Earth Porn?

Mistress and slave have been enjoying some cool, high dessert weather since our arrival here at our hideaway. Fortunately, several of the a little too annoying "friends" who sometimes clutter the scene here are back in Texas, keeping our social calendar open for romantic dinners and music. Like last night , where we dined at a cozy Italian bistro where they serve Mistress the gluten free pizza she has been craving all summer.

Top it with Artichokes and goat cheese and Mistress seems on the verge of orgasmic.

"I think you like that gluten free pizza as much as a good fucking from Jay, Mistress...."

"Hmmmm..... well, almost, Slave, almost....."

In Jay's absence, slave has been doing his workmanlike best to keep Mistress sexually amused.  We had our traditional wake up sex Friday morning, and  I surprised her by rising to the occasion againyesterday afternoon, following a nice, extended nap.

As we rested in our bed, storm clouds looming outside, we both turned to our ubiquitous lap tops to catch up on what was happening in the real world.... or at least the glossy, faux real world that folks create for themselves on facebook.

You know what I mean.... we all do it.  Mistress and slave tend to post photos when we are off on seemingly exotic vacations - like the sunset above taken from our front yard here.  I often post cute pics of Mistress when we are out to eat, with her toasting the camera with a glass of wine.  I suppose it's a little cruel  to tweek all of our FBFs out there, showing them what a hot wife I have, or showing Mistress's lady friends how much her husband fawns over her.

I can hear them now, nagging their less clever hubbies:  "how come you never post fawning pics of me at trendy restaurants like Mick Collins does of Molly".

Poor saps.

Anyway, we have a friend who recently "discovered" facebook, and is catching up for lost time.  But instead of posting cute photos of her vacations, or dog, or any thing personal, she just repeatedly re-posts photos of idyllic vistas taken by other people. And she seems to do it over and over again, every 20 minutes or so....

"It's 'earth porn' slave.... "

Of course, slave is a little clueless sometime.  I'd never heard that phrase....

"What's earth porn?"

"It's like 'food porn'.... you know, pretty pics of fancy meals, but this is pretty pics of nature...."

Dumb.  I can see posting pics you've taken yourself, but why post other people's photos just to clutter up my facebook feed? And, come to think of it,  what's wrong with wife porn.....like this pretty pic of Mistress sunbathing:

What a shame I'm not allowed to post that on facebook... it would really get our FBFs' knickers in a twist!

Hunkered Down in Our Hideaway

Mistress and Slave survived Kansas and finally arrived at our SW hideaway on Tuesday afternoon - just in time for a late afternoon nap.

The drive was uneventful - a couple of roadside cafe breakfasts, and an overnight stay in Bob Dole's hometown. We stopped for dinner at a local restaurant where the steaks were thick and the locals were even thicker. There maybe something about all those bovine growth hormones leaching into the ground water.

Once in Colorado, we did do a little "market research" at one of those new fangled "recreational dispensaries", staffed by hippie grandpa and hippie grandma, who gave us the run-down on their inventory and all these new fangled "delivery systems".  We even picked up something for Mistress to share with her lover Jay if we decide to go back to River City.

Mistress got some early morning Kansas worship, if only to defy Governor Brownback, but we saved the day's main event for our arrival at our little adobe in the shade of the Sangre de Christo Mountains.  After a recuperative nap in our cozy bedroom, Mistress directed slave to insert "your device" (the trusty aneros) which had its typical effect. Rest assured that Mistress received some starter cums via her slave's oral "delivery system" before slave got his reward for all that driving over the last two days.

It was well worth it.

Speaking of worthwhile, Marc, "The Cuckolder" left a comment yesterday wondering if he'd be invited to visit the SW hideaway.

Marc, the welcome mat is out. And I suspect Mistress would make your visit more than worthwhile.

Westward Ho

It's been a crazy few days for Slave:

Saturday Mistress and slave had a chance for our last "two-a-day" for a while , with an afternoon "nap" time squeezed between a visit to my cranky aging mother and a night with three of my daughters with the Pussycats, who did a nice job making Jay Cutler looked like chopped liver.

Sunday I hopped in the car with my youngest daughter at 6:30 am, off loaded her at college on the East Coast 10 hours later, then caught a late night flight back to River City. Mistress was kind enough to pick me up at the airport. We made it home around 1 am Monday morning. So it was a "no sex" Sunday, at least for me. (I haven't asked whether Mistress broke out her favorite power tool in my absence.)

Monday we did get some nice semi-awake-up sex in, then it was a day at the office for me, and an afterwork cookout with some political types.

This morning, it was back in the car. We're heading to our SW hideaway for some end of summer empty nesting. Right now Mistress is behind the wheel as we cruise through central Missouri.  We will bed down somewhere in Kansas. Somehow sex in Kansas always seems more "forbidden" and therefore more fun!

A little while ago Mistress was talking to her lover Jay. He's had a rough few weeks with a very sick father. Mistress was trying to offer some solace.

"Why don't you just come out to our hideaway and have sex with me, Jay?"

I'm not sure what he said, but from Mistress's response -- "Oh, he's just listening to the radio"-- I could tell was a little squeamish about Mistress mentioning her affection for his sexual stylings in my presence.

Poor Jay.

He just doesn't get this cuckold thing, does he?

And Terri -- if you and Diane want to stop by while we are out west, maybe Molly and Diane can compare cuckold / domme notes.

Unexpected Quickie

After Thursday morning's wake-up sex, I thought slave was shut down for the day. We had a full house at home, and plans for dinner with our daughters at the end of the work day. And what slave can complain about one chance for sexual release a day? Certainly I am a pampered slave as compared to all you readers on perpetual lock down.

But I always keep hope alive.

When I got home I reclined on our bed with Mistress, who was lounging with her computer in a flimsy nightie. We took some family calls, checked our email. (I even responded on behalf of Mistress to an email from one of her "fans".  Our older daughter was off with a friend. But the other was through a rather thin wall next door, presumably packing for Sunday's trip to college.

I came upon Terri's rather detailed posting at A Married Sissy about a Wednesday afternoon encounter involving his wife Diane, her lover Paul, and poor Terri, blindfolded and listening to their sexy antics in the corner.  Pretty hot!  When Mistress finished talking to her Mother, the Dowager Domme, I handed her the computer, suggesting that she read Terri's entry for some mental stimulation while I descended betwixt her thighs, and topped off her orgasm tank.

She seemed more than amused, and was soon shuddering through a seemingly satisfying cum.

  Thanks for the assist Terri!

But then something surprising happened. As Mistress plugged her I-phone in, she peered out our window.

"Slave.... [our younger daughter] just left for a run....."

Hmmm.... a suddenly, if briefly, empty nest.

"Want to have sex?....."

Well we had already started, hadn't we? And slave was already at half staff, equally inspired by the picture of cuckolding debauchery so skillfully painted by Terri. With little additional assistance I was  soon ready for action.  Of course, It had to me a quickie. Our daughter is no marathoner. But somehow I rose to the occasion. What a surprisingly unexpected two-a-day and good way to end a Thursday.

The moral of this story: take your opportunities, and inspiration,  when and where they are presented!