Powder Day

The snow kept falling up on our local ski mountain all through Saturday and most of Sunday, leaving behind a total of about 27 much needed  inches over the three day of this lovely storm. By 8 am the parade of cars from all the local "powder hounds" was streaming past our little hideaway.

But as savvy skiers, we knew there was no rush. It would take more than a few hours for the intrepid ski patrollers to blast away potential snow slides to make the mountain safe for skiers. So we spent a little more quality time in our little chunk of paradise. Mistress was pleased when she saw me pull out and plug in the spare power tool we keep here for just such occasions. And it seemed to have an even more potent (and speedy) impact on her clean shaven folds. Soon it was she who was asking permission to cum. Who would I be to deny her the pleasure of a power assisted release of all that sexual energy?

After some time in front of the fire, we headed up the mountain. The crowds and powder were thick, and the snow was damp and heavy on our legs, after 9 consecutive days of skiing. So we made it a shorter day than typical.... "why kill ourselves on the last day of the trip" seemed to be our attitude.

Of course, that left more time for some final R & R here in the hideaway. The fire was blazing, Mistress and Slave got in a final afternoon nap. And just before sunset the sun finally popped out from the crowds, lighting up the mountain that had been hidden by snow clouds for three days:

Sadly, we head back to River City today, where they've had their latest snowmageddon over the weekend. Somehow snow is not the same there, where it backs up traffic and covers sidewalks rather than creates recreational and agricultural opportunity!

So I'd better get back in bed quickly with Mistress to squeeze out one last chance for wake-up sex before we take that long road back to the heartland.

A Sensual SW Saturday

Saturdays are always special here in our SW hideaway.

We know there will be no insistent ringing phones, texts or emails demanding our time and focus from  offices and clients  back in River City.

Instead, it's a day reserved only for Mistress, her devoted Slave and our sensual pursuits.

It started with some slow, unhurried wake up sex in our bed room, with early light filtering through the clouds gathering over the mountain. When we finally came up for air, and we certainly exceeded the generous state average elapsed time,  there was still time left over to laze in bed, read books and listen to the snow report on the radio.

It was actually raining here in our moisture starved valley when we left for the ski mountain. But up top it was beginning to snow.... adding through the day another 14 inches of luxurious powder to what had come on Thursday. That new snow, sticking to our goggles and jackets, created a soft pillowy cushion for our skis, and  provided the best skiing of the year for us, particularly back in the trees, which blocked the chilling wind and provided some shelter from the crowds of locals who suddenly remembered it was still ski season.

Mistress always says that the best part of the ski day is our "rest time" before any evening activities begin. So back at the hideaway, Slave built a fire in our kiva fireplace, Mistress brewed us some warming tea, and we hunkered down with our kindles for an hour or so in front of the fire, until the day's "stress" called us back to bed.

First, of course, there was a nap.

"I love naps, Slave."

Who can quarrel with that?

But when we both woke from an hour of slumber, Mistress was especially frisky.

After Slave made sure Mistress had her starter cum by applying devoted lips and tongue to their highest and best use, she did some extensive cock riding, which seemed to generate a couple of more well expressed orgasms. Then, seemingly sated, she rolled over to indulge Slave's work-a-day cock. When the time came, she generously gave her slave permission to cum as well.

With all those calories burned on and off the slopes, It seemed only fair to indulge Mistress in her favorite local delicacy. So there was another round of spelt pizza topped with mushrooms and goat cheese, with a little left over for Mistress's Sunday breakfast.

By now Mistress was throwing off enough pheromones that I could swear the cute little waitress with the short blonde hair and elaborate tattoos kept returning to our table to chat Mistress up, reminding us that she had "served" her at a now closed restaurant several years ago. Mistress got into the swing if it too, asking about those tattoos, and gently handling blondie's well defined biceps as the fawning waitress explained the history of each one, and how the most recent had been particularly painful.

I was a little surprised when Mistress didn't offer to kiss it and make it better. It sure seemed to be what the blonde was soliciting. I almost asked Mistress if she wanted to invite blondie back home for a night cap, so she could discover whether there were any more tattoos in less conspicuous places.

Over at  All Mine, Suzanne has sometimes mentioned the impertinent little "Party Flirt" that chats up Tammy at neighborhood parties. Maybe blondie will be titled the Pizza Flirt if we encounter her again at Mistress's favorite Pizza joint!

Update from the Hideaway

Our week a way has certainly flown by quickly here. We've been out skiing everyday, though the local drought has taken a toll on the snow base. Hopefully there will be some left when we return in about a month.

There have been late afternoon naps, a smidgen of work dragging us back to reality from time to time,  plenty of morning and afternoon sex, glorious sunsets, and some evenings our with friends and music. We even met an aging hippie in a cowboy hat who told us his stories from the 60's - complete with plenty of peyote (for religious purposes, of course), communes, and building Dennis Hopper's "Captain America" chopper for "Easy Rider". 

While the temperatures are cool still, when the sun is out, Mistress has had trouble resisting the chance to expose her lovely legs to its warming glow:

But with temperatures ranging from the 30's to the 50's on most days, Mistress has not quite gone this far in searching of that late winter tan:

Heck, it's still ski season!

Where's the Pattern?

Mistress was in  SW nirvana here yesterday morning before we headed up the mountain for skiing: it's so warm that for breakfast she was sitting out on our patio, sunning herself in her undies, while eating re-warmed  spelt pizza with goat cheese and mushrooms left over from the night before.

"This is heaven, Slave...."

"But remember pizza isn't just for breakfast anymore, Mistress."

But the real subject of today's blog is not the expanding boundaries of breakfast food, but something that Donna our Senior Correspondent has been prodding me about. Can any of you find a pattern in these recent rankings of the states?

First, there is the "duration of sex" survey posted here last week, which says that in New Mexico the average duration of each act of intercourse exceeds 7 minutes, the longest interval in the nation. On the other hand, Alaska comes in last, at less than 2 minutes:

Here's the link showing the time for each state.

Then there is this "Gallup Well Being"  survey of all 50 states, measuring various factors such as healthy habits, financial security, workplace contentment, etc. In this one, North Dakota ranks the highest,  and the bottom 5 are Ohio,  Alabama, Mississippi, Kentucky and West Virginia come in last.

New Mexico, a poor state, exceeds expectations on this survey, coming in not far from the middle. Maybe that's because while folks are poor they spend more time in the sack, which has to generate good vibes, right? But then what explains why West Virginia is near the bottom on "well being" but ranks second when it comes to taking time to fuck (even if it might be a kissin' cousin)? And our home state of Ohio - well it's lagging behind on both fronts.

Finally, there is this survey of states based on the location of various "hate groups":

Hate Map 2013

I can't get the map take on this page, but if you click on it you see that the the number of documented hate groups, as cataloged by the Southern Poverty Law Center varies from state to state. There are surprisingly few in New Mexico though: maybe all that time engaged in the act of love leaves little time left over for hate? But again, the 2nd place state of West Virginia on the sex duration index also has a large contingent of haters.  Go figure?

If you can find any correlations here, please let us know dear readers. Now I'm going back to bed with Mistress to see if we can once again hit above our state wide average.