Stop the Judgments #Poetry #ASMSG #Relationships

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Stop the Judgments

by Penelope Jones

 

 

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A pinch of this, a dash of that, and a smidgen of a pour

That’s what makes up this ole whore.

No there isn’t an exact science of how to be me

I’m not even sure I’ll ever come with a key

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I could try to explain to you why I do this or that

Why I wear certain hats

Why I don’t really like cats

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But telling you isn’t showing you

And showing you isn’t teaching you

So, here’s a clue…

To know me is to really dig inside,

And to dig inside, you must abide

By a few simple rules…

Don’t judge a book by its cover

Don’t judge me based on a past lover

Don’t judge me based on your mother

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And I won’t judge you based on my father

Why bother?

If you already have opinions in place

There’s no need for me to even plead my case

So if you want to know who I am?

Talk to me; stop the judgments, damn! 

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Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

Copyright 2013 

What legacy will you leave imprinted on other’s lives? #ASMSG #inspirational #thoughtprovoking

Pink can stand for integrity,

honesty, and a pure life.

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What does our life say about us?
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Do you feel the life you lead defines who you are in death?
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I absolutely think it does!  Emphatically, in fact!  We all make mistakes in life, it helps mold us into better, stronger people.  Some of us make grave mistakes and can find a way to overcome the fork in the road and still leave a good, lasting impression.
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I have thought about this a lot over the past few years, and I think it’s a very important topic.
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I want to be known as the girl who could  help you find your smile!  I love being the funny girl.  It defines me… I think.
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I also want to be known as the girl who would help you purge your life.  And by this I mean a lot of things. Some people need good advice to help them learn to purge… to want more, to be more!  Some people have clutter in their lives, and they need someone  to help them clean it up.  And, then there are people who have clutter in their minds, and they just need someone to listen to them, to hear them.  And I hope that when I am no longer here… people see me as this person because it’s one of the things I love about me.And…

I want to be known as the girl who helped people be honest with themselves— To find the life they wish to live and live it to its fullest.  I want to help people realize they don’t have to live traditional lives just because society dictates it.  Be the best you that you can be and make sure while being the best you, you share it with the best person or persons for you, that your heart can buy!
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I strive to live an honest, pure life with integrity. I strive to be the best me, I can be.  As an author of erotica which details out aspects of my real life leather/bdsm experiences; I feel I’m sharing with the world my legacymy beliefs, even if it is through fiction and poetic smuttery!
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*giggles* So… now, that I have given you my thoughts on living “your best life” and being the best you; let me know what you think by leaving me a comment!

I would love to hear what you want to leave imprinted on other’s lives when you are gone!  What have you woven into others to leave as your legacy?  I am leaving my pink imprint, hopefully, everywhere I go.  Small prints, big prints, pink prints.. they all count!

Start counting!
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Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996! 
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Fictional and Poetic Smuttery can be found here: 

Ch. 1 The Chat Box Dominant: Diary of a Broken Me #ASMSG #Erotica #SEP

Diary of a Broken Me: Lessons within Lessons

by Penelope Jones

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Cum for me, Princess.

I read the text message over and over again from you. My body shudders even as I think about it, again. Maybe I should start at the beginning, rather than at the end?

Yes— I shall start there, and then you will understand.

I never expected a chat-box to become my entire world, or should I say the online version of being owned, yet somehow you have made this my reality. You— who I flirted with just like all the rest. You— who I never thought twice about until you sent that first personal message. Since then, I have thought about nothing else. You have wormed your way into my life, and my heart. No matter how hard I fought to keep you out, you were one determined S.O.B.

Me— the girl who has commitment issues, me— the girl who thinks online relationships are idiotic, and just a heartbreak waiting to happen, and I have gone and fallen for you. I ask myself daily how it happened; how did we end up here? The answer is you are an amazing man, and I am lucky to share my life with you.

I don’t know if I told you this, but I think I enjoy most of all, our conversations as friends. When I wanted to run scared, when I pushed you so hard that anyone else would have run away— you fought to stay by my side. Settled in, ready to be just my friend. Thank you … Thank you for allowing me to make the choice to serve you. Thank you for not giving up on me no matter how many times I came up with a new argument for why this couldn’t work!

We have daily conversations regarding my behaviors: good, bad, or indifferent. Each day has brought us new adventures. I think my most favored so far is touching myself as often as possible, getting my clit so hard, it pounded like a heartbeat after a marathon, and then I stopped— because you commanded it. I think I got myself to the very edge a dozen times or more that day, and my orgasm was mind shattering, earth quaking, and I can’t wait to do it again— and again.

For you.

Aspects of my life that I never have turned over to anyone else, I am allowing you to make final decisions upon. Again— How’d you weasel your way so far into my life in such a short period of time? And the answer is always the same, you nurture and care for me like no other person in my life has, or probably ever will. You fought harder than I was willing to fight for myself, I adore you: Thank you for wanting me, needing me, and caring about me.

Now that I have the beginning out-of-the-way, let’s get to why I am writing for you in this diary you gave me. You requested that I tell you about the highs and lows of my week within our relationship. I am not sure if this is so I can improve, or so that you may, but either way I am happy to be sharing it.

I want to end on a happy note, so I shall start with the low of the week.

The day I thought I pushed you too far, and thought it would be the end of us. I found myself staring at the phone. I knew you were busy, and yet I continued to find ways to rationalize in my head, all the other things you were doing that had nothing to do with me.

Turns out, you were doing exactly what you said you were doing— working. However, I’d already done the deed, by the time I realized the truth. I’d once again let my imagination, and those in my past dictate how I react to things. In your email, your chat-box, and your IM window, a message waited for you … “I am walking away, have a nice life.”

I can’t remember how much time had passed before you responded to my blatant attempt at attention seeking, and my over-zealous way of shoving you out of my world. And in a very simple fashion your message read, “So you think you can dismiss me out of your life?” Why must you always say the right things? I know…because you are my owner, and this is the way it’s supposed to be, but try telling the broken me that.

The more you said the right things, the more you pushed— the harder I fought to protect myself. Which in turn had you fighting just as hard to prove me wrong. Over and over again points were made, and I was defeated.

You win…you’re right. Maybe we can do this, maybe this can work. I gave up fighting you, and the moment I did, I felt a sudden relief wash over me. The weight of a thousand thoughts lifted from my shoulders, and I could breathe again. So, maybe it wasn’t the worst thing that happened, maybe it was just a perfect lesson learned?

Lesson learned with another lesson. We talked through my fears, and you understood, just like every other time I pushed you away, that its me and my shattered heart that’s wrong with our relationship. We decided being friends was the best option for us. We— like I’ve any say in the matter. You decided, and I think we both know that your decision was the catalyst for why you own me.

The lesson within the lesson.

Putting me on friendship terms allowed me to realize I didn’t want, nor could I be just your friend. Jealousy issues arose, and that was another can of worms, we will open later, but you knew making me sit on the sidelines would bring me around. Or that our relationship wasn’t meant to be more if I didn’t? You didn’t put any stock into the last option.

I’m the princess in the tower that screams down to her knight in shining armor. “Save me…but on my terms.” You were willing to do just that, you rescued me from that proverbial tower, and now I want nothing more that to serve you. Which also becomes a factor, when you are a chat-box— another dark, dank hole of trouble, for another day.

As you rescue me though, I realize my behaviors, though in my mind they were completely necessary to save me, you found them appalling and set to correct them. And you’d think this would’ve been the worst part of my week, being in trouble. Being punished— but it’s the most exhilarating I have felt in my entire life, and it’s because of you.

Trust— was the lesson you taught me.

Trust in your word, trust in your heart, and trust in your ability to know what I need, when I need it. Trust doesn’t come naturally to me, due to my fucked up past: my father who beat us all, my mother who let it happen, my ex-owner that abandoned me in my time of need. You knew it all, and carefully maneuvered around each potential landmine, and you kept me on the edge of orgasm for over twenty-four hours. It wasn’t until I beg you, my owner for release, that it would be granted. Beg to your satisfaction, then I would be allowed to cum for you.

We spent hours sexting back and forth, and I can’t remember how many times I begged you to cum, as I strummed my fingers over my clit, inserting toys at your request. Task after task, your commands were followed through without fail. My ass was well used, and my pussy was dripping with need. I begged you one finally time, and you typed. “Send me a picture— be a good girl for Daddy, and send me a picture of you playing with your clit. Then you may cum.”

I froze instantly, I’m sure you knew I would. I just stared at the phone in disbelief. There’s no way I can do it— I think I even said it out loud a few times. I told you how unfair you were, I called you a prick, but ultimately you’re right. If I wanted to cum, I would send it. If I didn’t, no big deal, except it’s a VERY big deal. My clit was so swollen, and I’m pretty sure I could feel the throbbing in my throat.

I’d lost my mind I think, but I sent you a picture before I had a chance to change find it. And I sat and waited…waited for you to type something, anything. Self-doubt ensued after only minutes. How could you just leave me hanging like that? How could you— you promised? All that and more ran through my mind, until I saw your reply. Setting my mind at ease almost instantly. “Princess my cock twitches just looking at your picture.”

I am sure I swooned, just before we commenced to finish me off. You left me in a puddle of a mess, and a euphoric bliss like I’d never felt before.

And it was the most mind-blowing orgasm to date.

Cum for me, Princess.

I’m reading your text again, and touching my pussy. Thought you should know.

XoXo

Your Broken and Spilled out Princess

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Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

Copyright 2012

Scarred by Mrs. S… #Erotic #Romance #ASMSG @Mrs_Smut

It’s the second and final of my NEW Release Reveals today, my lovelies!

Enjoy!

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Take it away Mrs. S… 🙂 

 

About SCARRED:
The Other Woman
She thought she had everything, but what she really wanted she couldn’t have. What she wished for and what she got were two different things. Could she live without him? Did she want to? Was this really a fantasy?
Could he spend the rest of his life with her? Was he prepared to give up everything for her?
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scarred bookcover
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Book Excerpt:
I need to make a decision…
Tears still running down my cheeks…
And I say ” I have never felt this close to anyone before. I have never wanted someone this much before. Your touch means everything to me. As much as I hate to admit it. I’ve developed feelings for you I shouldn’t have. I’m fucking obsessed with you!”
He hasn’t taken his eyes off me. It’s like his hanging onto my every word.
” Babe… You have to understand that this decision has come at the cost of my heart. I will not ask you to leave her. I will not ask you to choose and I refuse to be the cause of her pain. I will always want you. I will always crave you. I will always wonder about the what ifs, however, I think this is for the best. I cannot wait for your calls to hear your voice. I refuse to assume you’re thinking about me. I refuse to assume you’re missing me. I refuse to give my heart and you have no intention of reciprocating. So… Before I fall in love with you… Allow me rip my heart from my chest and tear it up into a million little pieces as I have allowed this to happen.
I could offer you so much more but YOU need to make that choice. I’d need to know if you want me for me or what I have to offer? You need to tell me what YOU want from me. You need to be honest with me.”
I released his face. Broke eye contact. As I dropped my head, my tears were the only thing consoling me.
As he got to feet. I sensed it was over…
All I wanted…
All I ever really wanted, was for him to hold me and tell me how much he wanted me.
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Author Bio:
I am Mrs. S…
I am a 30 year wife to one and mom of two with a filthy sense of humor. I’m blunt and some say I don’t know when to shut up! Lets call it verbal diarrhea!
I love telling a story so that’s why I started my blog on the 4th October 2012. My blog started out as a place to say my say. Vent if you will. However, it was mainly a platform to review books I’ve read.
Things took a turn when I started writing posts from the heart.
This was when SCARRED was conceived.
I enjoy interacting with fellow authors and praise them for their awesome writing.
I write from my heart and often cry my guts out while doing so. I want my reader to see what I see and feel what I feel.
Connect with me on:
Twitter: @Mrs_Smut

 

Will this book leave you Scarred? Read it; I dare ya! 

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NEW Release! Bride for Lord Esher by PJ Perryman #ASMSG #Erotica @Pattisparkles

Good morning my lovelies…

 

I have a treat… My girl PJ Perryman has a new release! And she’s doing a small guest spot here!

 

Take it away PJ!

 

A Bride for Lord Esher

 

A Bride for Lord Esher

 

 

The plot

During a drinking bout with a bridal party, Lord Robert Esher makes a foolish bet to marry the inn-keepers daughter. His companion, a mischievous friend from his childhood, ensures the bargain is kept.

When Esher rises the next morning, he finds he is married to Chastity, a comely wench, her virtue sold for a few guineas by her father. Despite asking the church and King George for an annulment, Esher can’t undo what has been done before God.

But his ever jealous friends are insulted by the association with such a low-born woman. In an act of spite, one woman plants a brooch in Chastity’s chamber, hoping to ruin her reputation. When Chastity is accused of stealing, Esher puts her aside, so she flees to Hastings to start a new life. But chance is unkind, and her new place is discovered by another enemy, who would steal her virtue and disgrace her forever.

Regretting his decision to abandon her, Esher rushes to find Chastity and make amends. But his change of heart may have come too late to save her from total ruin.

A Bride for Lord Esher is a dark historical romance complete at 37,000-words.

 

Click Here for a video Trailer ~ A BRIDE FOR LORD ESHER ~

I hope you all enjoy this one. It’s a historical romance full of color and intrigue. I love my villains as much as my heroes, and hope you will too.

As always, reviews welcome! Click here to go directly to the publishers site and be the first to buy!

Sparkly – aka P J Perryman

 

Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!