Taking the Waters

After some invigorating wake-up sex, Mistress and slave took a road trip yesterday, trying to get away from our work related computers for a bit as our getaway comes to a sad end.

We headed across the Rio Grande to a rather opulent yet rustic hot springs resort, for a day of sun and soaking and reading.  A few years back someone gifted us with a day at a private cabana / pool that allowed naked sunning.  But this time we were a bit more frugal, so bathing costumes were not optional. So you get that rare photo today of Mistress's lush curves more modestly attired.

The place has a rather eclectic crowd: everything from teens perpetually engrossed in their cell phones to little old librarians on summer holiday to biker chicks covered from toe to fingertips with exotic tattoos.

Of course, Mistress was the hottest babe there. Fortunately, the late afternoon monsoon clouds held off until very late in the afternoon, giving Mistress and slave plenty of relaxation time.

Sadly, we head home tomorrow, both of us dreading the heightened pressure of work and family obligations that are sure to arise. Summers end too quickly, don't they?

Less Sex, More Screen Time?

The rivalry between my aging Baby Boomer generation and those young, hip Millennials has opened a new front according to an article in yesterday’s Washington Post.

Boomers like this aging slave have long been known for our self indulgence. Our generational mantra was (and still is) “sex, drugs and  rock and roll”. And did I mention Sex?

It takes a boomer to create a sex blog like me to brag for years in 500 word or less installments about how many times I have sex with my wife/Mistress. Or how many sexual partners she has had.

On the other hand, the Millennials, brought to heel by the ugly of the 2008 recession, are known for their abstemious ways: delaying reproduction, delaying home ownership, getting by on "gigs" rather than “real” jobs, driving less, occupying fewer square feet, etc. etc. The only things they do more of than their boomer parents and grandparents are craft beers and kale salads.

Sadly, it turns out they have sex less too!

That pathetic diagnosis was  confirmed  on a day when Mistress and slave “indulged” twice: once before our morning bike ride, and then later after a lazy nap on an overcast afternoon.  Mistress even got in a little cock riding during round two, that pushed her cum count to at least 4 by my calculation.

The Post Story leads with a headline quoting a Millennial on sex: “There really isn’t anything magical about it.”  It is sourced by  a recent study published in the Archives of Sexual Behavior (my issue must be in my mailbox at home!) to the effect that Millennials, particularly the younger ones,  are having sex less frequently and with fewer partners than the self-indulgent boomer generation.

It’s a less sexy time to be young than it used to be, despite millennials’ reputation as bed-hoppers frolicking like the characters on “Girls.” A study published Tuesday in the journal Archives of Sexual Behavior finds that younger millennials — born in the 1990s — are more than twice as likely to be sexually inactive in their early 20s as the previous generation.

They are also doing it with fewer partners.

As a Dad  of two young ladies in this generational cadre, I should be gratified that they are less likely to hop in bed with any guy with an eager organ. But still, there is a little sadness to this guy:

Noah Patterson, 18, likes to sit in front of several screens simultaneously: a work project, a YouTube clip, a video game. To shut it all down for a date or even a one-night stand seems like a waste. “For an average date, you’re going to spend at least two hours, and in that two hours I won’t be doing something I enjoy,” he said.

Dang. I’d hate to cut into my screen time just for another roll in the hay!

It may be the cut-throat competition of the current economic climate that has made millennials more sex adverse, like the young non-stud quoted below:

He has never had sex, although he likes porn. “I’d rather be watching YouTube videos and making money.” Sex, he said, is “not going to be something people ask you for on your résumé.”

That attitude does not surprise Helen Fisher, a biological anthropologist at Rutgers University and chief scientific adviser to the dating site Match.com.

“It’s a highly motivated, ambitious generation,” she said. “A lot of them are afraid that they’ll get into something they can’t get out of and they won’t be able to get back to their desk and keep studying.”

It could be us Boomers had it too easy. We thought we could have careers, lots of sex and kids too! And we did! We had it all, and the tides of the economy were definitely on our side. But I gotta tell you, I’d much rather have sex with Mistress than more screen time, more on-line porn, or another craft IPA to wash down my kale salad.

Re-Run Season

Mistress and slave continue to enjoy the sun and seclusion of our SW hideaway, trying our best to fend off work tasks to make room for bracing morning sex, strenuous bike rides and lazy late afternoon naps when the late afternoon "monsoon" clouds gather for a cooling momentary downpour.

But today's entry arises from a task I undertook over the weekend to find some photos of my recently deceased mother. What surprised me as I scrolled through what are probably several thousands of photos accumulated over the last 8 years on my computer was how many photos in there feature semi-risque shots of Mistress. Many of those have been posted here over the years. Others were "outtakes", or maybe shots taken for slave's lovers and texted to them by me as a little visual aphrodisiac.   Some of the shots are somewhat repetitive. Example:  How many different ways are there to capture Mistress while sunbathing nude?


But as I go back further in the chronolgy, I have to say I kind of miss the days when you could catch Mistress in stockings, about to wield her riding crop on her slave based on some trumped up charge:



I was also reminded about how one's knees feel in high altitude skree  when groveling to serve Mistress's clean shaven folds at 13,000 feet:



I also realized that I've been negligent in exercising my switch day privileges as in days of yore:



And also thought about a trip to the local hot springs before we head back on Saturday to River City:



Hope you didn't mind this trip down memory lane. After all, isn't summer still re-run season?

"No Mas"

Mistress and slave took a road trip on Friday (after our wake-up sex, of course), loading our bikes onto the ancient Volvo and driving north about 40 miles to a national park that sits a top the junction (junta) of two deep river gorges. The park is never crowded, and has a 15 mile or so road loop perfect for a long bracing bike ride.

On the ride Mistress mentioned a name from the past. The distant past.

"Remember E, slave...."

"How could I forget."

E was a lover from Mistress's college days who got in touch with her back in 2009. He was married then, but spun a compelling tale of long suppressed lust for Molly. One thing led to another, lots of smutty emails were exchanged, and the whole cuckold fantasy sprung to life. (look back in our earliest entries here and you can get all the nasty details).

But in the end nothing ever came of it. Mistress is not much for all talk, no action, so they lost touch.  But that initial flirtation kindled a curiosity that has led to some of the other adventures Mistress has had that have been documented here.

"He says he's single now and really wants to see me, slave...."

"We've heard that before, Mistress...."

"I know, that's what I told him..... but he claims now he's serious...."

Hmmm..... we'll have to see where this goes. As I recall, E had Mistress very hot and bothered over his talk of spanking her as a prelude to ..... other things.

Meanwhile, back on our bikes....

By the time we handled a long hill climb, and the full loop in a stiff, high altitude breeze, both of us felt we had done our bit for the day (and week). That called for a late afternoon nap. But once we cleared the sleep from our eyes, Mistress was surprised to find that her slave was prepped for a second round of sex for the day.

"I'm a little surprised, slave.....I thought you'd be bushed after all the exercise."

"Even an old fart can get a 2nd wind every now and then, Mistress."

Mistress was disappointed when she discovered that I had failed to bring along her strap-on harness.

"Oops."

But I did have the aneros along, so she instructed me to insert it to assure that her afternoon cock was fully loaded.  And so it was.....

Yesterday was a little more relaxed here. After some lazy time in bed and morning sex, we headed into town for the weekly farmers' market, stocking up on provisions for the rest of the week. Then returned here for some lazing in the sun on our patio.  But the blazing noon time sun was even too much for Mistress. In what may have been a record for her, after only about 40 minutes she retreated under the portal, where her slave was sheltering in place with a good book.

"I've actually had enough sun, slave...."

Now I've seen it all.... lush Mistress bod in the noon day shade.