Unfortunate Personal Grooming Trend

Slave had been out a little later than I like on Thursday evening, leaving Mistress to her own devices. It was a dinner out with my two older daughters and two cute grandsons. Always fun, but it had dragged on a little too long after a hard work day.

So I was glad to slide into bed with Mistress. It was not long before my head was beneath the sheets, grazing on those sweetly fragrant clean shaven folds, until Mistress's quiver and moan of delight told me that my work there was done.

Then we both turned to the New York Times, with Slave reviewing the latest developments in DC and the Middle East, and Mistress paging through the style section. It was there Mistress found this article:

Below the Bikini Line - a Growing Trend, which reports on the waning of the waxing phenomenon in NYC and LA, where celebrities like Lady GaGa, Gweneth Paltrow and Cameron Diaz are now reporting that "the bush is back."  Some argue that the "Au Naturale" look is more mature and feminine. Others say that all that waxing and razoring is painful and irritating to tender places. To further document the trend, reference is made to this mannequin recently seen in a Manhattan American Apparel Store, in desperate need of a weedeater:

The article also mentions a photographer who had her Instagram account cancelled for posting this rather modest photo with her lady curls peeking out:

But here at the UCTMW World HQ, I am hoping that Mistress does not become a slave to this new fashion trend. With all the time I spend with my face planted firmly between her thighs, I much prefer the feel, flavor and navigational ease of the clean shaven look. And, at least to me,  it's certainly visually appealing too. Though I suspect that could vary depending on the package hidden beneath the fur.

I suppose a Slave's concerns are of secondary consideration though. If Mistress found it annoying or irritating to maintain that look, it would certainly be her prerogative to return her forest to its natural state. What standing would I have to complain?

But let's hope she resists the impulse to fall into line, and maintains her current status, which hides nothing from her admirers.  In fact, I'm wondering what her lover Jay has to say on the subject.

Maybe this is one of those times it's comforting to live here in the heartland. I am reminded of that comment, oft attributed to Mark Twain, that he'd prefer to be in River City when the world comes to an end "because it's always 20 years behind the times...." Let's hope the same applies to this new re-forestation trend.

River City Freeze Out

Well as warned, Mistress stuck by her "threat" to keep her Slave on lock down yesterday. After some stress relieving wake up sex with that hard steel cock ring in place, Mistress made sure I was locked up tight before I headed off to work yesterday morning.

"Your cock was particularly hard this morning Slave.... that ring does seem to make you a little more desperate to cum."

She's right about that I might add.

Adding insult to my "cruel fate", it was sub zero here yesterday morning when I went out to start my car. We've been on a Cold snap that has closed schools for three days in a row here. 

"What if that steel cage has the same characteristics as a frozen steel pipe when you stick your tongue to it, Mistress?"

"Ugh. that wouldn't be good would it, Slave...."

Of course, she did not fall for that line, since the cage was at room temperature, at least for now.

Mistress did arrange to have lunch with her Slave at a local Vietnamese spot, though we met out of the office, so there was no opportunity for worship. Then she was off for the rest of the afternoon, which ended with her rendezvous with her lover, Jay, who had been relieved of child care duties for just a few days.

She made sure to text me when she was off, then later when they headed out for dinner.

"I hid the key, Slave....."

Drat. There went my plan to pop that hard steel cage off when I got home.

Not that I would abuse my privileges.  I am a stickler for that "no touch" rule, after all.


Slave was stuck going to some boring political fundraiser downtown, trundling through the cold, a little concerned that my cage's temperature might drop to an uncomfortable level. But I doubt the boring lawyers and Judges I had to chat up for an hour or so had any idea that the guy they were talking to was on lock down, so to speak.  (If they had, maybe it would be considered as a new sentencing alternative for certain categories of offenders).

Once home, my evening was rather dull, reading the paper and catching up on some TV episodes in the DVR bank. And Mistress did not exercise her "sleepover" option, getting home at around 10:45 pm, looking relaxed, if a little tired.

She only shared a few details.

"He likes to do me with him standing up and me on the bed Slave.... he's been working out, so it's all very.... physical.  .... And I did a lot of cock riding too....."

"Lots of cums, Mistress?"

"Oh yes, Slave.... lots."

No wonder than Mistress had her fill for the evening. And she keep her tights on, because of the cold, so there was no tasting opportunity. But she was very kind to spring me from that cage. At least it was warm inside, so no parts adhered once she produced the key and unlocked me.

And I have a good feeling she will be more indulgent this morning when I wake her from her well earned slumber.

Back in the Cage

With our cute Co-Eds finally back on campus, Mistress seems determined to throw off the shackles of restraint and get back to a more rigorous sexual regime here at the UCTMW World HQ.

Slave had a very early meeting yesterday morning, which eliminated our chance for our usual wake-up sex, but Mistress did stop by my office after her lunch meeting, all dolled up in those hot black tights and boots for some mid-day worship.  It was particularly cold here yesterday, so the tights and boots were not just fashion statements.  Hopefully, she came away satisfied after the energy expended wriggling out of one leg to make her clean shaven folds available to my hungry lips and tongue.

Then, last night, she reminded be that it would be a cage day today for me, since she will be "out late". Jay's son is away for a few days, giving them a rare chance for dinner and a carnal desert back at his house.

"I don't want you getting tempted into trouble while I am out Slave."

Moi? trouble? I guess she's skeptical about my adherence to the no touch rule.

So despite this sub-zero weather, Slave has that hard steel cock ring on already this morning, which should provide Mistress with a little extra thrill when I slide back between the sheets at the appointed hour for me to wake her up this morning.

Free at Last

At about 6 am this morning, we finally dropped off our beloved cute Co-ed off at the airport for her return to campus. The interminable winter break is finally over, and Mistress and Slave have their empty nest back.

We wasted no time - dedicating our day to connubial bliss in all it's forms. Back in bed before the sun ever came up, we snoozed a bit, indulged in some play with Mistress's favorite power tool, read the papers, etc.

Mistress whipped up some breakfast for just the two of us, then we headed to the gym for a mid-day workout. The exercise got us in the mood for a little more time in the sack. And a second round of sex after a little late afternoon nap.

Without our cute Co-Eds around there was no whining about the dim candlelight of our dinner for two. Or the fact that Mistress wore one of her more revealing nighties to the dinner table.

Things are definitely looking up. 

The great white north whine

It's yet another snow day here in River City. On a typical Saturday it would be a great excuse to stay home, tangled in sheets, forcing yet more cums from my beloved Mistress.

Instead I am out in the cold having played taxi driver for our whiny daughter to her hair cut appointment. 

Of course she bitched the whole way about me not turning over the keys in this storm.
Favorite line:

"When I get in an accident with my children because I don't know how to drive in the snow it will be your fault!"

And "I wish I was going back to school today. All my friends are there already". 

You mean that was an option?

Instead, we'll be driving her to the airport at 5:30 am tomorrow morning.

Donna, time for that "happy dance" you talk about.

Important Scientific Breakthrough

Here at the UCTMW World HQ we are at our wits' end.

We are now into our 6th week of "Winter Break" for our two cute Co-Eds filling our dishwasher, clogging our washing machine and dryer, demanding meals at their particular feeding times, and soaking up band width on our wifi with constant streaming videos and downloading of who knows what. 

When you pay exorbitant fees for dorm rooms and off-campus apartments, no one warns you that the "breaks" actually add up to more days than these campuses are actually in session.

Worst of all, all this family togetherness is definitely cramping Mistress and Slave's style. No time for pre-dinner worship when someone is saying "I'm hungry" the minute Slave drags his droopy old ass home from the office. No lounging about the couch semi-nude for Mistress, so I can coax her to a lazy cum while we catch up on old TV episodes.  And certainly no lunch time visits by Mistress's lover Jay for a quick bite and snog.

Allegedly the ladies of leisure both start class again on Monday, though they are already lobbying for travel arrangements for spring breaks that seems just over the horizon. Maybe we need to move out this spring and not leave a forwarding address?

In any event, I did want to mention a new product and APP on the market that our readers and staff may want to try out.  It's written up here:  creepy new porn app.

We've all read about Google Glass: the computer disguised as eye glasses that allow you to peruse the internet with only the benefit of a tiny headset. Well I suppose it was inevitable that the porn industry would be one of the early adapters of this new technology.

The new app allows partners having sex to see the dirty deed from the perspective of one another. In other words, while I am fucking Mistress, I get to see me fuck her through her eyes, and vice, versa.

This brings a whole new meaning to the phrase "Go fuck yourself", doesn't it. I mean, you actually can, at least virtually, with this new tool.

Of course, that raises the question: what sort of narcissist would want to watch themselves being fucked, when they can watch their partner in real time. Would it turn me on to watch a balding, kind of chunky 63 year old white guy fuck me, when, in fact I have a hot and shapely babe to look at in real life. Uhhh, no.

I can see why this might have some appeal to our Western Correspondent though. He spends so much time working his special occasion cock, all lathered up with that high end lubricant it might give him some extra perspective if he could mount Google glass on its tip. Or better yet, if he could persuade B to give him a blow job (maybe if the Donkeys win the Super Bowl?) she could wear the glasses and he would get a bird's eye view of the big unit about to explode. Mt. St. Helen's would likely seem an ant hill by comparison.

And think of the potential use for those who get their buttons pushed by the cuckold dynamic. What if Mistress is being fucked by her alpha lover, Slave is toiling away at his office, but I can check out the action because both of them are wearing the Google glass, allowing me to toggle back and forth for their different perspective. Watching your wife get it from another guy would never be the same, would it?

On His Knees

Mistress and Slave had some time over the weekend to "catch up", with some nice two-a-day sex on Saturday, and some play with her favorite power tool on Sunday morning. Though she was a little reluctant to get on top and ride the work-a-day cock.

"My body is still pretty sore from all that action with Jay on Friday, Slave."

Well it was certainly mot my position to complain. Mistress deserves a little extra working of those Ab, thigh and ass muscles from her younger lover from time to time. And that requires a little body recovery time afterwards.

Speaking of a need for recovery time: Mr. Glamor Boy, aka Tom Brady of the New England Patriots, has an entire off-season to recover from his mistreatment by the boys in orange yesterday. Our Western Correspondent was in the stands with his sometimes ass fucking wife B to watch PFM get a little vengeance for his prior meltdowns against the Patriots and Brady. And with all the chain yanking that Glamor Boy gets from his super model wife, you have to admit he looks like a natural on his knees in this photo.

But now that her team has been eliminated, maybe Suzanne over at All Mine can come out of hiding, with or without Bob Kraft's Super Bowl ring. We did get a furtive email from her yesterday, possibly from some distant gulag, where she claimed it was 1 degrees and the game was not to be found on TV.

Suzanne, that's a long way to go to dodge a wager on your favorite closeted submissive QB!

Mistress's New "F & F" Weight Loss Regime

With the new year, Mistress resolved to embark on a weight loss crusade.

"You look beautiful to me, Mistress", was my natural response. But she has an overly  critical eye when looking in the mirror and decided it was time to shed a few pounds. She found some diet involving "fasting" two days each week, limiting oneself to a crazily low calorie count.

But  yesterday she put a new twist on it: the "fast and fuck diet".

First there was the traditional wake-up sex here at the UCTMW World HQ. Quick but oh so delicious as far as your humble slave was concerned. It got me out the door with a snap to my step, despite the grim gray skies and scattered snow showers.

But with Mistress on a more flexible work schedule these days, she had scheduled a special lunch break with her lover, Jay.

Jay has sole custody of a rather rambunctious child, so it's been hard for them to schedule evenings alone. And with the long holiday break, they'd really no been able to get together for a while. So at around 11:30 am Mistress called to say she was headed over to Jay's house, and she was off my radar screen until around 2:30 or so.

When she called you could tell from the tone of her voice that she'd had a busy lunch break.

"He made me one of his own high energy low fat shakes Slave.... then, well we just fucked for about two hours...."

At home last evening, before we headed for the airport to pick up our junior cute Co-Ed who had been on a trip overseas during her break, I engaged a little post cuckold worship, bathing those well used clean shaven folds with my lips and tongue while Mistress went into a little more detail about her afternoon.

"It was one of those Jay fucking marathons, Slave.... we did it in just about every position: him on top, me on top, him from behind.....he's really the best of all those guys I've tried out....."

"Ummmm..... well that's fortunate then Mistress....."

"Afterwards he said 'why don't we do this more often', I just looked at him like..... no one's stopping you....."

Sounds like Jay also shares my opinion about whether Mistress should lose some weight:

"He says he doesn't know how he feels about me being much smaller than I am.... particularly my breasts, Slave...."

"That would be a shame, Mistress."

 Mistress did not indulge her Slave's work-a-day cock last night. It seemed she had plenty of exercise and her parts probably needed a rest after the gentle cum I gave her with my worship.

"My thighs are sore, Slave", she mentioned when we arrived at the airport.

"No doubt".

But I think she'll be ready for me this morning. After she checks the scales to see how that whole "fast and fuck" regime worked out.

Internationally Famous Domme and Sports Wagerer Goes Convenieintly Missing?

This weekend brings the penultimate encounters of the seemingly endless NFL season. And the marquee affair is one of a long and storied series of match-ups between Peyton Manning, now of the Denver Broncos and Tom Brady, who has stuck with the New England Patriots through his career.

Manning, in the twilight of his career, has once again given his team a record setting regular season. He's one of those good-old-boy types from a deep red state, but now  presents himself more like a stock broker panhandling for high net worth clients, than some cracker from Mississippi. He's very button down in those  post game press conferences, like he's rehearsing for a career as Governor of Nebraska. Was this the same guy who appeared as a cut up on Saturday Night Live early in his career? The trouble is that in the post-season, he has tended to flinch, under-performing when the games count the most.

On the other hand, Tom Brady, who came to the Pats by way of Michigan as a late round draft choice, has cultivated the glamor boy look, particularly after he hooked up with that super model, who seems to keep him on a very short leash. The way he stands tall in the pocket makes you think she sometimes forgets to remove the butt plug or cock cage before game time. Tom is more often seen in a tux, with that spikey hair coif than in his sweats at practice.But he does seem to peak at the right time, taking his team farther and deeper in the pay-offs on a consistent basis than any of his contemporaries.

Yeah, I know, they are just jocks. Why write about them in some sex blog, Mick?

Well my point is that two of the "friends of UCTMW", Suzanne over at All Mine, and our underproductive Western Correspondent, have some skin in this game. The WC is a die hard "Donkeys" fan, convinced that "PFM" is the 2nd coming of John Elway and will return his team to the promised land. While Suzanne has a soft spot for her Patriots, and probably would like sloppy seconds with Mr. Glamour Boy when Giselle is done with her pre-game ass fucking.

In light of these competitive interests, one would think there could be constructed a colorful cross-blog wager over the outcome of this weekend's mammoth struggle, right?  Maybe some surrogate 'back channel" take downs involving Mike or Suzanne? Or how about Suzanne's lover Jay being the "butt boy" for a change.... he has the season tix right? What if he and Tammy trade places for a week, with Jay in the cock cage doing the fluffing, should the mighty Brady strike out.

It had such great potential.

But then something mysterious happened. Suddenly Suzanne and  ALL Mine went dark this week. Right in the middle of the play-offs.

Is she on some secret mission: maybe accompanying her former Senator, John Kerry to the Middle East to give Syrian President Assad a taste of what he's missing to induce him into exile?

Or could she be on an undercover mission to Moscow, hoping to retrieve Bob Kraft's Super Bowl ring from President Putin. They say he's going a little soft, releasing Pussy Riot and all. Maybe Suzanne brought Big Blackie along to REALLY bring out Vladdy's feminine side?

On the other hand, maybe Suzanne is just dodging the bet, her confidence in the outcome and Mr. Glamor Boy fading. PFM's win over the weekend, after three consecutive play-off busts, suggests he may have overcome his post-season jitters. And the last  time Glamour Boy faced a Manning in the Super Bowl - little brother Eli - well it didn't turn out so well for the Patriots.

Are you hiding from us Suzanne?

What Makes Mistress Blush?

Yesterday Mistress had her annual checkup with her "Lady Parts" Doctor. I guess I wasn't thinking much about the types of questions a female patient is supposed to answer for this little exercise, until she tected me the following photo and a question:

"So how many sexual partners should I say I had in the last year, Slave?"

Well, I did my own quick calculation and came up with three: Me, Jay and Mr. Perfect Cock, who made a cameo re-appearance here back in the summer as I recall. Was there someone else I was missing?

I dutifully responded with, "three if I'm counting right, Mistress".

But when I got home, she confessed that she had only listed one.... Was she a little too embarrassed to confess to her MD that she had a few "side dishes" during the year? Did she expect the MD would cross examine her about making her husband a cuckold?

So how do all you other Dommes with the right to exercise your sexual freedom out there handle these intimate questions? 

(I told her that if you can't be honest with your MD, who can you tell the truth to? But I suppose we all fudge a bit, don't we?)

She did send me another photo from the MD's office once the questionaire was all filled out:

"Fancy stirrups, Slave".

You can even see what appear to be Mistress's black cowboy boots and her undies on the floor.  It made me think that a device like that would be nice to add to my office. It would save some wear and tear on this aging slave's knees when it came time for office worship.

I wonder if my colleague's would notice if I had that sort of furniture delivered? Or could I get some sort of "Transformer" set up that would convert a simple chair into a full gynecological exam table with a few flicks of my wrist? Maybe I'll check EBay.

Dear Molly and Mick.....

Every now and then, Mistress and Slave contemplate writing a book or doing a more mainstream “how to” column or radio show that would share our “wit and wisdom” on how to maintain a vivid and fulfilling sex life. Why don’t we? Well maybe it’s because unveiling our “Mick and Molly” personas to the world would be excruciatingly embarrassing to our kids, or compromise our everyday work lives. Or maybe we’re just too busy having sex.

But then you read something like this in the Washington Post’s “Dear Prudence” column, and you realize there is a crying need our there for our common sense!

Dear Prudence, I'm a woman in my late twenties who's been married to a wonderful man that I'm very sexually attracted to for a few years. We don't have children - yet - but we do have careers, a house, pets, and lots of great friends and fulfilling activities that fill our days. However, our sexual life seems to be somewhat lacking. I enjoy sex when we have it, which is probably around once every two weeks. I tend not to be the instigator and often use the "I'm tired" excuse. I worry that I'm not fulfilling him sexually, even though we've talked about it and we both understand the realities of working full time and try to set aside time when we can. Other than this, we're very happy together. Do you have any tips on how I can feel more gung-ho about sex? How much sex should two happy, healthy people in love be having? Sincerely, Wannabe Sexual Goddess

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January 09, 2014 3:19 PM

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Emily Yoffe :

Normally, two twentysomethings who are attracted to each find they have to carve out some time from their sex life to attend to work, pets, and other obligations, not the other way around. If your "fulfilling activities" make you too tired to have a more robust sex life with your husband, then cut back on the luge classes.  The good news is that you like sex when you have it, the bad news is that you have it about 24 times a year, which is quite wan for childless people your age. It would be one thing if your Sex Point Average was exactly where you two wanted to be, but you acknowledge you're pushing your husband away with the lamest of excuses. So bring this up with him. Tell him you want to be more connected and adventuresome sexually. Say that initiating is not your style, but that maybe you two need to have appointment sex. Sure, that doesn't sound sexy, but having sex is sexy, so note it in your calendars. You make time for friends and animals, so set aside one night during the work week and one day on the weekend for just the two of you. You like it when you do it, so that should be a good incentive to do it more.

Well, al least “Prudence” did not tell “Wannabe” that two times a month was par for the course…. But it seems some more straight forward advice was in order. Here’s how M & M might handle this letter:

Dear Wannabe:

Let’s get this straight, aspiring sex goddess: No kids. Healthy. 20 something. And you claim you get around to some nookie about twice a month (which means it’s actually more like once every 3 weeks or so,  unless the House Wives of Paducah is on?) We hope you realize that prisoners at the Mississippi State Pen have more frequent conjugal visits than that, honey. 2 times is the average Saturday here in the M & M household, and Mick is counting the days until he can sign up for Medicare.

Does your husband really take at face value the “too tired” line? Our bet is that he is spending a lot of otherwise disposable income on high end lubricant. Maybe we can connect him with our Western Correspondent. Together they might qualify for a group discount.

Our recommendation is a sex boot camp: whether on a weekend or during your next holiday from your careers and those other “fulfilling activities”  you use as an excuse to stay out of each other’s pants.  Make it your objective to see exactly how many times you can do it in just one day. Believe Mick, it won’t be easier to do that 10 or 20 years from now.

No TV. No Sunday brunch with all your urbanista friends. No trips to Target where they will let some Russian hacker steal your credit card number.  Just sex, with a little nourishment or a nap thrown in from time to time to keep your energy up. Since M & M lean to the kinky side, how about tossing in a leather collar around your neck, locked to a teather that will let you get no farther than the bed and the little girl’s room.  Let’s see how your hubbie reacts to that.

Once you realize that it’s quite possible for you 20 somethings to do it 4, 5 maybe even 8 times in one day, then it will become apparent that your calendar has a lot more time for fucking than you previously thought.

M & M

Re-Immersion in River City

Mistress and Slave have desperately sought to get our noses back to the grind stone here this week with a positive attitude. But it's not been so easy. There was a nasty cold wave to deal with, and petulant, needy clients who apparently were wondering if we ever were coming back.

Makes us wish we had stayed in our SW hideaway, where the sun has been out ever since we left.

Not only did our sexcapades take a hit from re-adjusting to work and the time change, but our lovely cute Co-Ed has been around most of the week, on her endless winter break.

But things took a turn for the better yesterday. She decided to head back to her campus for the weekend (there must be some frat boy distracting her up there), and we finally seem to have caught up on sleep.

Not only did we have some bracing wake-up sex here on Friday morning, but Mistress also stopped by my office later in the afternoon for a little closed door "tide her over" treatment.  Since it's tights season, I got to watch her slide off one of those sexy black boots and wriggle out of one leg, before she could expose the clean shaven folds that make her Slave get so anxious to serve.

It's always a refreshing break from office drudgery to fall to my knees and use my lips and tongue to please her.

Yum.

And now we have a weekend that should give us a little more time than we've had this week to loll about and indulge.

Things definitely are looking up.

Our Western Correspondent Turns Consumer Reporter

 Slave was slaving away at work yesterday afternoon, wading through some especially tedious documents, when my text message bling went off.

It was our Western Correspondent, texting me images of some new products now available over the counter in his hometown, Here's one:

Apparently this is some sort of chewable marijuana confection, made to order for the guy who wants a quick buzz on his way to the grocery store, but doesn't want that tell tale smell in the family mini-van to annoy his wife or shock his kids.

There were also photos of the evil weed in it's more natural state. Miguel assured me that it "wasn't cheap, but it is killer bud!" (coma added by your editor).

I suppose it would have been rude of me to ask whether this "killer bud" was paid for via the UCTMW charge card. At least our readers deserve a more detailed analysis, WC! Let's hope for the WC's sake that Phillip Rivers and his crew stop by one of these little shops before game time against the WC's donkeys this weekend.

In the meantime, Mistress and Slave are back here in River City, noses to the grindstone. Plus, our senior cute Co-Ed remains in residence for the next few weeks. Since she sleeps in, it did not disturb our much needed wake up sex on Tuesday morning. And there was even a bit of a bonus for me.

When I got home, Mistress was a little annoyed at me.... I think it had something to do with her perception that I was a little too focused on work these last two days and did not "miss her enough", despite my protestations to the contrary.

"You need a spanking, Slave...."

"But Mistress.... with our lovely daughter here?  She would here the nasty smack and my howls of pain!" (yeah I was laying it on a little thick.)

"You're probably right .... but she can't be here all the time....."

So I guess Slave has something to look forward to if the cute Co-Ed ever decides to venture out into the cold this week on her own.

An Inhospitable Homecoming.

So Mistress and her drive-like-a- madman Slave did our 23 hour drive back to River City over a day and one half, only to discover rather unwelcoming circumstances greeting us here in River City.

First, Slave mistakenly used our early arrival home to  waste an afternoon watching our local pussycats go through their typical post-season meltdown against the Bolts. So much for home field advantage. Next year I'll be rooting for a post season away game, so that I can turn the TV off without having to drive to and fro and pay $8.50 for a beer.

In this instance, it would have been nice if the home team had let us know in advance they had no plans of actually showing up in the 2nd half. That would have spared all of us the rain soaking we endured. And I could have gotten a head start on re-reading the Book of Job, which has special meaning to Pussycat fans.

Then, after River City's post season hopes were washed away, the Arctic Vortex took it's turn to kick our asses further. It was about 0 degrees this am when Mistress had to go to that early Monday morning meeting. So not only were we denied our wake-up sex consolation prize, but we had to endure deep freeze conditions heading off to work, still on our Mountain Time shift daze.

It made us wish we had decided that "car trouble" prevented us from leaving our SW hideaway for a few more weeks, where the sun remains out and the ski slopes are much less crowded now that the holidays are over.

And why couldn't that cold front have slid into town 12 hours earlier? Instead the lads from San Diego had relatively balmy weather to avenge their freezer bowl loss to the Pussycats back in the 1980's.

I guess that leaves the sex blog NFL playoff wagering field clear for the possible confrontation between Miguel's Donkeys and Suzanne's Patsies in two weeks time.

I'm hoping for a mile high blizzard for that one. I wonder if Giselle has a special cock cage for Glamour Boy Brady when temperatures dip below 10 of so?

Free at Last (For a While).

Slave finally dumped his lovely older daughter and son-in-law at the airport yesterday. It was nice to spend time with both of them, but it seemed like a very long visit, that denied Mistress her normal freedom to roam the house au natural, and for both of us to engage in the freedom we typically enjoy to take liberties with one another.

When I arrived home, Mistress was sitting in the blazing sun on our front "portal", doing some work, then greeted me in the driveway.

As you can imagine it did not take us long to shed our clothes, fall into one another's arms and take all those misplaced liberties. Use 'em or lose 'em!

Unfortunately our liberty will not last long. With bad weather hurtling our way, and about 1300 miles to cover back to River City, we may have to get our asses in gear a little more quickly than we had originally  planned. And there we will find one of out cute Co-Eds, who has one of those ridiculously long winter breaks that will extend until just about the end of the month.

What's with these colleges..... they seem to have more breaks and recesses than actual school days during the year. What are aging depraved parents supposed to do?

Happy New Year from Molly and mick

New Year's Eve was especially nice here as the days wind down on our SW holidays: skiing in the morning. lunch outside on the slopes in warming sunshine, and then a long nap to rest up for the celebration. We even got in some hot late afternoon sex, covered up by some music on the CD player in our bedroom as the newly wed couple took their own "nap". Let's hope they used it to the same good purpose as these old codgers did!

Mick had cunningly persuaded my daughter and her husband that this would be a "date night" for both couples: I handed over the car keys so they could dine out in town while we would walk down the street in the high desert darkness to enjoy our own solo dinner at a local eatery.

Better yet, they left about 90 minutes before our reservation, finally giving Molly free range of the house in something much less than her modest shin length robe.  I caught her inspecting our little Christmas tree in some of the new undies I gifted her for the holidays.

Ahhh. Free at last.

After dinner we found the youngsters back at the cabin, watching an old movie. They turned down our offer to take them out for a little New Year's eve rock and roll. But that did not suppress us old farts! We even made it as late as New Year's in Chicago! But we kept one tradition alive: by midnight mountain time you could find us safely cuddled up together in our bed. The best way to kick off a new yeat!

Hope all of our readers enjoyed their holidays too, and best wishes for a safe, sane and sexy 2014!