UnspeakableAxe
A Story Of Sex, Submission and…wow I can't sum it all up here
I know, I know, i’ve been so busy lately what with moving into a new apartment and my 2nd job picking up more steam. I promise to get back to writing more in the next week or so.
Meanwhile here’s some Found Femdom from the U.K. (Or so I was told).
What’s a woman to do when there’s no spots left to sit on the subway???
A conversation with my friend Troy Orleans about dating, doing dishes, the secret to getting her interested, play parties and a whole lot more.
Plus I take the begging for donations to a whole new level.
Oh and there’s an extra surprise appearance by my friend Darla Kincaid.
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It’s my birthday
She’s cooking for me and trying to open the goat cheese.
I walk closer to help her and she says “Fuck, I hate these easy-open packages.
First I start laughing then she starts laughing…then she kicks me in the junk.
I fall to the ground laughing and yelping in pain at the same time.
“What did you do that for?” I asked still wincing and laughing.
“Because I felt like it”, she smiled.
“Damn that hurt” I giggled.
She, still laughing at what she said and just did puts her foot in front of my lips and say “good, now kiss my foot”.
I kiss.
She was perfect for me and I for her. Or so I thought.
Everything had been going great.
We have similar tastes in movies, music, our outlook on the world.
The sex is great. She owns me and I serve her.
We click on so many levels.
We found a place together, were in the process of packing up boxes when last night…..something changed.
I guess you never see it coming when it does, it’s one of those things that couples never talk about. But I fear we may have come upon something in our relationship that could draw up a barrier between us. Something I’m ashamed of and something that has haunted me my entire life.
I don’t like candy corn.
Oh when she learned about it she seemed to be fine with it. She acted as though it wasn’t a big deal. But I could see. I could really see what she couldn’t hide.
Any dreams she had of us shopping for candy corn by the pound, enjoying a romantic night in bed eating candy corn and wine, or eating candy corn out of crystal glasses in Paris, all of those dreams were gone now.
I know what you’re thinking. Why didn’t I tell her from the start?
Well, frankly I had hoped the issue wouldn’t come up. All thorughout halloween I had made up excuses every time she brought it up.
“Want some candy corn?”
Not tonight I have a headache.
“Lets go buy some candy corn”
I can’t I have a…thing.
But last night I just couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t keep living a lie. I had to tell her.
She hasn’t mentioned it since but I know it will come up again. I just hope she can look past it. I hope we can work though this.
If not, I may just need to do it. I may need to break that hard limit. For her. Yes. For her.
After all, she is my owner and I am her slave. If that means eating candy corn then…so be it.
For her I will.
God help me I will.
When Rori came out with the list of the top 100 sex bloggers list last year, I was proud to be among such good company.
This year she’s done it again and what do ya know, I’m still on the list this year! Woohooo!
Here’s a repost from her blog.
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I first compiled this list last year as a way to recognize the people who are courageous enough to put their lives or fantasies or opinions (or all three and more) out there to entertain and inspire the rest of us. I also hoped that this would bring new readers to every blogger on the list, and I had hoped that it would be an icebreaker way for bloggers to get to know one another. It was a smashing success, so I decided to make it an annal event.
And now, without further ado, the Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2009:
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