And you know what that means..... even more time to engage in our wake-up sex rituals. Slave caught this photo of Mistress awaiting her slave's return to bed, and avid, skilled tongue.
And when the skies fill with dramatic thunderheads in late afternoon, its a good excuse to take shelter in our bed for some late afternoon napping and nookie.
Monday night we did leave the shelter of our old adobe home in order to take in some local musicians paying homage to the old blues legend Muddy Waters. Of course all those old Delta Blues ditties seem to focus on sex... usually the narrator has been done wrong, or maybe wants his lady to "rock him all night long...." But one old tune I had heard long before.... recorded by the Rolling Stones on one of their first albums ....revealed a theme I had not considered back in the late 1960's when the notion of "cuckolding" was not on my innocent "I Want to Hold Your Hand" radar screen. Check out the lyrics, particularly that last line:
Well I'm a king bee Buzzing around your hive Well I'm a king bee, baby Buzzing around your hive Yeah I can make honey baby Let me come inside Well I'm a king bee Want you to be my queen Well I'm a king bee, baby Want you to be my queen Together we can make honey The world has never seen Well, buzz a while... Sting it then... Well I'm a king bee Can buzz all night long Well I'm a king bee, baby Can buzz all night long Yeah I can buzz better baby When your man is gone ...
Of course, now Mistress and Slave get a naughty thrill when there's a king bee or two "buzzing around her hive". Last night over dinner, Mistress mentioned she has plans to spend a night with her lover Jay, who's son is out of town. We talked through various alibis she can use to explain her absence to our recent graduate, who will be populating the hive on our return.
I'm sure we'll come up with something. And at least it gives Mistress something to look forward to upon our return to River City!
