Sex On Demand

Before I get to the “juicy” part, I need to share what awaited Mistress when she got home last night.

Her birthday is coming up this weekend. In fact, it’s a twofer – birthday and our anniversary… I think I’ve told the story of our “surprise” wedding on her 39^th birthday before, so won’t elaborate on that today.

In any event, last week Donna mentioned that there was a package on the way from the hills of North Carolina to honor our CEO here at UCTMW on the occasion of  her birthday.

Sure enough, waiting on our porch Tuesday was this long, slim box – about 6 inches wide and 6 feet long.

You can imagine our speculation about what might be in there. And our trepidation about opening it in front of the sullen teen.

What could it be?

The world’s longest dildo?

A giant banner with the UCTMW logo?

A super sized whip to tan my insouciant if bony ass?

Once the teen was settled into her little corner of the house, I found a knife to open it up….

And what did we find: a series of individually wrapped packages with a variety of smutty books for Mistress to read! (Did Donna pick up on the fact that Mistress now has two books on her kindle that I want to read, but of course can’t because she reads new books from her kindle after finishing those).

Naturally, Mistress called Donna to thank her both for the thoughtful gifts and the crazy packaging. They even chatted awhile about our other staff member, who is learning how to surf in California this week. Let’s hope the WC understands that surfing injuries are not work related.

Now would be the time for me to make some snide remark about Donna sucking up to the “Boss”… but let’s just say that her gift was so thoughtful and clever that even I can’t say anything else other than thank you for making Mistress’s day.

Of course, I did my part too last night.

After I finished discharging certain duties as CTO of UCTMW ( synching her new I-pad with a home computer so she can have all those cock pics from the WC at her disposal), we went upstairs and I offered to worship.

It was noted that I had been a little slow to make the offer…. Chalk that up to to “rapid emersion in work after a vacation syndrome”.

I tossed a pillow to the floor, assumed my position, and set to work as Mistress laid back across our bed, accepting the attentions of my tongue and lips.

Mistress seemed contented when she finally pushed my head away. But by the time we were ready for bed, and she asked if I wanted to fuck her, I actually demurred.

I was plum exhausted. Long day. Still adjusting to the transition from holiday to the horror of this hot humid work-a-day world here in River City.

Fortunately, Mistress was not too disappointed, and gave me a pass.

But at 5:30 am today, it was a different story.

I was barely sentient when I felt her pressed against me, her hand slowly encircling my cock and balls, tender caresses following.

I knew what she had in mind.

Soon I rolled over to her, fighting off the urge to go back to sleep, and my hand found its way between her muscular thighs.

Her first cum came with my digital caresses, as her hips convulsed against my hand.

“Do you mind me waking you Slave? I was kind of horny.”

“Of course not, Mistress… I am here to serve….”

(Yes, I actually do talk that way… and it may sound snarky, but I mean it.)

Soon she was on top of me, having assured that the work-a-day cock was sufficiently rigid to serve her needs. She rode me to two or three more orgasms, before flipping over to allow me to take my pleasure in the more conventional position.

And since I was still half a sleep, I took  my time, making sure I used my fingers to caress her to at least one more cum as I plunged into her, before asking for permission to come myself.

When the dust settled, I grogged out again, cuddled to her, her fingers caressing my scalp in that tender way that I love.

AN excellent way to start my day as Mistress’s devoted Slave.

All this may explain why the blog is posted a little later that normal this morning.

Sex Backlash?

Back here in River City, Molly and Mick were almost completely overcome by the noxiously hot weather, pollution and humidity yesterday, dumped on top of the typical back at the office after a week triage of various client crises to handle.

And adjusting to the time shift…. Well, let’s just say Monday morning was not a typical one here at the UCTMW World HQ. It was all we could do to drag ourselves out of bed and crawl to the shower, let alone start the day the way we like.

And though Mistress stopped by at the lunch hour, she was accompanied by surly teen #1, who wanted Indian food. That’s no substitute for a Mistress appetizer.

So for about 24 hours, Slave and Mistress were not living up to their usual high standards… Suzanne, over at ALL Mine certainly out did us. After her long battle with celibacy (not counting her power tool) she is finally back to her two men, and despite that early rise and the 6 hour time difference, it seems she outlasted both of them on Sunday!

Bravo.

You do sex blog nation proud!

That got me thinking about an article that appeared in the Times on Sunday by Erica Jong, entitled Is Sex Passe?(I am borrowing the illustration here, with full credit due to the Times and it’s artist… hope they don’t mind).

For you youngsters, Jong is the author of “Fear of Flying”, a book that I recall first seeing in the 70’s, which seemed to set the bar in the age of “sexual freedom” for women of the day. Her premise is that younger generations seem to have devalued sexual adventure, embracing more stable values like motherhood and monogamy. (Maybe she didn’t read that Times article last week on “Infidelity”?)

Well, I’m not sure Erica is paying attention to our little world. Although some of us are eligible for grandparenthood, there are certainly voices out there who are as familiar with Lady Gaga as I am with the Beatles catalog. I think there is very little chance that sex will go out of style anytime soon.

It may be that what she sees in her daughter and that generation is the harried requirements of dealing with small kids and emerging careers. With all that to balance, its hard to come up with the time and energy for sex displayed here at UCTMW, over at All Mine, or down in the mountains of North Carolina by Bill and Donna. With kid duties winding down, I think we have been hitting our stride here at the World HQ.

I’m curious to know what some of our readers think about her hypothesis.

But as noted above, even we hit a wall sometimes. That’s not to say we don’t give it a good lick… so to speak.

Sunday night was a good example.

Yes, we did have some nice Sunday morning sex back in the mountains before packing up. It wasn’t comparable to the previous week’s “naked Sunday”, but then our time was limited, wasn’t it?

And by the time we hit our bed at 11 pm eastern time, both of us were pretty tired. And the thought of waking early and confronting overflowing inboxes, well that could be a mood killer, couldn’t it?

But something was missing.

It had been about 12 hours since I had last tasted Mistress’s sweet nectar.
And it was so close, Mistress naked next to me, a thin sheet covering her. I could almost taste it. Sweet, musky, my addiction called me.

“Would Mistress like to be worshipped?”

The lights were out. I could tell she was tired. But, like me, a little restless.

“Oh Slave…I’m sure its very stinky and stale down there after a day of travel….”

“When has that ever stopped me, Mistress….”

I don’t have to go on here do I? The negotiations rambled.

Was I being too pushy?

Maybe.

Was Mistress just tired and did not feel a need for sexual stimulation before sleep?

Could be.

When does a Slave simply take no for an answer?

That is a difficult question to answer, isn’t it?

Well I suspect you know how this little story ended. Mistress bucking her hips against my devoted lips and tongue, moaning her release.

Slave comforted in the thought that he’d pleased her, mouth coated with those addictive juices.

Yum.

That will never be passé.

Our Senior Correspondent Goes a Little Crazy

We had wonderful sex this morning! I love the flogger that Bill uses on my breasts, chest, abdomen, pussy and legs. Over and over he flogs, knowing just where to make the ends snap on my flesh and just how hard to pop it. It leaves warm red lines crisscrossing my body and really gets my engine cranked up. Add a bit of bondage and a little direct stimulation and I am flying.

While we shared breakfast following our time together, Bill and I began discussing some recent studies that have crossed our desks and shook our heads at how odd it is that people get paid huge sums of money to study these things that seem to be common sense. Bill then brought up the problem with many of the laws pertaining to sexuality that seem to make no sense at all. That's when it suddenly dawned on me that I have been remiss in my duties as Senior Research Correspondent.

In an attempt to make up for lost time, I am posting a mix of both laws and research studies that I have gathered from hither and yon. Sadly, most don't come with pictures so I have had to add photos from the UCTMW files.

Now Mick, I know you don't like to put your photo on the blog, but this picture of you in your white cowboy hat taken last week while you were vacationing in the Southwest is just too good not to post. You may want to be careful about your excitement level though, it's against the law for a man's erection to show through his clothes in Arizona, Florida, Idaho, Massachusetts, Mississippi, Nebraska, Nevada, New York, Ohio, Oklahoma, Oregon, South Dakota, Tennessee, Utah, Vermont, Washington D.C., and Wisconsin. And I think I see evidence of your excitement in your photo here.

Over at the Kinsey Institute site I found a study that looked at what adults consider to be "sex". I was confused about why that would even be in question until I thought back to a presidency of the not- so-distant past when there was an issue about whether oral sex was really sex as in, "I did not have sex with that woman".  Does this college graduation photo of a certain female from UCTMW remind anyone of those days?



The findings of that Kinsey Study were that while nearly all participants concurred that penile-vaginal intercourse fit the criteria to be called sex, two out of ten people did not concur that penile-anal intercourse was sex, and three out of ten said ‘no’ to oral-genital activity, as did half of the respondents about manual-genital contact.

I think maybe we should let the WC, our resident Asstologist know that anal intercourse is not considered to be sex by some of the population.  I want his opinion about this because if anal, oral and masturbation aren't considered to be sex, then what are they? Not to worry, I suppose there is a study on that somewhere. I couldn't find a picture of the WC today, but I found this one of his brother in his Halloween costume. No one had any trouble guessing his identity. The finger position gave it away!




Then I read a study about women who read romance novels, and the conclusion is that they have sex twice as often as those who don't. Molly already has more orgasms in a week than many women have in a year, but maybe the time has come to see just how far she can take this. Shall I call the folks at the Guinness Book of World Records? I would be happy to send her some books from my library of smut to double her AMT, Amazing Orgasm Tally. See this lovely female in the library stacks looking for just the right book? The coloring seems just right for a girl named Molly, doesn't it?

I'll finish up here today with a word of warning for any of our lifestyle who plan to visit Washington, D.C. The law there is that engaging in any sexual position other than missionary is illegal. Unfortunately, that doesn't cover political sorts who seem to be permitted to screw the nation's people in many different ways while in D.C. We didn't have any photos to go with this odd news. Mick doesn't allow that sort of filth to pollute the office computers, but I did find the photo attached here. And it does seem to suit quite well.





Have a good day folks! I'll be right here slaving away trying to find more riveting and relevant subject matter to keep you in the know.
Donna.

Saying So Long to Our Beautiful Valley

It’s our last morning here. Soon we’ll be packing up and heading back to River City.

In consideration for Suzanne’s long battle these last two weeks with celibacy, and to give me enough time for some morning kanoolding with Mistress, I will pass over the sexcapades here in our Mountain hideaway on Saturday. Suffice it to say that Mistress made sure to use her strap-on one more time before we head back to our surly teens and other forms of reality.

We did make sure to have a nice day yesterday in other categories of activity too…. A nice long bike ride down and then up out of a valley near here that always gets my cardio-system thrumming. Here is Mistress on the downward trail, and then at an overlook after coming out of what we call “the hole”.

Isn’t that vivid riding shirt muy caliente?

Then another walk down into the gorge for some sunbathing, soaking and reading. Here is an shot down into the hot springs area, which you can see was quite popular yesterday afternoon.

Aftewards, it was home for a little nap and that aforementioned ass fucking that Mistress applied to her Slave, with much delight shared by both participants.

I made us some dinner – gnocchi with some locally made basil based pesto and organic asparagus. Delicious if I do say so myself. And it reminded us both how much we enjoy just eating here at our little cottage – the two of us – watching the sky as some more monsoon showers passed across that vast open expanse to our south.

Finally, it was off to a local concert venue for a show by the Iguanas, a New Orleans band I had heard at a club on Frenchmen St. years ago, BK.

The band is an eclectic mix of grateful dead jam style band, latin and Cajun all melted together, that had the local crowd up and dancing from the first song. Of course, some dancers are flashier than others, and Mistress and I enjoyed watching a particularly expressive couple out in the floor, twirling and bending into one another.

Mistress has never been the showy sort that puts all that sensuality out on the dance floor like this lady, and she asked it that was a problem for me.

“Of course not Mistress…. I like it that you save it for the bedroom.”

We speculated whether someone who gets all hot and expressive on the dance floor cools off when the doors are closed and the lights go down.
I guess it would be hard to construct a scientific study to that end, wouldn’t it?

But by the time the band hit their stride, about an hour into their set, I did get Mistress out on the floor, swaying against me to a slow and sensual latin beat, and later, as the tempo picked up, on this, the band’s final number.

It was a great evening, just the two of us, and a cast of dancing locals, without the social posse that can get a little tedious, even out here.

It’s memories like these of our beautiful valley that keep us coming back, just like in this song (Beautiful Valley)  by a local singer / songwriter. (Check it out, because it comes with a lovely musical postcard of our little piece of heaven here).

Donna will have something for you all tomorrow, as Molly and Mick struggle to get back into commuter and work mode.