THIS! Isoellen you really are awesome!! Go check her out folks. 💫💫💫
I am Isoellen. Story teller, story collector, podcaster, wanna be creative, Mrs. Doubtfire and Naughty SnowWhite. I spent a lot of my life working hard to fit into boxes that I myself created at a young age and had decided, with much determination, that I would make myself fit into them..
Along the way, I had some amazing kids. And hopefully, they will never take it upon themselves to search my writer name....because I'm not quite there yet. And I don't think I will ever be.
I also take a stab at literary writing under the tag @LostDarlinggirl. I'd love to make "real" friends while this platform is small, so don't hesitate to comment, chat, ask questions, be bold, demand references, challenge my ideas, and teach me new things.
I also write kinky bestselling (for four days!) m/f omegaverse romance novels set in violent, sex drenched, fantasy worlds.
I love to write: raunchy limerick poetry filled with euphemisms, sensual word heavy prose that could be about eating a peach or something completely different, and clear, emotive pieces of about the human experiences. Want to write back and forth/ call and response? I love a challenge.
Speaking of euphemisims I wrote a very bad poem about this guy whose name starts with S or was it P?
There once was a man from London
(or maybe not, I’m American
What do I know about UK accents?)
A man from a city who liked to look at titty
and who went from shooting people
To animals to people once more.
(or maybe not, who can tell
I just have bad poetry that I’m trying to sell)
We will call this man Stefan
Or Stephen or Stiv or Swen
Just call him something!
A man who shoots all the girls
But never shoots any men
And by Shoot, I mean
Women have the good biology
But he had great physiology
why hire another
when he had what it took
a big giant saint dick
a smash-burger-in-my- pants
no need to share all the glory.
Indeed, he did have the big pink pogo stick
the hum-de-dum super thick drum-stick
a rapacious magic wand of wonder
balanced perfectly over the
twin bulging cream sacs
just waiting to launch
that spicy horseradish sauce
straight across the room.
Now remember this is all said in love
for the man from London
Robert, or Bob, or Stefan
who takes the beautiful photos from above
and on the side and under and how-the-heck-did-he-do-that?
He lives life large
Writing poetry with pictures
taking photos of pretty girls
of all sizes, shapes, and make
and now and then once upon a time
getting smooshed in the face for posterity.
And we agree, don’t you see,
his diddle is fine
We can see by design how it might
Fit in the handy
we can see his piddle is dandy
It’s in every couple’s photo, you know
The proud rooster that stands up on command
So that even if we can’t remember
Ron, Rupert, Frances, or Stefan
Where not likely to forget
The man from London
Or wherever it rains over there in the UK
Has a big cock in his pants
And we all know just which way
It happens to bend.
and feel free to add a verse or two
if you are feeling a little randy...