Sugar Daddy...Paint Blue Skies for Me

By Nellie Cake

Nine women and me ran the streets of a small town we were all born and raised in, but were left for dead, outcast, considered to be whores, alcoholics and drug addicts by many including our parents, siblings and family. They don't know us, what our lives are like and what we go through and don't give a damn so we don't either. Most of our families sent us out to get them some drugs, alcohol or just kicked us out to the streets and we never went back.

Yes, we do drink alcohol, do drugs, run the street, fuck men for free or for money, but we pay for what we get with pussy and our lives on the line in danger all the time. We live in abandon buildings and hang at the local pool rooms and two restaurants in town. We have to give up pussy and put our lives in danger when we're hungry, when we need a change of clothes, when we need personal items, and when we want drugs and alcohol.

Our families have all disowned us and far as we are concerned there is no love lost because we don't live our lives according to their standards, demands, beliefs, and judgments.

Every time one of us gets a real job we don't get to keep it when they meet our friends or learn that we live on the streets and what we do to survive.

We get raped a lot so to lesson the number of rapes we all eventually got up with a sugar daddy who would not only buy us something to eat and clothes, they gave us money and bought our drugs and alcoholic and looked out for us. When we needed anything we could call our sugar daddy and for a blow job or pussy they will buy us anything we want and put us up in a hotel room. That didn't keep us out of trouble or keep us from getting beat and raped a lot, but it doesn't happen as often. Boyfriends, baby's daddies, one night fucks, husbands, rapist, and orgies come and go, but sugar daddies never leave or turn their back on us.

Every time one of us gets pregnant our family and parents don't give a damn then after birth they take the babies by proving us unfit.

Our sugar daddies are just a phone call away and for a nights pleasure they are willing to listen to our sob stories, buy us dinner, clean clothes, and a hotel room for a week or so. We all grew up in the streets, allies, highways, under bridges and were beat and raped in the same places we grew up in and lived in. Our only breaks were the hotel rooms our sugar daddies bought for us so we can take a break from that life, get a shower, relax, eat, and be normal for a few days or weeks.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nellie Cake
• Release date: Mar 12, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005325800

Nellie Cake

Howdy; I'm Nellie Cake and these are "Memoirs From My Outhouse." I write adult only, violence, murders, rapes, beatings, and nasty words. True stories of murders, crimes, violence, rapes, drugs, incest, alcoholism, inmates, stolen children, homelessness, and erotic murder thrillers. I have forty years of experience in these subjects and forty years of sobriety from drugs and alcohol. I'm an Appalachian inbred Hillbilly and ain't nothing wrong with that. I also write Erotic Murder Thriller series.People who write similar stories usually are not an inbred Hillbilly which makes my story unique. Names were changed to get family and people from the past to shut the hell up. To be a real smart ass extended family is only mentioned. Hillbillies do make moonshine, grow weed, carry double barrel shot guns, and stay bare-foot. I guess city folk wants me to wash my cover all's more often. We don't eat the road kill lesson it's soft. If it's stiff the dogs get it.Four of my children were stolen like I'm a baby factory, the fifth became an armed bank robber with Jesse James. I was kidnapped, beat and raped at nine then witnessed the same man beat, rape and my two nine year old Hillbilly girl-friends. i witnessed the brutal beating and murder of an elderly man.My second husband was a wannabe Clint Eastwood carrying and arson, beating on me and hunting me like an animal. Many pregnancies I lived in the snow then many years hitching in snow hunting for them. Drug dealing and exotic strip dancing were a way to survive in the wake of being annihilated by spouses. I dated my home confinement officer and was honored with a Governor's pardon.My stomach exploded and took a year to walk. Lucifer threw a 16,000 pound building on me causing gangrene and took a year to walk. Worse case of MRSA in history took a year to walk. I maintained employments and continued writing through destitution, pregnancies, savagery, prisons, and northern winters.Life's accomplishments: I won six turkeys, nine trophies battling cocks, birthed five kids, won ten cakes, and caught nine ten pound Bass. I possess gloating rights to angling stories and jaded memories. I want a place for authors of any genre and victims of any crime to have a voice without family or people judging, preaching, bossing, and interfering.I understand they are Holier than me, but they make authors of my genre feel we're a bad image or influence on their precious perfect family. Every story I write is true. God is real, but He can not physically stop rapist, abusers, murders nor narcissist.It just wasn't working for me to be quiet all these years about so many rapes because I never told. So I started writing fiction, erotic murder thrillers. Morbid ways of killing all the men who raped me, and there were many, became my inspiration to write erotic murder thrillers.copyright 2018/Nellie Cake

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Sugar Daddy...Paint Blue Skies for Me

Nine women and me ran the streets of a small town we were all born and raised in, but were left for dead, outcast, considered to be whores, alcoholics and drug addicts by many including our parents, siblings and family. They don't know us, what our lives are like and what we go through and don't give a damn so we don't either. Most of our families sent us out to get them some drugs, alcohol or just kicked us out to the streets and we never went back.

Yes, we do drink alcohol, do drugs, run the street, fuck men for free or for money, but we pay for what we get with pussy and our lives on the line in danger all the time. We live in abandon buildings and hang at the local pool rooms and two restaurants in town. We have to give up pussy and put our lives in danger when we're hungry, when we need a change of clothes, when we need personal items, and when we want drugs and alcohol.

Our families have all disowned us and far as we are concerned there is no love lost because we don't live our lives according to their standards, demands, beliefs, and judgments.

Every time one of us gets a real job we don't get to keep it when they meet our friends or learn that we live on the streets and what we do to survive.

We get raped a lot so to lesson the number of rapes we all eventually got up with a sugar daddy who would not only buy us something to eat and clothes, they gave us money and bought our drugs and alcoholic and looked out for us. When we needed anything we could call our sugar daddy and for a blow job or pussy they will buy us anything we want and put us up in a hotel room. That didn't keep us out of trouble or keep us from getting beat and raped a lot, but it doesn't happen as often. Boyfriends, baby's daddies, one night fucks, husbands, rapist, and orgies come and go, but sugar daddies never leave or turn their back on us.

Every time one of us gets pregnant our family and parents don't give a damn then after birth they take the babies by proving us unfit.

Our sugar daddies are just a phone call away and for a nights pleasure they are willing to listen to our sob stories, buy us dinner, clean clothes, and a hotel room for a week or so. We all grew up in the streets, allies, highways, under bridges and were beat and raped in the same places we grew up in and lived in. Our only breaks were the hotel rooms our sugar daddies bought for us so we can take a break from that life, get a shower, relax, eat, and be normal for a few days or weeks.

We all have many stories and scars about our beatings, rapes and the attackers. We go through life having rape babies and don't know exactly who the fathers are then our families and parents jerk or rip the babies from our lives and throw us back to the streets.

We have all survived many STD diseases and fight to stay clean.

The other women's sugar daddies had a wife, children and families they have to