Pent Up Demand

Mistress and Slave missed their Monday morning wake-up sex because we had to drive our cute Co-Ed to the airport early yesterday morning.

That can put us into a cranky mood. On the drive back to our hideaway, Mistress pointed out how much she was hoping our other house guests would be off the premises when we got home, so there would be no need to stifle her expressions of passion.

"I'm looking forward to some walking around the house naked, ride your cock action, Slave".

But what were the chances?

When we got home my other daughter and the son-in-law were all curled up on the couch, fire blazing, working on their computers. Despite the blazing sunshine, and my offer of the car keys in case they wanted to visit a local museum or gallery, they were settled in and inclined to go no where fast. They were camped out only about 8 feet from our bedroom wall.

What to do?

Mistress took her laptop out onto the patio, and I joined her for a while, catching up to some work emails.

But the sexual tension could no be denied much longer.

By about 4 pm we announced we were "taking a nap". And to dampen any ambient noise, we turned a CD on in our bedroom. Hopefully the mellow folkie notes covered up the sounds of our fucking.

After I worshiped away for a few Mistress cums, she gave me the long awaited permission to fuck her.

"Wow. Slave. That's a very hard cock!"

"What did you expect, Mistress.... it's been almost 36 hours!"

Mistress and Slave Undercover(s)

Here's the view from our backyard, on the edge of the Sangre de Christo Mountains.

We've been enjoying the sun, snow and family time these last few days. But since our little hideaway is a compact affair, Mistress and slave have had to squelch our more robust sexual activities, due to the close proximity of two daughters and one son-in-law.
Yesterday morning, as I slid out of bed to fix coffee for Mistress and myself, I discovered the son-in-law not far from the other side of our bedroom wall, reading a book by the fire in our "living room". So when I went back into bed with Mistress, we had the choice of either having our wake up sex with the radio on, or trying to stifle our natural enthusiasms and engage in stealth fucking.

The radio was the first option. But somehow doing it to the Grateful Dead and a 10 minute version of "Trucking" was not working for me. (I suppose Dark Star would have been more mood enhancing, but I didn't want to take the time to phone in the request).  So we kept things on the QT, Mistress whispering that she'd better not ride my cock because she gets too noisy when that happens.

So, we're enjoying the holidays, but also looking forward to the de-infestation of our cozy nest later in the week.

Hope all of you are enjoying your holidays too!

MIstress Closes in on Her Mountain Man

We had a very lovely Christmas here at our SW hideaway, with our two daughters and one son-in-law cluttering up the nest.  On Christmas Eve, we all headed out to the nearby Pueblo, for their annual ritual, that has been going on in its basic form for centuries, complete with blazing bonfires, costumed dancers and an amazing sunset. And frybread too.

After that, we had some friends over to share Mistress's mystical chili. On Christmas day, after the presents were opened (and after our wake-up sex), we headed up to the ski mountain to get in some turns under the cloudless blue sky before the holiday tourist rush arrives in earnest.

It was up there that Mistress finally got some in person charm from her "dream date", the local ski patrol guy who in his spare time has climbed Mt. Everest more than any other American. Mistress face book friended MM last spring, after we saw him give a slide show lecture on his adventures. So she's been cyber stalking him for nearly a year as he has gone from Everest to Kilimanjaro to Rainier these last few months. She knew that he was headed back from guiding a group in Antarctica this week, and shared a few conversations with him on facebook about when he'd be back on "our" mountain.

He even told her to "slap him up side the head" on the mountain (i.e. say hello) so he could meet her in person.  So it came as no surprise that Mistress and our daughter decided it would be nice to drop by the ski patrol hut at the top of the highest lift to "visit the rescue dogs".

Some pretext.

Sure enough, just as the two ladies stepped inside, Mistress found her MM, with the easy grin and smooth lines about dodging K-2 because in that part of the Himalayas the mountains are "too pointy and the drone strikes in Pakistan a little too close for comfort."

Fortunately, Mistress kept herself in relative check during their conversation, probably because our daughter was standing there. I even snapped a photo of the three of them, giving Mistress a chance for further facebook chat last night as she shared the photo with her MM and asked permission to post it. (Not on her sexblog, just on more conventional social media).

So it's fair to say that Mistress got a very nice Christmas gift in the fantasy fulfillment category.

We'll see if she can close the net a little further when we are back here solo next year!

Happy Holidays from Molly and Mick

Molly and Mick are enjoying the holidays here at our SW hideaway with two of four daughters and one son in law. It's a little more crowded than we typically like, but the holidays are for family right?  We do enjoy hearing the holiday tunes on our local radio station, including this one. It made us think of Tammy, Suzanne and her family in their family gathering.

Does Tammy still get to wear his more lacey undergarments with all that family around. And does Sherry get a fashion show when the other "in the dark" family members aren't looking?

Merry Christmas to all!

Banking Sex for the Holidays

Mistress and Slave made it safely to our SW hideaway just before sunset on Saturday evening. And with a houseful of daughters and a son in law jetting this way, we've had to take our sexual opportunities while we have them.

We had some hot and juicy sex in a Holiday Inn in Abilene KS Friday night, foregoing a dinner of fried chicken and blueberry pie at the family style restaurant next door, for a dip in the hot tub and some cock riding by mistress in our King Size bed. Somehow having torrid zex in Kansas seems all the hotter. I think Ike and Mamie would have blushed.

Then, on Saturday evening, we unpacked our provisions and headed to bed before heading out for dinner. But Mistress had a surprise:

"Go get the riding crop, Slave...."

I wasn't sure what had provoked Mistress's "wrath", but I knew not to ask that question.

Sure enough, Slave was on the receiving end of about ten sharp slashes with the leather crop tucked away in the closet for such occasions.

Afterwards, Mistress directed me to insert my "device" (the aneros), presumably because she was concerned that that long drive might make her work-a-day cock a little lacidasical. It turned out not to be something for her to be too concerned about.

This morning, before we headed up the ski mountain to take some turns on the bright sun, I "tortured" Mistress a bit with her favorite power tool.

Then, this afternoon, after enjoying some cold sunshine on the slopes, we did it all over again after a short nap at sunset.

But our privacy comes to an abrupt end late tonight when family invades the empty nest.

While there should be some opportunities for private time, my guess is Mistress will have to keep that crop parked for the next week or so..

Mistress Sets off Sex Tornado

Mistress and Slave are heading across Illinois now, bound for our SW hideaway. It's a two day trip, and we started early this morning. I took the first shift and Mistress is now behind the wheel. We have our mobile wifi humming and are hell bent for the Mississippi and beyond.

But the topic of today's blog is not the vast flatlands before we hit the front range tomorrow, but Mistress's afternoon delight yesterday as slave was putting in his last work day before the end of the year.

She and Jay had planned lunch, and I figured that's when Mistress would get her sexual appetites more completely satisfied for the day. But then she reported that their lunch date fell through because of a meeting Jay had to take. She seemed a little disappointed, stuck with only her work-a-day cock  through the holidays. The last thing I heard was that she was heading to a hair appointment, and I was going to pay my respects to my cranky, aging Mom before hitting the road.

At some point, as I was trying to furtively dispose of my mother's accumulated collection of old newspapers while she was otherwise engaged, I got a call from Mistress.

"Well Slave.... in case you are interested, I stopped by Jay's house after my hair appointment, and well.... let's just say Jay decribed it as a sex tornado."

Well, I was a little distracted by that, but my mother was shuffling back into the room, so I had to put that thought on hold, at least until I got home around 8:00 pm last night for a more complete debriefing.

"I was just planning to stop by to say good bye before we left.... but then, things got a little hot and heavy, Slave."

"I am not surprised, Mistress...."

"Jay seems to think you can't have sex unless you take about 2 hours, Slave..... but I've been trying to explain to him you can be a little more efficient than that...."

"We have perfected the art of the quickie, Mistress...."

Actually, you have to when you're dealing with kids and jobs and still want to have sex.... a lot of sex.

"So when he said he'd like to have sex, but there wasn't enough time until his son came home, I suggested we try something more expedited...."

"And how did that turn out, Mistress?"

"It was intense, Slave.... we did it all sorts of ways, standing, on the bed, him taking me from behind....and all in about 20 minutes...."

Bummer there was no videographer to take it all in for a slow mo replay.

Later, as Slave did some packing, Jay called Mistress for a little instant replay. She tastefully slipped out of the room to take his call in a little more privacy, but one could tell they were both reliving the highlights.

ANd later, as Slave did some post tornado worship, Mistress summed up Jay's reaction to her prescription for a more expedited encounter.

"He said it was epic....like he was in a zone, Slave.... comparing it to a day when he had about 6 birdies in a row on the gold course...."

I suppose that's a fitting comparison,  if you go for sports analogies. But I kind of liked the meteorological analogy myself.

One Reason to Welcome Cold Weather....

Mistress and slave are down to less than 24 hours before beginning our great end of year escape to our SW hideaway. We've been cramming lots of work and family activities into these last few days, almost at an exhausting pace.

On Tuesday and Wednesday, Mistress was locked up in some marathon meetings with a client, involving not only her Grand Dommish Mother but also that neighbor we've written about from time to time, who "discovered" that a certain sex blog he had been reading was authored by some sexually overactive suburban neighbors down the street.

Mistress and he must have had a little time for a private chat during these meetings....

"He says he's still reading the blog, Slave....."

Let's hope he's still enjoying our relatively mundane adventures.

And while its been unseasonably cold in River City over the last two weeks, there is one advantage:

Mistress had been in her sexyt tights and boots when dressed up for work, which always presses slave's buttons..

"An older black minister at my meeting came up to me and said I look like Bett Midler, Slave...."

"Is that a good thing?"

"That's what I asked him..... he said he always thought Bett Midler was hot...."

Well I said he was older, but I suppose it's good to know that "men of the cloth" find Mistress as appealing as I do.

In any event, Mistress did stop by the office late yesterday afternoon before we headed to yet another holiday reception. And after a long day of "brain storming", it was only natural that she would want some relaxation therapy.

In fact, it seemed to be the first thing on her mind when she stepped into my office.

Of course, I was happy to accommodate, sliding the chair against the door, and laying that absorbent blanket on the seat. She quickly wriggled one leg out of boot and tights and panties, giving her kneeling slave an all access pass to those immaculately clean shaven folds. And nibbling and sucking away for a  few minutes until she had her little late afternoon cum was realizing for me too, getting my mind off of some tedious document review I had been buried in for a few hours.

When the juices settled Mistress reassembled her wardrobe and I slid the chair back where it belonged, only to discover that my assistant had slid two letters I had dictated under my door while we were otherwise engaged.

Let's hope she was not listening too hard when she discovered her boss's door was inexplicably closed. And her discretion in not knocking makes me inclined to enhance her Christmas bonus.

Does Sex Make You Prettier?

How Having Sex Makes You Prettier

In lieu of actually blogging, I thought I would toss this out there: an article I noticed that describes how lots of sex can enhance one's outer attractiveness. And all of this seems to apply to my beloved Mistress, who is, even as I type, getting a nice beauty rest, though I am not sure whether her ability to sleep long and hard most nights has anything to do with the worship she received last evening in the executive suite here at UCTMW World HQ.

But how does this apply to guys, one has to wonder?
Well, it hasn't given me long and bushy hair. Slave's lid is increasingly sparse these days, which seems something that is inherited rather than keyed to my sex life.

But I do think I look relatively spry for a guy who just turned 63 otherwise. I am truly a pampered house Slave.

But how does this theory of sex related youthful appearance apply to you poor guys who's Mistresses subscribe to long periods of abstinence, maybe cock cage enforced?

Do you start to develop premature lines? Droopy skin? Hair loss? premature dementia?

Maybe someone needs to do a study.

Yuletide Blitzkrieg

Things have been quiet on these pages over the last few days because Mistress and Slave have been too harried to engage in much more than maintenance sex..... Slave even had an unscheduled abstinence day on Monday, what between Mistress having to wake up early for one of those crazy 8 am meetings that only old guys with no sex life schedule, and a busy daytime and evening schedule that got us home later than normal.

I suppose we were a little overoptimistic when we decided to take that long weekend at our SW hideaway, and then plan to head back there for the holidays  this coming Friday. That left us with about 11 days to finish up our year's work and cram in all those familial and social holiday rituals that are the cost of doing business for children, parents, grandparents, friends, etc. Over the weekend alone our older cute Co-Ed passed through the house before heading off for a holiday with a friend and her family to the South, and my daughter and cute grandsons came over for dinner and an early Christmas celebration.

So it seems like since last Tuesday we've been on an endless cycle of present wrapping, dinners, lunches, and work related meetings that won't end.

Yikes.

Luckily, Mistress was able to stop by my office yesterday afternoon, after she joined a luncheon I have each year for some of my long suffering clients. There was even time for her to wriggle one leg out of her black boots and tights so I could perform a bit of mid-afternoon worship, the door closed to my potentially nosy colleagues bustling up and down the hallway. With my head pressed between those firm thighs, it seemed to be the first moment of the day Slave could relax and contemplate what makes life special, rather than just hectic and crazy.

And as she sat in my office working on her computer as I caught up on some emails between social engagements, she also checked in with Jay. It seems they have a final "lunch" scheduled Thursday before we hit the road for our year end trip to the SW. 

I'm sure Jay will appreciate an appropriate holiday celebration with Mistress too.

Slave Put on Hold

Mistress and Slave did finally make it home after a long travel day on Monday, finally hitting the pillows back at the UCTMW World HQ at around 2 am on Tuesday morning.

So it should be no surprise that when Slave struggled out of bed to get to work a few short hours later, wake-up sex was not the first order of business. I figured I would let Mistress sleep in. And by the end of a long work day on Tuesday, the energy level was also a little low, though no so low that I forgot to worship Mistress's freshly shaven folds.  At least she deserved some attention by then.

Wednesday morning was a bit of a repeat. Slave was ready for some action before climbing into the shower, but Mistress was fast asleep when I came upstairs after soaking up some coffee.

I figured it would be rude to wake her. Later she called me at work to reassure me that she would have been happy to indulge her Slave's carnal needs.

"But you were asleep, Mistress.... It would have been like date rape or something...."

But what I had overlooked yesterday morning was that Mistress had arranged a lunch date with Jay, her back on again "side dish". Sure enough they ate out (down the street at a local chile joint) and then "ate in".... back here at the UCTMW World HQ.

"I wasn't sure he'd have time Slave..... but.... well, I think he missed me...."

No doubt.

All this action, combined with my "long" period of abstinence  had gotten Slave more anxious to climb into the sack with Mistress when I got home from work.  But there was more...

"our cute co-ed says she's coming home to drop some things off in 15 minutes, Slave.... so no sex just yet....."

Dang.

So instead of a Mistress starter, Slave was whipping up some gnocchi for the three of us last night.  But the filling dinner and a glass of red could not deter me once the little darling headed back to campus.

Mistress was very obliging, even though I have a feeling that an hour in bed with her athletic lover at lunch time probably had her a little tuckered out.

Now that is devotion.

Mistress and Slave Diverted

It seems that whenever Slave foolishly books our flights through Colorado there is a foul up.

I deserve to be punished, don't I.

On the way out there was a 6 hour delay due to a snow storm in Donkey land.

Then today, we were doing fine, heading to Colorado Springs. We even saw some beautiful wild horses, grazing at the side of the road. Maybe that was an omen that we should slow down and admire the beautiful views, the way those horses  were.

But as we approached Colorado Springs, the little automated voice for United kept calling that our flight from COS was delayed. By the time I turned on the rental car, it was so delayed that there was no way we were making our connection in Houston to River City.

Not to be deterred, I talked the United rep to book us on a direct flight out of Denver later this evening. But how to make that 92 mile trip to DIA?

I remembered that UCTMW Enterprises has a leased Hummer used by our western correspondent to suss out fast breaking stories of prurient interest to our world wide readership.

Mistress was immediately onto it via text with the WC/

Could he bring the UCTMW Hummer down I-25 to rescue us?  There was plenty of time.

But the news was not good.

As the WC tells the story, the UCTMW Hummer is in the shop being "detailed". Apparently a drum of his high end lubricant burst in the back seat during the recent cold snap.

"He says it's quite a mess, Slave."

No doubt. But that got me wondering ..... Why is UCTMW also paying for that heated garage for the Hummer if the sucker's parked out in sub-zero weather with a drum of overpriced lubricant? Late night at the ranch?

So we were forced to rent a car, and make our own way up I-25. Now we're waiting for another delayed flight, but at least no connection to make. If only all the shops weren't filled with all that PFM stuff!

Drone Fail

Here in the Land of Enchantment, Mistress and Slave have our "two - a - day" rhythm going, made easier by the fact that we skedaddled down from the mountain after only a few runs yesterday due to  subzero, windy, foggy conditions. Thankfully, the fire and other "pursuits" not requiring hand and foot warmers kept us more than engaged.

Then, in early evening, we headed down to our little "downtown" where the galleries and museums were lit by bon fires and farrolitos kicking off the holiday season. A light snow was falling, carolers were singing, and the scene created one of those idyllic  Christmas Eve panorama that makes you think of old Bing Crosby movies (at least if you are an old fart like me).

We didn't stay out too late. The snow was coming down in earnest by the time we pulled into our drive, and it is still falling. Should  be a good day on the slopes before we head home tomorrow.

I understand from Suzanne's blog that she and Tammy are headed to the Patriots game today, and she mentioned that Tammy will be wearing his CB for the occasion. Ouch. I hope he steers clear of the beer. My big concern about a cock cage at a sporting event is waiting in line to take a pee. He is certainly a better trained Slave than the old pampered one behind this keyboard.

And the WC? Sounds like his daughter declined the generous offer of tickets to today's Donkey Game in mile high city. So he's off to freeze his body parts off. Their was hope that Donna would get him one of those custom made "cock cozies" to prevent dickbite. Such a festive look too:

But alas, the delivery drone she had borrowed from Jeff Bezos and Amazon had an unanticipated problem:

Here's the thing about the drone, WC. 

While I worked out the weather situation, air speed, filed a flight plan, and arranged for careful packaging for your cock warmer, I neglected to consider the mental instability of the people living in this area. 

The drone hadn't even make it out of the county, when some local yokel blasted it out of the sky with his bazooka that he brought home from WWII. It fell from the sky leaving a flaming trail and caught a local evangelical church's Christmas tree lot on fire. The old gents minding the tree lot may have been imbibing a bit while trying to keep warm while standing outside waiting for people to stop and buy a tree. Their interpretation of events is that the Christmas star reappeared in the sky then fell in a blaze of glory to the grounds of their First Self-Righteous Church, marking their church the only true church on the planet. 

The yokel who shot the thing down isn't going to come forward because he's been warned before about shooting that bazooka, and I'm not saying anything since drones get bad press around here. I understand word of the wonder has spread, and the church is expecting record numbers of worshipers on Sunday morning for the blessing of the special "cloth arrow that points to the heavens" that was found in a silver (aluminum foil) container where the star blazed out. Did I forget to mention that I had placed a dildo in the cock warmer to help set it's shape...which might be described as rather arrow-like.

Sad to say, I can't knit another one fast enough to get it to you before the game. You'll just have to wrap things up and avoid drafts. 

With apologies,
Donna

Bummer WC. Hope you, the special occasion cock, and PFM all survive today's titanic struggle. 

Sheltering In Place

It's a very festive time of year here in our little hideaway. And although it's colder than normal (gee, thanks Sin for shipping that Canadian cold air in our direction) we've been enjoying some time together - between the sheets and elsewhere.

Last night there was an event in town where local businesses decorated and sold Christmas trees with profits going to local charities. We both like this one, put together by a funky local lingerie store, decorated with ceramic skulls and death masks -- sort of a goth Christmas. There was a funky dance band, and a skinny guy dressed in a Santa Suit taking some of the locals for a spin on the dance floor.

Mistress and one of our friends even flirted a bit with the local Mayor. As with most folks here, he is a jack of all trades: He sings in an Hispanic band, owns a radio station and a local bar, and even a music supply store.

How could we tell he was the Mayor? Well he had a jacket on that said so.

Of course, we didn't stay out too late. We had been out on the cold slopes, and spent some time in the sack through late afternoon. We needed to preserve our energy for another day on the mountain.

We woke a little early, indulged in some feisty wake-up sex, and discovered that the sun that had broken through yesterday at sunset was now hidden by another layer of snow clouds. settled down before the fire, eating breakfast, we debated whether to venture out.

Our sense of adventure overcame our good judgment and we ended up on the slopes at around 11 am. The wind was blowing, the snow falling, the air chilled with a cold fog obstructing what are normally stunning views. The lift operator confirmed it was minus 12 degrees as we slid into position for the ride up the mountain.

Dang.

We did make it through a few runs until our toes, fingers and faces began to numb up. (And never fear WC, Mistress's work-a-day cock was well protected from the perma-frosting).

The snow was nice, but then it's early in the season right? Plenty of turns left, and powder stashes to explore. So Mistress and Slave locked up their skis and turned tail and headed back to our little cabin.

The Keva fire place is now roaring. Mistress is spread out on the sofa with her kindle as Slave blogs this update, and we are wondering what the heck possessed us to venture out at all. I have a feeling we will soon be back in our bed, doing what a Mistress and her devoted slave are wont to do on a cold day in our empty nest.

Stay warm, compadres.

baby it's cold outside

Mistress and Slave are huddled up  out here at our Southwest Hideaway, where the Holiday spirit is on full display. When we pulled into our little town in the shadow of the Sangre de Christo Mountains Wednesday night the colorful lights on the old adobe buildings were shimmering in the cold mountain air. And through the day yesterday there was more snow to create a  winter wonderland scene straight out of Currier and Ives.

Yesterday we actually started this year's ski season in some fresh, fluffy powder, rather than the icy man made stuff that we are typically consigned to this early in the season. Though we are really only here for what amounts to a long weekend, we plan to make the most of the solitude: sex, skiing, some nice meals, and some pre-holiday celebrations.

We did here from the WC yesterday, who was whining that the cold weather will cramp his golf game and force him out into the frigid weather to catch his Donkeys this weekend. I'd make a joke here about tucking the Special Occasion Cock into one of those cock cozies that Donna knits, but that would just get Suzanne yanking our chain about the male obsession with frozen penises.

I hear the weather is turning nasty in River City and through the East this weekend - so use all depraved means available to stay warn and toasty!