We've had a festive few days here in River City. No snow, but a night at a local jazz club with a holiday show was enough to stoke the Christmas mood. Without kids at home, we are too lazy to do the whole decorated tree thing....but a few lights on a large house plant and "fest".
We even snuck in a "double header" yesterday, with our afternoon foray featuring some robust and satisfying cock riding by Mistress.
The timing was just right.....it had been cold here the last few days. And the UCTMW World HQ is a tad drafty when temperatures get below 25 F.
"No cock riding if I have to shed the covers, slave...."
But after a busy day - me with the cute grand kids and Mistress with the dowager domme - the weather suddenly warmed up, giving Mistress a window of opportunity to take a ride on her slave's work-a-day cock. You have to take your opportunities when you get them!
Speaking of which, on Friday night there was one missed opportunity.
We met one of Mistress's old high school friends at a downtown cocktail lounge for a few beverages and some chit chat. Mistress was all decked out in her tights, which gave slave a good show as she say across from me on a cozy couch. I even was asked to take a photo of the two of them, giving me cover for one of those "tights shots" I enjoy.
When our evening came to an end at around 10 pm, we headed a few blocks back to my office tower, where our car was parked. We had talked about heading up to my office for one more "quickie with a view" from the 28th floor. But, alas, that's when the freezing rain started to fall.
"Maybe we better get home before the streets get scary, Mistress...."
What a shame though. There are a few fantasies we have yet to fulfill from my perch and only a few more days left before I bail out for good.
Mistress and slave are hunkered down here in River City for the holidays, our daughters under one roof these last few days. My older daughters are also in town so we have a big Christmas dinner planned here in our overcrowded nest.
While we miss spending the holidays in the tranquility of our adopted SW town, and the ancient Christmas Eve rituals at the local Pueblo, it's also been a chance to re-sample the traditions here in River City, including a funky hipster holiday jazz show last night just up the street that our "sophisticated" Co-Ed actually seemed to enjoy.
Of course Dad picking up the bar tab also seemed to help.
Even better, we plan to head West, just the two of us, on Sunday morning after we dump our youngest at the airport for another one of her overseas adventures.
We look forward to some time there together, where the snow has been falling this last week, off the clock and on the slopes.
A year ago we were all in Paris together, for a magical Christmas season in the City of Light. We were lucky to have been there at a more innocent time, before the horror and resulting paranoia of terrorism descended on a City that has seen so much joy and horror over the centuries.
It makes us realize how fragile the "heavenly peace" of the holiday season can be. The key seems to be: enjoy and cherish while you can. As the old song goes "through the years we'll always be together... if the fates allow." Fortunately, the fates remain on our side this Christmas season.
To all of our blogger friends, and those of you who just stop by for a little pick-me-up during the course of your day or week, may you find the peace, joy and love of the season with your own friends and family this holiday season.
Our morning rituals went a little askew yesterday.
You may remember that our schedule Wednesday evening did not allow time for Slave to properly fuck Mistress after that clever “three way” stress relief session.
Then, when our friends left after an enjoyable evening listening to music at a local piano bar, Mistress was sleepy and ready for bed.
“I think you’ll have to wait until morning, Slave….”
That seemed quite reasonable to me, not that a Slave should have much say in such matters.
But when I woke around 5:30 am mountain time, when I might usually start working on the blog… there was an issue…. I had a very hard and needy cock. I mean, it had been almost 24 hours!!
I knew I was risking some Mistress wrath if I woke her in a fashion that she found unappealing, but….
I sidled up to her, closer in bed. She often says she likes me to press up against her this way, so she can feel my cock resting there between her warm and firm cheeks.
But this time the cock was not “at ease”. NO it was poking and burrowing, with a life and styling’s of it’s own.
And my left hand could not help but wrap around her, cupping a breast, lightly grasping her nipple between the sides of two fingers…. That could just be happenstance, couldn’t it?
She came awake slowly,,,,
“Ummmm …. Slave …. What are you up to? It’s so dark out.”
It was. Thick clouds, dumping snow on our mountain, were blocking the bright light of the nearly full moon.
“Well, Mistress …. I woke with a hard cock.”
I believe honesty is the best policy in dealing with a waking Mistress.
“I like that, Slave….and it seems you want to deal with this issue now?”
“If you, don’t mind, Mistress.”
Her butt wiggled, as if her cheeks were trying to grasp that hard cock doing the burrowing.”
“No Slave…. I don’t mind…..I like it when you are desperate for me.”
Of course, protocol here at UCTMW Enterprises always call for Mistress to be the first to “come” at these sorts of conferences. And the method chosen was with my hand reaching around her, my fingers spreading her lips, already seeming moist and succulent. I slid a finger ever so gently inside her, so that the tip could seek out that little trigger point buried within, while the upper half of said finger glided across her needy little clit.
This approach turned out to be surprisingly efficient, and soon, Mistress was pumping her hips against my hand, gasping into a nice little introductory climax.
“Would you like to fuck me now, Slave?”
“I thought you’d never ask, Mistress.”
Afterwards Mistress drifted back to sleep, seemingly not displeased with her rude awakening, and Slave went about his blogging business. There were curious readers to satisfy now.
You will be happy to know that Mistress was not shortchanged though. When she asked to read the blog later that morning, before it was time to head up our Mountain, she was lavished with some additional worship from her Slave.
It was the least I could do in light of her patience with me before her normal wake-up call.
Today will be a very busy one here in our undisclosed location. First, an abbreviated ski day to take advantage of some new fallen snow. Then, a quick stop at the grocery for some Holiday dinner provisions. Then a trip to our local Pueblo for their timeless Christmas Eve / Solstice celebration. The teens will whine about the smoky smell in their hair from dozens of blazing fires. But Molly and Mick hope that they learn that these end of year holidays are not just about a single culture’s propensity for commercial excess.
Then again, I suppose those of us at UCTMW can be accused of a certain type of excess ourselves
From our top management, to our far flung reporting staff to those lowly horny tools in our mail room, the staff here at UCTMW wishes a peaceful and joyous Christmas for all of you who celebrate it.
Speaking of which, on Friday night there was one missed opportunity. 
