Saturday, April 5, 2014

Porn Sex vs Real Sex

Hey Prowlers!  When I saw this I just knew I'd have to share it with you.

Which part made you chuckle or cringe?

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Just Too Good

This is just too good not to post. What do you think of this wife's way of handling her husband's infidelity?

Sunday, February 23, 2014

A Pussy Record

I was watching a cable news show this morning when a segment came on about security for the Olympics in Sochi. The guest on the show was a news correspondent, who really had no qualifications to talk about security in Sochi except for the fact that he was in Sochi for part of the two weeks the Olympics were in town.

The guest and the anchor of the show agreed that security must have been good because there were no major incidents.

Then the anchor asked, "Did the security cause a problem for any of the athletes or visitors?"

The correspondent answered, "Not really, unless you were a member of the band Pussy Riot."


"Yes, Pussy Riot was questioned intensely several times at the protest area, and two of the members of Pussy Riot were detained while walking in the Olympic Village. Most recently, Pussy Riot members were harassed by the Cossacks."

Sounding legitimately shocked, the anchor then said something like, "Wow, this was a bad time to be a member of Pussy Riot, I guess."

The correspondent chuckled and added, "Well, as you know, Pussy Riot has been both an inspiration for protesters and a lightning rod for government attention and disapproval."

It went on, but you get the point, right? I think he must have had a bet with someone that he would say Pussy Riot a certain number of times, probably because they never get to say pussy on the news. I felt like I was in a junior high locker room when somebody said "pussy" and everyone giggled.

I'm sure they have the record for the number of times "pussy" was said during a broadcast.  In fact, I think it was probably the most times that pussy was said in a 24 hour period (or longer) on any news channel.

Pussy, pussy, pussy.

I hope he won the bet.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Room 201 (Part 2 of 2)

Click here to read Part 1 of this post.


I smiled, rolled over, and positioned myself on my knees and forearms. He slid himself inside me and fucked me slowly for about 30 seconds, then he pulled out and pressed his cock into my ass. I squealed and pushed back against him. As he pounded my ass I had a split second flashback to a time about a year and a half ago when he told me that he didn't mind if I screwed around with someone else as long as I remembered that my ass was his.

I was about to giggle about that, but I was yanked out of my daydream by the burning sting I felt when he brought his hand down hard on my bottom. I flinched and squealed. He slapped me on the other side. I flinched again. I waited for another slap, but it didn't come. Instead, he rabbit-pumped me - hard!- until he came.

He leaned over and kissed my back, and then he rolled back onto the bed next to me and we kissed some more - not frantic and demanding kisses, but gentle and passionate ones.

"You know," I told him. "It's been well over a year since I had any anal and that was with you."

He smiled and said, "Good," and continued kissing me.

I suppose my ass is his.

In between kisses, we talked again, this time about what's going on with his work and how our hotel has changed ownership again. We figured that it had changed ownership about 4 times since our first time there. There's a poster on an easel in the lobby showing the newly renovated rooms, but the room we were in, one of our regular rooms, was exactly the same. Same mirror covering the whole wall at the head of the bed.  Same carpet. Same ugly curtains that had come partially unhooked. The good news was that it was a bit cheaper now (Woohoo!).

He silenced my chatter by kissing me some more, and he got no argument from me.  I've always loved his kisses.

Unexpectedly, he got up on his knees and patted my back.

"Come on," he said.

I raised an eyebrow.  "Again?"


This time when he entered me I was in need again. I closed my eyes and didn't think.  I just focused on the feelings and sensations. I was torn, wanting to come, but also wanting it to last forever. In the end, I had no choice.  My body took over and I shuddered, then relaxed into the pleasure flowing electrically through my whole body. Through the fog, I felt him come.  Then he leaned over and kissed my back, then my lower back. The contrast between the power he shows when he fucks me and the gentleness when he kisses my back like he does melts my heart every time.

We curled up together again and kissed some more. It occurred to him that we should check messages since both of our phones had been buzzing and beeping for the last hour. My messages didn't have anything that couldn't wait. Unfortunately, he had a message from his wife indicating that she needed him, so he had to go early. We took another 15 minutes, though, to cuddle, kiss, and talk. We cleaned up and got dressed, and before we left we agreed on the next time we'd meet. Parting was easier because I knew when I'd see him again.

When we got to the parking lot, he kissed me at my car, and then walked to his and drove away. And so our encounter was over.

This morning, I miss him. I'm sore from our playtime, but it's the kind of soreness I love. It reminds me of the passage from The Underfucked Pussy post that talks about a woman needing to fucked wide open by a man, needing his strength, his firmness, and his masculine energy. The soreness reminds me physically that I experienced that...

.....and that my ass is his.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Room 201 (Part 1 of 2)

I looked at my phone and the text read, "Room 201."

I replied, "Geez, you're already there?"  He was about an hour early. That's ok. Eager is good.

I had to wait another 10-15 minutes before I could leave without attracting attention, but as soon as I could, I texted, "Leaving now."

The 30 minute drive went quickly.  I wondered what it would be like to see him after so long. Would it be awkward? As good as before?  Better?

When I pulled into the hotel parking lot, I sent my final text, "I'm here."

I walked in the front door and headed straight to the elevator and up to the second floor. Room 201 was close to the elevator.  The door was propped open by the slider lock.  I pushed the door open and returned the lock to its proper position before closing the door.

I stepped in."Hello?"

He walked around the corner and stood in front of me. I smiled and said, " Hi, JJ."  He slipped his arms around me and said, "Hi, Baby" just before kissing me deeply. We stood there kissing for a long time. Eventually he pulled off my blouse and bra and touched a breast. I sighed what would be the first of many sighs acknowledging both the pleasure of the sensations and memories of experiencing them before.

He reached a hand into my pants and started stroking my clit. I wiggled out of my pants to give him easier access. His was an experienced touch.  He knew exactly how to please me. He should.  He's had years of practice.

I started tugging on his shirt, trying to get it off. He pulled it off for me, then his pants, and we jumped into bed. It made me smile that before we did, we followed the same routine of pulling back the bedspread - him on his side and me on mine - and then the blanket and sheet. It had been 11 months since we'd seen each other, but those little routines and habits were still there.

We got in bed and I curled up next to him, feeling a comfortable understanding that this was where I belonged. It felt right. He kissed me again and again before sliding his hand between my legs. He slid a couple of fingers inside me, finger fucking me. After a couple of minutes, he rubbed his palm across my clit with each stroke.  That was like flipping a switch.  I was still kissing him, and I screamed into his mouth as I came, bucking against his hand.

I knew that was his warm up. As soon as my shuddering subsided, he said, "Get on your knees." I scurried into position. He moved behind me and slid his hard cock into me slowly.  I sighed and moaned this time. Ohmygod it felt amazing, filling me completely.

Not only do I *love* JJ's cock, but I haven't had a cock inside me for a few months. I know.  That's crazy, isn't it?  Me! After a while, you tell yourself that you don't really need it, and that works until you are fucked again and reminded exactly how much you do need it.

"Fuck me!" I moaned loudly, hoping he would go faster, and he did. I got dizzy  when he started pounding me full force, not because it hurt, but because it was pure pleasure - all control taken away, grabbing onto the sheets and bracing myself by putting a hand on the wall in front of me to keep from being pushed into it, his fingers digging into my hips. The orgasm came on me like an explosion, like the dizziness was the burning fuse and the launch propelled me to another level of pleasure. I screamed and bucked against him. Soon after I came, while I was still coming, actually, he released into me, groaning loudly, pulling me back onto him as he took his final thrusts.

After he came he pulled out and collapsed next to me.  Holy shit! I thought. I have missed that so much. I looked at him and realized I've missed him so much.

I curled up next to him and we kissed some more. In between kisses, we finally talked.

"I've missed you."

"I've missed you, too."

"I never stopped loving you."

"Me, neither."

"Don't ever leave me again."

"I won't."

Eventually, we started talking about ordinary things. Had he started training yet for that upcoming race? How my boys are, what's going on with his family, you saved how much when you switched from AT&T to T-Mobile?

More kisses, then he reached between my legs again. Time to go again? I thought. He answered that unspoken question a moment later when he smiled and said, "On your knees again."

To be continued.....