A hiatus

So, I’m not sure if there are loyal readers, but if you are, you’ve no doubt noticed that, hey, we haven’t posted. There’s a perfectly logical explanation for that. But not a quick or easy explanation for that. So, let me do my best at explaining.

Chloe and I got into a an argument. I won’t go into details about what it was about or such, but it ended up being one of those types of arguments which proved to give us thoughts about whether we would remain together or not. Not for the content within the argument, but for my reactions as a result of it. The good news and the shortest story is that yes, we did make it through. And we are here together at the end of it, sharing our bed again, back to “normal” and I’ve even spent a few nights collared before she ended up leaving for a bit of a late winter getaway with her bestest college friend.

Even before the argument, I had not been blogging as I had before, perhaps the wind out of my sails since Chloe had not been blogging very much and I’ve always been great at starting projects and getting them rolling, but sometimes don’t do so well with the upkeep. So, having left it to her, she was doing great before the holidays, then we both kind of dropped it after the holidays. And that was months ago! I suppose one factor in the lack of blogging is that I didn’t really feel like we were being read. And yes, I know we can’t expect to have followers immediately, but writing on a wall that never gets a light turned upon it gets tiring. And as Chloe mentioned to me in conversation about the blog, she was worrying that the blog might be getting stale. I mean, how many times can one write about collars and cleaning up this or that and the fact that we had a great fuck last night before one goes “Well, what else is there?” – both from the writer’s perspective and the readers. So there’s THAT, which is a huge consideration. This blog IS a learning experience for the both of us. The social media experiment that we are on could take a while to figure out, but, in the end, I think it will be a good exercise and I think it may just educate some folks along the way. I can hope. And I’ll try to blog more often as well – to keep the momentum going. This will be part of my improving myself, which has taken on many facets in the past couple weeks, including my weight (now under 220, which is great, but not under 200), my fitness (3 days running this past week, compared with NONE before) and my other things that are in my life (volunteer efforts, projects, etc). I’ve come to realize that I’m the only one that’s going to make these things happen and that my life is pretty damn lucky, overall, and I need to get off my ass and “do it” instead of complaining to myself and others around me about the lack of time I have to do it. Because I know I waste some of my time. Don’t we all?

So, well, I’m going to continue to post more in the coming days, perhaps give you all something fun to read, and continue with all the other things and just keep doing. I can only hope we might make back our readers from before and gain a few over time. And Chloe’s last post, which was actually posted automatically the morning AFTER the argument, can be responded to (by me) and provide some good stories for all of you.

My Favorite Read

Wine, book, bed

Reading deep within the covers

You, my beautiful boy, are indeed my most favorite read. I take you to bed with me each night, and as I hunker deep beneath the covers, I reach for you as one would reach for a favorite bedside book, knowing that with every page turned…..or in my case, every touch administered…..a new adventure unfolds. Like a good book, you delight me with retorts that are both unpredictable and varied. Your responses to the things I do to you are surprising at times, and yet I delight in them. More often than not, I hurt you in some way that evokes deep and muffled sounds of both pain and pleasure, and I am pleasantly reminded of how much I don’t always expect that.

It is not every night that I intend to administer pain to you, my pup. But I have learned from you that pain is not punishment. Or, if it is, it is the sweetest of tortures for you. Your swollen cock does not lie. Your whimpers can be musical. Your head softly thrashing back and forth on the pile of pillows tells me you want more, not less.

You continue to interest me. You continue to surprise me. Last night, when I was pinching the tip of your cock between my two fingernails, and I felt your body tighten as you breathed sharply, I also heard your deep, guttural sounds of pleasure. The noises you make are layered. I hear the first response of pain…..light, panting and almost fast paced to the point where you lose control of it,  but behind it, I hear a different musical backdrop too….a deeper sound, a darker sound, a steady, baritone groaning that keeps you on course, and  keeps you connected to me.

You beg for mercy, knowing you won’t get it. You beg harder for leniency, but I question if you really want that. I hurt you a bit harder and I listen more intently. I hear you wrestling for control, knowing I expect this from you. I feel your body and mind do a thousand different things, and yet that cock….that big, lovely cock…..does only one thing; it continues to swell and press against me, seeming to know that it lays at the door of the lionesses’ door.

You are my adventure. You are my page turner. Sometimes I will leave you untouched as I lose myself in the covers, but more often than not, I will reach for you, hungry for a few of your pages, sleepily and happily discarding you as sleep overcomes me. You are the book beneath my covers. You are my mystery, my adventure, my love story and all of the dramatic events I could want. You are my all time best seller.