Slave finished up a rather time consuming project for work yesterday, giving me a much cleaner plate as we approach the time of year when the office clears out, the phone rings much less than normal, and the work related emails slow to a crawl. In past years, we would already be heading out to our Mountain Hideaway, kids in tow, for skiing and relaxing in that place we love for its natural beauty and distinctive culture.
In fact this is the first time in 13 years we have spent the holidays here in River City. Our sullen teen, who used to whine about missing her friends at the holidays, now says she's "bored" here. Ah well.
One thing that made us leave here at Christmas time for so many years was the mind numbing and angst inducing requirement that we deal with our extended family in long drawn-out carbo loading rituals. Too much drama and backbiting!
But oddly, after 13 years of making new friends out in the high dessert, we have discovered its a bit of a relief to avoid what had become compulsory group meals and outings with a motley crew of a little too high maintenance 2nd homers from places like Houston and Tulsa.
Suddenly I'm looking forward to a Christmas Eve at my daughter's place, with my two cute grandsons running wild, chomping at the bit for Santa's arrival, rather than making green chili stew for 15 acquired ski buds, and worrying whether some ditzy college professor from Texas will guzzle all of my Jameson before I get a pour.
Last night closed the deal on the "wish we were there or here" debate for Holidays 2011. The same Jamison guzzling Texas ditz texted Mistress with the "big news" that a certain former Secretary of Defense who should be in the Hague on trial for war crimes had just arrived at our favorite joint to have a few drinks and listen to music. Talk about the grinch who stole Christmas!
That made it official: we're glad to be home for the holidays!!
Last night, after we lit the candles, the sullen teen even made us latkas to go with some flank steak I grilled in the a little too warm for the holidiays weather here in River City. Yum!
We'll head out West - just the two of us- in mid-January, when the crowds or off the mountain and I can bogart that bottle of Jamison to my heart's content.
Ooops.... I almost forgot. This is a sex blog! Not a whiners forum. Fortunately, our Senior Correspondent has something to steam up your day:
Tuesday was our 33rd
wedding anniversary and we had said we would forgo gifts this year. We had
decided we would chalk up the remodeling as our anniversary gift, not only for
this year, but for many years to come.
On Tuesday morning, I headed
out to the kitchen to plug in my old trusty percolator and there on the counter
was an envelope with my name on it, and beside it sat a small jewelry box. I
took the box in my hands, popped the lid back, and there sat a beautiful ring,
white gold with amethyst stones in a diamond pattern. Beautiful. I slid it onto
my ring finger and found that it fit like a dream. I opened the card, and while
Bill usually gives me funny cards, this one had a wonderful romantic lyric. Aw!
So sweet.
And then it dawned on me
that I didn't have anything for Bill! That bugger. We said we weren't going to
do this and now he had given me this beautiful gift and I didn't have anything
for him. But wait, as a red-blooded, hot and sexy male, I could think of
something Bill always appreciated receiving.
Deciding to make this
both decadent and luxurious, I headed down the hallway, pausing at the guest
bath to heat up a thick, soft washcloth under very warm water, then headed into
the bedroom. I slipped into the bed, pulling the covers back to expose my naked
He-Man. Just as he started to make grouchy noises and turn onto his side, I
began slowly rubbing his groin with the very warm, soft cloth. On some deep
level, his body remembered what follows a warm massage like that, and he
returned to his back and gave a little hum as I continued on.
As you can well imagine,
what followed was a great deal of cock licking and sucking, a fair amount of
using my tongue to bring balls further into my mouth, one, then the other, to
be sure they each received the attention they deserved, and all the above was
accompanied by some pressure on that very sensitive spot just behind the ball
sack. Thoughts of the WC's brother's thumb action came to mind and with a few
naughty thoughts whispered into the long, hard human microphone I held in my
hand, may I say that Bill launched very, very well.
Not one to stop until I,
too, have been sated, he pulled me onto his chest and as he became revitalized,
we continued together. After a rest, the Hitachi came into action followed by a
shared warm shower with much kissing and laughter throughout.
What I offered may not
have been wrapped with a bow, but Bill was smiling about his anniversary
wake-up for quite some time.
Earlier today I was
thinking that since we don't have little kids around eager to get us out of bed
at the crack of dawn to see what Santa brought, and even though I do have other
gifts for Bill, maybe I should plan on an encore for Christmas morning. I don't
think he'd say no. You?
Coming Up Tomorrow: Whatever happened to that Francois guy? Here's a hint.
