Our Senior Correspondent Jockies for a Year End Bonus

Molly and Mick had a tranquil day here in River City. After our wake-up sex there was a trip to the gym and other weekend errands to perform. (They included me listening to my mother recite the same litany of gripes about her condo and other family members that help facilitate transcendental meditation for me ... as in letting my mind wander to a better place while murmuring "oh really" over and over again).

After some work at home we took our daughter to see a new movie, Young Adult, amusing enough with Charlize Thereon playing a "Former Prom Queen from Hell" seeking to reclaim her long lost boyfriend 20 years later. It included close ups of the seemingly painful process Mistress goes through when getting her "feet done" every few weeks. Thank God I was born a man!  Then again, maybe I need to learn to do that process myself to become a more complete servant to Mistress's needs, just as Tammy does over at All Mine.

We did share emails with our local "fan", R who Mistress invited over for a drink sometime when our mutual schedules clear. If you scroll back to yesterday's blog comments you will see he left one as "DC". How weird is it to have a reader who lives just a short stroll away!

But today's blog comes to you courtesy of Donna. AS she notes, the WC has been contributing more of late, and his "how to" blogs have enjoyed amazing popularity among our "vast" audience. AS you can see from the list to the right, his tutorial on "ass fucking" has not reached #1 in the charts, surpassing even our Contract.  No doubt he's thinking about becoming a free agent now, and I'll be hearing from his Agent, some fast talking guy who no doubt also represents his latest sports hero, Tim "God made me do it" Tebow. So who can blame Donna for trying to emulate the WC's inimitable style.

 

Yes! Yes! Yes! Life is good!

The workmen have left with their toolboxes in hand and their low rider jeans, well, riding low. The sawdust has settled, the furniture is in place, and the dishes and pots and pans are in their new cupboards. 

And now, drum roll please, Bill and I can get back to having BDSM passion, fun and sex on a spontaneous basis! Woo-hoo!

The other big excitement for me is that our wedding anniversary is next week. Bill and I were married 33 years ago in the living room of a small house with immediate family in attendance. I will always remember the look of horror on his mother's face that her son was actually going through with this. Although, should I happen to forget, I have my wedding photos where she has two distinct looks, one is abject horror and the other is similar to that of an airline passenger frantically scrambling through the magazines and emergency brochures, desperate to find a barf bag before it's too late. It was too late, and the photos have become a source of great laughter for our kids.

And now it is time for my focus to return to the sex blog. It dawned on me recently that the WC is fast gaining on my word count for the year, and I can't allow that. If there is to be a bonus this year, it will be mine!  I know his posts are read more often than any others except for that one of Mick's, so I need to get on the stick here. After examining the WC's columns and comments, the best I can figure out is that he leaves off the spell-check on his computer while writing and deliberately omits punctuation. He also uses words like ass, cunt and diaper position over and over, and his columns are very short and instructional. 

Okay, I'm ready now, here we go.

Instructuns for a hot spancking:

For optimmum swenging room put the femail over ur lap or over a pilow at the egde of the bed

Let her feet dagnle off to the floor but with her cunt positoned so u can esily reach it

rub her ass and put a fingre in her cunt and rub aorund until she moans

As soon as she relxases, give a solid sweeng of your open hand to her ass

repate eght or ten tmes and then chek her cunt agen

if she is wet, use your fingres to breng her to the egde of cumming - than stop

repeete the spaking of her ass and tell her she cant cum til u say so

when she is screemin that she has to cum or she will die, giv her one more swat

than tell her to cum

repete until u have a hot hand and she has a red hot ass...

No, no, no!  I give up! I just can't write like the WC. *head hanging low*

For now, I'm going to go sit in my quiet, workman free kitchen, have a cup of coffee and ponder all this. 

Donna

AS Donna has so ably demonstrated, it's not quite as easy to rip off the WC's unique writing style as one would think. Maybe I should actually listen to that fast talking agent when he calls. I don't want to get outbid by Sin, Aisha, or Riff Dog or we'll never ever make that 100 Top Sex Bloggers List!

--
Molly and Mick Collins

Molly and Mick Meet a Fan

You may have noticed a pattern that Molly and Mick breached last night.

When the nest was empty, we tended to spend our Friday evenings at home: maybe some exercise, time between the sheets, a "picnic" dinner, catch up on some TV episodes we had missed.

But with our teen home for her Holiday break -- already complaining that she's "bored" - the two of us had some Friday night plans. We did not wander back to the no longer empty nest until way past our usual bed time.

The first order of business was meeting one of the Blog's followers. He is a  fellow who had gotten in touch with us via email when it became apparent from allusions in the blog that "River City" was alos his home town.

Now Molly and Mick took this step with some trepidation. I mean we had just come home from that cozy Yurt in  On-the-Lam-It-Stan only a month or so ago, where we hid out with help from the Sex Bloggers Protection Program, after fear that our cover might had been blown.

(In case you are wondering how things are going in the Yurt, we recently got a holiday card photo from the new tenants..... they don't look they are having as much fun as we did there... but they mentioned that the Yaks are still pining for the WC!)

In any event, after exchanging a few messages, and realizing that our "fan" -- we'll call him R-- had stuck his own neck out into the risk zone too, we figured the old cold war MAD doctrine (mutually assured destruction) would provide enough comfort to allow us to blow our covers to him.

We met up after work at a bar in the University part of town, and had a great time over drinks, pulling the curtain back on life at the UCTMW World HQ, sharing some inside information that explained a bit about the twists and turns of our mutual adventures.

Yes, that was Mongolia over at "Mistress and Slave on the Lam". No we weren't really there!


And since this is a very small town in many ways, it turns out there was a good deal of overlap in our work and social lives. He has a daughter a year behind where ours was last year at the local High.... and lives just a few blocks away.

He was shocked to know the identity of Mistress's Mom.... with whom he interacts at work....

"She's got a bit of the Domme in her too...."

So right, R, even setting aside the fetishy shoes she prefers.

And as it turns out, he was even at the same Bar Mitzvah we attended a few weeks back, described with some veiled allusions in an episode of Mistress and Slave on the Lam. I forgot to ask whether he just showed up for the grand lunch spread or suffered through the long ceremony the way some of us did.

We all enjoyed taking about some of the characters in our alternative blog universe. Donna, the WC, and the folks over at All Mine too came up.  He's following you guys too.

We parted saying that we should try to get together again. I mean we are neighbors. How to arrange that with some of our mutual friends around would be kind of funny.... each knowing the layers of intrigue lurking below the mundane suburban Moms and Dads surface.... I mean, is Mistress in her peek-a-boo tights (as she was last night).... or is Slave in his cage?

Afterwords, as we headed to another Holiday party, just down the street, I asked Mistress what she thought.

"He's kind of hot, Slave....."

Enough said.

Up Too Late.... Out too Early

The (relatively) frantic pace continues here at the UCTMW World HQ....

Mistress was out a little later than normal last night for a Board meeting.

But you can rest assured that she had her worship when she returned home, still in a paid of those tricked out peek-a-boo tights to facilitate the ritual. (Of course, the door had to be closed and the sounds stifled to protect those delicate ears of the sullen teen).

There was another ritual while Slave prepared dinner.... hunting for a cat who somehow escaped into the night. Poor Mistress had to peal off her tights to allow her to crawl under the porch to facilitate the rescue. Would not want to tear those suckers!

We knew there was an early wake-up call this morning for yet another one of those unbearable 8 am meetings, back at the stuffy business club we visited the other night. But alas. at around 1 am the text messages started chiming into Mistress's I-phone in box.

It was sullen teen #2, angsting out over in Europe on matters I won't bore you with. Of course it was morning there. Time for her to go to school. What better time to reach out to sleeping parents and remind them of their obligation to sooth and coddle you?

Argh.

Of course, after efforts to skype and a brief conversation with her, her feathers were smoothed, while Mistress and her Slave were wide awake (it's 2 am or later by now).

"Should we have sex, Slave?"

That seemed like a very good plan.  and it did get us back to sleep for a while.

But now.... oops. Running out of time, and need to wake Mistress for her early curtain call.

The Slave from River City reserves the right to revise and extend his remarks at a later date.

The Empty Nest Goes On Hiatus

Another over-scheduled day here at the UCTMW World HQ.

Fortunately, we had time to break my abstinence "fast" with some particularly fulfilling wake-up sex in our executive suite. 

Then Mistress was off to do a business presentation in our oh so flat state capitol again. That's three trips up there in the last week for her. At this rate, she may need to recruit a lover up there, simply to provide her with a little diversion to keep the trips interesting, and put the peek-a-boo tights she left the house in to good use.

(She did say that one guy in her meeting, a state poobah, gave her the old "Haven't we met somewhere", line.... the reply to which always should be "in your dreams, pal....")

Here in River City slave had a holiday lunch for a group of his clients. It's something I've done each year for the past 20 or so. But this time.... a little flat. Maybe we're just getting old. The absence of my younger brother, who was a regular at these for many years, but who passed away  5 years ago this month, weighs on the room. Maybe it's time to bring this "tradition" to an end.

After the lunch, I was on the road myself to pick up our daughter, who had finished her exams at College. She seemed happy to get back to the house, and the "kitties" she dotes on.

Of course, her presence will put a bit of a damper on things here at the World HQ over the next two weeks. We will have to keep our sport locked away in the executive suite, the volume down and the door closed. Mistress already caught a little shit from her last night, when, as we were getting ready to go to her Company's holiday party, the sullen teen walked in, took one look at Mistress in her black tights and bra, and said "nice look" in that jugmental teen way of hers.

If she had caught sight of the little opening between her mother's firm and muscular thighs, where only moments before I had done a little early evening worship, I suspect she might have been even snarkier.

Over the next two weeks, we may have to rely on more input from our far flung correspondents to keep our readers from forgetting this is a sex blog!