TO MISTRESS MONICA ... MY LOVE

By Jorge Garcia

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Dear Readers:

This story is put up without photos since there are none that can bring out the tenderness of Jorge Garcia's love for Mistress Monica. Jorge was a student when he and Monica first met over the Internet and she was his inspiration as he went through college. I hope that you understand why she was his butterfly.

Sincerely, Dungeonmaster

ADIOS MI MARIPOSA

It's the 30th of July when I'm starting to write this. Today is my birthday. I have received greetings from a lot of friends worldwide but there is a particular one I know I won't receive. That friend is not between us. She left us and, somehow, I wanted to express her my personal recognition. Her name was Monica ...

The first time I heard about her (or more exactly I read about her) was during November '97, the first time I got into Blowout. I went straightly to the stories section, I wanted to avoid the pics for as long as I was in a public computer, and I discovered there a long list of stories. My English was (and is still) quite limited but I started to download a few of them, just to take a look. Among those stories was a very special one, a story that stole my heart, it was titled "When I was a slave" and the author was a certain Mistress Monica.

That story opened a new dimension to my mind and a way of expression to my thoughts ...

I have been writing since I was a child, sometimes what I wrote was good and sometimes not; I wrote only by the pleasure of writing. These stories, and particularly "When I was a slave" they got me into the Erotic writing bug ... I thought I could write stories if not as good as these ones at least good enough and I started with it. I wrote in English, it was another big challenge to me. In a couple of days I wrote "Fucking Molly in class" and I sent it to Blowout. I got absolutely surprised when I got an e-mail from Blowout staff, an e-mail signed by Mistress Monica, the writer I worshiped. When I got that reply I had another story ready, my mind had found a way to express some of my feelings and her advices (and DungeonMaster's ones) were absolutely useful to me. I know that each of my stories meant a lot of work to them, my stories needed a lot of work as Mistress Monica herself wrote in her "The Initiation of Daddy", I've got to admit that that reference to me as the "some student who sends Blowout these broken English stories to publish and I have to make them readable" or " I return to the story of the young Spanish boy butt fucking his tied up slave" made me feel important ... Let's call it vanity.

Meanwhile we were developing a nice e-friendship, I noticed she was not just an incredible writer but a great and wonderful woman indeed; great sense of humor, caring, intelligent ... I kept on writing stories as she did, her stories were always better than mine. I think it's not the place to talk about her great stories, you can read them right here, if you haven't done that, I commend you to do it, they won't disappoint you ...

In one of these e-mails I used a Spanish expression "A otra cosa, mariposa", that could be literally translated as "Let's change of matter, butterfly". Somehow Mistress Monica she loved the word mariposa and she started to sign her e-mails to me as "Tu mariposa"; it made me feel closer to her; from time to time I asked her advice on the most different matters, her voice was one voice I respected the most and I was real proud of thinking of her as a good friend. We told about my studies, my hopes, my fears; she was always there ...1999. I was far from thinking it was the last one. During January and February I had my first semester exams so I stopped getting into the net. I went back by the second week of March, I thought in e-mail her but I didn't do it, I haven't got anything interesting to say ...

And then arrived the 18th of March ...

I have just finished my Analysis of Investments class and I had time enough to take a look. I opened my e-mail, there were a couple of e-mails from friends studying all over Europe, and I got into Blowout, the funniest place all over the net ... I got into the Stories section, as I do every time I'm online, and I saw that there were new stories from DungeonMaster and from Mistress Monica but there were something that didn't fit ...

I opened first Mistress Monica's one and when I read

I Love to Suck Cocks

By Mistress Monica ( 1966 - 1999 )

Click Here and let us know how much you loved Monica ! It was absolutely devastating. I knew that the worse, and completely unexpected to me had happened. I closed the page almost immediately, it couldn't be possible. I know that tears got in my eyes and that a lump got in my throat ... After a couple of minutes I got enough courage to start once again ... This time I noticed what was out of place, in the listing of stories appeared that (1966-1999). This second time I opened DungeonMaster's one "My Dearest Monica"; with the first couple of paragraphs I had more than enough, particularly when one word, cancer, jumped from between the other ones ... I felt helpless and lost, just like if somebody had made disappear the soil under my feet. I could only send a message with the text: "I've got no words ... I will miss you mi mariposa" ...

I don't know why I'm doing it, I don't know why I'm writing this humble tribute when it's something so painful to me, the tears they're back in my eyes and the lump is even stronger; but there's something I have to face, it doesn't matter how hard it would be ... And I can assure you that is real hard.

I've got to admit that in that first moments I had no thoughts for DungeonMaster, even when his loss had been, by far, the largest.

That fateful morning I didn't get into my next classes, I went back home, I needed to be alone.

Since that day I didn't get into Blowout for a month, and when I did I found the controversy about DungeonMaster being an asshole. I thought it was absolutely out of place but I'm not gonna express here my opinion. But I learned a very important lesson from there: The show must go on ...

Since that 18th of March I had fallen into a writer's block, no, it's not the most suitable expression, I didn't want to write, it wasn't a pleasant thing. But time can heal almost everything and with the help of a lot of friends (I want to thank them all) I rode the horse once again, I know that it's what Monica would have desired.

And right now, I only want her to know, wherever she is, that in every single word I write, in every single story I try to write, there's a memory to her, one of the few persons, I don't care if you don't believe it, that had left her mark in my life ...

I know she had made my life a little better, I owe her a lot of things ...

And as John Lennon said: "And I'm not the only one"

Fly free, mi mariposa; I miss you
Always in our minds
We will always love U, Mistress Monica




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