Seed Swap?

Here in our little corner of heaven, Mistress and slave have been thoroughly enjoying the weekend. At about 3 pm on Friday - when the work day ends back in River City - we breath a joint sigh of relief knowing that whatever client demands there may be we can fob them off until Monday morning.

That meant a little more stress free time for Mistress to lounge in the sun, before our late afternoon nap time. And after the nap....well the freedom from work stress triggered a second round of love making for the day, with Mistress engaging in some rather rowdy cock riding to power through an extra cum or three before the dust settled.

Friday night was our "night on the town" for the weekend.

First there was dinner at a cute local Trattoria which offers Mistress's favorite - crispy crusted gluten free pizza, dressed "St. Patrick's Day" style, with green pesto rather than red sauce.

Then we headed to an ancient, low ceilinged  cantina, to hear a local rocker we follow when in town. This hole in the all joint attracts a rather scruffy but diverse crowd, that runs the gamut from native Americans to cowboys to lesbians, and a rather bizarre assortment of costumes to match. But the big surprise was that as the band was still setting up, the TV screen over the bar was tuned to the final minutes of my alma mater battling through its first round game in the NCAA tournament.

I have become so jaded about my team's "one and done" hex (last year was an exception) that I didn't even bother to set aside time to waste  witnessing their typical first round bust.  I had checked the score at halftime over our pizza to confirm my suspicion - yes, trailing once again by double digits to a lower seeded team.

So I was stunned to see that the score was now tied, and to watch my team build a lead with some timely defense and clutch free throw shooting as the seconds tick away. The luck of the Irish lasted to the day after St. Patrick's Day! That and watching the locals bust some rather unique dance moves in their unusual regalia (the super-sized native American lady in the neon red track suit was my favorite) more than made a great way to kick off our weekend.

But what about today's headline, which no doubt attracted the attention of Terri over at a Married Sissy and any of our cuckold-centric readers?

Driving into town the other day, the local radio mentioned an up coming "seed swap".

"Wow, Mistress, are they going all kinky here in the high desert on us?"

Our imaginations ran wild at the thought of those rugged local ladies bringing their submissive male partners in to some local venue, where drinks, dinner and a silent auction awaited, followed by an opportunity to sample  whatever exotic discharges might be "on tap". Variety is the spice of life, after all. And a little preliminary fluffing couldn't hurt, right?

But alas. When I paged through the local paper the next day, this city-slicker discovered that a "seed swap" was something much less kinky, and far more agrarian.

You can imagine my disappointment.  But the kinkier version a concept worth trying out for your next non-profit fundraiser, dear readers!

But remember, always engage in safe seed swapping!

Mistress Sets a Personal Record

Mistress and slave started the day with some early morning rituals here in the high desert: that started with slave sliding beneath the sheets for some sunrise worship, and culminating with some robust wake-up sex.

Of course, we did have to pretend to be in touch with our clients, sending out emails and conferring by phone.

Annoying.

It's certainly convenient to be able to work remotely. It allows us a lot of time away while keeping our checking accounts above water. I mean how do you pay for an internet connection (two of them) to write a sex blog, or children lolling about Europe for their final semester, without  a little gainful employment. But damn.  When the sun is out here, and the snow abundant, or even thin or non-existent, who wants to deal with clients?

After sluffing off a few "emergencies" to others, slave and Mistress headed up the mountain for a semi-serious day on the slopes. But after about 9 lift rides, with the sun still blazing, Mistress made her real desires known.....

"Why not just have lunch at home out on the patio, slave?"

her preference is a slave's command, right?  So we shed the skis, headed back down the mountain and within about 5 minutes, Mistress was stripped down to some cute pink undies and spread out on her chaise.

It may be a personal record for Mistress's first sun bathing day of the season (other than during our brief sojurn in Florida when it was a  year round exercise).  I mean, there's nothing that says St. Patrick's Day like a good schmear of sunscreen, right?

Mistress read her kindle a bit, but was soon snoozing in the sun, allowing slave to take this surreptitious photo for  Mistress's many fans. I post this risking some punishment, because it shows Mistress's tempting curves without their typical golden tan.

But you have to start somewhere.

Rising and Shining

Mistress and slave made it safely to our little SW hideaway by late afternoon. It was a long travel day and a nap was in store after we put away our provisions.

But we surprised ourselves with the energy we had for some post-nap sex as the sun set over our mountain.  Another abstinence day dodged just in time!  And this morning, well.... there is nothing like some leisurely wake-up sex before turning our attention to the slopes, is there?

But  today's blog is really a shout out to my ancestors who took to the Dublin Streets 100 years ago in the name of liberation from the royal boot. It's no accident that my nomme de sex blog here at UCTMW pays homage to  one of those legendary men who stepped into history on March 17, 1916 to begin the bloody "Rising" that finally created the Irish Republic.

Men and women  of a variety of nationalities will find themselves quaffing a few too many across Continents today in the name  of that Saint who has come to symbolize the Irish nation But  it's worth recalling that some courageous ladies and gentlemen had other things than sipping a Guinness or Jameson 100 years ago today!

Early AM Flirt

Even as the dust is still settling from the hotly contested primary season in River City, Mistress and her devote slave are heading west for two (hopefullY) blissful weeks at our SW hideaway. The snow has been melting a bit in recent weeks, and there may be too many spring breaking Texans on the slopes for our personal taste. But what the hell! It's better than the office.

We had a way too early flight this morning and are now languishing in ATL. But when you are a cuckold you take little bits of pleasure in what some guys might consider "fighting words".  Here is an example:

This morning at our gate Mistress noticed a group of guys who had "professional athlete" written all over them, from their designer sweats to their highly stylized dreds. We quickly surmised that (for whatever reason) several members of the Pussycats, our local never quite get there NFL team would be on our flight.  We aren't the types who ask for autographs, and simply kept our noses on screen as we waited to board.

We were in steerage, so as we stumbled down the aisle carrying our bags, Mistress preceding me, the First Class cabin was already full. Although it was early, Mistress was looking her best, in a black dress and black cowboy boots. Travel wear, but hot travel wear.

In the last first class row, sitting on the aisle was a vary large bearded AfAm guy, who I recognized as one of the Pussycats rather aggressive defensive lineman, none for his pass rushing ability.

Mistress's eyes met his, and words were exchanged. Mistress paused, and I could hear Mistress giggle a bit, and saw him smile, as she moved down the aisle. It wasn't until we settled into row 23 that I was able to ask Mistress what had transpired.

"So what was that about, Mistress?"

"Oh he was just flirting, slave."

"What did he say?"

"He asked if I'd rather sit next to him instead of the guy who was already there...(another team member, though built more like a D back)."

So how would all you other cucks (and non-cucks) react to this early am come on?