Snow Day

Mistress and slave had the best of intentions on Thursday morning when it came to the great outdoors. After our morning wake up sex, we suited up and hopped in the Subaru for the 20 minute drive up the mountain to the local ski area.

BUT.....an approaching storm and the high winds associated with it had shut all but the beginner lifts. Something about the wind blowing the chairs into the towers, and then detaching?  Not a great way to (literally) "hit the slopes".

What to do? we were not inclined to stick around on the odd chance that the winds would subside later in the day.  Not when we had a cozy adobe cottage to retreat to, with a fireplace or to to provide us solace.

So our unscheduled snow day featured a walk down to a local "cantina" for a burrito / tamale lunch.

And plenty of time in bed.

Our afternoon session featured some extended cock riding by Mistress, and some bonus cums delivered by slaves avid tongue.  We were too lazy to even go out for dinner, so slave whipped up some gnnochi and we caught up on some stockpiled TV episodes.  Not a bad way to spend an aborted ski day.

BTW, for those of you wondering about the conclusion of Mistress's "interview" on Wednesday night....it was a bust.   Things wound up after about an hour, and the subject was kind enough to pick up the tab on my beer.  But......

"Ugh. Slave.  He was very hard to talk to.   Not too interested in me.  Lots of talk about himself...."

Who needs a guy not willing to learn more about Mistress?

"And he seemed a lot older than advertised....."

"You have to wonder about guys who lie about their age.....like you aren't going to find out about it sooner or later....."

Clearly, no chemistry.

"So how did you leave it with him, Mistress?"

"I guess it was an "I'll get back to you' sort of conclusion. But obviously no comittment to get together again...."

It fell upon Mistress's corresponding secretary to deal with this bust.  In response to his Thursday morning email gushing about how much fun it was to meet, and suggesting another get together soon, I had to send the "sorry, Charlie. But there's no chemistry here" response.  Another prospect bites the dust.

But there is this rather macho looking author we met on a chair lift earlier in the week.

More on that later.