Only surviving Soviet security footage of Dr. Svetlana Korbet at Lake Moreau prior to her disappearance with the so called "Bolotnaya Tvar' (In English- "Swamp Thing") in 1981
Prequel- Lady J & The Commander
My Master does not like to be called "Master," because,
he says, anyone can call themselves that. Rather, he wishes me to
call him "Commander," for that is the title he has earned
as a soldier in the desert war. He is gentle, kind, loving, poetic,
gentle, tender, understanding, patient and selfless. Yet, he can also
be very cold and seemingly cruel, which is more of a facade than the
reality, for he has seen and witnessed many horrible things, and has
had during the course of his life, helped send many men to meet their
fate and maker.
The coldness is his defense he says, and it is that cruel coldness that has broken my heart all too often, but despite the resulting pain I have endured over the years, I do know he loves me more than I may and will ever realize. For he has held me at some of my weakest moments and has only wanted me to be the strong and independent woman I am today. I waited all my life for him, and I will do all I can to please and pleasure him, just as he does all he can to please and pleasure me. For years we had fantasized about my living out a truly sensual adventure, until one day it became not just a possibility, but finally a reality.
This is our story of how my erotic journey began...
The Peril of Lady Jane
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| "I shuddered with each drive, with each acceptance of my own violation, my own rape. I looked into the creature's black eyes, and wondered in that moment of intimate defilement if I loved him. Such a brute, such a savage to show me so violently the pleasures of womanhood. Could I ever be satisfied by anything less than him? Could a fair-haired boy of my own species ever give me such vile delights? I touched the creature's face with loving fingers, staring passionately into his eyes, which I saw held a love and gentleness that mankind could never understand..." -From the Journal and Sketchbook of Dr. Jane -Livingstone-Porter, daughter of Stanley Livingstone-Porter, which was found after her disappearance in the Congo basin, in 1857 (Sketch Courtesy of Sir Hillary Hill) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
Who Was Dr. Jane Livingstone-Porter?
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| "Deep in the soul of the hot, wet jungle of the Congo, there is a tribe. It is here, in their wild, erotic Garden of Eden, in the middle of tribal and uncharted territory, an amazing creature rules a hidden kingdom where he and his subjects live in peace with their tribal neighbors and share with them a powerful kind of pleasure, and make an extraordinary kind of love." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -From the Journal and Sketchbook of Dr. Jane -Livingstone-Porter, daughter of Stanley Livingstone-Porter, which was found after her disappearance in the Congo basin, in 1857 |
The Commander's Lost Erotic Worlds
The first of the lost worlds is Africa. However, there are really two Africa's. The first one, is the real one, from which there is never good news and seemingly only sadness, death, war, famine, poverty and despair rule. That Africa is not the one that the Commander's mind inhabits, as he has dealt with it enough in his pre-retirement. For him that Africa is not the place his heroines will ever inhabit, though, to be fair, they will all glimpse it in their travels to and through the dangerous and primal places their adventures send them. The Africa the Commander's mind inhabits is the fabled Victorian one the H. Rider Haggard, whose works and characters are very much in the public domain, and who all are key to this erotic literary shared universe he is creating. Most important of which are the settings, Kukuanaland from King Solomon's Mines, as well as the the lost city of Kor, the and the character Ayesha, from the novel "She." All of which serve as the basis of the legends, locations and setting of the Africa of the Commander's vivid imagination.
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