An Invitation

Mistress and Slave did not disappear somewhere over that vast empty wasteland between the coasts, dear readers.

We made it back here to River City late Sunday night, and were too quickly immersed in "life" so to speak - work, family, and for Slave a too late night Monday at the stadium, where my pussycats had one of their rare victories over that dreaded team from Pittsburgh.

Indeed, as a result of that late night, Monday was an unscheduled abstinence day for both of us.... though the ship has been righted since then, or our reputation as sex blogging maniacs would be at severe risk, wouldn't it?

It's a bit of a drag being back to the grind here after two glorious weeks in our SW hideaway, though the empty nest has been nice. And Mistress has been stuck with only her Slave's attentions. She is in a discriminating mood.... one of her former Cougar week conquests - the guy who lives in the same little college town as our older cute co-ed - has been badgering her all week for a "hook-up" but.....

"I'm really not in the mood for him Slave..... I think there's something else on his agenda, and I've got other things to deal with...."

"Understood Mistress. It's your prerogative to say 'no', as well as 'yes'...."

But there is something coming up on the schedule that caught my attention this week.... early next month the mighty New England Patriots, with the guy in the hoodie, are coming to town to take on the Pussycats....you know, the team that our friends over at All Mine live and die for. I have four season tickets for the game, still unspoken for. So what better way to encourage comity amongst competing sex blog empires than to invite our friendly rivals to join us for the game?

So here's the offer Suzanne....

-Three lower bowl, 14th row seats, with good views of the Pussycat cheerleaders who will surely amuse Jay ( and maybe even Tammy).
-Plush accommodations in the guest suite at the UCTMW World HQ, only a 20 minute drive from the stadium.
-A "night on the town" in the Queen City of the West. (We actually have a few nice restaurants.)
-Free use of our collection of wooden risotto spoons.
- The prospects of an amusing bet on the outcome of the game, which might be immediately "cashed in", should your party elect to spend Sunday night after the game!

Should you elect to accept this invitation Suzanne, Slave might even invest in a plastic cage to get through the cracker jack stadium wanding jockeys, because we know how you feel about slaves without cages.