Love Day Sucks #Poetry #ASMSG #Valentine

I woke up thinking it would be OK

then I realized just what everyone had to say

 

Happy Love Day…

 

Each time that word fell across my ears

Therapy bills piled up for years

 

I love you meant hitting your kids and wife

I love you meant giving up your life

 

I love you meant you weren’t good enough

I love you meant life was tough

 

I love you meant screwing someone else

I love you meant dealing with what was dealt

 

I love you meant not really caring

not really daring

to— love

 

 

My words might as well have been dead

When I said,

I love you …

 

It meant— I love you

 

It meant you were enough

I meant together we would be tough

 

It meant making love all night long

It meant “they were playing our song”

 

It meant I cared

It meant I dared

 

It meant my heart would be broken

It meant I would just be a token

 

to be given away

just like any other day,

and no I’m not OK.

 

Love Day sucks …

Fuck

 

Penelope Jones copyright 2013 

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Labeled The Nice Girl #Poetry #Poem #ASMSG

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I woke up and thought

“I hate being the nice girl”

My niceties make me want to hurl
Forgive

Forget

Frail

Fail

I exhaled


How many times do I say it’s OK?

Tell the dickheads to have a nice day?
Kill’em with kindness it’s how I was raised

Except I’m afraid I’m done with that maze
I’m tired of always being the bigger ‘man’

I’m thinking shit’s about to hit the fan
I hate feeling like I’ve been used

That my niceties are being abused


Don’t take me for granted

Damn it!


Who am I trying to fool?

I’ll continue to be the pack mule
I put on my mask…

Why you ask?
Because
Nice girl blood runs through my veins

And I’m a true glutton for pain
So
Nice girl will always be my trait

I hate

You should be ashamed #Poetry #BrokenHeart #ASMSG

I could live in luxury

I could live like the poor

As long as you were there,

I never needed more

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I tried to give you everything

I tried opening up my heart

Once you saw me raw and real

You were ready to depart

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I told you I was a mess,

I told you my crazy had spoken

I told you I don’t come with a token…

Operation manual

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Somehow I became the enemy of your universe

Everything I said was answered with a curse…

Of my existence

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I want to crawl back under the rock from which I came

My heart will never be the same

You are to blame…

And you should be ashamed

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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.

 

P.S. I’m Jill #ASMSG #Poetry

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P.S. I’m Jill

by Penelope Jones

 

I slept last night for the first time in ages
I dreamt of you keeping me locked away in cages

 

You seemed to be a Jack-of-all trades
And knew just how these things were made

 

One for when I’ve been a good little girl
You built it to make me feel safe and secure

 

And one for when I’ve been super naughty
I get the black lock, when I’ve been snotty

 

The black one makes me so sad
But I know you wouldn’t do it
if I hadn’t been bad.

 

I have way more fun behind the shiny-silver lock
that means I will get to feel your cock

 

Inside my mouth or shoved through my slit
I know you’ll use the Hitachi on my clit

 

When it’s all said and done
You will have cum

 

And Jill will cum soon after.
P.S. I’m Jill

 

Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

Copyright 2013

To whom it may concern: #ASMSG #Poetry

To whom it may concern;

There were so many things I tried to say

You distract me, made me laugh,

and I forgot, it’s not OK

OK? Yeah right…

I was a toy for you to tease and torment

dangling by your strings, my body limp

Each time you spoke, I was conditioned to dance

my phone chimed, and my heart leapt with a prance

Why do I care so fucking much?

You don’t deserve such

I’m living in a state of an altered paradox

The only thing keeping me grounded…

My stripey knee-socks

I have no idea what you wanted from me

I wanted to ask, but would you see?

See that I needed to know…

Not knowing was driving me mad

Was that your plan?

Were you glad?

Have I been had?

Was this all a little rouse?

I was destined to lose?

Was it rigged from the start?

To trample my heart?

Brilliant idea, fucktard

Signed,

Yours never again

Tip of the day … If you dig a hole deep enough, eventually you will fall in.  Dumbass, stop digging while you still can. 🙂

 

Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996! 

Psst… I’m not a quitter #ASMSG #Poetry #Poem #Moanday

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It’s morning and of course I’m thinking of you

I’m always thinking of you

Your wants, your desires fill my bed

Your needs, your worries roll around in my head

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I want to take it all away

Tell you it’ll be OK…

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But you’ll have none of that

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You have been hurt and wronged

For love you have longed

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You refuse to be vulnerable again

So you hide away in your den

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You have a tongue as sharp as a sword

You use it against others when you’re bored

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If I care too much

I’m fucked

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So what!

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You can’t chase me away

I always find a way

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I know you’re trying

But I’m not buying

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Psst… I’m not a quitter, thought you should know.

Penelope Jones copyright 2013