There will be lots of action in the coming week here at the UCTMW World HQ.
I wasn’t just blowing satire in yesterday’s meeting announcement: Our Senior Correspondent and Director of Security, International (aka, Donna and Bill) are visiting us next Wednesday, and we plan on having a nice meal at home to get to chat with folks who came into our life via the sex-blog-o-sphere.
“Should I invite Francois, Slave?”
“Of course, Mistress, I’m sure Donna and Bill would be entertained by his presence.”
When Francois heard the news about Wednesday evening, he gave Mistress a gracious RSVP, and offered to whip up some sort of chocolate concoction for dessert. (I’m not exactly sure how one applies or consumes this confection, or whether I should get ice cream to go with it, but surely Francois will fill in the blanks beforehand.)
This weekend, the empty nest will also be disrupted a bit. Our daughter is escaping her campus for the weekend (or at least Friday night). She misses her kitties, and I will be taking her and two friends to watch the local NFL team, who are already hot on the trail of next year’s #1 draft choice. So I guess Slave will have to plan a more sedate switch day. (or keep my powder dry until after she is safely back in her dorm room).
And after Bill and Donna head down to river to make their cameo appearance in another sex blog, we have what has been characterized as “Home Cumming Weekend” here in River City with Francois, Babette, and a variety of venues, implements, and plenty of wine.
I promise to keep the glasses full.
All of this will make for plenty of blog fodder.
Last night we did take advantage of our new found freedom, but not in a sexual way.
We met for dinner at a hip hang out serving gourmet thin crusted pizza and other charming rustic Italian fare, then met a friend of Molly’s for drinks at a bar in a funky old neighborhood, where the heavily tattooed bar tendress turns heads by her athletic two fisted cocktail shaking. (That was a nice alternative to rushing home to make sure the teens were well fed and doing their homework).
But by the time we got home last night, Mistress and Slave were a little tuckered out.
Of course, that means there is some pent up demand for a little wake-up sex this morning. I hope you will excuse me if I shut down the laptop without any more filler, and take care of business!