Uncork the champagne! Today marked a milestone.
The number of hits to One Life, Take Two has now crossed over the one hundred thousand mark.
That is the number of people who have stopped by the blog since Dacia installed my StatCounter last February.
In part, this reflects a recent surge in traffic due to Violet Blue choosing certain posts for her sexblog round-up at Fleshbot, and an article by Amy Sohn in New York Magazine that mentions my blog.
Which means that there are many readers new to One Life, Take Two.
Which means that it is time for me to ask for your indulgence by taking part in a poll.
Help me to know you better!
You can take the poll here:
Poll
You can read the results without voting by clicking here:
Results
As always, feel free to drop me a line.
In other blog news, the indefatigable Depraved Librarian has set up domains for Madeline in the Mirror (www.madelineinthemirror.com) and One Life, Take Two (www.onelifetaketwo.com).
You can still find me here, or you may prefer the shorter and niftier dot com. Both roads lead you home.
Thanks, Depraved!
In other non-blog news—I’ve been thinking about my doorbell.
My doorbell has been broken for quite some time.
My pal Raven (now of the left coast) joshed that this was a clear indication that I was a slut. My doorbell was taking a beating from all the comings and goings.
Then we broke my bed having sex.
That sealed it. I was a slut for sure.
I am happy to report that I have fixed my doorbell.
And I have replaced my broken box spring.
Yes, the fabled box spring—first broken by William’s gangbang on my birthday, broken again by Mitzi’s gangbang on her birthday, and broken a third time by heavy hearts when Madeline and I ended our first (and to date, only) weekend together—is no more.
It survived a little over a year.
A new box spring is in its place.
My bed is now level again. If you sleep with me—or should I say “when?”—we will not list to one side.
I was a little embarrassed when the man who delivered my new box spring got a look at my old one.
The underside was so much kindling.
I shrugged. “Kids! Heh. Heh.”
Shelby and I inaugurated the box spring within two hours of its installation.
For a change, the only squeaks were those emanating from Shelby’s mouth.
The new box spring endured its first orgy the very next evening.
It came with a fifteen-year warranty.
Side bets, anyone, on how long it lasts?
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14 comments:
My dog, does the mattress tag say 'warranted for capacity of six bodies'?
I give the frame 6-12 months, max. A bottle of Maker's.
I'm with Viviane... a year tops! Make sure you keep the reciept :P
You need a titanium box spring. That's the only thing that would work.
I think I've broken about 3 different beds or furon frames that way.
'S funny. When I was a teenager, I'd never have dreamed I'd be liging a life that sometimes has elements that look like they walked out of a Penthouse Forum letter.
It's the little touches like the humor of breaking a bed during sex that make it real, and more fun than some wank-fantasy.
CONGRATS JEFFY!
Need to hang soon. and work it out. ha. hope you are having fun wtih the chilren!
talk soon. but congrats on the big 6 figs. that is kind of crazy.
i give it 18 months .. i am thinking you may have bought one a bit better than the last.. and i wager a bottle of Jefferson Reserve..
or perhaps a bottle of Bookers ... which I like better anyway ..
And how did Violet Blue find out about you? How about the webmaster stuff, like your assiduous tagging of posts, bookmarking on
del.icio.us and RSS feed submission? Harrumph.
That's right, Grace. I do have the hardest working webmistress in the biz!
ThreeOliveMartini, you are making me drool. (You do know that Madeline and I refer to you as TOM, right?)
J: Jeffy? Must you, really?
Congratulations, sugar! We've all been watching your statcounter numbers rise. Showoff...
I think a celebration is definitely in order.
100 000 Congrats! You are the dirty little secret for 100 000 hotties. I can't wait to read of your next success!bravo! keep it up! err continuez encore
bises.
One celebration coming right up, Madeline.
TOM?..I think I can live with that.. as long as in person you actually use the real name..
and ...
you and Madeline talk about me? wow.. *grin*
Thanks Christian.
What brand do I prefer? Well, that depends.
When gifts abound: Jefferson's Reserve, Booker's.
In flush times: Knob Creek, Maker's Mark.
In steady times: Jack Daniels.
In lean times: Jim Beam.
In Bowery gutters: Southern Comfort--the closest I have yet tasted to hairspray.
Duly noted!
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