Danger - Part: Deux.

Starting Monday it’s Daisy Danger week, all week! Well … No, not really, it’s not. I swear it’s not gonna be Daisy Danger week – promise, cross my heart and hope to die.

I’ve written about Daisy and her blog before, the post was called ”Danger! Danger! You’re about to jack-off to a twitter friend”. This post sparked a series of rants (or reviews) from me concerning sites and people I like, people I admire and people that I talk too on social media networks. The feedback on these write ups have been amazing! And I can not express my gratitude enough for all the kind words that have been tweeted my way.

Now, some might think this is all a kiss-ass show on my part since all of my posts have been very favorable towards the sites and people I’ve written about - but it’s not just me kissing ass, I wholeheartedly mean every word I write and I’m doing it first and foremost because I love writing – secondly because my freelance gigs have been non existing lately. I also do these posts because I want more people to notice these sites and people that I write about ”god damn it! Go and check them out for fucks sake!”…

”But you never write anything negative?”. No, I don’t write anything negative, why would I spend my time and energy on writing negatively about some people and their site? Guys, I’m not getting paid to this you know, this is my time and my energy – not some employer’s. My mom taught me that ”if you don’t have anything nice to say, keep your mouth shut” so if I don’t have anything nice to say, I’m keeping my mouth shut. There is also the other older saying ”that any publicity is good publicity” - why would I direct attention to people and their work if I don’t like it? Best way to get rid of someone is to ignore them, so that’s what I do to stuff I don’t like, I’m not gonna go out of my way to talk shit about someone, I’m just gonna ignore them. Now back to the subject at hand … Daisy Danger.

Since I wrote the first piece I’ve been wanting to go further into the lioness’s den of Daisy -the criminal mastermind that have decide to use her brilliance for good- Danger, the double agent who plays both sides of the game, but never gets caught, even though she makes a terrible waitress, I wanna go balls deep in to Daisy Danger.

The woman has been around – Daisy is a longtime woman (as Pam Grier sings on the soundtrack to Jacky Brown), she’s been to hell and back again, I don’t know how old Daisy is and a gentleman never ask’s a woman her age – plus, I don’t give a rats ass how old she is honestly.

As I said, I’ve been trying to crawl my way deeper in to the rabbit hole and see how far I can get, but no inspiration has come to me, until now. I was halfway through Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain when a thick stream of lyrical jizz hit my brain and I took to the nicotine painted laptop and put words to my fantasies about Mrs Danger.

Daisy shocks me with some of her erotica, she makes me sad with parts of her life story, the girl is a super freak for sure and I love it! Even if I’m not down with some of the kink she gets up to, I still can’t get enough of it. Her life story leaves me sad and in a state of mind that I hate, the kind of state where you find yourself going ”aawww, I’m so sorry to hear that, you want a hug?” fuck that shit, that’s not the style or jive of Daisy as far as I can tell, that’s not how we play on this playground fella.

Instead I swallow the lump in my throat and dive head first into wonderland. I check out the podcast and listen to the voice of Daisy – the cool, all American, laid back ”I’ve been there and done that” voice of Danger girl, I listen to her talk about love, loss, sex, pain, pleasure, taking place in mondain situations, to the absurd circumstances and I let myself get mesmerized.

Then with a mouth full of cotton, a heart full of lust, a soul full of guilt and a pair of pants full of cock, I turn to the ”about” section on her blog. The about section on Daisy’s blog has a picture of her, you can’t really see much other then her back, hair, a top and the outline of her face, but it’s enough for me. I imagine her on a beach (I have to add, that I hate the fucking beach) in the Hamptons in the 1950’s mid summer.

I let it go, I don’t give a shit anymore. I drop my pants and my cock pops out like a jack in the box. As I stare at the picture my eyes get blurry, a humming sound buzzes in my ears, I feel dizzy. My cock couldn’t get any harder then this, it’s throbbing and my balls are like steel …. Drops of sweat starts to drip from my nose, upper lip and eyebrows, I lick my lips and get a salty taste in my mouth, I’m moaning, I usually don’t moan when masturbating – why would I?

A hardcore, uncensored, pornographic slide show passes through my mind, images of Daisy’s legs around my ears while my mouth and tongue licks her pussy. Daisy’s mouth sucking my cock. Daisy squatting on my cock - my mouth sucking her nipples. Daisy on her back with her legs in the air - my cock pounding into her. Daisy on all fours, face down ass up - my cock sliding into her ass. Daisy fingering my ass as cum erupts from the cock onto her chest, neck and chin … But I digress. No, there’s more…

I scream and gasps for air as my masturbation turns into a mess on myself, cum squirting all the way up to my chin ”oh fuck, oh Jesus, fuck, shit!” I scream, as my body convulses in spasms and I almost fall down, the room is spinning and I can’t catch my breath, this was like real fucking, not just jacking-off, this was better then porn, better then anything.

After a quick visit to the bathroom and a change of clothes, I collect myself and do a quick search of the internet to get my mind straight again, I find a pair of ridiculous shoes, I tweet them to her and say - I think you should get a pair of these - ”LOL” - emoticon.

A day later I return to The Daisy Danger blog for more exploring, no masturbation, no flirtation, but with more mesmerization (I think, I just made up a word?) of the words that Daisy writes, the stories she tells.

I sit back here thinking, the woman has lived a way too interesting life for her own good, she’s just too damn talented a writer, I fucking dig this chick! I remember the article that made me notice her, talk to her, I didn’t realize that I had already read a story or two of hers before all of that.

Strange how things workout these days, strange that I’ve just written about a jerk off fantasy to a good online friend. Strange that she will most properly read this, strange that I’m so concerned about what she might think of it? I’m treading dangerous ground here, I know that.

But I have to be honest, I have to put myself out there, Christ! It’s not like it’s real any of this, it’s just fantasy and the danger of it all is so fucking exhilarating.

The true life sex adventures of Daisy Danger: daisydanger.com