What, No Kissing?

Mistress and Slave had a rather laid back Valentine's Day. No high falutin' date night like the First couple had in DC? (Did anyone see the President's public warning to America's males yesterday to look at the calendar and not forget what day it was?  Clever.)

No  four way, as  was brewing over at All Mine.  (Damn, those folks sure have fun).

No, we had some satisfying comfort sex in the morning, went to work, and hit our gym at the end of the day. Mistress spun. I did the elliptical and watched the news.  At home I whipped up some tasty stir-fry, and we caught up on the most recent episode of Californication.

(I should add that Mistress got a little extra V-Day treat once we were done worshipping and fucking before work.... there were a few minutes left before it was time to hit the shower, so she got a bonus orgasm courtesy of her favorite power tool.   It's always nice to have a powered assist at those moments when the human body needs just a little more.)

We figured we would have that fancy celebratory meal on our last night in Europe next week, when the sullen teen is back with her host family. And after all, everyday is Valentine's Day here at UCTMW, isn't it?

But when our show was over, and we adjourned to the executive suite here at the UCTMW World HQ, I did make sure that Mistress had a suitable opportunity for worship before we settled into bed with our books.  Those clean shaven folds were mighty succulent last night.

Oddly, we were both reading books about JFK, the hero of my Irish Catholic youth, who died when I in 8th grade, just having turned 13. For those of us in that generation, the Carole King line "something inside me died" is not too dramatic  to describe the events of November, 1963.

I'm reading this long Steven King novel imagining a school teacher from Maine in 2011 traveling back through some convoluted hole in time to prevent the assassination.

Mistress is reading the recently published memoir of Mimi Alford, who (credibly) claims that she had an affair with JFK while a White House intern at the age of 19, that extended to the week of his death. The book describes the loss of her virginity in Jackie's bedroom (raising the question of why Jackie had her own bedroom), and has lots of other colorful and credible details.  There have been a many articles on her book of late, including this one from Sunday's Times, where she describes the White House in those days as more like "Mad Men" than "Camelot".

So we are laying there side by side, deep into the 60's, and Mistress is sharing random, colorful details.

"She says they took baths together, Slave...."

"I saw that in an interview she did..... they had rubber duck races...."

Bizarre, right?

"And she says his favorite song back then was that one from "How to Succeed in Business...."

Somehow I knew which one, whipped out my laptop and found it on You-Tube.... here it is.

I Believe in You

I can imagine JFK looking at himself in the mirror, admiring his own "grin of impetuous youth", when deciding whether to press the red button during the Cuban Missile Crisis, all the while humming this song. Scary.... the narcissist's theme song. But maybe you need that degree of confidence to do that job.

On the Cuban missile crisis.... "She says he called her back from Wheaton College to be there in the White House that week.... a limo picked her up....."

"Wonder if she had a reserved spot in the bunker if things went south?"

The intern's adventures with JFK are not particularly shocking to either of us. I suspect Mistress would have done it too, at the first drop of hearing him say her name with that Boston accent.  But at 19.... right between the ages of our two daughters.   Disturbing.  But those were different times. Before "sexual harassment, and a nosey press corps.



But here's the detail we fixated on.

"She says they never really kissed."

Huh?

How do you have an extended affair ... spend the night.... stare down Nikita Kruschev together, with your rubbie duckies at your side....without kissing?

Mistress and I discussed that....

"Kissing's important Slave.... Not sure I could last with someone who isn't a good kisser."

"So how do I rank...."

"You're a good kisser, Slave...."

I thought back to our first tentative kiss.... it definitely got better from there. And for the record, Mistress was at least 25 by then. I was an "ancient" 38.

We also ran through a few other folks she's engaged these last few years....some showed promise, others were avoiders.  And the kiss avoiders did not go the distance with Mistress.

So what's your take dear readers..... why no kissing between JFK and the intern? And where does kissing rank on your deal makers or killers?