What, No Kissing?

Mistress and Slave had a rather laid back Valentine's Day. No high falutin' date night like the First couple had in DC? (Did anyone see the President's public warning to America's males yesterday to look at the calendar and not forget what day it was?  Clever.)

No  four way, as  was brewing over at All Mine.  (Damn, those folks sure have fun).

No, we had some satisfying comfort sex in the morning, went to work, and hit our gym at the end of the day. Mistress spun. I did the elliptical and watched the news.  At home I whipped up some tasty stir-fry, and we caught up on the most recent episode of Californication.

(I should add that Mistress got a little extra V-Day treat once we were done worshipping and fucking before work.... there were a few minutes left before it was time to hit the shower, so she got a bonus orgasm courtesy of her favorite power tool.   It's always nice to have a powered assist at those moments when the human body needs just a little more.)

We figured we would have that fancy celebratory meal on our last night in Europe next week, when the sullen teen is back with her host family. And after all, everyday is Valentine's Day here at UCTMW, isn't it?

But when our show was over, and we adjourned to the executive suite here at the UCTMW World HQ, I did make sure that Mistress had a suitable opportunity for worship before we settled into bed with our books.  Those clean shaven folds were mighty succulent last night.

Oddly, we were both reading books about JFK, the hero of my Irish Catholic youth, who died when I in 8th grade, just having turned 13. For those of us in that generation, the Carole King line "something inside me died" is not too dramatic  to describe the events of November, 1963.

I'm reading this long Steven King novel imagining a school teacher from Maine in 2011 traveling back through some convoluted hole in time to prevent the assassination.

Mistress is reading the recently published memoir of Mimi Alford, who (credibly) claims that she had an affair with JFK while a White House intern at the age of 19, that extended to the week of his death. The book describes the loss of her virginity in Jackie's bedroom (raising the question of why Jackie had her own bedroom), and has lots of other colorful and credible details.  There have been a many articles on her book of late, including this one from Sunday's Times, where she describes the White House in those days as more like "Mad Men" than "Camelot".

So we are laying there side by side, deep into the 60's, and Mistress is sharing random, colorful details.

"She says they took baths together, Slave...."

"I saw that in an interview she did..... they had rubber duck races...."

Bizarre, right?

"And she says his favorite song back then was that one from "How to Succeed in Business...."

Somehow I knew which one, whipped out my laptop and found it on You-Tube.... here it is.

I Believe in You

I can imagine JFK looking at himself in the mirror, admiring his own "grin of impetuous youth", when deciding whether to press the red button during the Cuban Missile Crisis, all the while humming this song. Scary.... the narcissist's theme song. But maybe you need that degree of confidence to do that job.

On the Cuban missile crisis.... "She says he called her back from Wheaton College to be there in the White House that week.... a limo picked her up....."

"Wonder if she had a reserved spot in the bunker if things went south?"

The intern's adventures with JFK are not particularly shocking to either of us. I suspect Mistress would have done it too, at the first drop of hearing him say her name with that Boston accent.  But at 19.... right between the ages of our two daughters.   Disturbing.  But those were different times. Before "sexual harassment, and a nosey press corps.



But here's the detail we fixated on.

"She says they never really kissed."

Huh?

How do you have an extended affair ... spend the night.... stare down Nikita Kruschev together, with your rubbie duckies at your side....without kissing?

Mistress and I discussed that....

"Kissing's important Slave.... Not sure I could last with someone who isn't a good kisser."

"So how do I rank...."

"You're a good kisser, Slave...."

I thought back to our first tentative kiss.... it definitely got better from there. And for the record, Mistress was at least 25 by then. I was an "ancient" 38.

We also ran through a few other folks she's engaged these last few years....some showed promise, others were avoiders.  And the kiss avoiders did not go the distance with Mistress.

So what's your take dear readers..... why no kissing between JFK and the intern? And where does kissing rank on your deal makers or killers?

Happy Valentine's Day

Here in River City it's actually snowing this morning. We've had little of it this winter, so who can complain. But since Mistress has an early curtain call at work this morning, and her Slave wants to make sure he gets the chance to exercise his morning sex privileges, I may make this morning's entry brief.  One does have to prioritize.

But I did want to cover a few things....

First, Aisha pointed out yesterday that the UCTMW "hit counter" was blowing past 500,000 yesterday. Actually, there is a separate meter on the page in smaller print that passed 500,000 last week, and over at StatCounter the number is higher, and always inconsistent with what googles internal measurements show. So who knows?  It does amaze me that we get more than 1000 page views most days, about 600 unique visitors, and about 150 each day who are back again..... it reminds me of that old Film Noir cliche "move on, there's nothing to see here...."

What's more amazing is where all those readers come from. Yes, most are from the good old USA.  But we have regular "check-ins" from all across Europe, Asia, Russia, Australia, etc.   Who dat hunk anyone would be cruising to read about the adventures of the aging Mick and his lovely Mistress/ Slave wife.  Of course, it could be they are just searching for hot images to "inspire" them, and we share those from time to time too, don't we?  I do wish we'd get more commenters from all those lurkers though.  The comments are what keep us going here at the blog, even on cold snowy mornings.

We do try to make sure to post something everyday.... we'd hate to disappoint that guy from Kiev who wants to see what's happening at UCTMW when he logs in each morning at the Smoking Samovar Cyber Cafe and Stripper Lounge.  But sometimes that's a little tough. Like next week.... Mistress and Slave will be traveling to Europe ..... no not for a blog signing tour ..... but to visit our younger sullen teen, who had been "studying" there for the last 6 months. Hard to believe we've not seen her for that long.

Slave figures it may be hard to post from there, sharing a small apartment with her in one of Europe's romantic cities, so I've arranged for Donna, our Senior Correspondent to slide into the Executive Editor's seat for the week.... I;m sure you will enjoy her reporting.  Don't covet her though fellow bloggers when you go on your own holidays.  I made her sign a non-compete!

Finally, Valentine's Day greetings to all of you in sex blog land.  While I did arrange for something suitable to arrive at Mistress's office today, we are going to low key it here.  We'll take our V-Day dinner next week in Europe, on the one night we will be without our missing teen.  So tonight there may just be a trip to our gym, and a quiet romantic dinner in our once again empty nest.

Slave may even get lucky if he plays his cards right. I missed switch day on Sunday.... Maybe Mistress will give me a rain check!

A Little Too Busy Sunday

Thank goodness Mistress and Slave took the time Saturday night, after a movie with Mistress's Mother and step father, for some properly excessive sex.

Late into the evening she was riding my cock, re-enforced in its dimensions by the strategically placed aneros, through a series of exclamatory cums, before wearing her poor self out, and rolling over to let her Slave finish the job.  Fortunately, she gave me permission to come myself at first begging.

And we were able to engage in some satisfying comfort sex when I woke her at around 8 am Sunday morning.  But after that.....

She was off to the gym, and some nail appointments with the cute Co-Ed.  I was picking up my two grandsons for some play time back at our house. They are cute too, but managing two of them for an extended period is like herding coyotes. ANd we are still missing a helmet from a miniature lego version of Aneken Skywalker the 3 year old insisted on bringing with him.

We were hoping for a little down time in the late afternoon, but a trip to the Doctor with the teen had Mistress engaged until 5, then it was my job to return her to campus, a two hour round trip that got me home after 7 pm,

But by then, at least, the nest was empty again.

Ahhh, sweet privacy.

Slave made some dinner: a grilled flank steak and some sautéed spinach. and we settled into watching a movie we had been wanting to see before our upcoming trip to Europe.

Finally, a little shared relaxation after a little too much company this weekend at the World HQ.

As I was working on dinner, Mistress did pop open the laptop long enough to peruse some of the "fan mail" she'd received via Ashley Madison.

There were a few raised eyebrows of interest, and some hearty "ughs".

"Slave, why would someone who's trying to make a nice first impression immediately send you a picture of their cock?"

I looked over from the wok to confirm her description.  He laying back, face in the background, cock rising in the foreground like a war club.  I began to wonder how you would set up a shot like that.  Do you need help, or do did he have particularly dexterous toes to hold the camera and snap the shot?

"Maybe some women like the direct approach.... wonder what Riff Dog would say about that?"

Over at Collar Me, there were a few additional solicitations, including a dude from Louisiana who said the solution was simple: "Try Slavery... I could use a good pair of slaves."

Sorry. That seemed to far exceed Mistress's expression of interest in a "part time Dom", and might interfere with our work schedule a tad.

But now I'm having trouble getting Creedence Clearwater Revival  out of my head.

Mistress Goes Shopping

When your cute Co-Ed daughter comes home for a surprise weekend visit, you can't complain, right?

I mean it would be wrong to whine about the need to keep the bedroom door closed during moments of intimacy? To "tone it down". To work one's afternoon schedule around when she'll get home from that impromptu visit to Costco to stock up on unhealthy snack foods to feed the rest of her dorm.

Wouldn't it?

Mistress and Slave have gotten a little spoiled with our empty nest. But it's hard to tell an otherwise lovely daughter that she needs to make an advanced reservation to re-occupy her bedroom for a Friday and a Saturday night.

I guess we need to be grateful she did not make an unannounced appearance for the infamous "home cumming weekend".

Now that could have been really embarrassing.

And speaking about Mistress's roving eye and well honed sense of adventure, this weekend she was inspired by Riff Dog and his on again off-again blogging at Ashley and Me to open an exploratory account at "Ashley Madison". Oh, and to turn her "Collar-Me" account on too.  I mean Lent is approaching, and Mistress believes in"counter programming".

As she once said, "I don't understand this whole thing about 'giving stuff up for Lent',  Slave" -- not that she's a Catholic. "Life is too short for self-denial."

Who could argue with that?

So as I was sorting through my tax documents - wondering why I don't simply lay back and live off my "carried interest" like some Presidential candidates do - Mistress was sitting in the living room next to me, sorting through some of the strange responses she'd gotten to her rather provocative profile in the few hours that they had been up.

(We were in the living room rather than doing what would normally happen in our "Executive Suite" in deference to the cute Co-Ed, who apparently  thinks parents who hole up in their bedroom for an entire Saturday afternoon are a little odd.)

"here's one with a boat, Slave...."

"Maybe you could go down river and visit Aisha...."

"And one who says he has a private 'love nest'...."

"I guess that could be helpful when a cute co-ed shows up unannounced, and an orgy has been scheduled."

Mistress was a little confused by the "keys" some guys had sent to access their secret stash of hardly seductive photos and the ability to send and receive "cyber roses". Though I guess that could save a guy a few bucks on Valentine's Day.

Over at Collar Me, there was a guy on a Harley who expressed some interest in obtaining Slave's services.

Uhhh.... No.

And a persistent sub from a nearby suburb who apparently wants to be part of Mistress's stable of pampered Slaves.

"I guess he can't read that I'm looking for a part time Dom, one Slave is more than enough work."

Mistress does have exacting standards, as you would expect: Not too short; not too heavy; or too light for that matter.  Smoking is a problem. And grammar and spelling seem to be critical. It would be nice to demonstrate a little intellectual curiosity, as in having opened a book in the last year or so. And not to be too skittish in Mistress's sometimes intimidating presence. Tolerance is important, though being a Yellow Dog Democrat is hardly de riguer.

By the time Mistress had explored some options, sorting pretenders from contenders, both of us were a little horny.... and since the cute Co-ed seemed to be busy with the cats, we slid into our bedroom. First, a nap, then the plan was a little sundown sex before heading to a movie.

But alas, we were derailed. the nap lasted a little longer than expected, and the Co-ed had to deal with an unexpected medical issue that needed her doting parents' attention. So our late afternoon fun was aborted.

Ahhh, the burdens of parenting.


But don't feel too sorry for the Slave..... the movie did not last too long, and after we dropped off the folks who had joined us, there was still some life in Molly and Mick.

"Go put in your device, Slave....."

As I slid in the aneros that Mistress sometimes requires me to use, to assure a particularly hard cock, Mistress was back on Ashley Madison for a few minutes, showing me some of the latest arrivals in her in-box.

"Goodness, here's one all the way from Detroit, Slave...."


"Hmmm.... maybe it's Clint Eastwood."

In a few moments Mistress's lap-top was set aside, and Slave was using my lips and tongue to prime her pump.

"Go ahead, Slave. Make my day."