Hunkered Down

There's plenty of snow on the ground here, a big change since our last visit a few weeks back. And the ski slopes await us today. But yesterday we elected to do little of consequence and just enjoy some time here alone.

Of course, there was some cuddly wake-up sex. Then Mistress decided to join in a local Yoga session, just down the road at a former grade school now community center.

After I collected her (we wouldn't want her to catch a chill by walking), we picked out some new light fixtures from a local potter in the neighborhood, then called an electrician he recommended.

Amazingly, the electrician answered the phone and offered to come over and look at the project in an hour! This is a genuine rarity in a laid back community where "manana" is a watch cry, and the radio ad for one service provider ends with a bold promise: "We show up!"

Slave had just built a fire, and Mistress had switched to her nightie and was reading under a warm blanket on our couch. But with the electrician promising to come it presented a scheduling challenge:

"Sex now, Slave.... or do we wait until he's done?"

Of course, Mistress and Slave do not use "manana" as our watch cry, so we headed into the remote executive suite and engaged in some more raucous sex, which sent us both off to dreamland. Luckily I woke and struggled into my jeans just before the electrician arrived.

It turned our he couldn't do the work just then, but says he'll be back Monday. Hopefully we'll get fair warning!

One thing the local paper runs is a weekly summary of amusing "Police Blotter" reports - ranging from the comic to the bizzarre - with a year end summary. I saw the attached promo in this week's edition, which leads me to conclude that there are some latent kinksters out here in the high desert too:

The fine print reads:

October 20, 2012
 4:30 pm. Miscellaneous, Civic Plaza Drive -- Caller reported that he was "playing around with his wife" and he couldn't get the handcuffs off. Caller requested to borrow the keys from the police.

Finally, Not in Kansas Anymore

Mistress and Slave finally made it to our mountain Hideaway, where we hope to hang out for the next ten days or so. Our cute Co-Ed will be joining us next week, having dodged at least one way of that long road trip with the excuse of wanting to spend the New Year with some friends back in River City.

And we didn't give her much of an argument about that, since we will certainly take full advantage of some private time here!

Even that long slog through the back roads of Western Kansas and Eastern Colorado was fun for us. Mistress reading or talking to friends. Slave zoning out on the lovely scenery and the music on our I-Pod.  Maybe this should be our next career. Do you think we could get Hitachi to pay us to be itinerant sex bloggers, sort of kinky Charles Keraults?

"I bet we may be the only adults to have sex twice within 12 hours in Russell, KS for many years, Mistress."

"You may be right Slave...."

This brought up the image of Liddy and Bob Dole going at it.

Let's not go there.

In any event, we can't help but have fun crossing America and burrowing into some of those less beaten paths. And now I know where to call in the event of a bait emergency:

 

We hope our readers and friends enjoy what's left of the holidays. We certainly plan to do just that!

Road Warriors

Mistress and Slave came to ground last night in Russell, Kansas, home of former US Senators Bob Dole and Arlen Specter. Senator Specter, of course, was famous for imagining the "magic bullet" theory to explain the assasination of JFK, as a staffer on the Warren Commission. Bob Dole, was famous for being grumpy, and referring to himself in the third person, like "Bob Dole is tired of Democrat Wars."

Snap Quiz: which one of those Senators  fathers ran a creamery and which one ran a junk yard?

In any event, we were proud of our clever and resourceful decision to hit the road at 3:30 am in order to avoid the full blast of that blizzard, even though we caught it's tail on a long slog through central Indiana and Illinois. But the sun was out once we crossed the mighty Mississippi, and that re-energized us.

Treating ourself to what surely is the finest hotel room between Salina, Kansas and the Colorado Border, we rested a bit, then mozied down to Russell's finest restaurant and lounge, a brightly lit repository of some whale size steaks and an all you can eat salad bar.

And looking around the room, you could see what happens if you eat too many of those steaks.

"These people are pretty big, Slave...."

Yup. Lots of men (and women) who had no trouble filling out their XXL overalls, some with Camo designs, some in a more fashionable  basic blue denim.

After eating more than our fill, we lumbered back to our room in the cold, and demonstrated that even after a day on the road, and very full tummies, Mistress and Slave can have some steamy sex in a cozy hotel room without anyone holding a shotgun to our heads.

Luckily, the nightlife here in Russell did not tempt us away from our toasty bed, and we slept a very long time.

But there should be time for some wake - up sex here in a moment, before we sidle up the the all-you-can eat omelet bar in the lobby of our hotel.

The car may need new shocks by the time we hit our hideaway this evening!

Report from the Westbound Escape Pod

Mistress and Slave were so desperate to blow the River City scene  that.....

Monitoring the weather reports we saw an approaching snow storm and almost cancelled Christmas dinner at our house so we could escape before snowmageddon collapsed our window of opportunity to head West.

But Sin will be happy to know we did not completely blow off our familial duties. Slave visited his grumpy mother, and we served dinner to a group of family members, including my smoked Salmon and Mistress's lasagna. And I did have the opportunity to frolic with my two cute grandsons.

Then, as the window of opportunity closed, we slept only a few hours and then hopped out of bed at 3 am to hit the highway.

Even then we spent about 3 hours in a virtual white out lumbering along at 35 MPH or so through Central Indiana and Illinois before the snow stopped as we approached St. Louis.  Now Mistress is at the controls of the escape pad as we head toward Kansas.

I'm thinking we find a cozy refuge in Bob Dole's home town at around dinner time, and spend some quality time between the sheets to celebrate our liberation and lucky escape!