Secrets by Penelope Jones #Poetry #ASMSG #erotica




by Penelope Jones

We all have them hidden deep inside

How easily they glide…


Off the tongue

A laundry list of secrets, I sung


“You make my juices seep”

“When you text my heart skips a beat”

“And my legs go weak”


“I like to be spanked until I cry”

“And yes, my dickhead father’s likely the reason why”


“I love the way sweat feels”

“I love wearing high heels”


“I have a fetish for knee socks”

“I’m also seeking a collar that locks”


Each secret opens up a new world to explore

Each word you spoke left me begging for more


You scare the hell out of me

Yet, determination is the key


I told you, “I don’t chase men”

You invited me to your den

Laid before me were your sins


Crops, whips, and paddles too

I knew you’d know just what to do


You tell me your secrets

And I’ll tell you mine

I hope you’re not just feeding me lines


By my own admission

Of my submission


You hold the keys to drive my life

You hold the power to cut me like a knife


All I can do is pray you won’t

That you don’t


Because you’re right


I’ll continue to share my truths

No matter how depraved or dark

We embark…


On a path of lust and need

Maybe we’ll succeed


Who knows what this journey has in store

I hope it’s dirty, delicious, and more


Because for the right man or woman…

I’m a whore! 



Copyright 2013  by Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

Excerpt from my new release 8-1-13 Adventures of Little Miss Notoriety #ASMSG #BDSM

Good morning my lovelies… 

I do hope your hump day is going well!

You ready for Miss Bell Notoriety? 

“Where do you think you’re going? Did I give you permission to leave, my little fuck doll?”  Joe’s words practically purred at her in that quiet Tenor tone of his.

Those last four words were her undoing, she moved like silk in a breeze to her knees, and crawled like an animal. Belle rested her cheek just at his inner thigh, and he laughed. Belle didn’t care; it’s all part of their little game, it gets them both jazzed, and eventually off.

“No, Sir.” Her eyes tipped towards him, and a very convincing innocent pout creased the corners of her pretty little mouth. “You were in such a foul mood this morning; I just knew you wouldn’t want to be bothered with me, Sir. I apologize.” Belle’s soft melodious tone soothed Joe; it always had, and his fingers lightly stroked through her golden tresses.

“You’re never a bother to me but often just a piece of ass.” His arrogance hung in the air like a lingering odor, and then he laughed again. “Today though, I think you know what I need.”

No words needed to be exchanged at that point. Her face pressed into his straining black trousers, and her mouth gently gnawing at the length of his hard shaft through the cloth. He smoothly unbuckled his belt, and his pants slipped down his hips. Exactly what he need, and what she wanted was about to occur. Joe’s strong fingers wrapped the base of his cock, smacking the head against Belle’s cheek making a hallowed thumping sound. Rapidly she blinked, and mewled her need, her want to taste him. Slowly her curvy frame pressed into him; her heaving breasts brushing across his thighs, as she hovered over her delectable prize. 

She’s almost here! 8-1-13…. is the place to be! 

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Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

Masks #Poetry #ASMSG




I screamed from the depths of my lungs

in the quietest voice possible,

“I’m sane, I promise.”

Laughter filled the room.





I cried from the depths of my soul

with the smallest whimper.

“I’m not needy, I’m high maintenance.”

Grins flooded my friend’s faces.





I begged from the depths of my heart,

my whisper crawled like an infant.

“Broken, bah. I’m super glued.”

Winks and smiles were given.




I have them ten fold

and it’s why my ability to love

remains on hold

no longer bold

becoming cold…


And bitter

A quitter.


Love, just four little letters

It’s supposed to make everything better

not worse

maybe I’m cursed

Damned if I don’t,

damned if I do.

That’s my cue


Push… Push as hard as I can

I don’t need a man

or woman










I wear them to protect us all

I don’t think I could handle

one more fall


From grace

I need space

Pushing and pushing



I’m laying prone




My emotions billow

tears hit the pillow





It’s of my own doing

yet I’m sad.

When I should be glad,

I’m mad.


Mad…that I can’t believe in love anymore

supposedly natures cure

so pure.


White innocence like a dove

that’s not love.

Hatred of what love costs

A battle

I lost.




I’ll be putting mine back on now.


I’m linking up with Open Link night for poets…. So hop, skip, jump, or hump on over to dVerse Poets Pub and see what others are rhyming about! 🙂