New Year's Greetings From Our CEO

The Ol' Slave is  a little bleary eyed here at the UCTMW World HQ this New Year's Day morning. 

Our New Year's Eve consisted of a tranquil dinner with some friends, and a resolution to be in bed well before the big bright ball dropped. Consistent with those plans,  we had taken good care of our New Year's Eve sex by some gratifying  action  before leaving home at around 8 pm....

But....things got a little out of control as we settled into sleep, Mistress was still wearing those tricked out black tights of hers, and my dumb assed cock, sliding against her shapely ass, suddenly developed a mind of it's own.

"Press it into me, Slave", suddenly turned into "what is that back there, Slave.... are you getting hard for me."

I tried to play dumb, my brain telling me I was a little too tired and tipsy to do what my cock apparently considered to be on the agenda.  And it was certainly within Mistress's prerogative to pat it on it's little head, tell it to get some rest, and come back in the morning.  But, for reasons she will have to explain, Mistress was in the mood to take advantage of my weak and excitable flesh.

So what was going to be a good night's sleep turned into a marathon of  indulgence here in the Executive Suite, the details of which are as bleary as my morning head. 

I can recall Mistress using her molten lips to make sure I was suitable rigid for her, then riding my cock to several bed quaking cums. 

Then I was on top of her, getting oh so close when she stopped me at the edge....

"Get my hitachi, Slave.....I think I want that now...."

Arggh.

I fished it from its hiding place, and deployed it until Mistress was shuddering and sobbing with another mega-cum. But that only seemed to make her want her cock even more, and it seemed we fucked long into the night, with Slave in that "wanna cum, wanna stop, can't stop, can't cum" state of suspended sexual agony for what seemed like forever....

All of this crazy was fed by some strange fantasy we were both riffing on about a local restaurateur that has been flirting with Mistress lately. I won't go into the details, but it had to do with Mistress training him to be a suitable Slave.

Rest assured, at some point the agony / ecstasy cocktail finally spilled loose, with Slave begging for release, and Mistress giving her generous consent.

"Good way to start the New Year, Slave...."

I agreed of course. But the old line "that which does not kill you will make you stronger" also came to mind.

Now, here is the New Year's greeting Mistress wrote to share with all of you yesterday afternoon, before all this crazy started:

 

Happy New Year, Kinkster Family

As we cross into 2012, we celebrate our third New Year with UCTMW. (And bear with me, as this is a kind of a sappy and serious entry.) First, thanks to each of you for reading. Mick started this blog as a tribute to me and it has become part of this community in which we all exist. He rarely misses a day and I look forward to my morning read.

As you are each aware, I rarely write for UCTMW. I spend a large % of my workday writing and communicating. During my down time (except to Mick, kids and some special friends,) I tend to “shut down” the communications channels. Those of you who talk to Mick lots (Donna), know that I rarely make that phone appearance. I do adore you…just maxed at times.

We continue to enjoy the fun, play, banter and charge that is a result of this universe. On a real-life note, while Mick and I have been madly in love from May 1988 (and we did connect quickly – but I am that kind of action-oriented cuss—as some of you also know) and have had a highly healthy marriage (on all levels) – we did enter some challenged territory. Some in which he says we were never close to the edge – but I felt pretty off-balance.

We made some rash and necessary changes. I often have joked that we should really write a book about “how to save a marriage and why sex matters” and take it on tour. This would require our coming clean in public (and embarrassing our kids and parents) but frankly there is nothing that sounds more interesting to me.

It is true that Mick does not see others. If he has an itch – he is to ask my permission and then we will decide. I am ok with it as long as we are honest with one another. And it is true that I get to do whatever I want. Know though that (while I have exercised my rights) – I am careful and picky.

You have each – in your own sexy and smart ways – improved the quality of our lives. I am proud to be 48 and still at it  -- with little chance of stopping any time soon.

Remember that life is short and nothing is for sure. Enjoy and Happy New Year.

Love,

Molly

From the Desk of Our CEO

Rarely do I post. While I may have a “leadership role” in our bizarre little enterprise, this is Mick’s domain. Recent developments necessitate my words.

Donna and Bill are (far and away) two of the most real and warmest folks we have ever met. The Under Contract world led us to one another. I am certain that we will be lifelong friends.  If nothing else, our foray into the “sex” blog trade has introduced us to individuals who have positively impacted our lives. Donna and Bill personify that definition.

Now, WC, You know darn well how we feel about you and importantly that you have helped me tremendously. You too are a lifelong compadre. And yes, I do want to experience your massive special occasion cock. Bring it on!

Francoise, WOW! When Mick determined to find a “friend,” he found right with you. You have turned out to be more than we could have ever hoped for. You have provided across-the-board stimulation to us. I have dubbed you the sex fairy. Your prowess, wit, good taste and sense of adventure/pleasure is unrivaled.

With regard to sex readers, I know that it you come to read about sex…but that is the story for Mick to tell. I enjoy it immensely and the last four days have delivered more that I could have ever anticipated. It satisfied on all levels.

For me it is about connections, always has been. Intimacy is big with me and that is physical, mental, emotional and psychological. Mick is the love of my life – as the WC has told me again and again; Mick and I do have a great love affair.

Has it always been perfect? Heck no. We came together all of those year’s ago around sex and then had life to contend with. We raised four girls, worked ourselves to the bone, acquired too much real estate and other “stuff”, traveled well, made good friends and enjoyed each other (still do, always will) Or as a crazy Republican Campaign slogan in the late 60’s once ranted, “Now more than ever.”

I would not be the wife of Mick Collins if I lacked the ability to weave politics into each and every maneuver.

Table Stakes, readers. Table Stakes.

But our lives now (at this moment) are the best ever. And I am ever so grateful.

What all of you (and this blog) has provided us is the ability to live with unbridled sexual optimism. Candidly, it has redefined how I think about sex – while I have always loved it, we are operating on a whole new level.

Home cuming weekend provided laughter, fun and adventure. Yes, while I was fucking DD, we laughed – we are both really cock girls.

Where does this go? Who Knows? All I know is that it feels like happiness and that is a good thing.

Mick jokes that it takes a village to satisfy me – at any rate, I am liking this village.

Love,

Molly

PS

And I am sitting in a conference room at Mick’s office writing this …where his slightly dorky, but very earnest partner keeps stopping in to talk to me…we have joked before that he adores me. And I am laughing to myself. If he only knew. And being the slut that I am…I would be happy to apply my accumulated oral skills, because why not? I’m not into denial.

From the Desk of Our CEO

Mistress and Slave had a very busy day here at the UCTMW World HQ, including a rather impressive job that Mistress did deploying her strap-on on her Slave’s ass. When she was done, she lay there in peaceful repose, as captured on this photo. But before it was bedtime, she took it upon her self to take well manicured fingers to keyboard to share the following dispatch prompted by the back and forth in our comments section over the last few days:

To Our Devoted Followers and Staff:

It is rare that I write for our vast media enterprise.  My energies re: the written words are usually depleted with my day work. I leave this duty up to Mick.

I have noted that our sex blog seems to have morphed into one with political and sociological content. I suppose Mick and I are masters at discussing those topics that make most folks most uncomfortable: sex, politics, and religion.

 So, gang, this is supposed to be a sex blog – as of today we seem to be deep into a conversation about who does what best in which country and when it is appropriate to claim that so-and-so from somewhere does it best.

My comments:  men…you are all gifted in your own special and unique man sort of ways. While you may hail from widespread geographic locations, aside from some obvious dimensional, height or language differences, you are more similar than different from one- another.

I adore each and every one of you and what you to do me, with me, for me, and  For how you make me feel.

Some of you know that I have tried it with women, but I desperately crave that firm male touch among other things. I crave that firm hand, that rougher skin, that bulging member.

I aim for us to all be filled with harmony and love (can’t help it), I need all of you and your own special brand of Molly Collins adoration. Mick has turned me into a sex super hero on these pages and for that I am grateful.

The older I get the more I love it. Each experience, each compliment and each conquest.

Love,

Molly