"Norwegians are Hot"

At least Mistress used a nearly 24 hour delay in Newark to fine tune her sexual tastes.

At one point as I was cruising across the great flat plains of Western Kansas, she texted me that the Norwegian business types sharing the United lounge with her and our children had a certain... appeal.

"Norwegians are  hot, Slave."

"Maybe you can finagle a quickie, Mistress...."

"Drag one off to a private shower area?"

(I know, I shouldn't be texting while driving.... but it kept me awake over the 26 hours from River City to our hideaway....)

She also made some connections with some rock profs from our local River City University who were escorting some students for a "dig" in the same region of the Himilayas where Mistress, our daughters and her mother are heading.

Mistress "minored" in geology back in the day, and she has often told stories about the furtive couplings in her tent with fellow students (and a Professor, as I recall) on remote dig sights in Wyoming and South Dakota. But what happened in the Black Hills stays there, right?

While Mistress was flirting to pass the time, Slave was earnestly missing her. And at a greasy spoon in Lardner, KS. where I stopped for breakfast, I thought I was hallucinating when I looked up and saw this image paying the tab for her eggs, short stack and bacon:

It was a strange Mistress double, maybe a little younger, but certainly the same complexion and body type, with firm thighs and muscular shoulders, and a tight butt embraced by her running shorts. She even had the same hair color, with her hair up and in a tie-dye band much like Mistress would do it.

It made me want to ask her a few questions -- clean shaven folds? Open to a little mid-ride worship? What's your attitude about cock cages? I was just curious about whether the similarities were more than superficial.  All very academic.

When I texted Mistress her picture, she was not amused.

By the time Mistress flight was finally in the air, with a stop in Zurich, Slave was finally pulling into the drive of our hideaway here in the high desert. A wind was blowing and it actually was cool here, and there was no forest fire haze. Perfect.... but for my absent Mistress.

After all those hours on my ass and in motion, once I unpacked, I had that dazed jet-lag feeling. The sort of mental fog that makes it hard to make decisions, or remember what you were in the middle of doing. I figured a bike ride might shake off the cob webs, so I unlocked the bike, and headed out, slelecting maybe a little too ambitious a route before acclimating to the 7000 foot plus altitude.

It did make me break a sweat, and recover my focus. But on the long holl climb back I found it "convenient" to stop and snap this photo of the marker on the drive of a celebrity neighbor:

She's that movie star with the big lips and distinctive smile. A Pretty Woman, quite literally, who was married to one of my favorite Texas musicians, Lyle Lovett. Not sure what the bird is about though.

Once home, I made some dinner for myself, watched the news, and monitored the progress of Mistress's Trans-Atlantic flight on the web.

And before falling to sleep, I made sure to follow Mistress's instructions, fueled by the vision of Mistress and one of those Norwegian guys. But don't worry, Suzanne, once a day will be enough to keep me in shape for Mistress's return.

Early in the morning, I did hear from her... that Viber App we downloaded worked amazingly well... internet to internet voice service that is much clearer than a Verizon or At&T connection. (oops.... is this commerical... will google boot me?)

Mistress says our younger daughter was whining that they should just stay in Switzerland....ah well.

Now they are on their way again, and Slave will have to wait another 10 hours or so to see who Mistress hit on the flight East.