Mistress and Slave In a More Natural Habitat

After a long travel day we pulled into our dirt driveway here in the shadows of the Sangre de Christo mountains. The moon and stars were bright, and the air was significantly cooler than the 101 degree of swampy polluted air we were happy to leave behind in River City.

As we headed to the airport we did give a call to the WC, who updated us on the fire-mageddon in his home state. It turns out some of his family members had to evacuate their home, and are now filling up the WC's house. We told him that he and B are welcome to head south to visit us here and escape the crowds. Fortunately, we seem to be clear of fires and smoke as I look out onto the mountains this morning.

Which reminds me of the Sex bloggers retreat we always talk about this time of year, but never seem to organize.  It would be great to have Bill and Donna out here. I could stun a few prairie dogs with my BB gun, and Bill could skin them with his knife collection. I could modify my Green Chili Stew recipe to include prairie dog nuggets rather than lamb.

And of course, we would love to have Suzanne, Tammy, Jay, and Sophie join us too.  Although it might be necessary to construct a TeePee on the back 40 to accommodate all of mutations in their varied couplings.

Naturally, we'd have to find room for J. I have a sense Mistress will be missing the variety he adds to our life this week. I will just have to work on some additional "pitches" to add to my traditional knuckle ball and change - up.

And we're not forgetting  about 'Nilla, Aisha and Sin either.  It might get a little tight, but we could make it BYO Yurt.

I did want to turn back to Suzanne for a moment. She sent an amusing email to me yesterday in response to my request for suggestions for the inventory for the imaginary UCTMW On-Line store.

"The next time Molly takes on of those long bike rides with J, you may want to take your own shorter ride and get some satisfaction for yourself at the same time, using something like the attached.

Just remember to take off the Cage."

 Gee, Suzanne. Thanks for thinking of me.