"Have you forgotten something, Slave?"
Oops. I had been a little slow on the uptick when it came to offering my services.
"Sorry, Mistress....."
I tossed a pillow on the floor next to our bed, to cushion my bony knees, and went to work on those clean shaven folds, which were especially ripe after her strenuous ride in this 80 degree, end of winter weather here in "tropical" River City. But of course, for me the taste was absolutely fabulous. And Mistress was soon shuddering through a couple of post exercise cums.
Mistress commitment to exercise brought to mind an article that somehow popped onto my screen yesterday, and that I shared via emails with Suzanne, over at All Mine, and Donna. It raises the subject of women who have orgasms while exercising. "Core-gasms" is what some folks call them. I know the WC will find this inspirational the next time he goes to the gym, and ponders all those women on the stationary bikes, so here is a link, Miguel. Maybe this will get your mind off the sad demotion of Jesus's favorite QB on the Donkeys' depth chart.
Afterwords, as Mistress had a late snack and we prepared to catch up on an episode of "Californication", we shared details of our day.
"I was standing in the driveway, on the phone with someone from work, and that doctor down the street (the one I threatened to call to help with condom removal on Sunday) actually pulled into the drive behind me to talk ..... he was very flattering in his comments on my appearance, Slave...."
"Who can blame him.... you are muy caliente, Mistress...."
Later, on the phone with J, Mistress shared this little story with her new lover, and they speculated about whether all this sex has pumped up both of their pheromone output in a way that has other folks taking notice.... sort of like the proverbial cat in heat.
"J says he's noticed the same thing.... women at the gym suddenly coming up to talk to him, or ask him for golf lessons....."
"No doubt they'd like the feel of his hands on their hips, Mistress, guiding them into the proper position .... or the feel of his "club" pressed between the cheeks of their asses...."
"Hmmmm.... do you think that's how he teaches golf, Slave....."
I searched for a little intelligence on the subject this morning, and think I found a picture of J using his unique style of golf instruction with one of those curious ladies.
I'm thinking those ladies clubs gathering cob webs in the basement may see the light of day again after all.
