Together Again for the First Time

Molly and Mick finally made it to our mountain hideaway here in the shadow of the Sangre de Christo Mountains not long after dusk last evening. We were treated to an amazing sunset over the last hour of our drives bathing the mountains and sky in the colors of a rusty rainbow.

The drive reminded us of our early days when we started this blog about 3 years ago. Pictures we used then led to some comments from Miguel, our less than productive Western Correspondent, with a masturbatory bent that leads to purchases of lubricants in bulk quantities.

f you followed us here, you know that over the months that followed, Mistress and our WC developed a bit of a thing for one another, featuring much abuse of Mistress's hitachi, and lots of fantasies about whether she would ever become personally familiar with his special occasion cock, and its legendary dimensions. It was a unique "romance" spawned and nourished by the blog-o-verse.

She wheedled him with various offers to visit us here, only 5 hours down the road. Or maybe "hook up" in some neutral location.  But Mike's sense of honor and a busy gold and home schedule always seemed to get in the way. So, as you know, Mistress's eye began to wander and she found herself in a series of ongoing adventures with a collection of longer and shorter term lovers (no, that was not a cock size joke in the making).

Truth be told, we had our doubts about whether the WC would actually show up for our lunch appointment yesterday. The last time we were in the area he had "inadvertently" left his cell phone at home.

So we were pleasantly surprised when he appeared at the appointed time and place, a sea food restaurant of his selection.

And we were very happy to finally meet him in the flesh.

I could tell that Mistress was particularly charmed to finally meet the guy who had talked her out of her undies on so many occasions from afar.  And after I returned to the table after a brief conference call, she announced that they had reached an agreement:

"Mike says were actually going to fuck someday."

Of course, there was no date or location designated.  I tried to be helpful.

"Our rental has a big trunk, and a back seat that folds down.... there should be enough space.... I can move it to a secluded corner of the parking lot....."

"Ewww .... too messy slave..... and sordid.  This deserves more atmosphere....."

"How about I block the door of the men's room for 5 minutes. would that work, just by way of introduction?"


Of course, they looked at me like I was crazy. But Mistress did invite WC to slip away this weekend to visit us here..... or to come with his Wife, the long suffering Beth with the nasty strap-on, and celebrate New Year's Eve with us.

Our guess is that we will not see them here anytime soon. I did suggest that this summer Mistress and I might come back to Denver for a visit to Scarlett ranch with Mike and Beth.

"I could get some foam in Beth's eye and distract her, while you and Molly head off to some secluded tent... would that work?"

Somehow I have my doubts that this new agreement will come to fruition anytime soon. But it did seem to change Mistress's mind about our corporate austerity plan .... despite the high overhead and low productivity, she announced as we were leaving that my decision to close the Mountain Zone HQ was reversed.  Mike didn't have to turn in his keys and AmEx card after all!

And they did spend some time quenching the WC's unnatural curiosity about Mistress's Cougar Week adventures and where the group of contenders now stand.  (More on that later.) Naturally, Mike seems to find fault with all of them, particularly when it comes to cock dimensions.

Now, with a new lease on his branch office, and a reprieve from the pink slip, do you think we can expect any chart topping smut from the WC anytime soon, or will he still try to peddle his "work product" over to our competitors at ALL Mine?

UCTMW Corporate Announcement

Denver.   Molly Collins, CEO and Publisher of UCTMW Enterprises, Inc., a multinational, multi-media conglomerate announced today that despite recent reports to the contrary, the Company would continue to operate our of its Mountain Zone branch office.

"At a time when even Rupert Murdoch and the News Corporation are retrenching, here at UCTMW we have a commitment to our dozens of readers and our highly skilled, if less than productive staff to provide the highest quality of low brow sex blog journalism. We can't do that without a visible and active  presence in a significant media and sexually deviant market like Denver."

Mick Collins, Editor and Corporate Controller noted that "despite rumors on some competting blogs, we have decided to retain UCTMW's Western Correspondent, who's infrequent yet stirring reportage has been a favorite of some of our less discriminating readers.... we understand that even high quality journalists have to pander every now and then."

In response to questioning, Ms. Collins denied that the decision to continue operations at the Company's Mountain Zone branch office had anything to do with assurances by the Company's Western Correspondent that someday at an undisclosed time and location, he might ultimately demonstrate for her the full dimensions of the so called "special occasion cock."

Heading West

Mistress and Slave are heading west this morning to the Mile High City. Our plan is to perform a snap inspection of the UCTMW Western HQ and collect the keys and company AMEx card from our erstwhile Western Correspondent. Although we've spent a lot of time conversing with him via email, text and telephone, and Mistress had her moments of cuber bliss with him over the years, we've actually never seen Miguel in the flesh.

Not for lack of trying, we might add.

I note that Mistress has dolled herself up nicely for the occasion, with those sext tights, a mid thigh skirt, and some sexy ankle boots.

We have the co-ordinates for our lunch down, and look forward to reporting to you all later this week.

I might add that Slave is a tad horny this morning. You see Mistress had a late night rendezvous with Mr. Perfect Cock in our bedroom, as Slave slept down the hall. I'll also report more on that later. But duffice it to say Mistress is a little sleepy.

"It seemed we fucked most of the night, Slave.... I'll need to catch up on my sleep on the plane."

K seemed pleased with the coffee service and other hospitality I provided this am. And I must say I slept pretty well..... I caught some of the pre-midnight moaning of delight from Mistress, but slept through the early morning re-match.

More later, since they're calling our flight now.

Dinner With Mr. Perfect Cock

Before we get into Mistress's strategy for avoiding Sunday NFL widowhood, let me address Friday evening. You may recall the plan whereby Slave would make dinner for a certain would be Dom who was going to come over and cast his spell on Mistress?

Well Mr. Would be Dom had a last minute "scheduling snafu" that forced him to cancel on Mistress late Friday afternoon. It left her wondering if he was yet another guy who likes to talk big via email, text and telephone, but gets cold feet when it comes time to deliver. Somehow I think he may have trouble getting back onto Mistress's busy schedule anytime soon.

But I threw cold water on her initial  thought of posting a bitchy blog on the theme of "I'm done with these assholes once and for all", because I had a feeling she might have a change of heart once the prospect of an eager and earnest cock popped up on the horizon.

And, sure enough, by Saturday morning, when texts from "Mr. Perfect Cock" (aka, K) began to arrive wondering how her weekend was going and if she might be interested in a visit, she suddenly reconsidered that resolution.

"So , remind me, what's our plan for Sunday, Slave?"

I mentioned my hopes of watching the late afternoon showdown from Mitt Romney's new hometown between the Pussycats and the Bolts.

"Maybe we invite K over for dinner, Slave? He says he'd like to meet you."

"I'm happy to do the cooking, Mistress."

So Slave went to the grocery, and did a little leaf raking early Sunday, while Mistress spent some platonic afternoon time with J and his son, who has now moved into the former "Love Shack". Then we both met back at the UCTMW World HQ for a nap before the evening's festivities.

K arrived at half time in the Pussycats game, after Slave had prepped for dinner.

In physical terms, he was exactly as Mistress advertised: about 6' 1" or so, very fit, and Abercrombie Model handsome.

I can see why Mistress was smitten in a sort of little girl in a candy shop sort of way. And since he's almost 20 years younger than old Mick, well, he seemed more like a potential son-in-law to me than a contemporary.

There was that slightly awkward moment when Slave opened the door to greet him. He had that look in the eye that suggested he figured there was a not inconsiderable chance I had a chain saw hidden behind my back.

But we overcame that as he saw Mistress seated on the couch, looking Sunday jeans casual. And I poured them both a glass of wine, then say down again to watch the 2nd half.  There were a few awkward moments when Mistress speculated aloud that maybe K would prefer to watch the game with me rather than adjourn to her boudoir for something less passive and more physical. (It was pretty obvious to me what K had in mind, though he may have been a tad reluctant to say so in mixed company).

So I made an excuse to go grab another bottle of wine from the basement to let her close that deal. Sure enough, I was coming back up the stairs when I heard Mistress call out "We'll be just upstairs, Slave....."

This allowed Slave to enjoy the game - a nifty come from behind win in the final minutes affair for the River City team - knowing that Mistress was hardly getting bored.

I did feel a little intrusive when - the game over and Slave getting hungry - I called upstairs to suggest it might be time to eat soon. It was approaching 8 pm by then, and I had heard nothing from them tad an occasional groan of floor board or moan of delight from Mistress once I had turned off the TV.

Mistress called back and asked how much time they had.  I suggested 15 minutes, hoping that would allow the Perfect Cock time to bring things to a suitable climax. I mean they'd been at it for at least an hour already, right?

But ultimately they did re-emerge, Mistress now in a silky cream colored robe. (I forgot to check to see if there were any undies underneath).

At dinner, K was the perfect guest - cleaning his plate and asking for 2nds. He had worked up an appetite, and a chef always likes to see his art appreciated.

And it turns out he's not nearly as dull and full of himself as his informal title might suggest, despite the protestations from the WC.

He's an engineer for a local company, played NCAA hockey for one of those well known east coast programs, and can talk about cooking, architecture and other suitable topics, though he seems a tad clueless in the political realm.And he still plays hockey in a local men's league.

He is quiet though. "Taciturn" was the word I would use. But not in a bad way. More in that Gary Cooper kind of way. It could be  his Danish family background.

I let the two of them talk after dinner as I did the clean up.  And after he left, Mistress had good reviews for their evening together.

"I did a lot of cock riding Slave....."

"And I'll bet lots of cums too?"

"Yes..... he says I'm the most attractive woman he's been with...."

"That doesn't surprise me in the least, Mistress....."

"He is kind of perfect, Slave.... his body is rather amazing.... he's in great shape."

That does sound like a nice alternative to watching NFL football, doesn't it?