Trouble In Paradise

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.

13 Comments

Dont scare me like that!! lol

Too cute axe, I’m jealous of you two.

You can work past this. I have faith in the two of you. With time, and counseling, it is possible to come to an understanding. It’s not like with pickles. If one of you likes pickles and the other doesn’t…. well, then there’s no hope at all.

Is it really a hard limit or can you be “forced?” Perhaps some serious bondage or a predicament scene??

Perhaps you should consider this to show your devotion to Belle.

LOL How cute are you?!

I hope you can….work past this ‘issue’. 😉

You liar, you bastard! You don’t deserve her.

p.s. I’m with Lady_M. My heart just sank when I saw the title. I’m glad you were just funning with us.

That was cruel… funny, but cruel!!

Ferns

Cute. 🙂

It’s great to see (well… read…) things going so well for you.

Best wishes on this next chapter in your life story.

Oh heavens!!!!
What a treat! Phenomenal writing despite the loss of angst and STILL the acerbity I’ve always enjoyed from you.
Kudos!!
(And congrats too!)

Have you tried it salty rather than sweet [or vice versa]?

Hey unspeakable, just wanted to ask if you’d be interested in linking my blog to yours! check it out. thanks mate.

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