Kinky Kitty Kept & Roni’s Abduction

Posted: February 8, 2015 in Smut
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Phew!  Back to back erotica.  I tell you what!  Once I’d finished writing these hot new stories, I had to rape my husband on the couch.  Wow! I decided that Kitty’s story wasn’t finished, so I think I wrapped it up with a nice bow for those of you who wanted her to wake up and tell her man what she wanted.  Kinky Kitty Kept starts with Kinky Kitty and then continues with more hot bondage sex.

Roni’s Abduction starts with a lost girl checking into what turns out to be the inn from hell.  She is afraid for her life, until she realizes she recognizes the voice of one of her captors.  Will he be her chance to escape? Warning, there is attempted rape and uncomfortable situations which might not be the best thing for rape survivors to read.  For those of us with rape fantasies, you should be just fine.  ;-)

Miss PC strikes again

Posted: July 21, 2014 in Smut

If nothing else, Jen (aka Miss PC) gives me fodder for my blogs.  I thought it’d check out her site, since I haven’t visited since winter, and I was wondering if she had thrown in the towel and shut her site down.  I know, wishful thinking.

It was still there, so I scrolled through a few of her pathetic reviews and unattractive photos of herself and found this gem (of course I had to do a search, since she had a “donotlink” url in a pitiful attempt to lower the hits on said article):

I doubt I would even have found this article without Miss PC’s help, but the gist of it is that Linda Kelsey does not like fat people.  Honestly, who really does?  And I’m not talking about normal fat. I’m talking obese, since a little fat is not unhealthy.  I have had a weight problem for most of my life, and I’ve always been relatively healthy.  My doctors are always impressed with my cholesterol levels.  But I think people confuse fat with obese.  No one, and I really mean no one, wants to see an obese woman wearing some of the clothing that Linda describes in her article.  It truly can make you lose your appetite to see fat rolls upon fat rolls. If you have that much extra, cover it up.  And no, you don’t have to wear a burlap bag, as many of the snide comments, as well as Miss PC, mocked, but clothes that fit your body and might even complement the extra weight.  You’re not doing yourself (or anyone else) any favors by wearing something that makes other people either laugh or retch.

Miss PC then went on about how she posted a pic of herself in a bikini and the world kept spinning.  All I could think of is that she must be really conceited to think that the world revolves around her and that if she did something so shocking like wearing a bikini, everyone would stop what they were doing and stare.  I looked at the photo, expecting the worst. What I saw was a smiling fat woman with bad hair, wearing a modest two piece bathing suit.  Most of her rolls were covered, with only her cellulite obvious.  I guess she doesn’t realize that a bikini is not the same thing as a two piece.  Pretty much the definition of a bikini is small scraps of material designed to only cover your nipples, crotch and ass.  Now, had she been sporting a thong and were morbidly obese, I’m sure she would have gotten reactions a bit closer to what she feared (or expected).  I searched for a photo to illustrate my point but couldn’t find one hideous enough.

Last year, Miss PC jumped my shit about this topic, assuming that since I made one negative remark to an unhealthy but proud obese woman that I must hate all fat people.  There might be people out there who would call me fat, so naturally it doesn’t mean I hate all fat people.  But I am disgusted by all obese people, especially if those people are proud of their sizes and have no interest in dropping any of that poundage.  It doesn’t matter who you are, obese IS unhealthy, and it’s ugly.   No amount of politically correct bullshit is going to change that fact.

You keep being a fattist, Linda.  Maybe, just maybe, you’ll have an impact on some obese girls out there who dress like hookers.  Maybe they’ll make a positive change in their lives…or at the very least cover up a bit of that fat flesh.


That wicked gal Trudy

Posted: July 21, 2014 in Smut

Hey there!  I got a wild hair and decided to write the second part of Trudy’s coma patient.  It is now published and available here:

What happens if the man of your dreams isn’t actually your type?  Well, here was my chance to write the answer.  Not for the faint of heart!


Enjoy!  ;-)

The idiocy caused by the LGBT movement against the parades in the Northeast have inspired me to write a poem.

Oh Guinness, Heinekin and Sam Adams beer
It seems you all like it up the rear.
It actually makes sense you like crap,
since that is what gets poured from the tap.

What is my beer of choice, you retort?
Well, it’s ice cold Bud Light, of course.
Anheiser Busch, all the way,
a true beer maker to rise above the fray.

I’m sure the parade goers will all rise their mugs and cheer
with family and friends, enjoying their choice beer.
Green is the color to celebrate today of all days,
not purple, rainbow or other nonsense  reserved for gays.

Oh Guinness, Heinekin and Sam Adams beer,
What will you do next year,
if instead of the fags crying about their fate,
pedophile vets want to participate?


Preparing for a disaster

Posted: February 24, 2014 in Smut

I know I should be writing, but I’ve had something gnawing at me for awhile.  Then it hit me what it is.  I have had the idea to set up a disaster ready backpack in the unlikely event that zombies take over the world.  Or more realistically our country falls apart and life as we know it comes to a screeching halt.  How can I not be nervous with Obama in the white house?  I fear that when it comes close to the next election, he is either going to attempt to get rid of the amendment limiting his damage to two terms, or he will create a catastrophe so he can declare Marshall law.  If that happens, shit will hit the fan, and I want my family to be prepared for it.  So what have I been doing?  Buying supplies of course.  I’ll list what I have so far. Maybe writing it all out will remind me what I’m missing:

Several back packs
crossbow pistol with 12 arrow bolts (for protection of course, since guns are harder to get and more expensive, not to mention bullets)
multi purpose tool with pliers, knife, saw, scissors, screwdriver, bottle opener, file and a few other things
Emergency survival food bars
peanut butter powder
water purification tablets
solar powered radio/flashlight
200 hour emergency flashlight/flasher
manual can opener
vacuum bags for clothes
2 XL emergency blankets
first aid kit
portable laundry reel
paracord bracelets with caribiners
firestarter kit with magnesium,matches,candle,kindling
flint stone
pack of 12 hour light sticks
camping size pot & pan
pocket stove with fuel cubes
mini wrapped soaps

I still need to fill my 3 gallon jug of water and decide how best to store that in one of the backpacks.  I figure when/if that shit hits the fan, we’ll fill up one of the back packs with all the canned/dry goods in our pantry.  I’ll probably put our cash stash in there too, since money might be good for awhile.  Guess I should take jewelry too.  I’m sure my husband will have his own ideas of what to bring, but he will probably think on too big of a scale. I’m trying to think of what the family can carry on our backs, and his grill won’t fit.  LOL

No, it’s not a laughing matter, and maybe the apocalypse will never happen.  But I’m of the mindset that it’s better to be prepared than taken by surprise!

Drug addiction is NOT a disease

Posted: February 3, 2014 in Smut

I feel a rant coming on.  I unfortunately visited my least favorite author’s blog again and saw another pathetic attempt at her trying to rationalize others being politically incorrect.  A popular celebrity died the other day. I knew about it already, since it was unfortunately plastered all over Facebook over the weekend.  I personally disliked this actor.  I thought he was creepy, and every role I’d ever seen him in made me dislike him more and more.  I’ve even avoided movies if I knew he was in them. Suffice to say I don’t really care that he has died, and apparently it was from a drug overdose.  I guess we’re supposed to feel sorry for him because he suffered from this “disease”.  Problem is that it’s not a disease. It’s something he and the rest of the addicts do to themselves.  No one forced them to start doing drugs. They did it to themselves. Let me post the definition of a disease:

a disorder of structure or function in a human, animal, or plant, esp. one that produces specific signs or symptoms or that affects a specific location and is not simply a direct result of physical injury.

That last part of the definition clearly states that is can’t be a direct result of physical injury. If we stab ourselves with a knife or shoot ourselves in the head, no one can say we died from the disease called blood loss.  So if someone shoots heroin into their veins and dies from it, that is not a disease.  It could be considered suicide, but that’s about it. I don’t feel sorry for people with addictions, be it drugs, alcohol or cigarettes, because in all those cases, those people started doing it to themselves. They could have and should have stopped before it got to be too much to handle, but they didn’t. Maybe from weakness or stupidity, but they did it to themselves.  So please stop calling addiction a disease, because it’s not.

Nowadays, just about everything is labeled a disease.  Being overweight is not a disease, but some people are trying to say it is. Eating disorders aren’t a disease either.  They are disorders.  Everyone needs to stop confusing disorders with disease, and stop bitching at others who don’t show the amount of sympathy that you think they should.  Be careful of your glass houses before you keep throwing stones everywhere.  Eventually one of your own rocks will break that pedestal you’re standing on.  Try not to cut yourself as you fall.


I seriously thought I was done ranting about Jen, but I guess I’m not.  Apparently, her blog went viral and was picked up by a national online newspaper, so she got many honest negative responses to her petty BS.  Of course her nation of fucked up followers are quick to defend her, since they lurv her, but everyone else is oh so tired of her crap.  Apparently, one such person posted something so nasty that she was half tempted to stop blogging.  I personally am glad she decided not to give it up, since I do enjoy reading some of her stuff.  She can be very funny at times, but she unleashed her venom on this person, basically calling him (I’m assuming a male by the name he used) every bad name in her arsenal and even threatened legal action.

She threatened to post my name on her blog after I dared insult one of her nation, and I guess she threatened to do the same with this guy.  So if you dare go to her blog and post something she doesn’t like, she’ll let the world know who you are, encourage her fans to spam and basically harass you.  I personally am more than a bit afraid of her freaky followers, since they are almost cult like in their worship of her.  It’s actually a bit sickening, which is probably why I posted a bit more negatively than I usually do on her controversial post.  But to see how low she sinks is a bit of a shocker. She is supposed to be a professional after all, but I’m beginning to think she is slipping into dementia.

Yes, I know I should stop visiting her blog, and I probably will once she finishes recapping the book I’ve been following for many months now.    That shouldn’t take too much longer and then  I will truly try to stop visiting.  Though that might be hard, since her site is like a bloody car accident.  You don’t really want to look, but morbid curiosity gets the better of you. Then you look and regret it, but you keep looking.

Jen, if you lurk here, I feel sorry for you.  I truly do.  It’s pathetic really that you think it’s perfectly OK to bitch about other people and their projects, but you can’t handle any retaliation.  Hell, I didn’t even insult you when you unleashed your venom on me.  I just expressed a few of my opinions that you didn’t agree with, and all hell broke loose. Damn, I feel sorry for your husband and kids.  Not only do they have to deal with a wife/mother who sinks into depression over a broken finger nail, but you treat them like shit if they dare have their own opinion.  It must be hell in your household. No wonder you live on your computer.  UGH!!