Riders on the Storm

Mistress and slave dropped their adventurous Co-Ed off at the airport this morning at 5 am. She's got a one-way ticket to Europe, where she is completing her "studies".  It's unclear when she will return. That put a lump in her Dad's throat when we gave her a goodbye hug this morning.  I suppose if she has no plans to return here, we can visit her right?

After having disposed somewhat reluctantly of our darling, we took to the highway, heading west.  As we left River City behind it was 67 degrees, raining and flashing lightning.  Huh?  It's December 27th.  That's April weather.

But the weather is changeable as you cross the Mississippi River heading toward the rockies.

Right now Mistress is at the wheel somewhere West of Topeka, KS and its 29 degrees.

Thanks to our on board wi-fi I can see the "Goliath" snow storm (as dubbed by the weather channel) vectoring our way.  With a little luck we can cross central Kansas before 10 pm tonight, find a sleazy motel, ride out the storm in the close confines of a cozy bed, sharing bodily warmth as the blizzard rages outside.

It's certainly better than getting stuck in a snow drift.

And it will definitely enhance slave's chance of keeping his cum streak alive!

Christmas Eve with the Dowager Domme

We had a very laid back Christmas Eve here in River City. And though we missed the timeless rituals at the old Pueblo near our SW hideaway, we had the unusual luxury of a sunny balmy day here.

Slave spent some time at the office in the morning, shutting down for the year, then watched Bing Crosby's White Christmas for a while with my addled Mother.  The treat was coming home in time for a bike ride in shorts and a T-shirt before a gorgeous sunset.  It was 65 degrees. No white Christmas here!

Last night we enjoyed dinner at Mistress's Mother's house.  The Dowager Domme made an excellent meal, and though she only had on black pants and a top (as Mistress was attired I might add), you gotta love these kinky shoes!

Dinner was pleasant -- no annoying relatives were included - and we got home at a reasonable hour under a blazing full moon. It was bright enough that we longed for the view of the moon rising over the mountains behind our old adobe house. But soon enough. We head there in Sunday.

I made sure to service Mistress before we turned off the lights. I wonder if visions of sugar plums mingled with thoughts of my tongue betwixt her clean shaven folds, or maybe J or K's cocks, as she faded off listening for the sounds of Santa and his reindeer on our slate roof top.  Who knows what she might find under the tree?

Christmas Time Is Here.

Mistress and slave are hunkered down here in River City for the holidays, our daughters under one roof these last few days. My older daughters are also in town so we have a big Christmas dinner planned here in our overcrowded nest.

While we miss spending the holidays in the tranquility of our adopted SW town, and the ancient Christmas Eve  rituals at the local Pueblo, it's also been a chance to re-sample the traditions here in River City, including a funky hipster holiday jazz show last night just up the street that our "sophisticated" Co-Ed actually seemed to enjoy.

Of course Dad picking up the bar tab also seemed to help.

Even better, we plan to head West, just the two of us, on Sunday morning after we dump our youngest at the airport for another one of her overseas adventures.


We look forward to some time there together,  where the snow has been falling this last week, off the clock and on the slopes.

A year ago we were all in Paris together, for a magical Christmas season in the City of Light. We were lucky to have been there at a more innocent time, before the horror and resulting paranoia of terrorism descended on a City that has seen so much joy and horror over the centuries.

It makes us realize how fragile the "heavenly peace" of the holiday season can be. The key seems to be: enjoy and cherish while you can. As the old song goes "through the years we'll always be together... if the fates allow." Fortunately, the fates remain on our side this Christmas season.

To all of our blogger friends, and those of you who just stop by for a little pick-me-up during the course of your day or week,  may you find the peace, joy and love of the season with your own friends and family this holiday season.

Molly Nightingale

As the days dwindle down before Christmas in our crowded house, poor Mistress has not only had to squelch her extra-curricular sexual adventures, but she's been tending to her slave and some places where the Domme-otologist did her carving on my back last week.

When you have to clean and dress several chunks on your back, it's awful hard to do it yourself.  I'd need an arm that was about 6 inches longer and an elbow that flexed at a very strange angle.

So not only has Mistress been forced to forego cock riding and stifle her sexual expression because our Dommes-in-training are in residence, she's also had to deal with my yucky medical needs.

I'm thinking maybe I should get her a suitable outfit to match her new accidental vocation.  How about this one? Mistress does tend to wear black more often than not.
Or for a change up, maybe something in white?