So Where Did Francois Go?

Yesterday, as Mistress and her Slave were doing their morning commute to work, it was hard for me not to get a little distracted by Mistress long, shapely legs, stretched out onto the dash, with those alluring black tights and boots.

"Do we have those special tights on Mistress?"

"I do Slave.... I wear them just about every day."

My right hand drifted off the wheel, sliding onto her thigh, headed to clean shaven folds north. Her thighs spread, as I found my mark, damp and fertile.


"Watch out Slave, I think we gave that trucker and eyeful...."

Sure enough, I'd not noticed the Semi Cab just to the right of our steel and glass capsule, as it hurdled through time and space.



"We may have made his day, Mistress."


Of course, at my age, I've got a good deal of experience at using my fingers to provide a little pleasure to my Mistress. Within a minute or two, her thighs were squeezing my hand tight, and she bucked and sighed to a little "on the way to work" cum.

"Well that was a nice treat, Mistress."


"You'll be oozing sex when you go to that morning meeting, Mistress."


"Do you really think?"

The cabin of her car was filled with her pheromones my now. I pitied those young guys around the conference table with her later in the morning. It could be distracting.


After her temperature cooled a bit,  I asked "what ever happened to Francois, Mistress?"


"You know, it has been a few weeks.... he had the problem with the sick dog.... and it seems harder for him to get away in the evenings.... but, come to think of it, I haven't heard from him in a week or two."


I resolved to get to the bottom of it, so when I got to the office, I deployed my considerable sleuthing skills.


It seems that Francois, who's military background we've noted here before, had been called up for active duty with his comrades in the French Foreign Legion. Apparently with President Sarkozy's more muscular foreign policy, there is a need for a quick strike force for covert ops, and the gourmet cook to keep their bellies full.

Francois's family has a long history of service to the Legion. I think that's his grandfather, with the beard in this archival photo.


So while we will be celebrating the Holidays in our cozy homes with families and friends, poor devoted Francois will be in forbidden climes, wondering where the hell he can find a few hundred pounds of fresh mussels and some crisp
Poully Fusse to wash them down with. No doubt some first class cuisine is required  keep those fighting legionaires in the mood to bag another Arab dictator for Mother France.

But as I pressed further into the basic re-training that Francois has been required to endure, to get himself back into fighting shape, I got a little concerned. I mean, what about those family jewels? Will  they come back intact from those hostile climes?

And is there any concern about snakes and scorpions when they do this curious exercise?

We do hope that Francois takes care of himself over there. And when he's done disposing of President Assad, we hope he returns to River City safely and with all his "faculties" in full operating order. In the meantime, Francois, we also hope you enjoy the company of your comrades, and the delicacies that may present themselves along the way. Just be careful of the sweetbreads!


Bon voyage!

Our Senior Correspondent and Director of Security Celebrate an Anniversary

 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.

Mistress Stops By Her Slave's Office for "Important Business"

Mistress's new job has kept her extraordinarily busy these last two months. That, plus the fact that she is no longer a short walk away  has greatly  diminished her chances to stop by my office for suitable homage during the work day.

But yesterday, as I drive to work, I hatched a plot. Knowing that she was taking her burgeoning staff to a holiday lunch at a restaurant across the street from me, I figured this was a cahnce that should not go to waste.

I called Mistress from the car on my drive to work.

"Mistress, I forgot to mention.... there's this document we both need to sign and get notarized. Maybe you can do that at lunch time, too?"

Of course, there was a matter of how she would get back to the office. I offered to drive her when all the paperwork was done. And there really was a paper to sign.... sure it could be done the following week as well.... but, why pass on the opportunity?

Mistress accepted my offer, and after her lunch, at around 2 pm. I heard her chatting out in the hallway.

"Sorry, I'm a little late, Slave.... your partner B saw me, and well...."

Yes, B, with the rather bitchy and distant wife, who always needs some "Molly time" when she is in the office. Who can blame him. If there ever was a candidate for a mercy fuck, it might be him.

But I digress.

The paperwork could wait. I closed the door, pressed the chair up against the wall, and, after a swift embrace and kiss, settled Mistress into her throne.

Naturally, she had on those very practical peek-a-boo tights.

"I've got three pairs now, Slave.  They really are comfortable, and practical, though sometimes my 'parts' pop out a little too obscenely."

Not on my account.

In any event, it was not long before Slave was where he belongs - on his knees - plying those clean shaven folds with the attention they deserved.

(I made sure I had shaven in advance. The other morning I earned a discipline because my scriffy chin abraded her delicate skin 'down there').

Mistress came with a delightful, sensuous moan, making only a slight little clunk as her head went back against the door in her muted 'throes'. I doubt anyone was paying attention in the hallway.

And with those practical tights, there was no need to rearrange her undies (what undies?) or slide back on a boot. We could just move onto getting that document notarized.

Later, after work, we hooked up with the sullen "bored' teen at our gym for a brisk workout, before heading home.

It was the first night of Hanukkah, and we lit that first candle, Mistress doing her best to remember the Hebrew incantation. It was sad that our 2nd teen was not here for this familiar ritual, and to collect a goody of some sort, as is our family tradition. But no doubt she is enjoying her Holiday break in Europe.

And we had goodies to open too.

Donna, our Senior correspondent, and her daughter had been amazingly considerate, sending us a package that arrived a week ago, filled with Hanukkah gifts they selected. Mistress and her daughter were a little greedy and opened most of them (there were too marked "adult" which Mistress subtly set aside. And there were even a few items for me to give to my cute little grandsons.

That was amazingly considerate, and generous, Donna! Thanks to you and your daughter for taking the time!

We hope this season, when we deploy our varied traditions to bring  light to the longest nights of the year, brings comfort and joy to all of our friends and readers!

Holiday Greetings from Our CEO

 This is the time of year when those greeting cards arrive with the one or two page insert from folks you've not talked to all year, or even followed on facebook, getting you to up to date on what has happened in their brood over the last year. Maybe that's what inspired Mistress last night to pick up the laptop and compose the following for all of you as we wander into the final days of 2011:

Readers, writers, lurkers, friends and others:

Here are some questions to ponder as we close out 2011

What a year it has been. Mick and I become empty nesters. I have started a new and very full time gig. And, sadly, we seem to  be down  (yes down) to sex once  most days., rahter than our usual twice (We will clean up our act soon, rest assured). 

Thanks to all of you for your commitment to Under Contract and for sticking with us when we were on the lam.

Thanks mostly to my beloved Mick for his devotion to the blog, to me and to our life together. In all seriousness, we do have a great thing. I am grateful for our life each and every day.

A few words about some of our biggest supporters out there:

Donna and Bill:

Thanks for your additions to the team this year. Meeting you was a highlight and we look to Donna for her great writing and humor.

WC:

The blog would not be the same without you. Who would we rely upon to tell us stories that involve the things that one never talks about in polite society? We adore you.

Tammy/Suzanne/Jay:

Your blog is tops. S, we know that you will fully recover. You just must. We read you faithfully.

Aisha:

We think that you HAVE found THE man of your dreams. Trust us on this one. This is THE guy for you.

Nilla:

You were our first encounter in blog meets real life. And your voice and personae is more charming than one can imagine.

Francoise:

You were fun (wherever you are.) The homecuming weekend was epic. Thank you.

If I left anyone off, I am sorry – tired brain tonight!

The questions to ponder as we enter the new year:

1)   Will DC / R  and Mick/Molly find ways to break bread on a regular basis? Likely. yes, we are neighbors.

2)   Will Molly and WC actually consummate their long-suffering lust? Only time will tell.

3)   Will Molly enlist a new DOM? She is tired at the moment. But leopards don’t really change their spots.

Anything else you want answered in the New Year – fire away…but consider this my Happy Holiday greeting.

 

Kisses

Molly Collins

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