Keeping the Torch Lit

The balancing of getting kids off to college, work and trying to get some exercise here in River City may have cramped Mick's blogging this week, but I can reassure you that Mistress and Slave have done their best to keep  our usually robust sex life from flickering out. Unlike the folks in London, we are determined not to let the flame die.

So last night we had an unexpected opportunity and grabbed it.

One daughter made plans for dinner with a friend.  The other had a friend over. That meant we had some time to ourselves.  Some pre-dinner worship by Slave got us both in the mood for a main course in lieu of the dinner we had planned o prepare for the four of us.

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

She was referring to the aneros, which had been gathering some dust on the bathroom shelf crying out for some lubricant.

After inserting it at her direction, and feeling that little jolt to my work-a-day cock, Slave returned to the bed for further proceedings, which culminated in me begging for her permission to cum, but only after I made sure she'd enjoyed one or two more herself.

It definitely was wise to take our opportunity when presented, because this morning we had to get up and out the door before 7 am for one of those infernal breakfast meetings which only the earnest business Herrs and Fraus of River City seem to schedule.

That means Slave has been pining for Mistress and some sexual release since last evening. And now Mistress is over at her lover J's house for a little "visit".  She says she won't be too late.... but I suspect Slave will be expected to keep his own powder dry this evening.

Fortunately, there are no early breakfast meetings tomorrow for either of us.

Countdown....

We're letting you down, blog-o-verse. 

Molly and Mick have been in a rather dull routine of getting kids ready to leave for college, work, and, last night, joining some of Mistress's clients at a local tennis tournament. By the time we got home after 11 pm, neither one of us had the moxie for any sexual adventures.

Of course, there has been wake-up sex here at the UCTMW World HQ. But the close proximity of our sleeping children and the deck that needed a second coat of stain / sealer here cramped our Sunday Switch day stylings.

My other problem..... an addiction to the political news as the Presidential campaign in the states heats up. It's hard for me to tear myself away from the morning commentary, news and polling data to entertain you with our smutty musings.

But there is light at the end of the tunnel, we hope, and not just an oncoming train.

On Saturday we drop our cute Co-Ed off at her campus, just an hour up the road.

Then a week from this evening, we will be taking the sullen teen on the longer journey to her college on the east coast.

The nest will be empty again!!!!!

In the meantime, we will try to keep things a float here as best we can.

Mistress is invited over to J's love nest tomorrow evening for a little mid-week sleepover.  She seemed a little reluctant.  "I feel kind of guilty with the kids so close to leaving again...."

But I reassured her.

"Do you think they'd feel guilty if something more entertaining came up for them than hanging in the same house as their boring parents?"

Hardly.  I think they are both looking forward to their restored unsupervised independence.

As are their parents!

Slacker Reports for Duty

Our Senior Correspondent, who has been "free lancing" in parts unknown of late, surprised me with the following post over the weekend.  Maybe she's finally thinking about that lush year end bonus!

 

Well, it seems this Senior Correspondent for UCTMW has been slacking a bit. Okay, I’ve been slacking a great deal with the blog lately, but I’ve been keeping busy with a few other things.

I have been working with Claire Thompson, doing both beta and editing work on her latest book, The Story of Owen: One Man’s Submissive Journey, which was just released last week. You can read both the blurb and an excerpt at Claire’s website, if you like:  http://www.clairethompson.net/thestoryofowen.php .

To give you a hint, it’s the story of a man who has lived a vanilla existence, always knowing he needed something more – something different, but not able to pursue it. When Owen reaches the point he is ready to explore his submissive side, a friend gives him the business card of a Professional  Dominatrix and all kinds of things unfold from there. 

While this book has something to make every kinkster’s heart go pitter-pat, for those into sado-masochism I’ll share that one section I particularly enjoyed has predicament bondage with a cock and ball pillory. I also liked the bondage and flogging, but you may already know that’s a personal favorite for me.  

A unique thing about Claire is that she actually lives the lifestyle. She has been part of the BDSM community for many years and knows what she’s writing about. The book is erotic fiction, of course, but Claire keeps things in the realm of reality. Speaking of realism, see the headboard on the cover there? That is the very same style headboard Bill and I have on our bed. That, used in conjunction with the matching foot board, is perfect for handcuffing and bondage and all kinds of fun!

While I may be a slacker with the blog, I am never a lazybones when it comes to our sex life. One morning  last week I was getting ready to ask Bill about an interesting anal toy I had spotted on-line, but just then he decided there was something more important I could do with my mouth. He doesn’t like me to talk with my mouth full, especially when it’s filled with his cock or balls, so first I bestowing loving attention, licks, slurps and good morning kisses to his balls and moved on to licking and sucking on his cock with enough enthusiasm to bring him to the point of making all those beautiful, deep, male cumming noises. Then we talked about the toy pictured here.

It’s the Vibrating Anal Cone from Blush Novelties. See how it has that corkscrew look to it? I was thinking that on those days when you just know you’re going to get screwed over at work, you could wear one of these and know that at least part of the screwing you were getting was of your own choosing.  And it’s available at Amazon. Who knew?

Donna
Senior Correspondent

Nirvana in the Executive Suite

For a couple addicted to both sex and politics it really couldn't get much better than yesterday morning here at the UCTMW World HQ.

We woke to the big political news of the day, mining the internet, twitter and facebook for all the gossip of the new VP candidate on the GOP side. Picking the  Wisconsin wunderkind best known for his cutmageddon budget plan had the Republican faithful in the type of  fawning tizzy not seen since Bob Dole picked Jack Kemp to put a little juice in his campaign in 1996.

Even J got into the act, texting with both of us about the big news, and pointing out Ryan's uncanny resemblance to this 60's era TV star:

Actually, I think we were all a little sad that J wasn't there to join the fun.  Mistress reported that  J was pining for her to spend the night on Friday, when she dragged herself out of bed at about 10:15 pm, making sure she got home before the kids and I returned from the football game. It would have been a little hard to explain why Mom was out so late on a Friday night if we had arrived home to any empty house. Indeed, I made sure we stayed a little longer into garbage time in the 4th quarter to assure there would be no "hard to explain" questions asked if we got home to a missing Mom.

As the moment for the big Ryan roll-out approached on Saturday morning, we realized the window for wake-up sex would be closing soon, so the computers were tucked away, and Slave got down to worshiping those clean shaven folds that had seen plenty of action the evening before over at J's love shack.

"My back's a little sore, Slave, so go easy on me....."

"Too much cock riding?"

"Could be....."

Awww.... poor Mistress.

After we both enjoyed the fruits of our Saturday morning engagement, it was back to the TV . The ponderous musical selection seemed to spring from the golden trumpet of the Angel Moroni himself.  Someone tweeted that it was actually the theme from that old movie "Air Force One."  Sadly, Harrison Ford was not in the house to make the whole enterprise look "presidential".

We were amused when, in his effort to show enthusiasm, the former Massachusetts Governor and personal savior of the Olympic movement (with plenty of our tax dollars) introduced his newly anointed running mate as "the next President of the United States...."

"Is he already throwing in the towel .... and launching Ryan's 2016 campaign?"

But once the actual bloviating began, we'd had enough. We were off on a nice morning bikeride, after which Mistress took the girls on a "back to college" shopping binge. Slave had his work cut out restaining and sealing our deck.  Every now and then I have to switch to field slave duties.

It wasn't until around 4 pm that we were able to reunite in the Executive Suite. Luckily, both girls had plans and we had no schedule. We settled in for a long late afternoon nap, followed by some more worship and fucking, with no political news to distract us.

Nice. Very nice.

Later we took dinner at a new hipster Taco joint in an old city neighborhood , with a southwest ambiance that will be the closest thing to our mountain hideaway we will see this month. We had hoped J could join us, but he got sucked into helping his parents move this weekend.  But that did get us into some "cuckold / threeway" protocol issues.

"J says he let slip to his Mom that he's  seeing "someone", and now his Mom says he should bring that "someone" over to meet them, Slave...."

Dinner with the boyfriend's parents? Now that would be interesting.

"That's OK by me, Mistress....."

"The problem is, how to explain all this.... he says they are pretty conservative and might not get the 'she's married but it's ok with her husband' thing....."

"Ahhhh..... that could be a little dicey....."

"J says his Mom would immediately start asking all sorts of questions.... and it is a small town....."

Yes, it is. Too many connections that cam easily be made. As our kids would say.... "awkward."

Somehow J will have to finesse this for a while with Mom and Dad.  Do any of our readers have any tips on how to deal with this delicate issue of social protocol? Is there a potential kinky version of  "Meet the Parents" in all this?

Should I send a letter to Dear Abby? Or Miss Manners?