Everyone's a critic.

http://diaryofmadwoman-k.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-like-noise.html

All about how I seem to be wanting to push myself in all areas of life.

http://diaryofmadwoman-k.blogspot.com/2010/09/work-hard-play-hard.html

I promise when we get to the sixth link I will have something to actually post on here

and not just another link

http://diaryofmadwoman-k.blogspot.com/2010/09/leap-year-scathing-review.html

Don't look at society, just look at yourself. (oh very bad).

http://diaryofmadwoman-k.blogspot.com/2010/09/body-talk.html

Books!

http://diaryofmadwoman-k.blogspot.com/2010/09/thought-this-was-quite-fun-and.html

My other blog.

http://diaryofmadwoman-k.blogspot.com/2010/09/well-hello.html

Hogtied and helpless.

I'd like to dedicate this story to my Sir.


I intend to have it finished soon so you'll see more of it as the days go on.

Thank you to the people who take the time to read my blog and who have told me about it the past year. I appreciate it. Enjoy and this is not for the faint hearted.I wrote it because I had to, it was in me. If it offends you, don't read anymore, simple as that.


I woke up suspended 6ft in air. I couldn’t move. When I looked up, I saw the sky swirling around me. I had a sudden chest pain, I was petrified, but I couldn’t speak. I was in a strange place. I had been kidnapped, my hands and feet were tied up, my mouth was gagged. As of this moment, I was being carried over a stranger’s shoulder.

I smelled something unfamiliar which made me feel sick though the cloth in my mouth. I puked up all over the stranger’s shoulder. I felt something big manhandle my weak, queasy body, and I was now like a jelly in someone’s arms, someone who was strange, being held over a sink. My head was shoved towards water. It was running and it was cold. It was relief.

I felt my face being touched, underneath my mouth, I could now make out that male fingers were wiping me. I breathed in and in that moment felt a jolt. Still tied, I was plonked onto a kitchen chair. How I didn’t fall, I don’t know. Something harsh gripped my hair. My head was being pulled up by my hair. I heard a scraping sound. My eyes were forced to make contact with a strange man sitting opposite me.


I was..angry? Angry should have been the correct feeling. I ANGRILY studied his face. The stupidity of it was that I hoped to get an answer. Why are you doing this to me? How much at your mercy am I?

The gag around my mouth was loosened. I kept looking at the stranger. My lips felt swollen. I swallowed. If I could move, I would have fetched myself a drink of water. Ice cold water is what I needed. Craved. But I was tied up everywhere but my mouth. When I looked down, my legs were tied to my knees, to my cunt, to my breasts, to my neck and to my fists. I could shake my head so the cloth gag was loose.

“Get it over with” was on my lips as my body was shoved on the table. Instead I could only yelp with pain. I felt a sharp smack on my bottom. ANGRILY, I knew that I was COMPLETELY at his mercy.

I thought there was going to be a knife. Either death or freedom from my binds. Instead, I felt tighter. I started hyperventilating. I felt a hand on my face. I pressed into it. Mercy. NO. He slapped my cheek. My head turned to one side out of surprise and pain. I started to cry and my breath came out thick and fast. My head was pulled upward again. Lips touched mine. He was going to kiss me. Please. NO. I got spit in my mouth. I lifted my eyes towards him. I felt like a whore.


It dawned on me that I was going to be treated like a whore. I was going to get raped. I was going to have his cock fucking the consent away, my cunt to be a whore for his cock.

Hallo. Update on my Kerouac project.

The intentions behind the documentary are to illustrate Kerouac's origins and how it affected his mature lit like On The Road of which there is a movie adaptation in production. Francis Ford Coppolla is producing the movie which stars Kristen Stewart, Sam Riley, Garrett Hedlund and Viggo Mortensen. It would be interesting to see how they interpret one of Jack Kerouac's masterpieces and in making our documentary it would give audiences the chance to also know the man behind all this.

http://www.indiegogo.com/Home-Ill-Never-Be-Jack-Kerouac-and-Lowell

I finally got chance to post a Comfort Food review on amazon UK

I consider this a way of saying thank you to the world of Erotica and the authors. Here's what I wrote about a book you may have heard me mention..

Comfort Food by Kitty Thomas is a book I came across one evening and when I finished it, I had tears in my eyes. Yes it did have a big impact on me, not only because it hit something personal (when I say it changed my life, that's not a over statement) but the author has written something raw, real and absorbing with strong characters. Not in your face characters, and none of this book is in your face, it could be but it's intelligent and anyone can access it and just find it interesting if not erotic.

I personally find the book erotic, not because I have a kidnap fantasy, that's something I don't even know about myself yet but because of the strength of the bond between Emily the heroine and the man in this book. And something we humans relate to -inner strength, society conditioning, relationships and any kind of sexuality, "norms", right, wrong.

I find the book refreshing and I will always come back to it no matter what happens in my life. In summary, Emily is kidnapped by a man who is a stranger, she is kept in a cell by him and she has no idea what is going on, why, what she says is what we think, why is he doing this? We see something happen between Emily and this man and although what he does is morally wrong and the action itself would probably fit the definition of evil, he has his reasons, it's not a justification because nothing about this book is preachy and nothing is fake. There's no role play, which don't get me wrong is erotic but this is a book about slavery.

p.s. I gave it 5 stars!