Snow Day

Mistress and slave did a full day on the slopes Tuesday. With the sun out and most of the mountain open, there was plenty of  terrain to tax our flatlander legs.

So when the snow clouds rolled in Tuesday night, and we woke to a cloud bank concealing our dawn mountain views, we took the course of least resistance.

"Would it kill us to take a day off, Mistress?"

"Count me in, Slave...."

So our day was spent lolling about, a fire blazing through the day in our little kiva hearth. We both did a little work, some reading, and of course, plenty of sex.

There was your bracing morning wake up sex, featuring Mistress requiring her slave to insert his "device", priming her cock for a dawn cock ride.

Then, after all of that lolling, there was a lengthy interval back in our bed, for round two.  A much needed nap followed, before the sun peeked out for a blazing sunset.

Sure we will be back on the mountain today, but who can complain about an unscheduled snow day.

David Dodges Goliath

In the old bible story, David took on and beat Goliath with his slingshot. Long odds were overcome.

But sometimes its best to avoid a bad bet rather than hope you'll be lucky. So  slave  plotted a course Sunday night that had us dodging the path of that ugly Goliath snowstorm that was barrelling across Texas, Oklahoma and New Mexico in our direction. We drove longer than we wanted Sunday night, heading west across the dark prairie, dotted with grain elevators and silos adorned with holiday lights. We finally came to ground in a rather cozy Marriott in Garden City, KS., a town made famous by Truman Capote when he covered the murder trial that turned into his book "In Cold Blood".  fortunately, there were rooms at the Inn and we didn't have to seek shelter in the Clutter family home.

After unpacking a few things, we both collapsed onto our bed, too tuckered to find a late dinner. But slave did have enough energy to provide Mistress with some attention to her clean shaven folds before we conked out for the night. So at least one of our cum streaks remained alive.

Fortunately, slave was able to make up for lost time on Monday.  We only had about 6 hours of our drive left, and the snow was now off to the east of us. So there was plenty of time for some leisurely wake-up sex before we hit the highway for our SW hideaway.

It sure was nice to see and feel that sunshine after several days of gloom, as we crossed the high plains, following the old Santa Fe Trail, and caught first sight of the Spanish Peaks and the expanse of the Rockies.

It also allowed us to arrive in our hideaway by mid-afternoon, with the sun blazing on new fallen snow. Someone had a white Christmas!

There was nothing on the schedule....so we found ourselves in bed, long before a brilliant sunset, napping then ....

"How about some worship, Mistress?"

"Sounds good, slave...."

She seemed pleased with my efforts. But wait, there's more....

"Why don't you put in your device slave...."

She was referring to the aneros, which I lubed up and duly inserted. The additional stimulation was more than enough to turn one groggy, road weary slave into one horny slave.  And Mistress made sure my hardened cock was put to  productive use.

It was a good way to start our somewhat delayed Christmas holiday.

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?