Iniquitous Solace: The Aftermath
We all start out a little vanilla…
In grade school we tended to like sprinkles
Child like eyes twinkled
Our parent’s noses wrinkled
In junior high we need toppings,
like Snickers and Oreo cookie
Please don’t hold the nookie!
In the college years, we progress to gourmet flavor
It’s also the time where some likes and dislikes waiver
To explore the possibilities of sexual delights
Having mile-high-club sex on flights
It takes all flavors to make up our sexual palate
I happen to like being hit with a mallet
Don’t judge me for being two scoops shy of a vanilla sundae
Or because you don’t have sex on Monday
Being vanilla doesn’t make you a bore
Being vanilla doesn’t mean you need a cure
Neither does liking your kink with
and extra side of the kitchen sink
And don’t forget the Pink!
Penelope Jones Copyright 2013
Hello my lovelies!!!
I do hope you’ve had a loverly week so far and are ready for the weekend!!!
This book is going to keep you busy!!!
What do ya know… that’s today!!!
Ginny stood a bit on her now bare tiptoes and rested her chin on his shoulder. Tommy turned his head to kiss her temple, his lips lingering and then moving whisper-soft towards her ear. She struggled to hold back the shudder of pleasure, selfishly enjoying the intimacy and romantic thrill of the moment.
“Thank you,” Tommy said softly.
“For what?” Ginny asked.
“For being my Ginny.”
She didn’t think about her resolution to not make any moves, she wasn’t thinking about anything but their complicated friendship and her own frustrated feelings as she pulled her hands free, moved to the side and then in front of him. She placed her hands on his upper arms and his hands moved to her hips. She looked him straight in the eyes and ignored the returning twinge of sympathy she felt at the obvious fatigue on his features and the thrill she felt from the look of sexual longing in his eyes.
“Tommy, you have to stop this. It’s killing me. You’re giving me mixed messages,” Ginny began, trying desperately to use her professional ‘put him in his place’ tone but it came out a bit plaintive for her tastes. He winced and closed his eyes.
“I know. I’m sorry,” Tommy said then opened his eyes again. “It’s just… you mean something to me, Gin, and I’m afraid if we take it to the next level – have sex – it will mess it up, our friendship. If it was anybody else, I’d take that chance, but you, you’re different than the rest. In just six months you’ve become… Hell, I can’t explain it.”
He let out a harsh breath and she expected him to remove his hands from her hips to run them through his hair but instead he only gripped them tighter. She floundered in confusion. Ginny wasn’t one to mince words, in fact she was often accused of using too many, but she had never been able to express herself properly around Tommy. She struggled with a thousand different tactics and persuasive arguments until her mind just seemed to jam from all the different permutations.
I had the privilege of being part of the “yes or no” team for First, I Love You and Second of All Covers. Of course Gen had the final say, they are her book babies…. but I have to admit I loved her choices for both covers. Didn’t you?
What? You haven’t seen the cover for Second of all? Why?
Oh… I didn’t show you??? Oops!
I told you it was gorgeous… and so is the story that lies between the cover.
You won’t want to put it down! See my 5 star review here!
Genevieve Dewey Author
Genevieve Dewey is the author of The Downey Trilogy (First, I Love You & Second of All) and the short stories Bird Day Battalion & V-Day Aversion. She is a wife, mother, sister, friend and Anthropologist. She was raised mostly in Nebraska, partly in Arizona. She has a Master’s in Anthropology and worked as an Applied Anthropologist for years (even ran her own research company for a while) before deciding to be a stay at home mom. She loves passionate (rational) debates, reading, and libraries… oh, and Chicago and high-heels and chocolate and target practice and gangster flicks and anything with the FBI in it and run-on sentences. She lives in Nebraska with her three brilliantly diabolical children and one incredibly funny husband.
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I just know one day that I’ll be caught
My choices forcing me to suffer that lot
Made to think my thoughts impure
Being forced to submit to some religious cure
Judging me for who and what I am
Weighing my transgressions down to the gram
I love my family with all my heart
But maybe it’s time for us to part
Religion can’t cure me
Words can’t damn me
Love can’t fix me
I’m not broken, nor am I mentally ill
I need not a cure, nor some magic pill
I need understanding that comes from within
I need them to stop telling me that my life’s a sin
I need love that doesn’t come with stipulations
I need them to stop with all the manipulations
I’m just a girl whose thoughts are impure
And no longer do they think I need a cure
My family’s decided I’m no longer a sinner
In fact, my owner’s coming to dinner
Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!
You love me from afar
Keeping me at a distance
Your heart kept tight in a jar
Protected until you need me
And even sometimes when you don’t
You see, that is the key
That unlocks the puzzle of your soul
Granting permission for us to become whole
Allowing me to breathe in the essence of you
It is True
You’re my everything
Penelope Jones copyright 2013
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Catastrophe Grace Sullivan Morgan was born from a catastrophic event, but even that couldn’t stop her. She’s a strong-willed, determined, and professional woman who was raised by her widowed father since the age of nine. Oscar Morgan taught her nothing was handed to her, hard, honest work was how she got ahead, and life was tough on the streets of Las Vegas. But he also made sure to keep their southern heritage and values at the forefront of her mind growing up. It was a struggle for them both making sure Strophe wasn’t drowning in grease, grime, and cars. He succeeded for the most part; the only thing she feared was commitment.
Slade E. Masters was born into money, but that didn’t save him from suffering tragedy and loss. Both his parents were killed in a horrific plane crash at age eleven and his grandparents did what they thought was best— from afar. From boarding school, prep school, college to now; there have been only two constants in Slade’s life; Mr. and Mrs. Stevens, his maid and butler. No wonder he couldn’t seem to make real connections with people.
Mr. Masters was conducting business as usual the morning Ms. Sullivan nearly accosted him. Catastrophe represented Morgan Inc., limo service to the rich and famous. She would be driving around the recently named NYC’s “Richest most eligible bachelor”. From the moment Strophe laid eyes on Mr. E, engines ignited and things began to change.
Let the fun begin!
Would Slade’s dominating ways appeal or repulse Strophe? Could she be Mr. E’s sex slave? Would Catastrophe be her own worst enemy? Could the same tragedy strike twice? Is love enough to see them through?
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Penelope Jones- spanking it since 1996!
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