Friday, November 28, 2014

Who wants to play with words?


I found the following Craigslist Advertisement interesting. Presented here:

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Who wants to play with words?

I just love playing with the written word. Using words to paint a picture of erotic fantasies is the HOTTEST fore play I have ever experienced.

Who is interested in writing a paragraph of "our" erotic story and then passing it off for the other person to write the next paragraph. Then you get it back for your addition and so on....

Could be a lot of fun! Any takers?

If we hit it off maybe we can meet in person and live portions of our story?
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   I wasn’t able to respond in time to the above Craigslist Advertisement. It was up for a couple hours and then down quickly. I suppose someone had a really enticing paragraph before I could create what I wanted.
If I had the time; something like below is what I would have written. I know only a paragraph was requested but I like to overachieve. That is likely why I didn’t get the chance to create the story with her; I was being too possessive. Trying too hard to impress also.
   Taking even more time since then; I added in the names and some context via certain objects to make it more like a real story. I use a few brand names for some objects but that is in no way any endorsement. Proper names also added for proper context. Plus it is embellished so that it is a full story. The story is based on my original idea for a possible encounter that would be fun for all involved. I am left to wonder if it would have gotten me an in-person meeting?
     I guess I will have to speculate on my own for however long it bugs me. For now; I am glad to share this with anyone who feels free to read it. Because it would bug me more if I didn’t post this piece. I hope you enjoy it this piece of erotica.

Mary swung her legs out of the car. Her 5 Series BMW was impressive as it rolled off the plant floor because of its sleek styling. Beyond that her car is overly extraordinary because of its modified V8 engine. The resulting power plant generates more torque than most pickup trucks. Plus it definitely is faster than those whiny sounding import tuners. She liked to go hard and fast. She expected to get plenty of both tonight without the need for a machine for the first time in a long time.

 Her car was equally impressive because it was washed, cleaned & waxed regularly. The car looked good because she took flawless take care of it. Same as she did her own body.

Mary worked out regularly with a variety of exercises. Mary also took the time to primp herself as well with habitual mani/pedis and other body maintenance. She always kept her kitty kit clean of hair looking very inviting. Always dressed to impress to do everything in the latest style. Mary looked like a million bucks inside and out. She was definitely more impressive than a bucket of bolts and wires.

Just as her heels hit the asphalt; Mary heard the ding of her cell phone. She looked down to see she got a text. The message she was hoping for. The anticipation has been making her whole body so tense. She is practically about to snap she was so wound up. Visibly tight but her stomach doing somersaults along with the rest of her insides. Mary was slowly losing control of her body and emotions. She was very excited, to say the very least.  

“Room 112” 

That was all the text said. Nothing more. Mary had a good idea what would happen there. She had been hoping for something exciting. She got it in spades.

Mary had always dreamed of trying this. A forbidden liaison with a stranger who is concerned with her pleasure. Just showing up to a place where she is unknown. She wouldn’t know who was in there. She would barely be known to the person receiving her. Then surrendering to the lust of her new lover. Letting things happen as he wanted them to. But it seemed so foreign & risky. It was a real leap.  

Of all the things she had imagined; rough oral sex was always the hottest. She always enjoyed giving head. Ever since she knew how much boys enjoy her skills. But not as much as the man she was now with was going to enjoy getting it her benefits. She wanted to surrender her mouth to all the delights his prick could have with her.

Mary had harbored this fantasy for so long, she couldn’t’ remember when or where it started. A man holding either side of her head. Pistoning his cock in and out of her mouth’s opening. Completely filling her from lips to tonsils. Pushing against the sides of her mouth and making her cheeks swell. Using her pie-hole like a pussy as he sinks his delicious dick in again and again. Leaving only a rope of cum dripping from her well fucked hole when he is done.

That was one thing her new lover had promised. A test of her oral skills with him; a new man. Her first new man in years. Doing something she hadn’t done in quite a while, giving a proper and enthusiastic blowjob. It was like she was a teenager all over again.

Mary’s desire focused on getting a good dick-down. And from the correspondence she had; that was exactly what was being offered. The rough language in the notes sent back and forth was enticing. The promise of molesting hands on her willing flesh. The unabashed style of mentioning the crude sexual acts. The crass demeanor that was attached to each message her lover sent was so tantalizing. She was sure that Jay was the guy to provide her with what she desired.

That was all he used to refer to himself. Jay just like the letter. Jay had dominated her thoughts for so long. It had been almost two months of anticipation. She was distracted at work. Constantly checking for messages by text or email. She would have looked for smoke signals if that would have made the time go quicker.  Now, she was about to make this yearning real.

Would he do it? Take her mouth. Treat her like the unknown orifice on the other side of a gloryhole. Could she have found someone so crass as to enjoy such debased pleasures without taking things too far? Treat her to those pleasures? Maybe one day soon she would have the courage to find out about being on the other side of a gloryhole herself. For now; she was here outside this hotel. Waiting to be used. Hoping to be used.

This is both exciting and nerve racking. Mary’s outer façade of power she exuded most days was masking something more base at all times. Her inner war. She had always desired to do something like this. Meet a man just for sex. Out of the blue. A man she never met before. But she had to have some security in the situation.

Someone had to know where she was for her own safety. Only one other person who knew about this meeting. It was her safe call which was her friend Lisa. Lisa was sufficiently kinky enough to help Mary out on this “quest”.

Lisa had met Jay in person for coffee. She said that he is legit. He even agreed to terms about details on how to check in. Lisa took down all his personal information. So if something happened; he wouldn’t be able to run and hide. Lisa would track him down like the villain in a Liam Neeson movie.

Lisa told Mary that she gave her seal of approval. Lisa wanted Mary to “Have Fun and Let Loose.” Vowing that Jay was just the man to help her with that. Heck, Lisa was pretty sure Jay could help any woman multiple times. She would love take a turn herself sometime.

Mary finally left the comfort of her car and made her way to her feet. She was a little wobbly at first. She could barely remember how to walk since her mind was occupied with other things. Like it was the first time as a virgin again. Which in one respect it was. She made her way into the Crowne Plaza hotel.

She tried to stay poised in the rest of the journey to her craving. She was able to move her feet gracefully down the hall to the door. She saw the number, barely. The door was propped open. Making it easy for Mary to walk in. With her trepidation; that was not as easy as one would think. Still she pushed the door out of her way and entered. Closing it securely then taking a deep breath to get her ready for what was next.

There was a moveable screen blocking most of the room. A small folding table was present in front of her. When she looked down Mary saw the pop-up note that sat behind a silk scarf blindfold. Picking up the note it read, “Tie This Over Your Eyes”.

She did as instructed. Binding her eyes with the scarf. Restricting her vision to almost nothing. Trusting in what was about to happen. Scared stiff that she would get exactly what she has been yearning for so long.

As she finished securing the scarf around her eyes, she heard a click. Mary could feel the metal on her wrist. Her left wrist was twisted ever so slightly to meet her right hand. The two appendages were secured together by polished metal. She was now robbed of her sight and the use of her hands. Two of her senses were gone. Mary stood in this foreign place; very vulnerable.

Once again, the adrenaline was surging through her body. It was not something anyone can see. It is what is happening. If she had full freedom of movement; she might be shaking like a leaf in the wind right now.

Instead Mary was being led further into the room. There was a strong hand that gripped her left arm completely. She was stepping lively to keep pace with the man leading her. The man that promised to take her to a new pleasure she had hoped so long for.

Mary could feel hands on her person now. Her clothing. Unbuttoning her blouse. Her lover. It was in a respectful style. Not just tearing it off like a brute. This man knew what he was doing.  

Then she heard it. That voice. So gruff and commanding; that voice belongs to a man who is ready to show her pleasure. "I am going to take off your skirt. Nice and slow."

As Jay undid her skirt; Mary could fully feel his touch. His strong hands caressed my bare ass as she worked the skirt off my hips. His tough and slightly rough skin felt like a real man’s. In contrast to the style he used to remove her garments which was in a delicate manner. Her fine threads needed patience to be to make sure they are removed correctly.

Mary was standing in what must have looked like an awkward position. Her hands bound behind her with her blouse bunched around her hands. It might look like the blouse is actually binding her. Leaving her clad in only a pair of garters and stockings that lead to stripper heels. No panties as instructed.

She felt her now bare skin being touched roughly, awakened. This man’s hands on her. Starting to caress all over her supple skin. While the one hand continued down below the other hand was working toward her breasts.

   This was an expert who was handling her. Caressing Mary's breasts. Pinching Mary's nipples. She was being manipulated. She was being aroused. She was loving every bit of it.

   All the while Mary was being manhandling down below as well. Feeling her most sensitive skin stroked by her new lover. Her clit squeezed between two muscular fingers. Then some fingers pushing her legs apart. Caressing her nether regions. Until she felt a tongue that was dancing delightfully over her labia.

The assault on her senses made her all the more aware of the pleasurable aspects of everything happening to her. The fact that she was robbed of sight made her so much more acutely attuned of all the other senses. Smelling the desire coming from this man and all directed toward her. Feeling his strong hands roaming all over her body. Tasting first this man’s hot and heavy breath on her lips and tongue right before he kisses her softly.

Mary was soon put on her knees. Her true purpose was evident quickly. Jay’s hard cock was pressing against her lips. And she opened her supple mouth pillows to let Jay enter her mouth. Feeling the soft skin of his cock which was so smooth.   

Mary delighted in her own pleasure. It washed over her body like shower water. There was no denying the rush she got from having a hard cock in her mouth. It was long enough and thick enough to make sure she felt its choking presence from time to time. And Jay had no problem assisting her with the pace. One hand on her tits and one on the back of her head to help her.

Mary was able to move her head freely, for the most part. She did get some assistance from time to time. Told to hold her head down for a little longer at times. Mary was forced to take more and more of the length of his cock. It was 8 inches so not the biggest one ever. But Jay’s length along with his girth is a mouthful. She needed all the attention she could muster to concentrate on using her nose to breathe when he "helped" her. Because her mouth was completely occupied.

What was even more noticeable was when he pulled his cock all the way out. It was a noticeable loss. She realized how much she liked having that cock in there. Mary was going to miss it in her mouth when Jay decided to fuck her later.

Mary felt that her hands had been released from the cuffs. Leaving her a little off balance. She took hold of the first thing she could; a well-muscled set of buns Jay possessed. Using her hands to steady her and her mouth did more work. The scarf fell from her eyes too. Mary was now fully able to enjoy all that was occurring to her.

Just then, Jay scooped Mary up and threw her onto the bed. Although her senses were returned, Mary was not in control. Jay was the one calling all the shots here. And that was fine with both of them.

First action he took; Jay moved between her thighs too. Making her feel a whole new sensation. This was another wave of pleasure to enjoy. A man who would take his time in using his tongue. Jay explored her. Nibbling on her clit. Alternating his tongue between her labia and the entrance of her vagina. He was not shy in letting his fingers plunge deeply into her vagina. Stimulating her G-spot in ways she hadn’t felt in a long time.

 Mary got to savor this pleasure for a while. She got to do something rare; enjoy it. The feeling of utter abandonment as she allowed Jay to have his way with her most private area. Mary senses were on fire. Because she could hear too just a little bit of the slurping and probing that was going on. It sounded like Jay was having fun.

The true nature of her sense of touch was pushed over the edge as she felt the condomed laced cock enter her pussy. As much as she might miss that cock in her mouth; she enjoyed the feeling of it in her pussy. The push against her walls as it squeezed it way in. There was plenty of lubrication. This cock is just the widest thing to enter her in a while. Even thicker than her dildo.

She was adventurous but not stupid. Condoms were a must for vaginal penetration. Although she loved the feeling of a man’s cock skin inside of her; she had to draw some lines. It did not diminish her pleasure. It was a delight to feel such a wonderful piece of manhood inside her. She didn’t need to see the condom to feel it. It was wrapped around quite an impressive cock.

They started out in a modified missionary position. Jay had to lift her hips up so that he could sink into her. This forced her legs up too. So she was spread eagle and open to the world. Filled with a pumping dick that was able to hit her spot just right.

“May I touch you Sir?”

“Freely” he allowed with his answer. Mary was glad to allow her hands to roam all over Jay’s body. He wasn’t a model but he had very present muscles. He was strong in the true sense of the word. It was nice to feel that strength.

Jay was enjoying the pleasures of being inside Mary. Pumping his fully engorged cock in and out of her pussy. Stroking her insides like no one had done to her in years. Like an expert. Hitting all the places that made her shutter.

   Mary could not neglect the full on assault to her senses. She was now allowed to feel the muscles of her lover on top of her. Their combined scent of sex washed over her olfactory nerves. She could taste his lips when he would kiss her with passion and hunger. Still the best feeling was his cock. Each thrust seemed to get deeper within her somehow.

Mary came on his cock. Releasing a wave of delight that they could both savor. She hadn’t felt this intense for so long. She nerves were bundled up tight and ready to explode. She couldn’t resist shivering a little to try and release some of the tension in her body.

As she did; she could hear Jay’s breath become more swallow. He was getting ready to cum and she could sense it. With a little force; she was able to cum with him as well. She had been multi-orgasmic before. Never so quickly though. Never coinciding with her lover.

“I want you to clean the cum off my cock with a washcloth from the shower.” Jay ordered. “Then use your mouth and get me hard again.”

Mary finally took in the luxury suite. The blinds were open to the wonder of the downtown city lights. Sometimes she would work late and see this view. But it looked different from the angle.

Mary walked confidently to the shower. Naked as she walked back to wipe Jay clean. She could see him in full view for the first time. She focused on was the desire written all over his face. He was yearning for her again. She could tell.

“Hurry. I have more condoms and I intend on using them.”

After a quick swipe with the hand towel; Jay pulled her up for a kiss. It was intimate. It was passionate. Their tongues danced as she felt his hands in her hair.

He pulled his head back. Looked deep into her eyes as he ordered her to, “Suck! My! Cock!”

She repositioned herself in front of that breathtaking “literally” tool. Mary got to see his thick and veiny instrument up close. It was quite a sight to behold. But she wasn’t there to stare. She was there to work with her mouth.

And work she did. She sucked his cock until it stood at attention. At one point; Jay grabbed her hands and pinned them to the bed so she could only use her mouth. She tried so hard to keep it in her mouth. But that big phallus still fell out. So she had to use her lips and tongue to get it back in. “You better keep sucking my cock girl” Jay implored her. So Mary lined up her mouth and got that big dick back into her jaws. Working it up and down.

One thing that she couldn’t resist was the underside of his cock. Mary got her left hand free and used it to push his erect cock onto to his belly. Then she took a long and slow lick on the underside. Tracing the huge vein that runs from his balls to the head of his cock. It tasted so sweet. It was not just long, it was wide too. You could tell that plenty of blood was flowing through it.  

His cock was a thing of beauty. He was able to use it so expertly. And Mary wished she had all day to suck on it. She would take that job very seriously. To look at it and admire it whether it was flaccid or ready for action. It just looked so tantalizing. For now, her mouth was doing all the admiration.

   Mary felt Jay’s hands on either side of her head. Pulling her off that delicious cock. “I am going to fuck you from behind” Jay growled at her. Mary could only delight at the knowledge.

“Get up on your hands and knees” Jay commanded as he got up. He went to the stand and put on another condom. His hard prick sheathed in a plastic casing. Ready for more action.

   “Ahhhh!” he let out as he slipped his cock into Mary’s willing pussy. “This is just a heavenly feeling indeed.”

Slowly Jay enjoyed this new sensation. Having her in a new position. Enjoying the feeling of his cock as it slide further and further into her.

He was going to be able to last longer since he already spurted one load. So he would take his time. Letting her feel him inside of her.

   Mary was not the same however. The quivering within her started as Jay was thrusting in and out of her. She was so turned on and ready to cum. Along with the expert fucking she was being given; all these factors made her cum like a fire hose. Sensation seemed to last for hours. Lucky for her!

Mary slipped into a space she had never felt before. And all her carnal actions blended into one. She could feel every bit. But couldn’t describe it to much of anyone. She was a sexual animal. Overflowing with satisfaction that was coursing throughout her body.

After a few hours & several rounds of lustful interaction; it was time to go. Mary showered her body without getting her hair wet. Washing the sex and scent from her body.

Jay kissed Mary passionately before she left this den of sin. Then shut the door between them. Leaving untold pleasures behind closed doors. Pleasures that will be present in thoughts if not in words.  

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When Mary got to her car; she texted to Lisa "It was amaz-balls! Tell you the rest tomorrow."

Mary drove out of the parking lot with a huge smile on her face. She was so happy. So at peace. This was the best sex she had in months.

Next text she sent at a red light was to Jay say "Next month?”. Then she shut her phone off.  

Mary continued her drive home. Even though this was not her normal route; she knew where she was going. Just enjoying the ride with a smile on her face.

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“I’m home” she called

“Evening Katie. Did you have fun?” John called out to his wife.

 “Yup. Just the workout I needed.” she said as she slipped her key ring onto her hook labeled KMB. Her work ID showed her full name: Katherine Mary Bryant.

She quickly reflected on “Mary’s” exploits as she pushed the brunette wig into her gym bag a little further. “I think I will check on the kids before I go to sleep. Night.”

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Sunday, November 9, 2014

Artistic Integrity- hard to achieve !!

          I wonder if George R.R. Martin (GRRM) has good notes or an outline or some big board somewhere [non-erasable ink] or better yet - some typed out plan for where the Kingdom of Westros is going over the course of however many books he has left in him. The reason I say this is; doesn’t every good modern author need to have some mechanism to ensure that the stories they want to tell get told correctly? Because with so many ways available to fans, other authors or even publishing companies; the integrity of any author’s work might at times be just as reliant on the speed of publishing as the quality of the content.


        Game of Thrones is a big success on HBO. But it has strayed from the original text in the books that comprise the series named A Song of Ice and Fire. I am not sure if the books are a considered success or not. Actually I am not reading them on purpose. I want a pure experience with the TV series. Much like with HBO’s True Blood where I did not read the books either.


The avid readers of the series have had multiple problems with the TV series. Since the books came first; the readers are expecting a lot from the TV series. The series has not delivered. Not just because of the “richness” of GRRM’s writing. Characters on TV don’t match the books in more than just words.


An example is the character Ros. She is not named in the books at all but is likely only mentioned as the “red-headed whore” http://awoiaf.westeros.org/index.php/Ros. It is expected that some characters will be written out because ink is less expensive than a salary. But this is a new character that incorporates the traits of a couple characters within the book to represent prostitutes in general. But changes to both traits and back-story. Ros is white and the characters she absorbed [Chataya and Alayaya] are black; not from the North; and generally not the same: http://awoiaf.westeros.org/index.php/Chataya http://awoiaf.westeros.org/index.php/Alayaya. My point is more towards the fact that changes get made. But it is most important that the writer’s intent is followed.


So when does the author step in? I know that GRRM is working with HBO on the series. But not sure how closely. Maybe not with the level of control that E.L. James will have on her "work on the 50 Shades Trilogy". But I know GRRM is there with filming on HBO happens. In fact, GRRM is developing more stuff for HBO too. I am not sure if it is GoT related or not.


But there are gaping holes that the book readers have been wondering since the 1990s. TV watchers won’t stand for that amount of time for those holes to remain open. GRRM has things that need answered. They need to be addressed sooner rather than altered by the TV series. Or they will suffer a loss. In viewership.


It may also slip into the readership as well. Remains to be seen.


There are two examples of what can happen to an author's work without proper oversight: 
1. Stopped
2. Changed 


1. Stieg Larsson believed in his journalism and subsequent book writing was so important and the profundity so deep in the true nature of evil; that he didn’t get married to his partner Eva Gabrielsson. That he would be putting her life in danger if he did. However he did not leave a will for her either, so she has no rights to his work or profits. Also Larsson didn’t have detailed notes for where to take his characters? Why?


            I am judging him bit he is a dead man so he has no true judgment. Still I have to say that this is the height of selfishness. I am plenty selfish myself and I advertise myself as such. But still, they were together for over 30 years. I don’t know Swedish law but seems like he could have done more to take care of her. Make sure she had more rights. Because he was supposedly estranged from his father and brother how now have the rights [and who were also in so much danger yet]. Anyway; now two men he was supposed not even close to own his legacy. Why?


We also know that he was confident this story would resonant. So much that at 50; he was telling friends he was going to be famous for the Millennium books that he was writing:  http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/23/magazine/23Larsson-t.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0 novels. Which is became very true. Hell, even the translations are riveting. He wrote a great few of books. But I have heard rumors that other books could have been written with all the material Larsson had in his head. Maybe as many as 10: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/books/booknews/8717374/Stieg-Larssons-fourth-Dragon-Tattoo-novel-follows-Lisbeths-twin-sister-in-Irelend.html But that is just rumor.


Now we, the public who enjoy his stories, we get screwed. His fictional stories & earlier journalism illuminated real issues that need to be examined. Issues like Swedish government cover ups, business corruption, foster system, sexual abuse, and other things. These are stories that need to be told.


And supposedly Larsson had written the start of a fourth book: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eva_Gabrielsson . WE the readers won’t get to see what his vision was. If Gabrielsson had the vision, she doesn’t own the rights because Larsson didn’t do what he needed to ensure that happen. And it might get changed in the greedy hands of men he wasn’t even close to.


I wonder what would have happened? Would Lisbeth team up with her sister? Would she start making money for herself? What happens to Millennium? Would anyone ever call Kalle Blomkvist on his shit?


Also every author needs to be concerned in the ways that things get changed. Like how the Swedish movie version changed the daughter’s involvement in solving the murders in The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo [and I renew that Kalle Blomkvist is in fact a Man who hates women]. But there is also talk of not having Kalle back in the other two English language sequels because of Daniel Craig’s salary: http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/news/girl-dragon-tattoo-sequel-whats-416621. These types of perversions are not right; Even if they are possible.


End result, the people loyal to the story don’t get the real story. Speculation is that at least one more and possibly as many as seven more stories were detailed to his partner Eva Gabrielsson. So when, if ever, might we the public get those stories? Probably never.


Back to my original thought; doesn’t GRRM worry about his story in this way? That he won’t let his fans have the truth of his story. Ultimately leaving us with so many theories but no true resolution.


2. Ian Fleming created a great character [incidentally that Daniel Craig is also playing along with Kalle Blomkvist and is a large part of the salary problems with the English version of the Millennium trilogy] in James Bond. He created other characters but none have been as long reaching as Bond. Not even Napoleon Solo which was his name for The Man From UNCLE.


The reason I bring up Fleming is, I wonder what he would think of his character now. Bond has had Lots of authors work on him. John Gardner changed things like the car he drove from an Aston Martin to a Saab. The character has had a bunch of changes. One time authors. Some that did a couple books then no others. It is a very mixed bag.


But is it what Fleming wanted?


Back to my original point, would Martin want GoT picked up by someone else?  I think the answer is no. The reason I say that is that GRRM is adamantly opposed to fan fiction http://badassdigest.com/2013/11/14/george-rr-martin-fuck-your-fan-fiction/. Sometimes an author will have a favorite fan who they are comfortable "handing the reigns" to.  


Would he appoint someone? Just seems like that is imperative. So that the original vision gets told. Partly because GRRM writes at a glacial pace. GRRM seems to not trust anyone enough for that though.


Maybe now that there is a TV series, maybe he will let that speak for his vision? I don’t know.


All this to say; I want to know who Jon Snow’s Dad is? I don’t believe it is Lord Eddard Stark. Good ol' Ned. I don’t want to believe it either. I am hoping it is someone else. I mean, if good ol’ Ned had sex out of wedlock, is he really going to go back and check on her in nine months? Doesn’t seem the type. He would bury it so that he wouldn't have to face his shame.


            There is great mystery about who Jon Snow’s father is. There seem to be only two possible hypotheses. Lord Ned Stark and Crown Prince Rhaegar Targereyan.


            As evidenced by: http://awoiaf.westeros.org/index.php/Jon_Snow/Theories
            The most prominent hypothesis is R + L = J. Otherwise known as Rhaegar Targereyan + Lyanna Stark = Jon Snow.


This gives Rhaegar a third child. The number three is rife throughout the Targereyan blood line. Rhaegar had two children with Elia Martell of Dorne. His other two children were Rhaenys and Aegon and Jon would make the third head of that Targaryen dragon. And also the last male dragon since Gregor “The Mountain” Clegane killed Elia, Rhaenys and Aegon [which was a popular phrase spouted by Oberyn Martell].   
            Ned is supposedly the most honorable in Westros. So it is questionable whether he would lie. But we know that he told King Robert on the show and Arya in the books that Jon’s mother’s name is Wylla. He never actually details who Wylla is. Where she is from. Or any other such clues that would help the fans know anything tangible.


            What if Wylla is a childish way of saying Lyanna? Or if somehow Wylla is a nickname for Lyanna. We know that Ned’s actual name is Eddard. Who named him Ned? Maybe Wylla.
            Could N + L = J? Or Ned + Lyanna = Jon.


            We know there is rampant incest in Westros. Why not here?
            I think that most people do not want Jon living his life out on the wall. And I hypothesize that the wall is coming down at some point in the final books anyway. But I digress.


            I think one way is to have Jon assume his responsibility as Warden of the North, the Lord of Winterfell. He is the eldest living male child of Ned Stark: http://asoiaf.westeros.org/index.php/topic/84467-nlj /            


            Given as a “shield” to the hypothesis is that Ned has so much honor is that far too honorable to have sex with his sister. Supposedly he hadn’t seen her for two years prior to her death. Rhaegar likely wouldn’t have let any man see his beauty trapped in a tower. But this could just be a ruse, in my opinion.
I assert that claims of Ned’s honor are greatly exaggerated. In an episode of Game of Thrones Ned says of someone [I can’t remember who but I think he is referring to Jaime Lannister] “He has honor when honor is easy.” But the same is true of Ned himself.  
            What is my evidence of Ned’s failing honor? Here:
1. Ned doesn’t say no to his best friend Robert going after the Targaryens’ and by extension the Crown and the Realm. Some might say that he was only going against the Crown Prince. Maybe Ned was just ridding the Realm of an unworthy Prince. But who is Ned to make that decision?
2. Ned led the attack on Aerys into King’s Landing. Honorable men do not attack their king. They do not invade the capital. Even if that king killed his father and brother. A truly honorable man would not disgrace his honor with personal vengeance. Ultimately he didn’t kill Aerys; Jaime Lannister did. Still it was not correct what he did and anyone can now dismiss the claim about it only being about Rhaegar because Robert had already killed him. Robert’s wounds from his struggle at the trident prevented him from leading the battle himself.


3. Honorable men DO NOT HAVE KIDS OUT OF WEDLOCK !! This leads a lot of people to say that is why it must be someone else who is the father except for one thing


4. Honorable men DO NOT LIE ABOUT HAVING KIDS OUT OF WEDLOCK !!


Does GRRM want to leave this to someone else to solve? I would think not. Hopefully his vision is clear. And it gets presented either in book form or on TV or both. Preferably by GRRM himself.


Maybe one day I will do some serious writing and people can question my integrity.
     
             Either way it doesn’t matter. GRRM has a very loyal following of people. He is one of the most popular authors around. So much so that things he wrote as a teenager are news now: http://marvel.com/images/911892#0-911892 [this is also evidence he does like other authors but I don’t think Stan Lee will be able to pick up for him on this one]. And GRRM can laugh all the way to the bank, no matter what I say about him.


All I have to say to GRRM is; “Tell me who Jon’s parents are!?!”

Tuesday, November 4, 2014