Who Can You Trust?

Just when it seemed that spring had finally arrived here in River City, we actually woke up to snow here yesterday morning - yes, April 15th!  Would the IRS give us a snow day?  Unlikely.

In a comment she left on our last post, Sin mentioned that Tights season was still alive in Canada, where it also was still snowing. No surprise there. Doesn't Dudley DooRight wear tights year round?

When I got home from work I checked with Mistress to see if the snow had changed her approach to proper attire. (She had left so early for one of those god forsaken 8 am meetings that quite frankly I forgot what she was wearing when left the house.)

"No Slave. Despite the snow, it's April. No tights. I went bare legged today."

Yikes. I guess that makes her a real "slave to fashion"?

Rest assured I wore long pants to work.

By the time I got home, I could not check her attire because she was already in that silky black nighty. Our plan was some rest after a long work day, then some overdue sex in the UCTMW executive suite. Fortunately, with our empty nest still intact for just a few more weeks before the end of the college year, there was no one to interrupt our plans.  We'd better enjoy while we can!

But today's blog is really about an article I noticed yesterday - someone must have earned her Ph. D. on a "study" of college student sexting behaviors, which suggests that they must be running out of bona fide topics for academic research. A summary was posted in Slate, here: Study Finds That Women Tap Out Lies More Than Men. These "researchers" found that a good percentage of folks who send sext messages about what they are doing to their "tender bits" or "massive woodies" are really just making it up, either because they are trying to stoke someone else's fantasy, or, even more sadly, because they are bored. But the key part is that babes lie in their sexts more than guys.

Researchers also unmasked a gender difference in deception, finding that 45 percent of women bent the truth in their sexts, compared to 24 percent of men. Most of the surveyed students (67 percent) claimed they fibbed for their partner’s benefit, presumably to fuel the daydream, while a third copped to fibbing because they were bored.

I can't say that I'm too surprised by this.

It maybe that college girls have been programmed by the media to believe that guys need this sort of rich fantasy life to keep their motors running, or keep them from wandering off to the next sorority girl who will send them (made up) sext messages describing what they are doing in their bunk bed before bedtime.

Sad but true.

But it got me thinking: Does the same tendency to make hot stuff up apply to lady sex bloggers?

Is playing fast and loose with the truth why lady sex bloggers tend to get more readers than  guys who write these things? Are all those nasty little vignettes actually fabricated to boost their rating, or because they know there are guys out there dipping into their high end lubricant vats, one hand on their special occasion cocks, the other hand on the mouse?

Here at UCTMW we believe in telling hard truths. (What would be the point of telling flaccid truths?).

But what about all you female sex bloggers, like Suzanne, Sin or 'Nilla?

I must say I've speculated about how often and long Suzanne really makes Tammy wear that cock cage. And how big  "Big Blackie" really is?

Does Sin really  flaunt her naked body and those nasty nipple clamps via  Skype chats with her alleged Big Bad?

And are those Thursday breasts really Nilla's? Or are they photo shopped? Or yanked off of Google images?

Could it all just be a big lie?

Maybe we need some "Sex Blog Fact Checker"  to get to the bottom of all this.  WC, are you still on sick leave?

Tights Season, RIP

Back here in River City, spring has finally arrived. Trees are blossoming. Slave has already done the first annoying lawn mow of the season. After a long and unusually snowy winter, it's about dang time.

But the one downside is that Mistress had finally put away those black tights that I have a bit of a fetish for, and the women on the street are also switching to the naked leg look, depriving Slave of his lunchtime eye candy.

Of course, there are advantages - including ease of access yesterday afternoon,  when Mistress stopped by my office after lunch for a little dessert by way of my eager lips and tongue. All she had to do is wriggle out of some black silky undies and the clean shaven folds were out and ready for her Slave's devotion.

Yum.

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Snow, Sunsets, and Wookie Feet

Getting onto our 10th consecutive ski day, this Ol' slave's legs are starting to show their age. So as the snow fell here once again yesterday afternoon, Mistress and Slave made a tactical withdrawal down the mountain yesterday afternoon. (That photo is Mistress on skis. Aren't you glad she wears a helmet?)

That early retreat was all the better for reading by the fire, napping and then waking for some pre-dinner sex.

When we woke at about 6:30 pm Mistress expressed some sympathy for my plight.

"I bet you're legs are tired Slave, so what about me riding my cock so as not wear you out."

"I'll happily permit that, Mistress."

"Since when are you in charge?"

"Good point, Mistresss."

Sure enough, after some oral worship to provide a nice starter-cum, Mistress rode on until (almost) sunset, providing a vigorous start to our evening.  And as the sun set once again, peeping our from under the snow clouds along the distant western horizon, Mistress was wheedled into modeling her retro- Wookie feet after-ski boots, a gift from her sister that came in handy with all the snow we've had here at the end of  the season.

Aren't they cute?

Fortunately, Chew Backa is not around to draft her off into the sage brush and have his big hairy way with her.

With the sun in its final throws, and Mistress getting dressed for our last night out on the town, I persuaded her to join me on our front porch to bask in the alpen glow. Fortunately for all of us, she did not slide into her robe, and I had my camera ready: