Short Circuited

Mistress and slave reluctantly abandoned our SW hideaway for the long trek home yesterday. Fortunately, our flight was later in the afternoon, giving us time for one final round of morning sex and cycling before hitting the road.  Now I'm back at our kitchen counter again, sipping coffee and biding my time until Mistress awakens and summons me to service.

Sadly, it's almost as if we never left.

Or maybe it's better to say that we are  picking up where we left off. After all, life is not so terrible for us here in River City.  After a blistering "cuckold week" before we left, Mistress has been in touch over the last two weeks with her lover Jay. And I suspect there is some building pent up demand on both of their parts.  She gave me a "cuckold alert" on the way home last night.

"I may be seeing Jay on Tuesday evening slave.....,"  was how she put me on notice that I should consider making other plans that evening.

As we flew from ABQ to MSP to River City yesterday, we had a chance to do some people watching as the crowds changed from SW to Prairie to Midwest. And one of Mistress's pet peeves was highlighted: lots of older, larger and frumpy guys in shorts and sandals.  Mistress is a bit of a traditionalist. She tends to believe that guys' groady feet and hairy legs are not something that should be publicly displayed other than at the beach or sporting events.  This got us talking about an article I read on Friday in the Washington Post about the geographical and cultural divide between men who wear "cargo shorts" and "jorts" (i.e. jean shorts). Real American Men Don't Wear Shorts. Here's an excerpt:

While I've long been a believer in Shorts' Rights — especially in the workplace during sweltering Mid-Atlantic summers — I nonetheless sympathize with the views expressed in the Wall Street Journal: that cargo shorts are bulky, aggressively dad-ish, and "like lingerie for not having sex," as Vocativ's Erin Gloria Ryan opined today on Twitter.

The obsession with cargo shorts is all the more puzzling when you consider that there's already a cool, casual, impeccably American option for men's casual leg wear: jorts.

[I wore shorts to the office and nothing will ever be the same]

While jean shorts' stylistic advantages over cargo shorts are immediately apparent to anyone with eyes, the true appeal of jorts lies in their evocation of all the things that make America great: warm summer nights, sandlot baseball games, first dates at the drive-in and making out in the back of an F-150 while John Cougar Mellencamp rocks the car radio.

Listen to Mellencamp's "Jack & Diane": In your mind's eye, are the two star-crossed Midwestern lovers wearing jean shorts or cargo shorts? The answer, of course, is jorts. Anything else is unthinkable.

As it turns out, there is a stark geographic divide in preferences for cargo shorts and jean shorts. You can trace the contours of this divide by examining the record of Google searches for "jean shorts" and "cargo shorts" going back to 2004. 

 

Quite frankly, it's a debate I was oblivious too, but apparently quite controversial. And the map that accompanied the article shows how this great divide breaks down regionally:

It seems that cargo shorts are more of a Western / East Coast thing, while the Jorts afficianados are more heartland types.   And while I tend to wear shorts for weekend errands or if working in the yard, you'd never catch me out to dinner, let alone going to work in shorts, whether jean or baggy with too many pockets.  And never with my cowboy boots like this character on the right.

Nor would you catch me in those knee scraping baggy numbers:

But this got me thinking about Terri over at A Married Sissy.  Yesterday he got sent over to his wife Diane's friend Linda's house to perform some personal and domestic services whilst Diane was enjoying some private time with her lover Paul.  I got the impression he was going to be dressed to serve. But on a typical Saturday afternoon in their sunny and hot climes, would be be wearing shorts?  And would they be cargo shorts or jorts?  Or maybe something like this?

In any event, they would have to be substantial enough to conceal his cock cage.

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?