Millie 90 lbs of Dynamite: Blog

Hump day...oh what a lovely thought!

September 12, 2018
Posted at 11:40 am
Updated: September 12, 2018 - 11:45 am

How's everyone's hump day? Hey I have a plan for the weekend. Maybe, if all the stars line up, the ducks get in their row, and my fickle muse doesn't go on vacation, I might get some writing done.

Jo and I swung down and surprised Pop's on Sunday. We had cake for our birthdays' that Jo and mom got. We had a big birthday meal, all day early, and just had a good visit. Then Jo and went back to the City and went dancing.

I got an atta-girl at the Monday morning supervisors' breakfast, for a couple of case closings last week. In the squad room, I had a big cake waiting for me, from my crew (which at this point was probably mostly Nyssa's efforts). We settled into our work for the week. The first two days were less hectic than the last two weeks. I'm hoping for another day, or even three, this week of quiet. The morning has been mild so far. Nothing new has come our way and just shifted some investigators around to give a few going on 14 days without days off, they seemed to appreciate it that.

I'm sure we will have some new work soon, and everyone will be back in the field. If not, the fugitive recovery will be a little less grueling for my people. I'm not changing those on active investigations, or anyone working on the less glamorous life of a philandering spouse. I have people on paper and internet investigations, and one guy's working on background checks. I'm betting he could use a break from that.

All the slow down notwithstanding, I still haven't managed to write the past several weeks. I'm not alone, Pop's isn't writing either. We plan a lock-in on Saturday & Sunday, we will work on our individual stories in his office both days. That is the plan, it may or may not happen.

Well, this is a workday, even with it slow, I should do some of my work.

How's everybody out there? Are you writers writing, and the readers reading?

The Ending a Poem by Millie Dynamite

August 17, 2018
Posted at 5:45 pm

The following Poem is from a time in my life of deep depression. I wrote it when I was on the verge of suicide, I was 15 at the time and lost my first lover (another girl that worked the streets with me) I had a great deal of trouble moving on from this setback in my life. It seem long enough or appropriate for a story entry.

The Ending

Alone in my room, I ponder
the meaning of life
With a constant wonder
endless yearnings stab like knife
The silence is broken by the thunder
That insistently rings in my ears
The throbbing of eternity rings as my life falls asunder
with each relentless beating of broken heart, I feel the fears
The one-way passage of one moment
to the next pounds in my chest
As my life slips away, I feel deaths encroachments
With each awful beat, I lose my zest
Life flows from me wetting the bedsheets
with each useless beating of my broken heart
more of me flows away as life retreats
Oh, my lovely lover, my sweetheart
How long, I wonder, how long is there left
How many more beats for me to ponder my sweetheart
How long to remember and be bereft
How much time does it take to bleed the life from my body
Soon, soon it shall pass, yes, so deft
Broken hearted I wait for the end for me to disembody
Soon my spirit will no longer be left
My mind is no longer content
My ending is nigh
My life is now spent
To you, I say goodbye
Now are you sorry
My life lost all for you, aye
Really, are you even sorry

New Position at work (Maybe more time to write)

August 14, 2018
Posted at 3:05 pm

There have been big changes for me at work. I got a promotion. I'm now a supervisor and no longer just an investigator. I didn't want the promotion, it was suggested I not turn it down, that it wouldn't be good for my long-term viability with the company.

I'm eating lunch in my office right now as I type this update for y'all. A sandwich from subway. It has too much mustard on it, and I can't, for the life of me, figure out how they get light on mayo right and not on mustard. I have been meeting with new investigators, fugitive recovery, and personal security personnel that are now under my supervision. The four to ten number exploded yesterday doubling what they told me I would have by the end of the year.

It appears one of the other supervisors got himself fired. A 'with cause' firing and so far, I'm not privy to the details. They reassigned his men and women to other supervisors, and I got all new hires for the last two months assigned to me. I am now in charge of twenty-two people, well twenty-four if count my executive assistant and my, in the field, assistant (Nyssa).

Holy shit, this just keeps getting better, NOT!

On the good side, neither Nyssa or Jo (my wife) are upset about any of this. I'm glad they aren't. My Dad says to hang it there, it'll get better. Rulan, my direct supervisor says the same thing. I doubt it myself. They still say I will be allowed to help on some investigations in field after everything settles down and Nyssa can assist more on supervision when I do investigations.

You know that sounds good, the hickey on that plan, Nyssa is my partner, or was. We work together, as a team. That is especially true on investigations. Then again, if I don't get a good handle on being a boss, I may never get to do the other again, or maybe they'll bust me back to just a normal PI. The company is changing, it got bigger here like overnight, or I became aware of how big we are overnight.

That said, I don't have to work at night any longer. I can leave between 4:00 and 5:00 and be home when Jo rolls into the place every night. The cat is all better again. He is at home, sitting on his Capin perch just beside the aquarium, staring at the fish worrying them.

Dad's coming in to visit me at work this afternoon. I'm looking forward to that, it will be so nice to introduce him to everyone, those that I work for, and those that work for me. We can sit in my office for a few minutes, share a cup of coffee, and he will tell me how proud he is of me. I know he will, he always goes out of his way to let me know how proud he is of me, and he loves me. Maybe being a boss will be worth it just because he is pleased I am. He would tell me he wants me to be happy, but I think I most happy when I make him, mom, and Jo proud of me, or make them happy.

I have at least two dozen stories I have started but never finished. Some are long stories, maybe very long stories, that I stopped working for one reason or another. Others are completed, but I'm not happy with them. Still, others, are just beginnings, or maybe halfway finished. I need only to pick one and finish it, then move to the next one. I still get new ideas all the time or get request from fans. I have one of those right now, another cuckold story, which I'm not that fond of reading or writing.

Well, I need to finish this roast beef sub and get back to it. Ah, the old salt mine can wear on you. It gets in your throat, you can't wash the taste of work out of your mouth. Problem is, all I do for the last week is work on other people's problems. Read their reports, make suggestions, and make sure they aren't loafing whey they should be doing whatever they are supposed to be doing. I have a stack of files on my desk, several fugitive recoveries, a couple of investigations, one missing person, and one personal security request. Now I have to figure out who gets what.

The issue is, the personal security is only for 16 hours a day. Which means one partner gets the day, one the swing, and from midnight to eight am no one on the job. I don't like that dead eight hours sitting out there. But, that is what they want. They live in a gated community, so there is that. Well, I need to take care of this, I must make assignments and figure out the start dates on them.

I'm hoping i get more time write at night as I'm home at decent hour now every day and have my weekends free.

The Strange Case of Writing a Cuckold Story

August 10, 2018
Posted at 12:37 pm
Updated: August 10, 2018 - 1:05 pm

Being a lesbian, my knowledge of heterosexual marriage is limited. I can use my imagination and garner enough understand to write about husbands and wives. I can even write about adultery and be able to show it reasonably. Not being a male doesn't hinder me in writing from a man's point of view, at least not any more than a man writing from a woman's point view is hindered.

That said, writing about the cuckold lifestyle has been an experiment in terror. I have published two or three such stories. Reception of the stories is mixed and partially depends on the what site the reader has used to read the stories. Here at Storiesonline, my work is generally ranked much lower at than at other websites. But to be honest, some of my early works suck no matter where they are read or by who. I haven't taken those stories down, they are there to remind how sorry I was. I still have a long way to go, yes, I do, but I'll get there.

I decided I wanted to write a new cuckold story, which I did, but I wanted it to be more like the real deal is. With that goal in end, I went to website for the lifestyle. I entered one of the chat rooms, with my name and the writer for the handle. I asked if any cuckolds would discuss the lifestyle with me and explain the Mechanics of this strange type of marriage. During the discussions, I guided them to their feelings on it all.

I was shocked and surprised by their openness, the motivations, and the jumbled-up emotions that happen this type of relationship. It's all far more complicated than one might suspect. I'm not sure any story can be all that accurate when you have all of this to contend with. To start with there are three people, three sets of reason, three sets of emotions (and those are mixed feelings all the way around I assure you), and dynamics dictated by the varied needs.

One of the cuckolds I interviewed I asked him to read and rate, my newest offering Candy's Dandy, was to him a dead bang on story for the lifestyle. I'm sure I missed the hot wife and the issues that drive her, as I haven't interviewed any hot wives about the lifestyle yet. And honestly, I don't know that'll I'll delve into either the hot wives' point of view or the bulls.

The scores on this latest story aren't all that good, in fact, they're paltry. That notwithstanding, I stand by my story. If you want to check it out just follow the link below (if it works)

Candy's Dandy

About my writing

August 9, 2018
Posted at 5:59 pm

In an email originating at another site I post, one of my regular readers asked me a simple question. "Of all the stories you have written, which is your personal favorite?" While the question might be simple, the answer isn't, at least, not for me. At this site, I have 35 published stories. Some of these stories appear at other websites, and others don't. I have erotica on Amazon that are listed only there. Then again some of stuff is exclusive at other websites and online stores.

In fact, my favorite what? My own favorite story or the one I'm most pleased with reader reaction? Believe it not some of my narratives at other sites have outstanding scores. The same tales here, not so much. The tale I'm most pleased with from an income point of view is another of my favorites.

I told her, "The next story I write is hopefully my favorite. The one I call my favorite, so far, is "In the Arms of the Succubus." The story was written for last year's Literoitca's Halloween contest, while it didn't win, it has a respectable 4.44 out of 5 there and here carries a score of 7.04. I don't know for sure, but I believe it's the highest score I have at this site. On another place where I publish, it carries a 90.3% ranking. If I count the downloads from all the websites I have published In the Arms of the Succubus, it has over 75,000 downloads to date.

None of those reasons make it my favorite. I like it best, so far, because I enjoy reading it. Other writers will understand this, it is one of those stories when I read it, I think, "Wow, I wrote that?"

I do not consider myself a great writer. My stories are too short, my characters are underdeveloped, too many are too violent, and I still struggle with proper grammar. I'm not even confident I'm a good or competent writer. Yes, I know that is an open invitation to get email's that tell me I suck as writer. And that's fine. While you get to read my stories, if you want to, they aren't written for you. I write for meā€¦there are personal reasons I write violent stories. There are reason for every story I write. They are my reasons. I write to get out whatever I need to while I write them.

Most of the time I look at what I write and think, I could have done better. Not always though, some I think, "That's not bad." Then again, ever now and again, I'm really pleased with one of tales. I think to myself, "Hell, yes, I wrote that!"