Together Again for the First Time

Molly and Mick finally made it to our mountain hideaway here in the shadow of the Sangre de Christo Mountains not long after dusk last evening. We were treated to an amazing sunset over the last hour of our drives bathing the mountains and sky in the colors of a rusty rainbow.

The drive reminded us of our early days when we started this blog about 3 years ago. Pictures we used then led to some comments from Miguel, our less than productive Western Correspondent, with a masturbatory bent that leads to purchases of lubricants in bulk quantities.

f you followed us here, you know that over the months that followed, Mistress and our WC developed a bit of a thing for one another, featuring much abuse of Mistress's hitachi, and lots of fantasies about whether she would ever become personally familiar with his special occasion cock, and its legendary dimensions. It was a unique "romance" spawned and nourished by the blog-o-verse.

She wheedled him with various offers to visit us here, only 5 hours down the road. Or maybe "hook up" in some neutral location.  But Mike's sense of honor and a busy gold and home schedule always seemed to get in the way. So, as you know, Mistress's eye began to wander and she found herself in a series of ongoing adventures with a collection of longer and shorter term lovers (no, that was not a cock size joke in the making).

Truth be told, we had our doubts about whether the WC would actually show up for our lunch appointment yesterday. The last time we were in the area he had "inadvertently" left his cell phone at home.

So we were pleasantly surprised when he appeared at the appointed time and place, a sea food restaurant of his selection.

And we were very happy to finally meet him in the flesh.

I could tell that Mistress was particularly charmed to finally meet the guy who had talked her out of her undies on so many occasions from afar.  And after I returned to the table after a brief conference call, she announced that they had reached an agreement:

"Mike says were actually going to fuck someday."

Of course, there was no date or location designated.  I tried to be helpful.

"Our rental has a big trunk, and a back seat that folds down.... there should be enough space.... I can move it to a secluded corner of the parking lot....."

"Ewww .... too messy slave..... and sordid.  This deserves more atmosphere....."

"How about I block the door of the men's room for 5 minutes. would that work, just by way of introduction?"


Of course, they looked at me like I was crazy. But Mistress did invite WC to slip away this weekend to visit us here..... or to come with his Wife, the long suffering Beth with the nasty strap-on, and celebrate New Year's Eve with us.

Our guess is that we will not see them here anytime soon. I did suggest that this summer Mistress and I might come back to Denver for a visit to Scarlett ranch with Mike and Beth.

"I could get some foam in Beth's eye and distract her, while you and Molly head off to some secluded tent... would that work?"

Somehow I have my doubts that this new agreement will come to fruition anytime soon. But it did seem to change Mistress's mind about our corporate austerity plan .... despite the high overhead and low productivity, she announced as we were leaving that my decision to close the Mountain Zone HQ was reversed.  Mike didn't have to turn in his keys and AmEx card after all!

And they did spend some time quenching the WC's unnatural curiosity about Mistress's Cougar Week adventures and where the group of contenders now stand.  (More on that later.) Naturally, Mike seems to find fault with all of them, particularly when it comes to cock dimensions.

Now, with a new lease on his branch office, and a reprieve from the pink slip, do you think we can expect any chart topping smut from the WC anytime soon, or will he still try to peddle his "work product" over to our competitors at ALL Mine?