A Peek Back 9-8

200 posts.

Hard to believe that, as of last night, we reached this milestone so quickly. Still hasn’t sunk in. It does not seem like just over four months ago that I came to Leigh with a crazy idea and a single blog post introducing myself. If memory serves me I believe our first day we had 8 views. We went over 30,000 total earlier this week.

So in honor of this momentous occasion I am sleeping in Saturday. The words you read right now are, with the assistance of a celebratory 24oz Sierra Nevada Pale Ale, being keystroked Friday evening.

Its been an amazing ride so far. And its only going to get better. Thank you all.

If you’re a first time Peeker™, welcome!  You are invited to peek through the keyhole. We strongly encourage you to view all of the established Pages, which can be viewed by selecting any of the tabs at the top of this page.

The Archives are an inclusive, running version of every post of note on this blog. If you have not read any or all of the stories, random musings, poetry, etc linked from The Archives by all means please grab a seat, perhaps a drink (the 24oz Pale Ale may need to wait until later in the day) sit back and enjoy.

So saluté!  It’s time to Peek Back!

Interview With A Submission Vampire Vol.1 No.15 – Longtime Peeker™ Ms. D wanted to know if moments like Breaking Leigh were life altering.

A Coffee, Cricket And A Dom Walk Into A Monday – A very laid back, touching Labor Day induced Monday musing.

The Butterfly Chains Act IV – In short, I fuck Leigh fast and hard. One of the most well received Acts of any story I’ve written. Peekers™ went gonzo over this one.

I Had No Idea – My stunned reaction to the above, plus an announcement about a new blog feature. It involves me coming.

The Looking Glass Act II – A very special memory begins, complete with soundtrack. This one is personal on many levels.

Butterfly Chains Are Making Noise – The aforementioned Act IV that everyone freaked out over got republished!

Seek And Go Hyde Act VI – The final Act in this story. Hyde takes over. It gets intense, a bit wild…and very messy.

WII Is WII – Has nothing to do with video games and everything to do with defining WIITWD. Curious? Read on.

Chain Of Rules Act VII – After two Acts of nipple abuse, it’s time to add spanking to Leigh’s chained misfortune…or is that fortune?

Pretty – A poem because sometimes you just want to fuck the pretty girl you wake up to.

For My Leigh – For the 200th post on The Dom Next Door™ I wanted to do something special. I did.

Just tiptoe on the way out…..ZZZZZZZZZZ.

– Scot

Someone Shared Our Secret

And it wasn’t me.

What?

Since we are talking about secrets, I do not make it one that of all I write my poetry is the most special to me. It’s not that I don’t enjoy the stories or the musings, but the poems are about, for and meant for an audience of one.

My Leigh.

So when others appreciate my very neophyte (I am extremely new to any form of writing) prose it heartens me. And if they deem it worthy to feature it in their own digital publishing? Well, that is humbling.

I know, I know, I know. I use the “h’ word a lot. But it’s true.

So when I found out that Athame Morrigan thought that my poem Our Secret was good enough to be featured in the latest issue of her ePaper The Switch Daily I was extremely H Word™.

So imagine how I felt when I discovered that she is also a professional Domme AND Switch! That’s right. She gets paid to play.

I’m very glad I tidied up around the blog before going to bed last night and didn’t leave any unwashed posts in the sink. Whew, that was close!

Thank you Miss Athame.

– Scot

Our Secret

Rather than vainly fumble at

the obviousness of it all

seemed so dreamlike to be

in the shadows watching

your arousal feeding my

thirst for the moment when

the words flow from your

mouth like a waterfall pouring

your secret

no longer kept

my secret

shared with the floor and

the night flowed down

your legs rigid eyes wide mouth

hungry for more and

the puddle a testament to

how fucking beautiful you

really are you know

that I love you

pour into my eyes through

the looking glass the

silent witness to

our secret

– Scot (recalling what it was like to embrace Leigh from behind while she masturbated to our reflection in a candlelit mirror)

I Inspired A Coffee Nooner

Coffee….

Did that excite you? Make you extremities tingle, eyes widen, mouth water? Hot, velvety, lush, mysterious and dark, yet can also be blonde and sweet? It’s practically a religion at TDND™ World Headquarters. The ritual of it all is almost a scene in itself.

Nooner…

The thrill of a quickie stolen from the sadistic grasp of reality and time. Telling the real word to fuck off while you get your fuck on. Primal, raw, sweaty, animalistic. Leigh and I will carpe nooner on occasion this way, when I just take her and fuck her raw to quench my greedy perverted thirst.

What I if I said you could have your coffee and nooner too? Better yet, you can have them at the same time?

Peeker™/romance author Miya Kressin and I adore java. We joked about our daily flirtations with the magically elixir the other day on Twitter. I mentioned how jealous Leigh gets when java and I have a “coffee nooner.”

Well!

That in turn inspired Miya to get a 2nd cup, put fingers to keyboard and have a coffee nooner of her own via the crafting of a very naughty short featuring a loving husband and father, a selfless wife and mother, two lattes, a dress and some stolen quality time.

Curious? You damn well should be.

Trust me, you’ll never drink a latte the same way ever again if you read “Coffee Nooner.”

And to think I inspired it with an innocent comment to a romance writer over the internet over coffee. Anytime I can be associated with hot coffee and scalding sex it is a compliment beyond mortal words to my caffeinated ears.

Thank you Miya for your gift of words. I thoroughly enjoyed reading that…over a hot cup of coffee.

Now I want a latte. Perhaps Leigh will join me?

– Scot

The Dog Next Door

Scot should know better than to leave his MacBook alone when he’s “blogged in” wagwagwagwagwagwagwag

Forgive me if there are any typos. Its difficult typing on these fucking little black keys SQUIRREL!!!! I’LL GET YOU YET YOU BUSHY TAILED MOTHER FU..wagwagwagwagwagwag with your nose. Although after a few ales I’ve seen Scot try! WAGAGWAGWAGWAGWAGWAGWAG

Oh, forgive me. Allow me to intro STOP RUNNING AROUND THE YARD YOU FUCKING NUT GATHERING BASTARD!!! myself.

I’m the Dog Next Door! WAGWAGWAGWAGWAGWAG!!!!  Yup, that’s right. I’m the only one in this house who Scot has collared…literally. I wear it proudly. Its red.! I love red. And pizza crusts. And bacon! WAWAGWAGWAGWAGWAGWAG!!!!!

My name is JD. But my friends call me JD. Did I say I like bacon yet? wagwagwagwagwagwagwag

I have to type fast so I can Publish this before THAT FUCKNUT SQUIRREL TEASING ME GETS HIS OWN NUTS HANDED TO HIM ON A FUCKING SILVER PLATTER!!!! wagwagwagwagwagwagwagwag Scot comes back.

I call Scot Daddy. No, not like that. Pervert. grrrr And Leigh is my Mommy. wagwagwagwagwagwagwag When I’m not napping between meals or asking everyone to feed me I watch them.

You heard me, bitch. I watch them. Yes, like that. Pervert.

I’m writing a tell all book. Its going to be called Scene From The Floor. Clever, huh? I thought of that all by myself! WAGWAGWAGWAGWAGWAGWAG Oh, the things I have seen and heard and watched and waited until the screaming stopped so I could sleep or get breakie!

I love breakie. I use my manners. That’s right. I sit patiently, starving, while Scot or Leigh get my bowl full of breakie. I will not go near it until they say “OK”, OK? Scot calls it using my manners. He is big on manners. He has Mom use hers all the time. I don’t know where she goes in the bedroom. It’s not very big. But she is always asking if she can please come. I mean, Scot tells me to come all the time and I do come….running across the backyard to get back in the house.

Mom must run across the backyard twenty or more times a night, I swear! wagwagwagwagwagwag Wonder if she ever sees THAT FUCKJOB SQUIRREL??? wawagwagwagwagwagwagwag

I come every morning. Right from the couch into the bedroom. Mom is often in the backyard in the mornings as well. I wait until all the moaning and breakie manners are done. When I hear it get quiet or Scot moan loudly, I know it’s almost breakie time!

When I see Scot I stretch like us dogs do. Scot says I’m bowing to his awesomeness. Mom has a different word for when I stretch at Dad. She calls it delusional. I don’t know what that means, but apparently it involves rolling her eyes.

Mom wears chains. I don’t even wear chains! WAGWAGWAGWAGWAGWAG Mom also has a collar, but she doesn’t wear 24/7 like I do. I like my collar. Its red!

Mom and I do have one thing in common. I like to be spanked! I get all worked up and run around like a banshee on meth! WAGWAGWAGWAGWAGWAGWAGWAG!!! Mom just moans a lot and begs to go to the backyard again and again and again. It’s a nice backyard. I love to run in it and CHASE THAT FUCKING SQUIRREL but Mom really loves it. She’s always in the mood for Dad to play with her backyard. Or is that backside?

She asks to come a lot!! wagwagwagwagwagwagwagwag

My book is going to shock everyone. I’ve seen things that would make your tail stand straight up. Actually Mom’s tail is like that a lot. As are parts of Dad. He has a big…..tail. He’s the Alpha dawg. Word…

I love Scot. I love Leigh. They saved me. Now I have a beautiful home, a food bowl, couch privileges and A FUCKASS SQUIRREL TO DISEMBOWEL WITH MY BARE TEETH!! backyard to run around in and poop.

I have to come. Quick, Publish! Hi Dad!! WAGWAGWAGWAGWAGWAG

– JD

Monday’s Java Tastes The Best

Good morning all you kinky bastards.

Coffee really does taste better on Monday mornings. Maybe its the wear of the weekend slamming head on into the reality of 6am Monday. Who knows? But it takes on more meaning when you really need it.

What a week. What a fucking week. I don’t even know where to begin. The not even one week old weekly views record was destroyed by a 50% increase in views.

And that is enough of numbers from me, at least for the time being. Do I like seeing views increase? Hell yeah. But I’d rather have active, curious, interesting Peekers™. And what a bunch of kinky, perverted, twisted voyeurs you all are.

I do not want, nor will I allow, this blog to ever, EVER become all about the page views. I appreciate them, I try to be active to create worthy content, I make attempts to write twice a day during the week, but it will not become one of those cookie-cutter blogs that blurs the lines between Twitter, Tumblr, Pinterest, Facebook, etc. to create meh content solely to make page views spike. I even chose to not write last Saturday in that my brain resembled poorly cooked oatmeal after a long day at work. And rather than word vomit a thousand or so meh cold verbal lumps into a story, I just said “Fuck it!” and went off to bed.

With Leigh. I chose wisely. You’ll be reading about that evening soon.

I know I do not get to everyone’s blogs as often as I would like. WordPress Reader is simply retched. When I get the chance to add everyone’s blogs I will migrate to Google Reader. That should help me in my efforts to support everyone else’s efforts.

On those efforts a humble suggestion: regardless of how interesting the topic or how well written it may be, if your 1000+ word blog post has only three or so paragraphs I am not going to read it. Sorry if that pisses you off, but 600 word paragraphs? Really?

On that note:

– The reaction via the comments to Can Submission Be Dominated was nothing short of amazing. Including my replies we’re over fifty comments on this single post. And what Comments! Eloquent, well crafted, multi-100 word replies abound. So many thoughts from a variety of views. I honestly feel the Comments are now more important than the post! Please, if you have not done so yet, check this post out and make sure to see how amazing Peeker Nation™ is.

– Leigh opened the bedroom door yesterday during our Selfish Sunday™. How? Well, we’ll just say that the families of tourists not twenty feet on either flank of us had any idea I was slowly tweeking the nipple of Leigh’s exposed breast. My gentle over the snug tank top ministrations were rewarded with an unveiling, lovely sighs, moans and the exquisite knowledge that not only was Leigh embracing on the sly exhibitionism but clandestine public carnal knowledge as well.

I respected her hard limit about this up to the point she exposed herself. But with this step future adventures will be taken, not just offered. She’s already thinking about increasing her skirt and dress wardrobe for ease of access. Game on…

– A Peeker™ asked me to CP (crit partner) a potential BDSM blog post. I’ve never been a CP in this manner before (I have read Leigh’s efforts per her request). To be thought of enough to be asked to do so was very humbling.

– I am trying very hard (heh) to keep the Acts of the various stories flowing.

– Its official. I have the writing bug. It starts to gnaw at me. Quote Leigh – “Welcome to my world!”

– Also the worst kept secret is out. Yes, there are plans for writing THE book. It will happen. It will not be fiction. It will make you laugh hard while also desiring to read it one-handed. Think Keillor meets de Sade.

– I will have my first piece of erotic fiction So Tell Me available as a self published eShort by October. There. I said it. Now I have to finish it.

– Leigh’s ass is frustrating both of us. I beat on it for an hour this past Saturday and the next morning all she had as a souvenir were some mild surface abrasions. And I mean BEAT. She likes seeing the bruises and welts, as do I. What to do, what to do…

– If you live near a farmer’s market or the like and are not supporting them, shame on you. Go. Buy only what you will eat that night. Your health, wallet and especially taste buds are welcome.

– Remember my Dominating Soccer Mom & her teenie? Did the same thing again to the manager of an indie book store. Quote as I handed her the same five words (“The Siren” by Tiffany Reisz) “This is the book that other series wishes it was.”

– I was unaware of the comments being left by those who have voted for us as Best Bondage Blog over at bondageawards.com. Leigh mentioned that I should read what others were saying. I did.

Wow…

I know I say it a lot, but I was humbled to the core. The Comments were touching. Thank you all for sharing such sentiments and for taking the time to vote (it’s not too late to do so if you haven’t).

As for the blog:

This week I WILL make it to Dom Depot to take the photos needed for the next BDSM On A Budget installment. You will all get to meet The Chains™ (as featured in Chain Of Rules) and their friends, as well as my easy tutorial on inexpensive bondage with expensive looking and performing results. That story and Breaking Leigh will continue to be updated (can you believe we’ll be on Act X soon?) I’m learning more about Hyde and will comment on such (and hopefully some new stories in which He showed up last week. Twice).

There may also be the first book review on TDND™ as I am rereading a BDSM one that has given me, with the gift of hindsight, some eye opening affirmations. Another Peeker™ may be Unchained (it is in process). I owe Leigh a poem. And I may even comment about a certain book series that has everyone in an uproar.

And with that I need more coffee. It’s Monday, ya know.

– Scot

For Gillian

This was the picture I submitted (no, not that way) to our dear friend for the Guess The Blogger that, as we know, won’t be played. So for her I share it with all of you. I like how it came out:

Guess Who?

Yes, my hand and yes, some of the actual chromed stainless steel chain I use with Leigh. I have that in a wide variety of pre-cut lengths for various….reasons.

– Scot