D. D. Story Page Vol # 11, Issue 1 - New Book Release - "LOST"

D. D. Story Page, Vol #10, Issue 3 - Pussy Update

Where Has D. D. Gone

Where oh where has D. D. gone?

Has she run off somewhere new to play

I miss her, and her special way

Of helping me cope with the day.

A month ago she ruled my head

Five thousand words a day

Spilled from my head

Through my fingers and onto this screen

Now if I write, it is with some dread

For the words no longer spill from my head.

Now when I write, it takes an effort from me

Now when I close my eyes, there are no words to see.

And it’s not just my writing this is showing the strain

Of wondering when or if D. D. will take control again.

My desire and motivation for what I love in my life

Have slipped away, like butter on a hot knife.

My life is now full of quick bursts and spurts

Like the kittens I watch throughout the day.

Fifteen minutes of frantic energy alone or with friends

Then two hours of blissful rest, shared with those same friends.

When D. D. was here, it was the same but different for me

Fifteen minutes of rest, followed by two hours of writing.

But with D. D. on vacation, or wherever she is gone

I seem to just be drifting and stumbling my life no longer a song.

By: me

©October31, 2014

Suzy Q. Stories Publishing

New Poem by D. D. "Telling My Secrets Too You

Telling My Secrets Too You

Alone on an old shaky wooden dock

At the edge of the old farm pond

Where I once was a child until I grew

Into a young woman that no boy knew

Though a few tried, none got through

Well except for one, when I was twenty two

Five years and one daughter later,

He was gone, with someone new

  

I've come back to this old dock once again

To rethink my youth, and talk to a friend

A big old tabby, who I knew as a kitten

One who’s always been there both now and then

She listens without comment

Except for an occasional mew

No matter if I tell her

Something shocking or new

Even when I tell her of

My making love to you

She rubs her face against my hand

Telling me that she understands

She does not judge me

Because you are another girl

She returns my love and affection

Just as you did when I was with you

My time has come to leave this pond

For one last and final time

But I won’t leave you behind this time,

Come and live with me old friend of mine

It’s time for you to meet

This new friend of mine

I know you won’t mind

If we cuddle you all the time

But you have to give us our time

For our kitties like to cuddle

And play from time to time

Just like two kittens with a ball of yarn

By: D. D.

©June 19, 2014

Suzy Q. Stories Publishing

P.O. Box 143, North Chili, NY 14514

All Rights Reserved

Lost in a Wistful Dream

Lost in a wistful dream

As I sit curled up

In an old wicker chair,

Beneath an old shedding, tree.

White eyelet and lace,

Has replaced the all black.

As I watch fall hued leaves,

Drift into my special place.

My thoughts drift toward

You and this space we once shared.

With you no longer here

I feel nothing but deep despair.

My heart is filled with pain,

Without the touch of your body

Tight against mine, or simply

The feel of your hand in mine

Time may heal this pain that I feel,

But will it ever, just once reveal

The reason why you chose to end

Your life that to me was so real.

This is for all of us who has ever lost a friend or a friend of a friend through the taking of their own life.

This is not where I expected this picture to take me, as I began to write, but this is what flowed out of my heart.

Love D. D.

©June 3, 2014

D. D.

Suzy Q. Stories Publishing

D. D. Story Page Vol 4, Issue 6. Poetry

A Palette of Keys

This evenings creation, I hope you enjoy!

A Palette of Keys

Time and again I pick up my pen.

Only to put it back down again.

Why I ask myself did I chose a pen.

I must have had a flashback again.

I haven’t used a pen to create

Since, I became able to procreate.

Well maybe not quite since that long;

But, certainly since, I last kissed a dong.

I much prefer for my fingers to careen

Across a palette of sensitive keys;

Nested within, my logic machine.

Resting on a ancient tray above my knees.

A palette of alpha, numeric and function keys,

Blending together letters set free,

Released from deep; within me,

And forming prose, or verse from me.

Sometimes the letters are dark,

And sometime the letters are blue.

But my favorite letters are pink in hue,

Letters that make me think of you.

Pink like your full lips,

Be they high or low.

Pink like your tongue

And flush passions glow.

This verse you would have never seen

If I had actually held onto my pen,

Instead of letting my fingers

Dance and caress the palette of key.

©May 19, 2014

D. D.

Suzy Q. Stories Publishing

D. D.'s Story Page, Vol. 3, Issue #7 Tease & Photos

A Poem for Cindy

For Cindy

Make me a cape to wear for you

A cape of rose petals picked by you

Strung together with the silk of a spider;

Glistening; with the mornings dew.

Rows upon rows of petals,

Each row with a color new

Lain side by side, hue by hue

My, vivid rainbow cape, from you.

I take you eager hand in mine

Letting the rose petals caress your skin

As I lead you to a bed or orchids;

Prepared by me, for you my love.

I lay you back, your body naked

Nipples erect; your own morning dew.

My rainbow cloak of roses covers us both,

As we savor each other’s orchid’s dew.

Lip and tongues, kiss and probe

Each others exotic flower,

Building a fire, meant not to wilt

But rather to please the petals;

With: a climatic nurturing shower.

Copyright April 22, 2014

D. D.

Suzy Q. Publishing

Concerned

D. D. Speaks

I feel a bit of concern.  It seems like the views of my blog are down, and I am not sure why.  Along with the fact that it seems like the drop in views seems like it is has coincided with a reduction of comments and likes on Goggle + for D. Dee.

As D. D. is my pen name for the pieces I write and publish for Suzy Q. Stories Publishing, I made a conscious decision to conceal my true identity from my readers.  To the best of my knowledge there are only 3 people who know exactly who D. D. is.

So I am asking if there is something that I have done wrong or written that has offended someone.  Your only way to judge me it through my writings, and since everything I write is original by me, and straight from my heart, and vivid imagination, and firsthand knowledge of life.

Many writers publish works under both their own name; and a pen name, as do I.  I elected to us a pen name for the works that I publish through Suzy Q. Stories Publishing mainly due to their erotic content only.  The fact that they are about lesbians had no impact on my decision to use a pen name.

I don’t know if this will make any difference, but I feel better.  As a writer they only way I get feedback is from my readers, either through reviews on Kindle, or comments on my blog posts.  So feel free to unload with both barrels if you so desire.  It can only help me; because I will still continue to write what my heart lets flow through my fingers

Love Yah All

D.D.

DD's Story Page Vol #2 Issue #5 - A Poem I had to write

A Bit About Me

Someone recently asked by my age.  Now that is a question that takes nerve, even when asked by another female.  You never know if you will meet a viper, or trigger a mine.  So I simply said I’m in my prime.

The answer is not a lie, or the exact truth, it is simply how I feel, at this place in time.  Old enough to know better, but too young to really care.

Experienced in love, hurt, pain, and most other emotions you can name.

Yet still willing to learn new ways to love, and give love, to not get hurt, or hurt another. While physical pain I can accept, mental pain I try to reject.

Young enough to share my bed with a person I love, even if only for a day, that’s okay.  To cuddle and play, hands and lips free to explore, to savor the flavor du jour. To respond in kind; paying no attention at all, to the words in my mind.  Sometimes you need to let yourself be naughty, to lie back and simply enjoy whoever is between your legs.  To let the passion soar and the waves of pleasure wash away, the stress of the day.

Old enough to sleep alone, yes that is also okay.  (Well, not truly alone, not with 5 cats living with me.) Alone with just your thoughts; with no temptations, to spark your desires, simply to rest, read a story, enjoy a glass of wine, and maybe enjoy to pleasant dream.

Right now at this place and time, I am in my prime.  My writing comes easily, the words flow freely.  Inspiration comes easily to me, I wish I could bottle this place and time, to be opened and used in a sadder place and time, when either I or someone I love is no longer in their prime.

I write about women in love with other women, this is my place and time.

Some editors call it fantasy; I call it romance a wonderful fulfilling love.

Two women in love, or two men in love, are exactly the same as a man and a woman in love.  Love to me is when two minds become one, and it doesn’t matter the sex of either one.  Humans are one of the few species who use sex other than to procreate, so if we do it simply for pleasure, why should we not share the pleasure with one who pleases us physically and visibly.  When it comes to sex for other than procreation, physical attraction is the main reason for the action.  Why would you want to have sex with someone for which, you have no physical attraction, or chemical reaction. 

Who give some the right to tell you, that you can’t love someone, even when that person’s attraction pulls you towards them like the gravity of the sun. And like to magnets the poles are aligned so there is no rejection, just the strong desire to join and bond.  They spout scripture as fact, based on their interpretation, yet as a writer I know how easy it is to make words say what you want them to say.  I remember an old saying “Liar’s Figure, and figures lie.”  Just look at some of the statistics the righteous use, and remember the saying you just read.  I spent a good part of my life making numbers say what either I or the boss wanted them to.

Now how I got here, from someone asking me my age, hell, I don’t know, maybe it was the other question, to tell a bit about myself, which I seemed to have incorporated in this prose with verse.  I may have rambled on, but as I often say the words just flow out of me.

© February 27, 2014

D. D.

Suzy Q. Stories.

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