Wake-Up Sex Interruptus

Mistress and Slave were deep into the denouement of our wake-up sex on Saturday morning when my cell phone rang.

The cell phone on the dresser across the room.

Now normally Slave and Mistress simply ignore such aural distractions, like I try to ignore the cat crawling across my back when I am grazing betwixt Mistress's shapely thighs.

But I had a feeling that this was my adult daughter, calling about arrangements for me to collect my cute grandsons later in the AM and take them swimming at our athletic club.  And since she's one of those contrarian millenials who has no cell phone and relies on a land line, I knew I had to pick up or maybe miss her all together once she left the house.

Mistress was none too happy when I ceased my plunging into those delightful clean shaven folds to take this call, though she understood once I provided an explanation. Sure enough, it was my daughter and we established our co-ordiantes quickly, with minimal small talk.

And I was extremely fortunate that Mistress welcomed me back into her arms (and folds), my cock still amply attuned to resuming its prior activity con mucho gusto.  After all, she'd already had at least two cums. She might have deferred me to later, I suppose.

Once we had resumed, I commented on the unfortuante interruption.

"Do you think it occurs to a 34 year old woman with 2 kids that when she calls her 62 year old Dad at 9 am, be might be having sex with his wife?"

"I doubt it Slave.... we probably have more sex than they do."

She's probably right. Slave is a lucky guy after all.

Speaking of luck, well the WC's Donkeys ran out of it last night. I watched that entertaining game until shortly after halftime, when the Broncos were up against the dreaded Crows 28-21, after two kick returns for TDs.

No way PFM loses at home with that type of an assist from his special teams, right?

We go to see Zero Dark Thirty (an amazing movie BTW) and get home at around 10 pm . I check ESPN. Incredibly, they tell me that the Mile High team ends up losing in double overtime. Did they all light up some of that newly legalized ganja on the sidelines after that kick-off return to start the 2nd half? Were they all humming "Rocky Mountain High" rather than listening to PFM bark audibles? I mean,  that is a collapse that only my Pussycats could pull off!

Miguel, I'm thinking the Donkeys  might have been better off keeping Tim Tebow, who got them through at least one play-off game last year, right?

Did the Good Lord intervene and punish John Elway last night for forsaking his chosen one?

Better luck next season, WC. Maybe the good Lord will have bigger equines to fry. (or would it be send to the glue factory?)

Back to a Confining Routine

Suzanne over at All Mine will be happy to know that Mistress has me back in my cage today.

We've been back in River City for just short of  48 hours now. There has been time for a few rolls in the hay to take the edge off that long sex-less road trip across the High Plains of Colorado and Kansas, and the Prairies and rolling hills of Missouri, Illinois and Indiana.

But last night, on a drive home in the rain after our long back to work day, Mistress announced that she'd been invited over to Jay's house for a glass of wine after work today.

"I hope you don't mind, but he seems to have missed me.  Consider it a mission of mercy."

"No problem, Mistress."

"And, since you'll be driving alone tomorrow, you will be wearing your cage."

I suppressed a groan.

"Yes, Mistress.... that's your call."

"And it may seem unfair, but I want you to go straight home. No diversions....."

"Yes, Mistress....."

So this AM, after several weeks of being spoiled, Slave had to scrunch into that tight steel ring. Fortunately, Mistress did allow me to make love to her before we showered and she closed the lock on my little container for the day.

Let's hope she doesn't stay out too late tonight.

Dispatch from the Road

Sadly, the motel where we came to ground last night in Independence , MO had only the tradionatl 2 bed set up.  And while our cute Co-Ed seems to sleep soundly, I was a little sheepish about showing me devotion to Mistress's clean shaven folds when I woke early this AM.

So the draught goes on.... at least until we can in good faith claim its time for bed in the executive suite in River City this evening.

So rather than provide you with anything provoctive, I will share some clips that I had slipped to one side on my laptop screen:

Here's one about a Canadian writer who won the "coveted" bad sex writing award for 2012.
http://artsbeat.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/12/05/canadian-wins-uncoveted-bad-sex-in-fiction-award/

No, of course it wasn't our friend Sin, who has a much more measured approach to her use of colorful adjectives.

And there is this one about a red faced Brent Mussberger, still calling football games at age 73, who went on a little too long on Monday night about the Miss Alabama who dates the QB of the Alabama Crimson Tide:

http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/early-lead/wp/2013/01/08/espn-apologizes-for-brent-musburgers-comments-about-katherine-webb/?hpid=z4

What's great about the article is it's "tutt-tutt" tone, while treating us to a photo of the dishonored lady in her bikini.  Thank you for sharing, Washington Post.

But I must say that the saccarine tone of the ABC / ESPN coverage on Monday night made me miss Howard Cosell all the more.

Ouch

Slave is still licking the psychic wounds generated by the butt kicking suffered by my alma mater at the hands of the Crimson Tide last night. We did have an enjoyable time sharing our pain at the local radio station / bar with several like minded fans, including the notorious Mattress Mary, who considers herself one of the University's "subway alumni".

If there was a hound's tooth fedora available, I suppose I'd have to eat it!

But life goes on, and there's another season ahead.

Now Slave, Mistress and the cute Co-Ed are driving across the endless high plains of Kansas, unsure whether we'll make it to Missouri before we call it quits for the night.

It could be a sad, sexless night unless we can find a hotel with a suite like arrangement along the way. Though maybe we could persuade the Co-Ed to run an important errand for 30 mintues or so?

Unlikely.

So think of the horror of Mistress and Slave going nearly 48 hours without conjugal bliss.

That's even more discouraging than a final score of 42-14.