Our Far Flung Staff Drops the Ball.... at Least for a Day

This has been a week in which media empires have been left with some black eyes.
Our competitors over at the Murdoch empire have been trying to recover from some sort of scandal about ahcking into the cell phones of royals, celebrities and ordinary citizens .  Heads have been rolling, and Parliamentary committees are getting in line to play a wack-a-Ruppert now that it turns out the emperor has lost his body armour.

At Reuters, some columnist then made his own mistake, reporting that Murdoch's company had gotten about a $4 Billion tax refund from the US government last year, when, in fact, it had paid about that much in taxes on its profits from the delusional ramblings of it's "fair and balanced" cast of crazies.
 The columnist was on NPR yesterday groveling in apology.

But here at UCTMW World Enterprises, we've made out own mistakes.


Yesterday was "World Nude Day", but it was not reported on these pages in a timely fashion.  

This is something that our WC would normally be tuned in on, and make sure it was timely reported here. But he seems to be MIA out west, possibly doing some investigative reporting on the lives of Arnold Schwartzeneger's former mistresses now that Maria has dumped him. We look forward to that report... maybe in the next decade.


  Fortunately, our southern Correspondent was able to take some time off from renovating our Appalachian Branch Office yesterday evening to catch our mistake and prepare the following belated entry to commemorate the day:

Thursday, July 14th was National Nude Day! No Kidding!



I just can't believe UCTMW missed this!!!

Maybe we could celebrate a day or two late. Would that be okay?

I took the time to research this, and Friday the 15th is Tapioca Pudding Day and Saturday the 16th is Cow Appreciation Day. I would be willing to sacrifice the usual festivities for either or both of those holidays for a chance to make up for missing National Nude Day!



I suppose I should be honest and confess that I never eat tapioca pudding. I don't feel the need to buy food with lumps when I seem to have a knack for unintentionally making foods like mashed potatoes or gravies with lots of lumps. And then there was that bad flu season when, along with the rest of his dinner, our son offered up some projectile tapioca vomiting that arched from his high chair and completely missed the table to stick to the opposite wall. That may have been a bit TMI. Sorry about that.





As far as Cow Appreciation goes, I grew up in an area that raises cattle. They are beautiful. They are soft. They are at their best when grilled and served with a bit of Worcestershire sauce.



So, what do you think? I know it may be too late for Friday, but what about Saturday and Sunday? Sunday the 17th must be all about the UCTMW celebration of Molly's birthday as well as your anniversary because nothing else is listed on the official holiday calendar.

Just imagine how much more fun it would be to enjoy your special time together if you were both nude all day long? Send the surly teens off to their friend's homes, strip down, put on some music and celebrate good times!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3GwjfUFyY6M

Is this a good idea, or what? We can't just let National Nude Day just slip away without participating, can we?

Donna

HNT / Summer of 2008

Mistress got an I-Pad from her employer this week. As she was doing some shifting and sorting of photos for storage on her new toy, she cam across this photo....

Sort of like in that old Jackson Browne song, but not in an old drawer... in an old computer file folder instead.

It took some prompting for me to remember where and when she found herself in this delightful predicament.

Then in it came back... summer of 2008. In a western town where a certain political swaree was happening. Something about "Hope" and "Change".

Mistress and Slave were still sorting through some personal ugliness as a result of my monumental foul up. We were still doing out horrendous commuter lifestyle, back and forth on Delta every weekend from Florida to River City and back. It was before we did our Contract and discovered the joy of my submission or Mistress's ability to "play the field".

But as you can see, we were still finding ways to kink up our sex lives.... this wasn't even a switch Sunday!

When Mistress showed me the photo her primary concern was assotological comparisons  .... then vs. now.

"I don't think my ass looks as good now, Slave...."

Of course I assured her that it looks every bit as good.

But more importantly, our life is so much better now.

More time together. More secure in the state of things between us. Our kids past so many obstacles and on the cusp of leaving the nest.

And of course, more friends and confidants discovered through our little blog-o-verse.

No comparison.

The summer of 2008 had its moments, and maybe the world was a more hopefully change-y place then. But I wouldn't trade here and now for it, with or without Mistress's 2008 ass.

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.