PAX and Thank yous

I'm excited for PAX! Its come at the perfect time in my life. I need to get away from all this hurt. I leave today, in fact I'm waiting for my ride now XD. Hopefully I'll have lots of pictures, and lots of inspiration for smut. No matter what happens in my life I need to keep moving forward and my smut should never stop flowing through my pen.

I don't know what my internet connection will be like while I'm there, so posts and updates might be pretty scarce for the next five days. But I do have something to say real quick if you'd bare with me. Thank you. What is a writer without his readers? Lonely thats what. Its more than my pleasure to write for you. So thank you from the bottom of my heart for showing up here every once in awhile to read.

Mother knows best

Mother always told me never to trust a man with dirty hands.
His were spotless.
I checked his palms, his long bony fingers, I even checked under his fingernails.
At least I thought so, until his hands kept grabbing me even when I said no.
Gripping, tugging, pulling, forcing.
No. No. No. Please...
Shirt gone.
Bra gone.
Pants gone.
Underwear gone.
Please don't. I don't want this. Please don't.
Tears fall, words fail.
Not strong enough, never strong enough.
I thought his hands were clean! I thought I could trust him.
I look closely.
His hands were never clean. His eyes never more piercing.
I check under his fingernails.
I see the dried tears of many women.
I see begging and pleading.
There shoved tightly in between the cuticles I see a losing battle.
Mother always told me never to trust a man with dirty hands.
I won't make the same mistake again.
After all Mother knows best.

Grrr... Microsoft word can suck it.

You guys can blame Microsoft Word for not having new juicy erotica. It decided to shut down in the middle of a two hour project! Grrr... I'm so frustrated right now. Nothing saved at all. Sigh it was going so well too! *Cuddles with Mr. Spiffy and cries* I need a hug. If I didn't have bad luck I wouldn't have any... Tomorrow I'll try again. Until then I'm going to mourn the loss.

Dear Princess Boo

( In response to my letter. It was just too cute not to post here as well.)

Dear BlytheBaby,

Yes!

I am honored to be your Protector, Teacher and Friend.

Being silly, exhibiting playfulness and caring comes naturally to a Daddy.

Being a big fat meanie is an aspect of my situational sadism!

The (not so innocent) flirtations are just part of who I have always been!

I also will do what I can to be the sort of knight you desire for I have been around the block more times than I care to imagine! And your recent post paints an everlasting smile to my countenance.

I will protect your good name by promoting your prose, uplifting your esteem, building your confidence and hopefully eventually help to participate in, coddle and help fulfill your small secret fantasies by leading you past the bad people and steering you towards the nice ones!.

It is interesting you admitted that we often "see what we want to see." I do this about myself and my persona frequently...and....I get myself hurt doing so sometimes.

But seeing yourself as you wish to be is the first step in making your dreams come true.

I want to teach you everything I know! I want to expose you to new experiences I have practice in. I want to introduce you to all sorts of new and exciting things!

I want to not only teach you how to be the best you can, I will lead by example by showing you ways to think like you never have before. There is not a soul who knows me who doesn't say I think differently- I don't think outside the box, I think inside my very own box!

I fear training you to be a good well mannered girl may be a little more difficult, as I cannot lead by example there. But training you to be a good person is paramount. Manners are not as important as intent, and I already sense you have the right heart. I hope to steer that heart and its heartfelt spirit in glorious ways!

A king? Is there such a thing as a "kink King?" The only ruler you're gonna get from me is the wooden one I place upon your behind when disciplining you! I'll stick to "Daddy" as for my aspirations. But I must admit, sometimes I already feel like a King with the beautiful people already in my life.

You already are PrincessBoo! And the crown is there, it just hasn't been polished. That's what I intend to do!

In anxious anticipation,

DaddyO

A Musicians Words.

She is the finest instrument. 
I always find her well oiled and clean. 
She always sings the most perfect tone. 
I play her religiously, delicately  and with passion. 
The kind of passion that vibrates your soul. 
No, the kind of passion that sets your soul on fire. 
Her song is always one of enthusiasm; she expresses everything fully, without holding back. 
Whether it be anger, sadness or love, and joy.
 I love to pluck her chords in the moonlight.
 It's a precious thing to see the light bounce off her skin and her back bowed.
 Eager fingers coaxing notes from deep within her. 
Sounds of ecstasy escape her throat. 
Her heavy breathing is my rhythm. 
 Her heart holds my beat.
I admit to her being my greatest muse. 
My finest instrument.

Together we make music.

Write Me Something Dirty.

Yes you read that right. I want dirty stories in my inbox. I want your biggest fantasies, your darkest fantasies, everything; at my fingertips. Give me poetry, give me short stories, give me a book (or three). As long as it makes my heart skip and my thighs wet.

I feel like I've read everything there is to read today, and I want more gosh dang it! More then that I want to see what goes through your dirty little minds ;) Come on if you read my stuff theres got to be something good in there! I don't care if your the worlds best author or just like me (A silly sex blogger).

If nothing else send me something to write about! blythe.miller14@gmail.com Come on you know you want me masturbating to your thoughts tonight instead of the other way around!