The Co-Ed Has Landed

We've had two great ski days here at the mountain hideaway, though its been a little cold overnight: 8 below at sunrise these last two mornings. But the southwest sun lights things up nicely, warming our days and making the slopes tolerable if you bundle up nicely.

Then last night, Mistress and Slave slogged down to the airport (a 3 hour drive) to pick up our cute Co-Ed who will join us for a few days of skiing and eating at some of her favorite local joints.

It means Mistress and Slave will have to tone things down a bit.

"Remember to close the bedroom door, Slave....."

"Yes, Mistress....."

In the meantime, we're a little worried about the WC who has a bit of a medical relapse. Maybe he's done a little too much heavy lifting (or chicken choking?) over the holidays. If he's not careful, I;m going to force hime to undergo an IME from UCTMW's new medical director / soothsayer, who touts himself as a "Physical Pain & Emotional Trauma Relief Specialist" who no doubt can get to the bottom of this new development. So you better be careful, big guy! Get some rest and make someone else do the cooking and driving until you heal properly!

Happy New Year!

Mistress and Slave had what amounted to an almost pure day of rest yesterday, as snow gently fell here on our high desert hideaway.

While Molly did catch that 9 am Yoga class, after she was done channeling all that positive energy, she adjourned to our couch in front of a glowing fireplace for some reading, napping, reading, and napping.

Slave was happy to join in.

Then, at around 6:30 pm we bundled up and trundled down through the snow to a local restaurant in the neighborhood that had a romantic fixed menu New Year's Eve dinner for all of us locals brave enough to wander out into the cold.

Bubbly was consumed, and we struck up a conversation with none other than "Mattress Mary" and her artist husband. Mary has been mentioned here before - she runs a local mattress / furnishings store that advertises on the solar radio station where she also does occasional movie reviews. We toasted the memory of her dog Molly, who famously disappeared in August from the place she was boarded while Mary was off on a buying trip to the Big Apple.

She's hoping Molly was taken for a stray by some loving passers by and now has a new home. (As opposed to being eaten by bears or flattened by a semi).

It's always fun to make new friends on New Year's Eve!

On the walk home,  snow still falling, we strolled by the local Catholic Church, where Mass was just letting out and the parishioners were wishing the Padre a happy anno nuevo.

We agreed it was one of our nicest New Year's Eves ever. We hope yours was a good one too, compadres!

Now for some wake-up sex and  deep powder skiing!

Still Horny After All These Years

Mistress and Slave have settled into a very comfortable two-a-day sexual routine here in the high desert, where right now a light and fluffy snow is falling. (Better to provide a cushion if we fall off that over-hyped fiscal cliff tonight?)

Yesterday was a relaxing one for us: morning sex, then several hours of lolling about the cabin as Slave watched  some meaningless football, and Mistress plowed through a book.

I was a little disappointed as the NFL chips fell and it became apparent that my Pussycats would be playing in Houston rather than New England this coming weekend.  Mistress and I were contemplating some sexy stakes to bet against Suzanne, Jay and Tammy over at All Mine in the event her Pats and my 'Gals had that momentous confrontation in the "wild card" round.

Oh well, maybe next year.  I don't think it's very likely the Pussycats will make it past both Houston and then the WC's Donkeys to the AFC Championship game.

At some point in early afternoon, we rallied for a cold weather, high altitude bike ride, all bundled up for temperatures at around 30 degrees. It was definitely a challenge, but we survived, ending up both sweaty and freezing by the time we slid into our snow covered drive. Then it was time for a nap, some afternoon sex, and a dinner date with some old friends from Oklahoma at an old Cantina in town, where some laid back jazz was provided by a local combo.

Both of our friends are retired from higher ed. But, amazingly, they drove out here with her parents, both in their early 90's. The close confines of an 18 hour car ride, and an overheated condo had given them a bad dose of cabin fever, so they were happy to ditch their elderly companions for an evening out with us.

They did share an amusing tale: At Christmas her Mother (the one in the early 90's) quieted the crowd with notice of an important announcement: was it plans to move into assisted living, or pass on their ample firearms collection to those more capable of a straight shot?

No, she proclaimed to all, including her grandchildren:

"I'm 93 .... and I still get horny!"

Now those are encouraging words for a sex blogger heading toward mid-60's!

Happy New Year to all of our friends, followers and lurkers!  May 2013 cum early and often for all of you, with or without a fiscal cliff to tumble down!

Ski Day

After some lovely wake-up sex here in our Mountain Hideaway, Mistress and Slave braved the crowds of Texans on Christmas break and headed to the up to the slopes on Saturday morning to exploit one of those beautiful sunny ski days.

We skied until the sun slipped below the ridge line, and the chill of a 10 degree day had its effect on fingers and toes. Then we stuck around at the Lodge a little later than normal to listen to some local musicians and enjoy some apres ski beverages.

By the time we pulled back into our snow covered "driveway", the sun was down and the Western sky was afire with those lovely reds and purples. We slipped into bed for a quick nap, bodies fried, rallying 90 minutes or so later to build a fire and fix a simple dinner. Slave enjoyed snuggling against Mistress who was too tired to strip of those sexy black ski tights.

It seemed we left all of our energy on the slopes.

And this morning, this pampered house slave's body is aching from every muscle. It almost feels like Mistress had me plow the back forty yesterday.

Maybe I need to call the rather odd, long bearded fellow we met at a picnic table outside the Espresso hut yesterday. We got talking - he lives in the neighborhood and his wife said she teaches yoga. Then he slipped me his card, muttering something about "healing."

It turns out that he is a "manual therapist and gifted clairvoyant", as well as a "Physical Pain & Emotional Trauma Release Specialist." Here is his web site: http://www.khalsahealth.com/.

When I showed Mistress his card we got talking about the scope of the services he was offering.

"So he can manipulate your back and predict the future all in one session, Mistress...."

I suppose you could save cash and time by consolidating massage and soothsayer appointments.

"Do you think there is a "clairvoyant" trade association that licenses him? And provides CCE?"

It did give us an idea though. If we sign this guy up to treat the UCTMW staff, maybe we could save money on those skyrocketing Worker's Comp premiums that the WC has been generating.

"Better yet, let's have him interview staff members before we hire them. He could predict which ones are inclined to crash their bikes during phone sex, or let their cocks get frostbite. "

I'll be giving this guy a call today.