Mistress and Slave have enjoyed their weekend away.... of course it's not like years past, when a weekend away meant liberation from keeping an eye on our kids. With our (mostly) empty nest, every weekend has become a "getaway" for us. But still, a charming Inn, away from the weekend chores (and mothers to visit) definitely has a liberating vibe to it.
Mistress slept in a bit yesterday morning, allowing Slave some extra time to pull together the blog for her, as well and scan the news via internet.
Then it was back to bed.... you probably know the drill: worship while she reads, followed by our wake-up sex. But yesterday, Mistress was feeling a bit more frisky, and elected to ride her cock for a while. That always seems to lead to several robust cums, before spent, she "dismounted" and let her Slave finish the job from above. I was more than happy to do my duty.
Afterwords, we bundled up and headed down to he beach. Truth be told, it was probably barely tolerable biking weather. But Mistress has given me a pass so far. And we both do like a long walk on this empty beach, that runs for miles below dunes filled with dozens of summer homes, ranging from rustic to over-the-top grand. And though the wind was blustery and the temperatures were in the 40's, we seemed to have dressed properly, allowing an hour long stroll north and then back along the beach.
That left us hungry for a late breakfast at a spot down the street that was relatively empty for a Saturday morning. It's clear off-season here, with the trees already having shed those colorful leaves.
Football games seem are scheduled to please the TV networks these days rather than for the convenience of fans or players, and yesterday's game at my alma mater was scheduled for 4 pm -- just about twilight here. In essence, it was a night game for all practical purposes. and a cold one too. Mistress is not much of a sports fan, but indulges her slave. She weathered the first half, reading her kindle when it wasn't misting. But she bailed out at halftime for the friendly confines of a coffee house on campus. Of course, I had no problem with that, staying until the bitter and cold end. Fortunately, my team survived a mediocre performance and a whole lot of punts to prevail narrowly in the end.
By the time we got back to our Inn it was nearly 9 pm.... we planned a "picnic" dinner here, watched an old movie on TV and warmed up. I made sure that Mistress got some worship before bedtime though. She seemed to relish that....
Of course, today is Switch Day.... be assured that Slave was thinking ahead and brought some suitable tools!
Mick bonjour.
ReplyDeleteYes enjoying some fresh coffee and a real baguette! I will drink some calve too this morning...yes a bit early, but I was a bit flabbergasted by yesterdays remark of WC. He keeps calling me friend, yet won't loan me the $500 I asked for...what kind of friend is that. Then he remarks that I should not hold back on his behalf, because Molly can't be exhausted. When we both know she can be!
Now don't forget the 'now now now'. I am not sure what you are serving with Thanks Giving.......but perhaps you want to have some Kama Sutra chocolates for Family desert ?
Francois Aka Eurotrash
I am totally with Molly with the football watching - a kindle or a coffeehouse would be my choice over November night game! We could have coffee together and catch up!
ReplyDeleteAnd i'm hanging out with Molly and Sin in the coffeehouse. Absolutely. NOT because i think of football as gratuitous violence, although in a way it is, but for the players, it's consensual violence, and you know I'm in favor of that!
ReplyDeleteaisha
Well Francois,
ReplyDeleteI would lend you the money but I would hate to have money come between a great friendship like ours,
SO
I won't
Mick,
Your hero Tebone is getting all the ink here in this dusty old cow town
You don't suppose he can play do you?
The maybe he can,
WC