Pent Up Demand

Mistress and Slave missed their Monday morning wake-up sex because we had to drive our cute Co-Ed to the airport early yesterday morning.

That can put us into a cranky mood. On the drive back to our hideaway, Mistress pointed out how much she was hoping our other house guests would be off the premises when we got home, so there would be no need to stifle her expressions of passion.

"I'm looking forward to some walking around the house naked, ride your cock action, Slave".

But what were the chances?

When we got home my other daughter and the son-in-law were all curled up on the couch, fire blazing, working on their computers. Despite the blazing sunshine, and my offer of the car keys in case they wanted to visit a local museum or gallery, they were settled in and inclined to go no where fast. They were camped out only about 8 feet from our bedroom wall.

What to do?

Mistress took her laptop out onto the patio, and I joined her for a while, catching up to some work emails.

But the sexual tension could no be denied much longer.

By about 4 pm we announced we were "taking a nap". And to dampen any ambient noise, we turned a CD on in our bedroom. Hopefully the mellow folkie notes covered up the sounds of our fucking.

After I worshiped away for a few Mistress cums, she gave me the long awaited permission to fuck her.

"Wow. Slave. That's a very hard cock!"

"What did you expect, Mistress.... it's been almost 36 hours!"

Mistress and Slave Undercover(s)

Here's the view from our backyard, on the edge of the Sangre de Christo Mountains.

We've been enjoying the sun, snow and family time these last few days. But since our little hideaway is a compact affair, Mistress and slave have had to squelch our more robust sexual activities, due to the close proximity of two daughters and one son-in-law.
Yesterday morning, as I slid out of bed to fix coffee for Mistress and myself, I discovered the son-in-law not far from the other side of our bedroom wall, reading a book by the fire in our "living room". So when I went back into bed with Mistress, we had the choice of either having our wake up sex with the radio on, or trying to stifle our natural enthusiasms and engage in stealth fucking.

The radio was the first option. But somehow doing it to the Grateful Dead and a 10 minute version of "Trucking" was not working for me. (I suppose Dark Star would have been more mood enhancing, but I didn't want to take the time to phone in the request).  So we kept things on the QT, Mistress whispering that she'd better not ride my cock because she gets too noisy when that happens.

So, we're enjoying the holidays, but also looking forward to the de-infestation of our cozy nest later in the week.

Hope all of you are enjoying your holidays too!

MIstress Closes in on Her Mountain Man

We had a very lovely Christmas here at our SW hideaway, with our two daughters and one son-in-law cluttering up the nest.  On Christmas Eve, we all headed out to the nearby Pueblo, for their annual ritual, that has been going on in its basic form for centuries, complete with blazing bonfires, costumed dancers and an amazing sunset. And frybread too.

After that, we had some friends over to share Mistress's mystical chili. On Christmas day, after the presents were opened (and after our wake-up sex), we headed up to the ski mountain to get in some turns under the cloudless blue sky before the holiday tourist rush arrives in earnest.

It was up there that Mistress finally got some in person charm from her "dream date", the local ski patrol guy who in his spare time has climbed Mt. Everest more than any other American. Mistress face book friended MM last spring, after we saw him give a slide show lecture on his adventures. So she's been cyber stalking him for nearly a year as he has gone from Everest to Kilimanjaro to Rainier these last few months. She knew that he was headed back from guiding a group in Antarctica this week, and shared a few conversations with him on facebook about when he'd be back on "our" mountain.

He even told her to "slap him up side the head" on the mountain (i.e. say hello) so he could meet her in person.  So it came as no surprise that Mistress and our daughter decided it would be nice to drop by the ski patrol hut at the top of the highest lift to "visit the rescue dogs".

Some pretext.

Sure enough, just as the two ladies stepped inside, Mistress found her MM, with the easy grin and smooth lines about dodging K-2 because in that part of the Himalayas the mountains are "too pointy and the drone strikes in Pakistan a little too close for comfort."

Fortunately, Mistress kept herself in relative check during their conversation, probably because our daughter was standing there. I even snapped a photo of the three of them, giving Mistress a chance for further facebook chat last night as she shared the photo with her MM and asked permission to post it. (Not on her sexblog, just on more conventional social media).

So it's fair to say that Mistress got a very nice Christmas gift in the fantasy fulfillment category.

We'll see if she can close the net a little further when we are back here solo next year!

Happy Holidays from Molly and Mick

Molly and Mick are enjoying the holidays here at our SW hideaway with two of four daughters and one son in law. It's a little more crowded than we typically like, but the holidays are for family right?  We do enjoy hearing the holiday tunes on our local radio station, including this one. It made us think of Tammy, Suzanne and her family in their family gathering.

Does Tammy still get to wear his more lacey undergarments with all that family around. And does Sherry get a fashion show when the other "in the dark" family members aren't looking?

Merry Christmas to all!