Mistress had a “date”
Saturday evening with her long time crush – a guy who’s summited Everest,
Dinali (aka McKinley) and a batch of other peaks around the world. When he’s
not gallivanting around the world, he’s tossing explosives to trigger
avalanches before the slopes open to mere mortals, as part of the ski patrol at our local ski resort. We’ve called him
Mountain Man (MM) here over the last few years.
He’s the peak that Mistress
would love to bag in her fantasy life. And we all need fantasies, don’t we?
But was it really the “date”
she had in mind? Not really. For
one, her slave was along to chaperone. Hard to flirt with me sitting at the
table at a local watering hole, slipping a beer. Though hardly impossible.
And there was a legitimate
reason for our meeting with MM. In September we are joining a group to climb
Kilimanjaro, and MM is our guide. (Of course, it’s no coincidence that Mistress
made sure we signed up for this particular expedition, is it?)
So Mistress reached out to MM
to arrange a time to talk over training, equipment and what to expect on the
trail to the top.
Of course, “Kili” is a walk
in the park for MM. Sure it’s a jaunt up to 20,0000 feet. But (they say) it’s a relatively easy
stroll if you can handle the altitude and all those hours and days on your
tootsies. There are lots of bearers and other staff to lighten the load and
prepare meals. We just have to show up and endure.
Flirting is optional.
Mistress did a little of that
over our drinks with MM. She avidly shared a few climbing stories from her
youth that seemed to get MM’s attention. I could detect the glow in her eyes as
she and he discussed some mutual friends from her days climbing Mt. Ranier,
where MM has guided over the years.
Has she planted some seeds that could sprout in the months to come? We shall see. But it’s definitely a
long term project that I do not think Mistress is prepared to abandon just
yet. At least it might keep her on
simmer through our adventure in September!
In the meantime, there is
some frustration in our efforts to find her a local “side-dish” here in the
high desert now that we plan to spend much more time here. AM has been a bust.
Too few fish in the arid, higher altitude pond here. Mostly guys looking to
cheat on their wives, which Mistress does not find appealing. But apparently she’s not the only one
with a problem when it comes to looking for some relaxed, unencumbered
sex.
In yesterday’s Washington
Post, there was an article by a late 30’s woman titled “I Want A Lover Not a Boyfriend, describing her frustration in finding a "Mr. Right Now" who is happy
to provide some sexual attention without the trappings of a traditional
“relationship”:
“I’m not looking for a “boyfriend” or a “husband.”
I want a lover. I want to have consistently good sex with someone I like and
respect, who likes and respects me, without the trappings of domesticity. That
might change. Might not. But in this moment of my life, when I’m juggling
projects and co-parenting, I simply want good sex on a regular basis with a side
of good conversation, the occasional out-of-bed adventure and special-occasion
date.”
She describes how single guys
actually get insecure when they learn she’s not looking for someone to “put a
ring on it”.
So maybe this “first world problem”
is not as uncommon as one might tend to think.
Kilimanjaro? Congratulations! That's sure to be an excellent adventure whether Mistress achieves the ultimate climax she is hoping for, or not.
ReplyDeleteI totally agree with the idea of “I Want A Lover Not a Boyfriend". I have been having adventures here in Western NC, although I would need to change those words to "I want a Dom and lover, not a boyfriend or husband. And no married men need apply!"
So the adventure continues! Hemingway would be proud.
ReplyDeleteMick,
ReplyDeleteYou might become the first cuckold to climb Kilimanjaro, get cuckolded on the way up, the way down and come back to write about it on a sex blog.
Such a scene would be highly unlikely to take place with Diane, unless there's a Marriott on the trail somewhere.
sissy terri