Saturday, April 21, 2012

Life can be...

When we first met He was such a beamish boy... full of the brashness of youth and the belief that the pen was mightier than the sword. He wrote poetry... yeah living with one small slave soon killed that desire. See most poetry writers are driven by depression, the need to express what it pent up within... It's very hard to do that when you are in the clutches of a cougar set to drain your essences dry. Hey it was before we became this... and He was happy so don't judge J

He always meant to get back to it...
And one always used to say the urge to write is a compulsion, it scratches and itches inside until it is released...

Personally one never had any desire to write... at all. To be honest one is far more oral in inclination. So it is always something of a surprise that one finds oneself day after day blogging. It started as something for Him to read... something to make him smile. A way to give Him insight to the quirks that lurk beneath... like all good self auditors left to one's own devices conversations would look rather like childhood letters home.
Thank you for your letter, doing fine, love X
Honestly pretty much everything else is so unimportant it just doesn't get a mention...
And then it became slightly addictive...
It was something of a surprise

Rather like the way people turned up to read along and snicker with Him...
Actually that was a bit of a shock 'cos one rarely reads blogs. There are a select few... but generally one has difficulty getting past the sensation that it is a bit like peeking in windows. You get these little snapshots of other peoples' lives. You just don't know what happens when they pass out of view... the not knowing drives one insane... it's worse than the perving sensation.
It never occurred to one small slave that you would have no such qualms... and some of you are such mean girls.

So this is a small thank you to those of you, from all around the globe, who find your way here sometimes day after day to read and snicker, and sometimes even leave comments...
Sighs not that one or two of you should be encouraged... it never leads to any good for one small slave L

7 comments:

lil said...

I do not snicker.
I may upon the rare occasion offer a very tiny smirk.

And as someone who seems to have developed a teensy tiny addiction to reading blogs, I'll continue coming back for more.

Often people with deep thoughts do not write with humor, and those who write with humor tend to only show superficial thought.


I am guilty of coming by day after day lol--because you fall into neither of the above habits. Which always makes for a good read.

little monkey said...

I too smirk.

I snicker.

and Guffaw.

I come every day too,just like lil,mostly for your humor and intellegence.

Also always hoping for a peek at that lovely ass, too.

Master's piece said...

~Blushes~ High praise indeed from two who really can write... and express what lurks within :)

Kitty - The Submissive Wife said...

What is not to love? The first time I saw your blog it was the post about a Quick Whack Rack... I was hooked.

But, yes, I too am surprised that I come up with something almost every day to write about.

Vixen B-Ab said...

You are welcome..


*snicker*

Master's piece said...

@Vixen Yes, you were one of those who got a special mention... at the end there :P

San said...

I read your blog avidly...waiting for weeks end to catch up and wishing, often, that you were the neighbor or the best friend down the street or even one's sister. Or friend. And then I go to Fet and thank you -- hopefully brightening your day that you make such a DIFFERENCE.

You do, you know.