The Problem #Poetry #ASMSG

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I haven’t even begun, and the rumors are flying
Fuck you!
My soul was dying… inside

I was crying,
And now people are trying

To ruin what never even really started,
The dearly departed?

I’m a person with thoughts and feelings…
It’s time for me to start healing!

I keep to myself
I deal with the hand that life has dealt

I don’t need added drama;
Save it for your momma
Or your Llama.

Seriously, haters beware
Bad Penny’s about had it up to there!

I’m the nicest person ever
Yes, I will endeavor!

You can’t stop what’s meant to be
That’s not how life works, you see!

Destiny has started my journey…

I’m destine for a new start,
To mend my fucked heart,
And to be smart!

P.S. I know it’s my fabulousness that made you talk crap,
Well check out the map!

I’m winning!

Haters gonna hate
And I’m going to alleviate…

The Problem!

Penelope Jones copyright 2013

Marked Warning: Graphic, Sexy, and Controversial! #BDSM #ASMSG #BYNR

Happy New Year my lovelies!!!

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Tabbi knew what was going to happen. Jeff had discussed it at length with her for weeks. Both of them needed to agree to it, he said. Tonight, he would mark her again.

She had set up the play space just as he had directed her to. The black tarp was laid across the middle of the bedroom, and Tabbi knelt naked in the very center. Dark, wavy blond hair brushed against her olive skin, just barely brushing her hardening nipples. Her breasts rose and fell as she tried to calm her nerves. No matter how many times they had talked about it, that didn’t make her any less nervous.

There was a sudden chill in the air when the door opened to announce Jeff’s arrival. He was a handsome man, with dark black hair and a strong confidence that she loved. Jeff was also very tall, gorgeous, and Tabbi always lost her breath when he came into a room, even after two years of being owned by him.

Jeff’s steel blue eyes landed on her, and she froze. “Ah, my beautiful pet. Have you missed me?” His voice was soft, like a melody of words. He left this morning to attend to business, and handle some last-minute items for the marking.

“Yes Master. I’m very glad you’re home.” Her heart raced; its thundering beat in Tabbi’s ears was almost louder than her voice.

“I’m glad to be home. Now … close your eyes. I need a few minutes to get things set up, and then we will begin, Tabbi” As her owner gently spoke to her; she caressed her cheek across the hand that graced her with its touch. She felt completely safe in his presence, and after this she hoped it would only continue to bloom and grow stronger.

Those few minutes felt like an eternity while she listened to him, concentrating on every sound. It wasn’t long before she heard him speak again, a low whisper that was very close by. “You are mine, aren’t you pet?” His voice burned like a slow simmer across the shell of her ear.

“I am yours, my Master. In everything.” The words spoken passed her lips like a whispered seduction. “Always,” Tabbi finished while straightening, raising up higher on her knees; she was proud to be owned by him. She was honored to be allowed to be a part of his life, and every sensual movement of her body showed it.

Tabbi ached for his touch — her soft whimpered moans, her gasps for breath, the rise and fall of her chest begged for it. “You are mine,” he said. “Mine in everything, forever and always. That’s why we’re here tonight, isn’t it?” Jeff bent down, his naked thigh brushed her shoulder, a soft kiss caressed Tabbi’s cheek finally.

“Yes, Master. Please mark me as yours — over and over again if you desire, please my Master.” Tabbi’s mewling had become cries of longing. It wasn’t just a desire for them; it had become a need, and after so much discussing, preparing and planning, they were ready to make it a reality.

“Tonight, and forever you are mine. You understand that, don’t you? After tonight, there’s no turning back.”

When his hand crawled across her naked throat, she shivered. Jeff didn’t want any distractions, so Tabbi wasn’t wearing her collar. It had been the first of his marks; tonight would be the second. “Yes Master, forever. I understand. I’m ready to be yours forever.” She felt tears welling up in her eyes, joyous tears dedicated to and because of him.

At that moment the words between them ceased, but their eyes and their bodies continued to converse as he touched and caressed her as if just his presence could ease her nerves. Hot liquid began to stream down her chest, and through her cleavage, different trails of piss snaking their way along her heated body. He aimed the head of his cock to point the stream at the curve of her neck. He could touch every inch of her body, and he could mark all of it if he chose to. She was his property, and he wanted full access to what was his. Her chin tipped forward as his fingers brushed her hair to the side. The familiar scent of him filled her nostrils, masculinity mixed with the piss and caused yet another whimpered moan to spill from her soft lips.

Jeff broke the silence, “You are mine.” Tabbi’s eyes closed; she felt overwhelmed as the hot flow of liquid ran down her lashes, and over her soft supple lips.

She felt completely and utterly loved and cherished while his hot piss crawled like a lover’s caress down her inflamed skin. Her head snatched back with that sudden yank of a fist full of hair. “Lay down my sweet. Spread your thighs wide, and look at me. Don’t stop looking into my eyes.” There was no question in his tone — it was a command, and she would obey.

Jeff released the grip of her hair. She curled like a cat, Tabbi’s back arched just as she dipped her shoulder, and rolled to her back. She focused upon her owner. Tabbi’s legs spread painfully wide. A seductive smile curved the corners of her mouth when he stepped between her thighs.

The next stream of hot golden fluid splashed on her smooth pussy lips, the droplets cascading and trickling down her thighs. Jeff’s pee pooled and dripped as she curled her body into every gentle touch. Each movement she made solidified in her mind exactly why he owned Tabbi.

“Yours, always yours,” she sobbed as he finished. He had covered every inch of her flesh. Her hair was matted, and her eyes stung with tears, but she was his now, his forever and always.

“Mine,” he whispered into her ear. “I love you, my pet; you will always be mine.”

Tabbi wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her. Jeff whispered gently of his love for her, and she of her devotion to him. That was just the beginning for her as his pet, and she knew that more glorious things were yet to come.

 

And I still miss you #OCT #Poetry #ASMSG #relationships

It was the way you wore your backpack, everywhere

It was the way you used to butt into my conversations just to talk to me

It was the way you sent flowers because I was having a rough week

It was the way you sent me text messages at ungodly hours because you knew I was awake

It was the way you allowed me to snuggle and touch you while you slept

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It was because you used to like me

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You used to care

We made a great pair

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I miss that, I do

Fuck you

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Why do I allow you to have such a hold on my emotions?

I wish there was some potion

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To alleviate this stage

Of rage

And

Sadness

I need to get back to gladness

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I miss you I do

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But I can take a hint

You’re hell-bent

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On destroying anything we could have had

And now I’m sad,

And you’re glad

This is bad…

You turned out like my dad

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And I still miss you

Iniquitous Solace- The Aftermath

Christmas Eve Special Edition of Little Miss Notoriety’s Advice Column #ASMSG #Holidays #Advice #Christmas

  • Happy Holidays you lovely creatures. I hope you’re having a most scrumptious Christmas Eve. Thank you for joining me for this special edition of my advice column.  Tonight is all about how to survive your family during the Holiday Season… Ready? Get set? Go…

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  • This advice can be used for so many thing during the holiday season… Let’s start with- if your mother asks you to look at the corn on her little toe. Run… fast and hard.  When your mother’s brother’s uncle tries to pry into your love life, because he’s a miserable drunk that can’t get laid. Run… and HIDE. He knows where you live.  When the 2 almost 3-year-old has pooped in his pants, because his parents won’t potty train him, but they didn’t want to hear the lecture of  “why is your kid still in diapers?” Run… before they ask you to help!  And last but certainly not least… When your lovely grandfather pulls out his false teeth and says. “Oh hunny bring me that glass.” Pretend you didn’t hear, and RUN!   I wish I had been given this advice.

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  • First you have twitter and in 140 characters or less you can have a rant over why you hate your family.  Then you have blogs like this, where you can express all that hatred through poetry, prose, or photos.  And last but not least… you got PORN! The internet is for Porn… The Internet is for Porn – Sesame Street Style! – YouTube

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  • Right… well I’m not posting what I got myself, but I did purchase myself some fabulously naughty gifts and so did Joseph. I can’t wait to get back home to that pole!
  • So… that statement is true for giving as well as getting. Take my advice- Don’t be a spoiled rotten brat. If your 80-year-old granny gives you a pair of socks with cats on them, you put them bitches on and wear them like they are stylish! Don’t you hurt that woman’s feelings, or I will come and snatch you up and beat the tar out of you. And not in a fun spanky kinda way. Ask Bruce the Butcher what happens when you cross Little Miss Notoriety!
  • Mingle with your co-workers, it’s the only way to find out the dirt.  That is, if you’d like your pick of whom to fuck in town like me.
  • You get nothing, when you ask for nothing.  Remember this for future reference.  Nothing is just going to be handed over… Well unless you’re me, and then life just seems to keep overflowing with loveliness. Fuckdoll by day, and Dominatrix by night, I have the perfect life.

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  • I  disagree.  Mistletoe should be hung with care, no matter where. Hah, I rhymed, Penny would be so proud.  And believe me… Mistletoe hung there, gets the best kisses ever! 

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  • And last but certainly not least… This is true for Santa, but certainly do not ask Mrs. Claus this question! She’s a prude and is liable to deny you presents for life. She has Santa by a ball, and I heard Bad Penny has the other one.  
  • In conclusion… Exercise a month prior to the holidays, and you should buy new running shoes.  When all else fails, the Internet is for Porn! Don’t be an ungrateful bitch/bastard, and have kinky office sex.  Christmas is your traditions and yours to make it what you want. Don’t let someone tell you where to hang your Mistletoe!

These are A Few of My Favorite Things… #ASMSG #FavoriteThings

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • I love a good mindfucking before the real thing. 😛

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  • I think I’ll genuinely always be bad, so there has to be someone to love the bad girls, right?

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  • Boots: I love licking them, humping them, and lots of things in between. 🙂

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  • Spank me, and I’m yours.

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  • I love when I’ve been a bad kitty, and I get put in the naughty corner. I’m telling you I could live there. -winks-

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  • It’s true, there are just those people who you know are gonna tie your insides up in knots, but you just can’t help but like them. I know a few of you. -giggles-

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  • One Day… I believe in it!

 

  • Thanks for playing along with A few of My Favorite Things. Hope you enjoyed, and feel free to share a few of your favorite things in the comment section if you’d like. 🙂

 

 

Not Hopeless…. Yet! #poetry #ASMSG #life

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I’m not sure which way is up
There’s no money in my cup

Today, tomorrow, next week
It’s tranquility I seek

Day, after day, after day
I’m hoping it’ll be OK

I’m afraid I’ve made a mistake
For heaven’s sake
Am I a fake?

I’m doubting myself at every turn
When will I learn?

It’s just me, myself, and I
It’s why…
(Sigh)
I cry….

Signed,
Not hopeless… yet