"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.

Fast Week....

Mistress and slave have been whiling away our time here at the UCTMW hideaway, enjoying morning sex and bike rides, long hours on our patio with Mistress sunning herself and slave hunkered down on some real work for clients, followed by afternoon naps and worship as the late afternoon thunderclouds gather and bluster in the sky.

It's the sort of getaway where the days blend together and you wake up and realize a week has gone by.

Dang.

If things go as planned we have another week to go. But we already know it will go too fast.

Rather than watch Convention coverage last night we had two couples over for dinner - locals we have known for some time who are good with silly stories that riff off one another until everyone dissolves into giggles.  Of course the fact that they brought with them some of the latest high-tech marijuana delivery systems certainly helped.  With all this new vaping stuff going on, slave will never have to hear about how he can't roll a  joint again!

Of course these folks are not in on the kink side of Mistress and slave's double life. They would be shocked to know that slave sometimes don's a cock cage at Mistress's command. (I know what you're going to ask Teri and Diane -- no the cock cage was not brought with us on this trip!)

But they did have a funny story about a party they recently attended. One of the ladies had complemented a 60 something woman we both know on her remarkable chest.

"They were hard not to notice", as she used her hands to signify the magnitude of our mutual friends 'girls'.

"But then after a few drinks I finally asked her 'are they real'. So right in the middle of the party she lifts her top, then her bra and they just spill out.

'No... they're brand new', she says...'feel them'...."

Yikes.

As it turns out only one of our friends took up the offer. But we were all laughing so hard I can't recall what her reportage was on how they felt. At least the nipples were still in the right place,

Of course, slave hopes Mistress never resorts to such foolishness. Her 'girls' are more than lovely  au naturale.

Reapperance of an Old Friend

Mistress and slave had a semi-work day here yesterday. We had some tasks for clients to perform and did so diligently. But of course, there was time for wake-up sex, a bracing bike ride and soaking up some sun.  After her trip to Africa, Mistress has whined that her typically glowing tan is not up to its usual mid-summer standards. But there are clearly ways to resolve that problem.

Last evening we spent some time with friends at a local music venue, but got home in time to watch a bit of the political spectacle in Philadelphia. We've attended that event in the past, but somehow the thought of the East Coast heat, compounded by the hot air emanating from the podium and the assembled political class makes us more than happy to be hiding out in our hideaway rather than seeing if we can catch an uber along with 8000 other foot sore political hacks and their attendant media horde to and from the Convention Hall. It's a lot of hassle just to get a decent cheese steak.

When home I noticed a short email in my blogger in box. It was word from a long lost sex blogger compadra, Sin. She slipped off the radar screen some time ago. She announced she's back. Here's her blog address Finding My Submission.

Back in the day, we had some mutual commenting going on betwixt our blog, and several others. But like a lot of our past blogger pals, some folks move on. As I recall Sin had some security issues which threatened exposure and long distance Domme, Big Bad, who enjoyed pulling her strings to rather compelling erotic effect.

Hearing from Sin made us contemplate how long we've been at this, and why we keep on going when so many other bloggers have slipped away.  While we enjoy the community aspect of things, and the back and forth that ensues, I suspect we do it more to entertain ourselves. The ritual of Mistress reading the blog while I ply her clean shaven folds with my lips and tongue each morning I post a new edition. And when we are apart, blog posts allow us to keep some sort of carnal connection going.

And of course there probably is a certain narcissistic element to sharing images of Mistress's lush curves and aggrandizing our healthy sex life.

Whatever the diagnosis, we are still getting page views, now approaching 2 million over the nearly 7 years we've been at this. I suspect we will keep at it until it gets boring, or we get busted!

What You've Been Waiting For.....

Mistress and slave spent a pretty laid back weekend here at our hideaway. There was lots of sun, beautiful vistas from our private patio,  some long bike rides and also lots of sex, relatively speaking.

We had a "two a day" Saturday.... some wake-up sex before our trip to the local farmer's market. And then some late afternoon sex following a bike ride and a much needed nap.

Sunday morning, slave deployed Mistress's favorite power tool. And I did have one question as Mistress squirmed beneath it's relentless power of "persuasion".

"So Mistress, does Jay use it differently than I do?"

It seemed a little difficult for Mistress to focus on her response, since that Hitachi tends to make her squirm and cum so quickly and efficiently.  She whimpered out something like "It's pretty much the same way you use it, Slave...,", morfing quickly into "Can I please cum now?"

Who was I to say "No."

But she did have a confession to make in early afternoon, as she relaxed in the sun with her kindle.

"My body's feeling the effects of all that sex this week, slave....I don't think I can do it again this afternoon."

It was a rare admission by Mistress. Clearly cuckold week had taken it's toll. Despite her typically voracious sexual appetite she was saying "no mas." Throwing in the towel.  If Jay were here, I'd give him a high five.

But I have a feeling she will have rebounded by this morning. At least I hope she will.

Now, as a special gift to our readers, what you all like the most about our trips to our hideaway: shots of Mistress in sun-basking mode:



Enjoy!