Moments by Penelope Jones #poetry #relationships #WILL2015

Morning my lovelies … 


Iniquitous Solace: The Aftermath is still hot in the poetry sections on Amazon, and the reviews are still pouring in and it’s been in the top 20 Top rated poetry!  I still can’t believe it, but 5 stars have swept the boards so far. I’m blown away and humbled, and I’m so proud  to say—



Oh… and it’s in print. A real book that you can smell, hold, caress, and sleep with. (don’t judge… it’s my book baby! hehe)


Just in case you need a bit more enticement … (excerpt from Is- The Aftermath)




I can’t wait for the day I can think of you and feel nothing.



by Penelope Jones

I tried to hold onto the moments just like you said,

You were in my head


Birds didn’t sing

It was  -just-  a fling


Not fast enough

Too slow

Not enough

Too much


Nothing I did was right

All we did was fight



You always snuffed out the good

I did everything I should



You left me in a pile on the floor

You didn’t need me anymore



I held on as long as I could

I did everything a good submissive would




I didn’t stand up to you until it was too late

My heart-broken, my love turned to hate



I’m drowning in them



Penelope Jones copyright 2013

It’s not about you #poetry #poem #TheAftermath #ASMSG

Morning my lovelies!

Sharing another little #poem  from “Iniquitous Solace: The Aftermath” …


It’s not about you

by Penelope Jones


You made all these promises…


“I’ll take you to the moon and back!”

“I’ll make up for the childhood you lacked”


“I’ll protect you from it all”

“Just be my fuck-doll”


That’s what you said


My heart feels dead


The bad outweighed the good

I knew where you stood


I tried to hold on

But now that you’re gone?


I’m the happiest I can be

Because I get to be me


I can stop apologizing for not being wrong

I get to listen to my favorite songs


I no longer dance to make you happy

I can go back to being down right sappy


I missed me… the nice and fun girl

The uncultured pearl

I’m getting back to the me I loved!


The me


You kicked out of your den

Well now, I’m on the mend


Wish I could say the same for you…



You have no idea how socially inept you are

Why you’ll never shine like a star


Being nice

Comes with a price… you’ll never be willing to pay


Here’s a clue:

Sometimes it’s not about you— narcissistic bastard.


Penelope Jones Copyright 2013


Buy links for Iniquitous Solace: The Aftermath 

US  Print

UK    Print 

PRINT IT!!! #ASMSG #Erotica #Poetry

Hello my lovelies… 




Me!  I should’ve posted about this days ago, but I’ve been busy dancing, editing, and baking! Not an excuse… so punish me if you must! hehe





Oh… Right…

I’m announcing “Iniquitous Solace: The Aftermath” in PRINT!  O-M-G! 

You have no idea how stoked I am… I held the proof book in my hands, and I’m pretty positive I sniffed for a good 10 minutes. It smelled so good. You guys know what I am talking about; that new book smell with crisp new pages, and that smooth sleek cover you can run your hands over.  It’s almost ORGASMIC!   Ok– not almost for me.  And I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m a complete book boyfriend nerd and proud of it! 🙂





The cover is all mine, and surprisingly enough my technically challenged self with the help from Genevieve Dewey and Thianna D figured out #Createspace. My first attempt at cover art was a complete success.  However… Had I known the spine would be so thick; I would have added something there.  Hindsight is 20/20, but I’m still very proud, and very much in love with the cover of Iniquitous Solace: The Aftermath.

I really hope you guys love the book as much as me, but I preach this over and over; write for you! And I do! 🙂

P.S. Have I told you how much I adore you guys? I do from the bottom of my broken heart…






Buy Links for Iniquitous Solace: The Aftermath in Print 

(amazon is the only place so far, and it will be available in the UK soon… keep checking your local amazon site, please!)


Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

Copyright 2013

I might be broken, but I’m still Naughty!!! #ASMSG #Erotica #relationships


Good morning my lovelies… 

Six months ago I yielded to temptation. I shared my thoughts and my dreams of a story in a “He said … She said” format of poetry.  I gave into the desires of my heart to share my words, and recently that story has come to a close as many of you know. The original “Iniquitous Solace: Rhythmic words of lust and love” is no longer available. A great story lost to the world of chaos and strife.

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And heartbreak makes you crawl back inside your cave. To hide away and lick your wounds. 

butterfly girl

For every caterpillar that crawls into her cocoon to survive … Emerges a beautiful butterfly. Fly beautiful butterfly– Fly! — Penelope Jones

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I know you’ve felt this way… I know you’ve needed to say it to someone in your life.  


You did everything you could, and it still wasn’t enough!

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Well I’m standing up for all of us. I’ve told the story of lust, love, heartbreak, and triumph for anyone that has ever felt this way. “Iniquitous Solace: The Aftermath” is waiting for you to dive into my dirty words; a love story filled with broken promises, broken dreams, and broken wings that emerges into a tragically, beautiful butterfly who soars!


 We all want to fall in love and for it to last a lifetime. But life and wishes rarely coincide, so what happens when love dies and you’re the only one still holding onto broken dreams?

In Iniquitous Solace – The Aftermath, we get a glimpse into the world of one such lovelorn poetess. Come laugh and love with Penelope as she shares her very soul through her heartfelt words and poetic verse. With this girl you get it all; come walk in her shoes, wear her stripy knee-socks, or even her collar that locks! Though battered and bruised, you will love the spirit that defies disappointment. Penelope Jones picks herself up, dusts herself off and stares life straight back in the eye.

Iniquitous Solace – The Aftermath. For a different kind of love.

Official release date April 26th, 2013!

If you found out my secret hidden in this post please leave a comment! Also Tweet, Facebook, Google+, Pinterest about it! Please with Sugar on top!

Indie authors need all the help from our friends, readers, and loved ones we can get! So … Thank you in advance! You rock my #naughtyville world!

Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996! 

Please don’t read my dirty thoughts!!! #ASMSG #erotica


That was supposed to say please read my dirty thoughts! OOPS! 🙂

Hello my lovelies … 

It’s been awhile since I posted a note from just me. I hope you all are having an amazingly dirty day, and if not-  live vicariously through me… I do not mind! 🙂


Time for what you say?

Why of course Iniquitous Solace: The Aftermath!  April 26th it will be available on Amazon, Smashwords, and soon following: Kobo, Nook, and Barnes and Noble.  The week after that… It will be available in print!

Holy Schnikes …Dreams

I had no idea it would come together so quickly, and what seemed like a tragically sad mess  of the Original  “Iniquitous Solace” being unpublished has turned into a blessing in disguise!

My poetry…


Whether I’m talking or writing about sex, love, or relationships… it’s always passionate, it’s always intimate!   I hope you feel my soul from the tips of your toes to the depths of your heart when reading my book.  Laugh, sweat, cum, and cry with me… I dare you! 

April 26th, 2013Iniquitous Solace: The Aftermath is coming!

Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

Ch. 3 Chat Box Dominant: Diary of a Broken Me


Diary of a Broken Me

Vacation for a slave? Laughable.


Dear Permission Department (Or Lucas),


You’ve been away on holiday for a week now, it doesn’t change things for us, since you exist only inside my chat box, Sir. I know, you hate when I point those things out, but Sir…you realize it’s true, right?

You’re on vacation with your wife and three kids, and I’m praying you send me an email. What the fuck’s wrong with me? Your being away hasn’t helped my self-doubt, Sir. Daily I wonder if I’m good enough to even serve you? How fucked-up is that? You’ve another life without me, and I want to make sure I’m enough for you?

It’s not as screwed-up as it sounds, Sir. I’m just venting my frustrations, and since you aren’t available to do so in person, or through a chat box this week, the poor journal gets my venom. There’s an old song called You Picked a Fine Time to Leave me Lucille … That’s my theme song this week, except you’re not a “Lucille” of course.

I miss you Sir.

I wish I could hear your voice again. Oh, you do give me the best surprises like that one. Allowing me to hear your voice. I suppose, maybe that’s why I still hold on. I also supposed it could have to do with you, Sir. Did I mention I miss you? I wait with bated breath for the next email, yet when I read them, I miss you ever more, Sir.

Last nights email was the most unexpected, and yet deliciously deviant. It’s the first time since your departure that I was granted permission to cum, but you left explicit instructions on how it’s to be carried out. Trusting me enough to follow your every command. I was instructed to write you a dirty story to read when you return. That’s tonight Sir. Can’t wait to hear your voice, you’re calling me at 8pm sharp. I’ve instructions regarding that also, Sir. You’ve left nothing to chance, and that made we wet just reading it, Sir.

I had the room all set-up just as you asked. Candles spaced so the lighting’s just enough to create an ambiance of orgasmic splendor in my bedroom. I had read your instructions a least fifty times if not more, and I knelt in the center of my room as requested. My pale, milky skin was bared just for you, Sir. My amble breasts just as you said, ached for your touch, my touch— any touch.

No touch came, for my fingers were laced behind my head, and my elbows sat high at shoulder level. Each direction was to help me feel you here with me, even when in reality you can’t, and may never be, Sir. Thank you for making it so perfect.

Each moment that passed, my body began to sing a tune of devotion to you. My pussy hummed with need for touch, more than even my rock hard nipples. Ten minutes on my knees thinking of you, as if I could’ve thought of anything else, Sir.


I thought of little else, if anything, and once I laid my naked, svelte frame in my lush king sized bed, nothing else crossed my mind. My thighs painfully gaped wide, my knees bent, and my feet planted firmly near my plump ass cheeks. My eyes closed, and my fingers slipped through the wet folds of my cunt lips, and I feverishly began to stroke my pussy into a frenzy.

All carefully constructed by you, and I was so close…so very fucking close, and— I stopped. My hands upon my head, my hips still thrashing into the empty air, and I panted through the tremors that threatened to erupt. Counting aloud easing the pending orgasm that raged out of control back into its cage.

Only to do it over again.

Once, twice, nine times I worked myself almost to that last stroke, and stopped because you said so, because you commanded it, Sir. I lost track of time, but I knew thirty minutes had passed, and that meant the next time— the very next time I was allowed to cum, and I was to scream your name.

My greedy pussy gobbled my fingers up like it was the last supper, and in and out they fucked me harder, faster, and more. I not only screamed your name, but I think I screamed my own, Sir.

That orgasm was nothing like I had ever felt before. My body was yours to command, even without being here, without being in my chat box, or my IM’s …you forced me to do your will. Thank you for that, Sir. It wasn’t an instruction in the email, but once I regained my senses, I crawled from my bed, and knelt for another five minutes. This time I bent at the waist, and pressed my cheek into the carpeted floor. I imagined your feet were near me, Sir. I imagined I was thanking you for allowing me to be yours, allowing me to serve you.

I think you should know, last night was the most connected to you I’ve ever felt. It was as if you were here with me, Sir, right there in my ear urging me on, coaching me into the next step, coaxing my pussy to whisper to you, to finally scream at the top of its lungs to you. Thank you for allowing me such pleasure, Sir.

I have instructions for tonight as well, so I must stop writing now, but you understand, right? I’m going to have my pussy waxed for you today, number six on the list of 7 things to prepare for your welcome home.

I don’t just get to hear your voice tonight, Sir.

We’re going to Skype.


Waiting with An-ti-ci-paaaaaaaaaaaaa-tion,

The not so Broken me (Or Macy)