Quality, Not Quantity....

This morning's title does not refer to the frequency of sexual conduct here at the UCTMW World HQ yesterday, but rather to the paucity of words in today's blog.

Though it was a cold, rainy,  dreary day here in River City, and Mistress and Slave were off to work like good little post-holiday drones, we seemed incapable of keeping our sexual bits to ourselves.

There was the wake-up sex, conventional but oh so satisfying.

There was the on the way to work sex, Mick's fingers dipping and swirling through the strategic aperture at the junction of Mistress's thighs, all gussied up as she was in those black boots and peek-a-boo tights, until Mistress's thighs clamped down hard, her little "no mas" sign that I had achieved my objective.

There was the home from work sex, that started "innocently" enough with a little on my knees worship, but continued through a bonus of me fucking her, con mucho gusto, through the aforementioned aperture.

And then, around 1 am, some middle of the night sex.... both of us had gone to sleep around ten, but somehow found ourselves restless and horny.

Dang.

Only one thing to do when that happens. Plus she still had those tights on, milking her Slave's fetish for all it was worth.

Which explains why Slave is up a little late this am. And under a deadline to get this done before duty calls once again.  As recompense, I've added a shot of Mistress from the Post-Christmas photo shoot.

Enjoy, all. And if anyone can hypothesize what has made us particularly concupiscent this week, please let us know.