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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Your Rhythm gives My Rhythm a Boner #Poetry #ASMSG #PoetryWednesday

Two such very different views,

Yet you’re my muse

 

You think love is science and math

I think love guides you along life’s path

 

2+3 doesn’t equal five in the game of love

Something your logical mind can’t rise above

 

I think love is alive and well

You think love means a living hell

 

I don’t think love is hearts and romance

I think it’s a very intricate, yet tormenting dance

Made to enhance…

 

Life.

 

 

I want to wrap you in my version of love

I want to help you rise above

 

Love isn’t about sex or money

Or about how many times you call me bunny

 

It’s about the times I asked how your days was

The times you bought me a card just because

 

Love has a rhythm unique to its owner

Your rhythm gives my rhythm a boner

 

My heart lived in a dark place

Your heart crowded in my space

 

You happened without warning

It all started with, “Good morning.”

 

Love is written all over our faces,

And can be found in the strangest places…

 

Like the janitor’s closet.

 

Penelope Jones copyright 2013

I will find Love again #Poetry #ASMSG

We’re in a sexual revolution

It’s not pollution

 

Sex is as natural as breathing

Desires seething

 

Lives becoming one

Orgasms that come undone

It was fun

 

I miss the days when I called

and you made me your fuck-doll

 

I miss the days when you’d rain down spanks

on my ass.

Why couldn’t it last?

 

All good things must come to an end

even though I miss the way our bodies bend…

 

I’m just reminiscing about what could have been

The way we sinned.

 

I’ll find love again

 

Don’t you worry.

 

Iniquitous Solace: The Aftermath … Don’t miss the rollercoaster ride! 🙂

Iniquitous Solace- The Aftermath

Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

Copyright 2013

Secrets by Penelope Jones #Poetry #ASMSG #erotica

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Secrets

by Penelope Jones

We all have them hidden deep inside

How easily they glide…

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Off the tongue

A laundry list of secrets, I sung

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“You make my juices seep”

“When you text my heart skips a beat”

“And my legs go weak”

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“I like to be spanked until I cry”

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

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“I love the way sweat feels”

“I love wearing high heels”

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“I have a fetish for knee socks”

“I’m also seeking a collar that locks”

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Each secret opens up a new world to explore

Each word you spoke left me begging for more

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You scare the hell out of me

Yet, determination is the key

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I told you, “I don’t chase men”

You invited me to your den

Laid before me were your sins

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Crops, whips, and paddles too

I knew you’d know just what to do

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You tell me your secrets

And I’ll tell you mine

I hope you’re not just feeding me lines

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By my own admission

Of my submission

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You hold the keys to drive my life

You hold the power to cut me like a knife

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All I can do is pray you won’t

That you don’t

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Because you’re right

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I’ll continue to share my truths

No matter how depraved or dark

We embark…

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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

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Because for the right man or woman…

I’m a whore! 

 

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Copyright 2013  by Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

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.