HNT / More on Presidential Kissing

Mistress and Slave were back in a more salacious groove yesterday. Of course, there was ample time for some toasty morning sex, and I didn't even have to resort to my JFK accent to get any action. (Believe me, it's worked on occasion. )

And after work, there was no big rush to make dinner, so Slave requested a worship opportunity, made all the more convenient by the access provided by Mistress's peek-a-boo tights.  Mistress even indulged her Slave's request to duck her after my lips and tongue had given her a gratifying starter cum as she laid back across our bed.

When the dust finally settled, I took a few photos of her, and am mixing in some from a week or so ago.  I must say I relish those lovely curves and shapes that her body forms as she lies across our bed in the UCTMW Executive suite.  The possibilities seem endless.

Now back to some of the comments yesterday on JFK, his young intern, Mimi Alford,  and the absence of kissing in that "relationship".  Many of you commented that the absence if kissing would be a death knell for a come on, even from the "World's Most Powerful Leader". (Presuming that power is in direct proportion to the nuclear arsenal at your disposal, I suppose).

And I would certainly agree with that take: I can't imagine a sexual liaison that does not begin with a kiss.

As one of you commented, the absence of a kiss prior to sex is more in the nature of the relationship between a hooker and her "John".  But here, it was JFK who apparently avoided the kissing -- in this analogy was he the Prostitute, and was the intern is customer?  No that was not the power dynamic.

Mistress and I talked a little more about it last night as she added details to the story from the book as she read it on her kindle.

"So at this point Slave.... JFK asks her to give his buddy Dave Powers a blow job next to the White House pool, because he'd had a stressful day...."

"And does she do it...?"

 I'm thinking no, she rebels, draws a line. Not some 19 year old prep school girl from a "good family going down on her 45 year old lover's crony. (the guy with JFK in the hat).

"She does it, Slave...."

Uggh. I'm kind of disappointed in her.  You can see the fascination with JFK.... but his Irish drinking buddy?  Then it dawned on me....

"Maybe this was a primitive D/s relationship, Mistress.... with her getting off on being humiliated by her dominant lover.... forced not only to do the sex acts that he demanded from her.... but also to service a friend in his presence for his pleasure".

Love to hear what our submissive female readers react to this theory.

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.