Every now and then, I like to get away. I love my home, my city, my friends and my routine, but sometimes I just need to drive out of town to wake up somewhere else. I don’t even necessarily need to be gone long or go far, just something to break up the day-to-day. Different skies, different food, a different bed…..I keep it low-key. I sometimes travel alone, but often, I’ll take a friend. Tarah is perfect. She’s hilarious, beautiful, up for anything and a sensual/strict Mistress like me. She’s also no drama and gives zero fucks, like me. We get along great and we’ve planned a little getaway this next week.

Even Mistresses like to chill sometimes!

Living in a bustling city like Portland, OR is fun, but sometimes I just want a slower pace. Tarah and I love to hang out on the Oregon Coast because everyone down there is so different that it’s almost like culture shock. You can unplug from the over-caffeinated and high-tech breakneck pace of the city and just sleep in, read books, get some great seafood, walk on the sand and buy apples with chocolate on them. The women that live in coastal towns are often more relaxed and less concerned with the latest this and that, and sometimes don’t seem all that big on fashion or flair. Their male counterparts definitely perk up when women like us show up, and it’s not hard to spot the kinds of tourists that we are. Imagine how it might seem out of place when two sexually confident, kick-ass-and-take-names Mistresses stroll into town. But we’re not there to conquer, and there’s nowhere to shop. There are no clubs, no ‘Strip’, and nothing that would seem interesting to us. And yet, I crave the the snail pace and the old-timey feel that coastal towns have. I’m not going to lie, though. When I see these easygoing local couples that seem so plain, I wonder just how hard I could get a man if I introduced him to all the fun stuff that his very-possibly-vanilla wife has never even considered, like making him suck my strap-on and then burying it deep inside him as he moans the name of the girl from out of town. I am very aware of what could happen if Tarah and I wielded our dominance and looked for cock at the Coast. We could transform any sleepy beach town from a primary Missionary Position standpoint to scads of men left quivering, sticky and aching for more. But just because you have an arsenal doesn’t mean you have to use it. No, I’m content with keeping my Mistress superpowers hidden. Just give me a Crab Benedict with fresh hollandaise, keep the coffee coming and let me watch the waves crash outside the window. So much perfection, I sometimes wonder if I should just move out there.

I will be gone and off the phone Monday April 27 and Tuesday April 28. I will return late Tuesday in the wee hours. (You better believe I soak every bit up and don’t roll in ’til late!) My cuckold Scott will be here semi-alone, as friends will be here at the house on and off while I am away. I’ll be back on the phone April 29, gone most of April 30 and back to normal on May 1, just so you know. So watch the schedule and save your cum. Looking forward to draining you all very soon!