Thursday, March 31, 2011
HNT - Welcoming Spring
This is my first contribution to HNT (Half Naked Thursday). It's not perfect, but it is me...and my own little greeting for spring.
Prowling Friendships
My previous blog posts were requested by Kat, but now it is time for me to take the training wheels off and post something on my own.
Roughly six months ago I began reflecting on my life and discovered I was bored; just flat tired of the drudgery of the same old routine. Also due to some of life's curve-balls I was discontent and more socially isolated than I liked. Quietly I began looking for some relief to these problems and found Ashley Madison.
On the outset sex seemed to be the primary objective; that is what Ashley Madison is for right? In the end, Ashley Madison gave me something completely unexpected.
So how did I come to be Prowling with Kat? Well that story in and of it self is rather typical, married boy creates account on Ashley Madison and meets married girl. What is not typical, the part that is truly unique, is the relationship that has grown between me and Kat. We have become fast friends, partners in crime, and confidants. Our differences are as striking as the ways we compliment, support and encourage one another.
Our assumption has been that spawning a friendship like ours from Ashley Madison is rare, but maybe we are wrong. What do you think? Anyone out there have a similar story?
Roughly six months ago I began reflecting on my life and discovered I was bored; just flat tired of the drudgery of the same old routine. Also due to some of life's curve-balls I was discontent and more socially isolated than I liked. Quietly I began looking for some relief to these problems and found Ashley Madison.
On the outset sex seemed to be the primary objective; that is what Ashley Madison is for right? In the end, Ashley Madison gave me something completely unexpected.
So how did I come to be Prowling with Kat? Well that story in and of it self is rather typical, married boy creates account on Ashley Madison and meets married girl. What is not typical, the part that is truly unique, is the relationship that has grown between me and Kat. We have become fast friends, partners in crime, and confidants. Our differences are as striking as the ways we compliment, support and encourage one another.
Our assumption has been that spawning a friendship like ours from Ashley Madison is rare, but maybe we are wrong. What do you think? Anyone out there have a similar story?
Cyber Sex Challenges
I was reading through my list of favorite blogs this morning, and I came across a great post by Liam in The Accidental Philanderer. His post, Someone Who Can Teach Me, provides a great (and hilarious!) example of the challenges of writing about sex. You must (yes, I said must) read it.
It's not as easy as many people think. Seriously. And it's definitely harder than having sex.
Here are my biggest sex-related writing challenges:
By the way, I am completely open to your help with my challenges. If you have any good words or ideas for naming genitalia or other body parts, feel free to share them.
It's not as easy as many people think. Seriously. And it's definitely harder than having sex.
Here are my biggest sex-related writing challenges:
- Naming the female genitalia. How many words are there for pussy, really? Pussy. Cunt. Womanhood. Nether regions. And there are times when none of those is right. Then you have all the gross ones that guys like to banter about, but they are usually not words I would ever say, let alone write.
- Naming other body parts. Breasts. Tits. Boobs. Girlie bumps. Girls. (sigh) This is going downhill fast, isn't it? And what about balls? How many acceptable words or phrases are there for scrotum? I know the mark of a good writer can often be found in describing, rather than naming, but a written description of balls is just unappealing no matter you write it.
- Not sounding corny. Yeah, sometimes I just can't help it and I'll slip into romance novel mode. There's nothing necessarily wrong with romance novel mode, of course, assuming you're writing a romance novel, but I think a sex blog should be a little more honest, a little more raw. And a cyber sex session should definitely be hotter than a romance novel.
- Avoiding adjective diarrhea. In an effort to be descriptive, it's easy to just string together adjectives (hot, dripping, gooey, hungry cunt). That's just lazy, and annoying. I try never to string together more than two adjectives when a more detailed description can be even better.
- Describing orgasm. There are lots of ways I've chosen to describe orgasm, and I've seen it described in lots of ways, but they almost all fall short.
- Don't be afraid to talk/write dirty. That's pretty much the point, ya know.
- Imagine; then describe. Think about what you actually would do in a particular situation and then write about it descriptively. It will come across more realistically that way. Of course, if what you think you would really do is gag and throw up, you may want to use your imagination and make something up instead.
- Master one handed typing. Uh.....I think you know what this one is about. It really sucks to be in a cyber sex conversation with someone only to have them go silent when things start getting interesting. If you are playing with someone who can't type with one hand (face it, some of your guys can barely type with two hands), try taking turns doing the "talking" while the other one plays after it gets going. Another alternative is to use voice recognition software, like Dragon NaturallySpeaking Home, Version 11
. Then you can talk, instead of type, and play with two hands (which comes in very handy for the ladies). Of course, this assumes you are some place where you can speak freely. Since most of you dogs out there cyber late at night while wifey is asleep in the other room, this may not work for you.
- Use short, simple sentences and the active voice. You don't have to make it fancy. Just be direct.
- Use the first person singular for yourself (I, me) and the second person (you) for your partner. I just think it's more intimate this way. Some people like using third person (he, she, it), but that feels impersonal to me, almost like voyeurism rather than being an active participant.
- Remember that it's not all about you. Just like real sex, there's another person involved who is looking for something, too. Don't be a jerk. Think about what your partner wants.
By the way, I am completely open to your help with my challenges. If you have any good words or ideas for naming genitalia or other body parts, feel free to share them.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Young One on Fire - A Naughty Encounter with a Fireman
Those of you who have been reading Prowling with Kat for a while know that I'm typically not into the young guys. It's not that they are not adorable, but I just can't fuck anyone who looks about the same age as my son or one of his friends. That said, you also are aware that I have broken that rule a few times (read Teaching a Young One for one of those young guy stories). I was chatting with someone recently about killer blow jobs and it reminded me about one of my favorite young ones. When I couldn't stop thinking of the story until I had to..uh...you know...I decided I should share it with you, too.
When I met L, I was in my mid-40s and he was 33, much younger than my typical preference for men between 40 and 60. By the way, that has been my preference since I was 20. Go figure. I like a man who knows what he's doing, what he wants, and who knows his way around a woman's body. Can you blame me? Anyway.....
L was a fire fighter. Yes, even his youth could not get me beyond my fantasies of fucking a hot fireman. Doesn't every woman have that fantasy at some point in her life?
When L and I started chatting (yes, on Ashley Madison), I didn't think it would go anywhere. He was very cute, but the age thing was a little strange for me. Still, we continued to chat anyway. Over a couple of months, we'd chat or text occasionally - always talking about getting together, but never quite making it happen. Frankly, it was hard for me to tell if he was nervous, if he didn't really want to cheat on his wife, or if he just didn't know how to "close the deal," so to speak, so one afternoon I decided to take the bull by the horns and either make it happen or let it go.
(You should know that I'm really trying to resist all the hokey fire and fireman metaphors. I could have said, "...I decided to grab the fireman by the hose," but I didn't. I'll leave all of that for you to have fun with in the comments.)
I got a text from him that simply said, "Hi." I replied asking him where he was and what he was doing. Then I wrote that I had about 3 hours free and I was in front of a hotel about 30 minutes away from him. If he wanted to play, I'd go in right then and get a room and text him the room number. His reply was, "I'll be there in 20!" Well, well, well....it really was just about not knowing how to close the deal. I should have known.
I got the room, texted him the room number, and waited. He didn't take long to get there, which was a relief. I hate waiting alone in a hotel room. It just gives me more time to get nervous and reconsider the wisdom of what I'm doing. I offer my apologies right now to all of those who have had to wait for me because I couldn't get away from the office right away. Waiting sucks.
He knocked on the door firmly, not tentatively. That could be a good sign, I thought. When I opened the door I was very, very pleasantly surprised by what I saw. He was tall (about 6'0") and, yes, gorgeous. Close your eyes and picture a hot fireman. That is exactly who was standing at my door. The fact that he was clearly young was immediately pushed aside by the hot fireman fantasy I'd had for the last 20 years. He wore jeans, a t-shirt, and a baseball cap, and he had a backpack thrown over one shoulder. And he had a big smile on his face.
I stepped back and invited him in. He walked by me into the room and put his backpack down. I closed the door and we exchanged a polite greeting. Then we just stood there looking at each other for a moment, and I remember wondering if I was going to have to make the first move. Normally, I'll wait (and I rarely have to wait very long), but it can be different with the young ones. Sometimes they need a little help, but L wasn't that young. So I took a step toward him to see what that would do.
That was the only clue he needed. He reached out with both arms, grabbed me, pulled me to him, and started kissing and undressing me at the same time. I responded by flipping off his hat, tugging his shirt off, and unfastening those jeans he was filling out so nicely. I knelt to help him step out of his pants and I took his already hard cock into my mouth as soon as I was on my knees. The sound he made was somewhere between a gasp and a groan, but there was no doubt in my mind that I had made the right move. I sucked him only until he was out of his pants, then I stopped and stood up. He made a little disappointed whimpering sound as I pulled my mouth off of him. I took his hand and walked him over to the bed. I couldn't take my eyes off him. This was an opportunity I might not get again, so I wanted to enjoy as much of that hot fireman body as I could.
Once we got on the bed, he took charge (another very pleasant surprise) and slid his hand between my legs which I immediately opened wide for him. He found my clit easily and kissed me deeply while he rubbed it slowly and very gently. Soon, I was rocking my hips, pressing against his hand and moaning softly into his kiss. I was so focused on his lips and his hand on me that I really didn't notice when he climbed on top of me, that is, until I felt his cock enter me, sliding in all the way in one deep, smooth stroke. I pulled my knees up to feel him deeper, amazed at how easily we moved together. I made a mental note to myself to re-think this bias I had against young ones. This young one knew exactly what he was doing.
In a few minutes, he stopped, rolled me over and entered me from behind. He grabbed my hips and fucked me hard. By then I was ready to come and he was hitting just the right spot. I started shaking and felt that release come easily as I bucked back against him, squealing and moaning. He pumped harder and faster as I was coming, which just made it last longer and feel more intense for me.
He played around with several positions after that - standing by the side of the bed with me on my back and my legs up over his shoulders, me standing by the side of the bed and bending over while he took me from behind again, and back to how we started again with me on my back and him on top of me. I managed two more orgasms before he moved to the thing I knew he really wanted.
Because we had chatted so long before we actually got together, I knew some of his fantasies and things he really wanted to do, and he really, really wanted to try anal sex (doesn't every man want anal?). He got me back on my hands and knees and he moved behind me. I gave him a little bit of direction just to help him out, and soon he was fucking me in the ass deep and hard...very hard....so hard that I was holding onto the edge of the bed so he didn't push me off. With each thrust, he was pushing my knees up off the bed and forward an inch or two, then he'd pull me back by my hips. His strength was impressive; I'm not a little woman, but he had no trouble at all doing whatever he wanted and throwing me around like a doll. He grunted and screamed as he came in my ass, pulling me onto him hard and forcefully, and holding me there while he finished.
He pulled out of me and collapsed next to me. I looked over at him and there was that smile again. I wanted to laugh, but I didn't (men can easily mis-interpret a woman's laughter right after sex, so I try to avoid it and give it a few minutes before I get silly). We took a few minutes for each of us to clean up a bit, then we lounged in bed chatting for a while. Yeah, he was young, but he would still need a little bit of recovery time before he could come again, and I knew he would definitely come again. Chatting with him was fun and comfortable. He was bright (I only do smart men, remember?) and articulate and I thoroughly enjoyed just letting him talk about his family and his life while I stared at his body.
Soon, I couldn't stand it anymore and I just had to start touching and kissing him again. He laid back while I explored his body with my mouth and hands. When Igot down to his cock, I decided I was going to take my time and really enjoy myself. I started by kissing and licking around his cock, but not touching it with my mouth. It jumped when my cheek lightly brushed against it, and again when my hair trailed across it as I started licking his balls. He had his eyes closed and he was moaning quietly, but almost constantly now. I sucked on his balls for a minute or two before licking his shaft several times from the base all the way to the tip - very slowly. I moved back to the base and started rubbing my cheek against him, licking and sucking as I did....soon I was rubbing my entire face up and down on his cock and balls, spreading his precum all over his shaft with my face and he was pressing against me, rocking his hips, asking for more. I was using the opportunity to memorize every single bump and ridge and every sensitive spot. I took note of exactly which spots made him shudder and which ones made him thrust before taking him into my mouth.
I took his cock into my mouth slowly, but deeply, all the way in on the first stroke until I felt the head on the back of my throat. Then I pushed down until I felt it pop into my throat. He cried out and sat up about half way before falling back again and grabbing my hair. I held it there for as long as I could, then I pulled back and started sucking him slowly - the whole shaft from base to tip, swallowing the head on each and every stroke. When I felt him start to harden that little extra bit, knowing he was about to come, I changed it up a bit, massaging his balls, suckling only the head, until he wasn't on the edge anymore, and then I'd continue. I repeated that pattern about 5 times as he laid there moaning and begging loudly.
After about 30 minutes, I knew it was time to let him come, so when I felt him getting close that time, instead of pulling back or changing the pace, I pressed down and swallowed repeatedly, letting my throat and soft palate do the work. He screamed when he came, grabbing my hair and holding my head down on him. I continued to suck and swallow as he came,which was no small feat because I couldn't breathe and he was still emptying into my throat almost a full minute later.
I rolled over and attempted to catch my breath, smiling as he let out a string of expletives about how amazing it felt. That reminded me about something else I liked about the young ones - their gratitude. Less experienced than the older guys, it didn't take too much to make them happy or impress them, but I was still very pleased that L understood that this was pretty special and unusual by any standard.
We lounged together talking for a little while longer. L pulled out a picture of his son (I can't resist cute kid pictures) so I shared some photos of my kids, too. Then we cleaned up and got dressed, and I still couldn't take my eyes off of him as he pulled his clothes back on. We kissed each other goodbye (a very sweet, tender kiss), agreeing that we would definitely meet again.
When I met L, I was in my mid-40s and he was 33, much younger than my typical preference for men between 40 and 60. By the way, that has been my preference since I was 20. Go figure. I like a man who knows what he's doing, what he wants, and who knows his way around a woman's body. Can you blame me? Anyway.....
L was a fire fighter. Yes, even his youth could not get me beyond my fantasies of fucking a hot fireman. Doesn't every woman have that fantasy at some point in her life?
When L and I started chatting (yes, on Ashley Madison), I didn't think it would go anywhere. He was very cute, but the age thing was a little strange for me. Still, we continued to chat anyway. Over a couple of months, we'd chat or text occasionally - always talking about getting together, but never quite making it happen. Frankly, it was hard for me to tell if he was nervous, if he didn't really want to cheat on his wife, or if he just didn't know how to "close the deal," so to speak, so one afternoon I decided to take the bull by the horns and either make it happen or let it go.
(You should know that I'm really trying to resist all the hokey fire and fireman metaphors. I could have said, "...I decided to grab the fireman by the hose," but I didn't. I'll leave all of that for you to have fun with in the comments.)
I got a text from him that simply said, "Hi." I replied asking him where he was and what he was doing. Then I wrote that I had about 3 hours free and I was in front of a hotel about 30 minutes away from him. If he wanted to play, I'd go in right then and get a room and text him the room number. His reply was, "I'll be there in 20!" Well, well, well....it really was just about not knowing how to close the deal. I should have known.
I got the room, texted him the room number, and waited. He didn't take long to get there, which was a relief. I hate waiting alone in a hotel room. It just gives me more time to get nervous and reconsider the wisdom of what I'm doing. I offer my apologies right now to all of those who have had to wait for me because I couldn't get away from the office right away. Waiting sucks.
He knocked on the door firmly, not tentatively. That could be a good sign, I thought. When I opened the door I was very, very pleasantly surprised by what I saw. He was tall (about 6'0") and, yes, gorgeous. Close your eyes and picture a hot fireman. That is exactly who was standing at my door. The fact that he was clearly young was immediately pushed aside by the hot fireman fantasy I'd had for the last 20 years. He wore jeans, a t-shirt, and a baseball cap, and he had a backpack thrown over one shoulder. And he had a big smile on his face.
I stepped back and invited him in. He walked by me into the room and put his backpack down. I closed the door and we exchanged a polite greeting. Then we just stood there looking at each other for a moment, and I remember wondering if I was going to have to make the first move. Normally, I'll wait (and I rarely have to wait very long), but it can be different with the young ones. Sometimes they need a little help, but L wasn't that young. So I took a step toward him to see what that would do.
That was the only clue he needed. He reached out with both arms, grabbed me, pulled me to him, and started kissing and undressing me at the same time. I responded by flipping off his hat, tugging his shirt off, and unfastening those jeans he was filling out so nicely. I knelt to help him step out of his pants and I took his already hard cock into my mouth as soon as I was on my knees. The sound he made was somewhere between a gasp and a groan, but there was no doubt in my mind that I had made the right move. I sucked him only until he was out of his pants, then I stopped and stood up. He made a little disappointed whimpering sound as I pulled my mouth off of him. I took his hand and walked him over to the bed. I couldn't take my eyes off him. This was an opportunity I might not get again, so I wanted to enjoy as much of that hot fireman body as I could.
Once we got on the bed, he took charge (another very pleasant surprise) and slid his hand between my legs which I immediately opened wide for him. He found my clit easily and kissed me deeply while he rubbed it slowly and very gently. Soon, I was rocking my hips, pressing against his hand and moaning softly into his kiss. I was so focused on his lips and his hand on me that I really didn't notice when he climbed on top of me, that is, until I felt his cock enter me, sliding in all the way in one deep, smooth stroke. I pulled my knees up to feel him deeper, amazed at how easily we moved together. I made a mental note to myself to re-think this bias I had against young ones. This young one knew exactly what he was doing.
In a few minutes, he stopped, rolled me over and entered me from behind. He grabbed my hips and fucked me hard. By then I was ready to come and he was hitting just the right spot. I started shaking and felt that release come easily as I bucked back against him, squealing and moaning. He pumped harder and faster as I was coming, which just made it last longer and feel more intense for me.
He played around with several positions after that - standing by the side of the bed with me on my back and my legs up over his shoulders, me standing by the side of the bed and bending over while he took me from behind again, and back to how we started again with me on my back and him on top of me. I managed two more orgasms before he moved to the thing I knew he really wanted.
Because we had chatted so long before we actually got together, I knew some of his fantasies and things he really wanted to do, and he really, really wanted to try anal sex (doesn't every man want anal?). He got me back on my hands and knees and he moved behind me. I gave him a little bit of direction just to help him out, and soon he was fucking me in the ass deep and hard...very hard....so hard that I was holding onto the edge of the bed so he didn't push me off. With each thrust, he was pushing my knees up off the bed and forward an inch or two, then he'd pull me back by my hips. His strength was impressive; I'm not a little woman, but he had no trouble at all doing whatever he wanted and throwing me around like a doll. He grunted and screamed as he came in my ass, pulling me onto him hard and forcefully, and holding me there while he finished.
He pulled out of me and collapsed next to me. I looked over at him and there was that smile again. I wanted to laugh, but I didn't (men can easily mis-interpret a woman's laughter right after sex, so I try to avoid it and give it a few minutes before I get silly). We took a few minutes for each of us to clean up a bit, then we lounged in bed chatting for a while. Yeah, he was young, but he would still need a little bit of recovery time before he could come again, and I knew he would definitely come again. Chatting with him was fun and comfortable. He was bright (I only do smart men, remember?) and articulate and I thoroughly enjoyed just letting him talk about his family and his life while I stared at his body.
Soon, I couldn't stand it anymore and I just had to start touching and kissing him again. He laid back while I explored his body with my mouth and hands. When Igot down to his cock, I decided I was going to take my time and really enjoy myself. I started by kissing and licking around his cock, but not touching it with my mouth. It jumped when my cheek lightly brushed against it, and again when my hair trailed across it as I started licking his balls. He had his eyes closed and he was moaning quietly, but almost constantly now. I sucked on his balls for a minute or two before licking his shaft several times from the base all the way to the tip - very slowly. I moved back to the base and started rubbing my cheek against him, licking and sucking as I did....soon I was rubbing my entire face up and down on his cock and balls, spreading his precum all over his shaft with my face and he was pressing against me, rocking his hips, asking for more. I was using the opportunity to memorize every single bump and ridge and every sensitive spot. I took note of exactly which spots made him shudder and which ones made him thrust before taking him into my mouth.
I took his cock into my mouth slowly, but deeply, all the way in on the first stroke until I felt the head on the back of my throat. Then I pushed down until I felt it pop into my throat. He cried out and sat up about half way before falling back again and grabbing my hair. I held it there for as long as I could, then I pulled back and started sucking him slowly - the whole shaft from base to tip, swallowing the head on each and every stroke. When I felt him start to harden that little extra bit, knowing he was about to come, I changed it up a bit, massaging his balls, suckling only the head, until he wasn't on the edge anymore, and then I'd continue. I repeated that pattern about 5 times as he laid there moaning and begging loudly.
After about 30 minutes, I knew it was time to let him come, so when I felt him getting close that time, instead of pulling back or changing the pace, I pressed down and swallowed repeatedly, letting my throat and soft palate do the work. He screamed when he came, grabbing my hair and holding my head down on him. I continued to suck and swallow as he came,which was no small feat because I couldn't breathe and he was still emptying into my throat almost a full minute later.
I rolled over and attempted to catch my breath, smiling as he let out a string of expletives about how amazing it felt. That reminded me about something else I liked about the young ones - their gratitude. Less experienced than the older guys, it didn't take too much to make them happy or impress them, but I was still very pleased that L understood that this was pretty special and unusual by any standard.
We lounged together talking for a little while longer. L pulled out a picture of his son (I can't resist cute kid pictures) so I shared some photos of my kids, too. Then we cleaned up and got dressed, and I still couldn't take my eyes off of him as he pulled his clothes back on. We kissed each other goodbye (a very sweet, tender kiss), agreeing that we would definitely meet again.
Top Posts from the Past Week and Other Stuff
Hey there, Prowlers. I've got a few goodies for you today. First, if you haven't already noticed, there are some tabs just below the title bar above that will take you to collections of posts. For example, the "Sex, Sex, Only Sex" tab will take you to a collection of all of our sex posts (yummy!). The "Advice" tab will take you to a collection of advice posts.
Next, you know I like to give you a list of the most popular posts from the previous week. If you haven't had a chance to check them out, now is a great opportunity to catch up. Here's your weekly list of most read posts from the past week. Enjoy!
10 Tips for Wives to Keep Your Husband from Cheating
What Women Really Want in Bed
Contented Kat?
All Filled Up - A Naughty Story
Why Kat Prowls
Next, you know I like to give you a list of the most popular posts from the previous week. If you haven't had a chance to check them out, now is a great opportunity to catch up. Here's your weekly list of most read posts from the past week. Enjoy!
10 Tips for Wives to Keep Your Husband from Cheating
What Women Really Want in Bed
Contented Kat?
All Filled Up - A Naughty Story
Why Kat Prowls
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Contented Kat?
I was chatting with a good friend this morning (yes, a prowler) and he brought up the topic of being content, not needing to actively prowl. He's got three honeys in his prowling queue, and he's pretty happy with that (and them). The thought of actively looking for more is just not appealing to him right now.
That got me thinking about where I am, and honestly, I'm in the same place. That realization shocked me because I'm never (ok, rarely) satisfied, yet here I am feeling pretty content with my honey-on-the-side and not even tempted to open Ashley Madison to prowl around a bit. Wow. In fact, I haven't been active on AM for quite a while.
Here's what's going on: I am having some big challenges at work that are demanding my focus and attention, leaving me with less time for prowling than I would like and that I have had in the past. I have a good friend to whom I can tell anything and that's really nice. Things at home are pretty calm. And as for my honey-on-the-side, he really gets me. Our relationship has just the right blend of friendship and heat to keep me satisfied. Of course, I'd love more time with him, but I think that would be true no matter how much time we had together. Finally, all of your wonderful emails give me the chance to get my flirt on when I'm feeling that need, too (and I really do appreciate hearing from you -- keep 'em coming!). What more could a Kat want?
Does this mean you won't be seeing any more naughty posts? Heck, no! I'm as naughty and horny as ever (seriously, I am) and you know how I love to share that with you.
My point is that I wanted to share that sometimes you can reach a really nice place in this prowling lifestyle. You don't have to be on the hunt and on edge all the time. It can be comfortable, supportive, even loving. Now, I know that some of you prowling dogs out there dig the hunt. In fact, it's the hunt that you really need. If that's you, get your hunt on! If you're looking for something a little less stressful (but no less intense), just be aware that it's possible.
So, for now, picture me as a contented Kat, sprawled out naked and comfortable on a bear skin rug in front of a nice warm fire. Honey, are you going to join me?
That got me thinking about where I am, and honestly, I'm in the same place. That realization shocked me because I'm never (ok, rarely) satisfied, yet here I am feeling pretty content with my honey-on-the-side and not even tempted to open Ashley Madison to prowl around a bit. Wow. In fact, I haven't been active on AM for quite a while.
Here's what's going on: I am having some big challenges at work that are demanding my focus and attention, leaving me with less time for prowling than I would like and that I have had in the past. I have a good friend to whom I can tell anything and that's really nice. Things at home are pretty calm. And as for my honey-on-the-side, he really gets me. Our relationship has just the right blend of friendship and heat to keep me satisfied. Of course, I'd love more time with him, but I think that would be true no matter how much time we had together. Finally, all of your wonderful emails give me the chance to get my flirt on when I'm feeling that need, too (and I really do appreciate hearing from you -- keep 'em coming!). What more could a Kat want?
Does this mean you won't be seeing any more naughty posts? Heck, no! I'm as naughty and horny as ever (seriously, I am) and you know how I love to share that with you.
My point is that I wanted to share that sometimes you can reach a really nice place in this prowling lifestyle. You don't have to be on the hunt and on edge all the time. It can be comfortable, supportive, even loving. Now, I know that some of you prowling dogs out there dig the hunt. In fact, it's the hunt that you really need. If that's you, get your hunt on! If you're looking for something a little less stressful (but no less intense), just be aware that it's possible.
So, for now, picture me as a contented Kat, sprawled out naked and comfortable on a bear skin rug in front of a nice warm fire. Honey, are you going to join me?
Saturday, March 19, 2011
10 Tips for Wives to Keep Your Husband from Cheating
Ok, I know that your first reaction to this is going to be that it's not your fault if he cheats, and you are right, of course. Your husband is responsible for his own behavior. Not only that, but there are some guys who are going to cheat no matter what you do just because they are addicted to the newness of fresh pussy (If my use of the word "pussy" just offended you, get over it. You need to toughen up if you are going to compete with the prowling women out there, ok?). As I was saying, even though you are not responsible for his choices, there are some things you can do to minimize the chances that your man will stray.
I know what I'm talking about. I have been "the other woman" with more than a few "happily married" men. I've listened to countless stories about their wives and their marriages and how they would like them to be different. The first thing I want to tell you is that, almost without exception, they really do love you and they really do want their marriages to work. But some things are missing.
Here are some tips to help you address those things before your man steps out of the marriage to find them:
I know what I'm talking about. I have been "the other woman" with more than a few "happily married" men. I've listened to countless stories about their wives and their marriages and how they would like them to be different. The first thing I want to tell you is that, almost without exception, they really do love you and they really do want their marriages to work. But some things are missing.
Here are some tips to help you address those things before your man steps out of the marriage to find them:
- Don't underestimate the importance of a sexual relationship to man. Women tend to minimize the importance of sex and write it off as a male perversion, but it's not. Wanting sex regularly, particularly with the woman they love, is completely normal - biologically and emotionally. Cutting it off has all sorts of ramifications, not the least of which is that they will often feel unwanted and like they are not fully appreciated as a man. It's a big deal. Please stop acting like it's not. We could debate all day about whether other things in a relationship are or should be more important, but that doesn't matter. The fact remains that your husband needs a satisfying sexual relationship with you to be truly happy in the marriage. It's not just a want, but a need.
- Make your husband feel like sex with him is important to you, too. The one thing I have heard from every single married man I've ever been with is what a turn on it is to be with a woman who wants to have sex, and who wants to have sex with him. They feel like you don't want them anymore and your half-hearted attempts to give in to them as you openly act like you just want it over with as soon as possible are hurtful to some and downright offensive to others. Your husband's sexual satisfaction is not just about orgasm. He needs to feel that you want to have sex with him and that you enjoy it.
- Get help to get over your "issues." Many men say that their wife has just lost interest in sex and that there appears to be nothing that either spouse can do about that. That is simply not true. If you have lost interest in sex, please go to your doctor and tell him that you have lost interest and ask for help. There are many biological conditions that might be interfering with your libido. Work with your doctor to find any problem, if there is one, and treat it. After that, if you still have no desire, seek counseling.
- Learn to give (and like) oral sex. Men like oral sex. I often hear them say that their wives won't do it or that their wives don't do it well. If I told you that learning to give good head might be the difference between losing or keeping your husband, would you do it? Good girl. So, educate yourself. When I was newly married, I knew my husband loved to receive oral satisfaction, but I also felt very inadequate because I knew I didn't know what I was doing. One day, I sat him down and I told him how I was feeling. I told him that I wanted to learn how to do it, and I asked him if he would teach me what he likes and what he doesn't. And I also asked him to be patient with me. Before I was even done saying that, his pants were off and his cock was hard, and he was ready to give me my first lesson. He talked me through it. I tried different things. He gave me immediate feedback (kind words, moans, and cum) when I did it well. I practiced....a lot, because it was important to me to please him. I also looked at some books and videos and tried to learn even more. I really got into it and learned to like it (a lot), and my husband was turned on by the fact that I wanted to learn.
- Speak up, and teach your husband what turns you on. Trust me, your pleasure is a big turn on for your husband. If he's just missing the mark, so to speak, in helping you come to orgasm, show him what to do. Talk him through it. He will get the message that you really want pleasure, which he will love, and he'll want to give it to you. For a man, a huge part of feeling sexually powerful is knowing that he can please a woman. I've been with men who who were just deliriously excited that they could make me come because they thought they had lost the ability to bring a woman pleasure and my orgasm showed them that wasn't true. Their wives' lack of interest had actually convinced these men that there was something wrong with them. They had lost confidence, and they went to another woman to get it back. Let your husband please you. Show him how. If you don't know how, get professional help (see #3, above).
- Have more sex. Interestingly, the more you have sex, the more you'll want sex. It stimulates the pleasure center of your brain and gets your hormones and other juices flowing. Sometimes the best way to shake your libido awake is just to start having sex.
- Try something new. Buy your husband a sex toy to try out on you. Get an instructional sex book or DVD and try new positions together. You can never be "fresh pussy" for your husband like you were when you were first married, but you can do the next best thing - you can keep it as fresh as possible by not falling into a routine of doing the same thing every time. You may think that your husband should take the lead on this if it matters to him, but often your husband won't try something new because he's afraid he'll offend you and then he won't get any sex at all (and that is something most men want to avoid at all costs). If you bring up new things to try, he'll know that you understand how important the sexual relationship is to him and you'll keep him wondering what fun thing you'll come up with next. And that will keep him at home with you.
- Remember that sex starts outside the bedroom. I know. Men are really bad about this. I can't tell you how many times over the last 20+ years my husband has been short with me or cranky and then wanted sex when we went to bed. It's like there's a total disconnect between the brain and the cock. Still, if you want your husband to stay sexually interested in you, you need to give him something to be interested in. Send him sweet (and maybe even dirty) little text messages and notes ("Watching you come out of the shower this morning got me wet, too. Can't wait 'til tonight." "I love you. Can't wait to feel your arms around me again."). Get as naughty as you want. This is your husband, for goodness' sake! Don't be shy. Just remember, if your husband is having an affair, he's going to be getting even naughtier little messages than the examples I gave you, and he'll love them and they will make him rush to her to get some of the real thing. Don't you want him thinking about you and rushing home to you instead?
- Be nice to your husband. This is really part of #8, but I wanted to list it separately because it's very important. Please forgive me for being so blunt, but some of you are just bitches to your men. You henpeck them and try to control them constantly, your speak to them very harshly and rudely, and you belittle their attempts at affection. Why are you surprised when they find escape in the arms of a woman who speaks softly and gently to them and treats them nicely? Now, this doesn't apply to all of you because I often hear from men that they love everything about their wives except their sex lives, but I also hear from others that they are tired of being treated like a meal ticket and a home repair man. When a marriage is going through a rough spell, it can be hard to remember the basic courtesies of companionship, but please make an effort. Say "please" and "thank you." Follow the basic rule you learned from your mom - "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all" - and follow the Golden Rule.
- Don't give up. It's hard to change behavior and learn new skills and habits, even if you really want to. Please don't give up. The cost will be a great one if you quit, but the payoff if you persevere will be wonderful. Imagine your husband doting on you like he did when you were first married. Wouldn't you love to be fully satisfied in the bedroom? You can be, and so can he. No, it's not as easy as it was when you were new together, but that doesn't mean that it can't be even better if you make a good effort. Isn't he worth it?
Top Posts from the Past Week
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What Women Really Want in Bed
Is it ok to Cheat on Your Wedding Anniversary?
Waking Up to Pleasure - A Woman's Fantasy (By DauntlessD)
All Filled Up - A Naughty Story
Fantasy Time
The Contender - Another Naughty Adventure
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What Women Really Want in Bed
Is it ok to Cheat on Your Wedding Anniversary?
Waking Up to Pleasure - A Woman's Fantasy (By DauntlessD)
All Filled Up - A Naughty Story
Fantasy Time
The Contender - Another Naughty Adventure
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Friday, March 18, 2011
All Filled Up - A Naughty Story
It's a rainy day here today, which makes me long for cozy, warm embraces and even more naughtiness in a secluded hotel room. Since there is little chance of fulfilling that desire today, I've had to rely on my memory of past pleasurable moments to keep me warm. Today, my mind is wandering constantly to P. Yes, you read about P in The Contender, so you know he's a favorite of mine. That story was about our first meeting, but today my mind keeps focusing on another meeting...
He was waiting for me when I got to the room. Work had been crazy. I was frazzled, but I knew that an oasis was right in front of me, and time with him would be like jumping into a pool of cool water on a hot summer day. He opened the door and smiled that amazing smile of his and my stress started to melt away immediately. The rest of it evaporated as soon as he closed the door, pulled me close to him, and kissed me.
Those kisses.....Words are inadequate to describe them. I turned my head up and stretched up to meet his lips. It felt natural just to let him take over - probing my mouth with his tongue, reaching a hand into my panties, holding me tight against him with his other arm. Yes, surrendering to P was the most natural thing in the world.
The last time we were together, clothes came off a little at a time. Not this time. As soon as there was a break in the kissing, I pulled off my shirt, bra, pants, and panties, as quickly as I could. The only time I paused was when he took off his shirt. Mmmm.....that is a lovely sight to be savored. I couldn't help myself from stopping and staring for a moment, but I couldn't tarry long. I had to finish undressing so I could feel his hands against my skin and get close enough again to kiss that gorgeous body of his. As soon as we were naked he pulled me back to him and starting kissing me again. He slid a hand easily between my legs and started teasing my clit. I opened my legs a little and leaned back against a chair to steady myself, still unable to stop kissing him. His hand was gentle, and he moved slowly, but I knew that soon he would be forceful and commanding, so I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations that started surging as his fingers meandered purposefully over my clit.
Soon, we were on the bed and P was on top of me, still kissing me, nudging my legs apart and sliding his nice hard cock inside me. I don't care how many times I experienced it, that was an amazing feeling. I lifted my knees so I could feel him deeper, arching my back, rocking with him as he thrusted slowly. He didn't look away or close his eyes while he was fucking me; he looked right into my eyes and held my gaze as he moved faster, almost like he was studying me, memorizing every expression as I surrendered to him. That first orgasm was gentle. It built slowly and released like a levee being overtaken by a river and then bursting open.
While I was still coming, he asked, "What do you want now?" I rolled over onto my hands and knees and told him, "I want you from behind." He smiled (damn, I loved that smile!) and slid his cock into my pussy quickly. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto to him so he could hold me there while he pumped me hard and fast. He knew I loved the intensity of moving directly from one orgasm to the beginning of another, but he wouldn't let me have it yet. As I was starting to shudder, he pulled out of my pussy and slid his cock into my ass. He was gentle and slow at first - always considerate - but that didn't last long. Soon, he was thrusting wildly, making me grunt and moan with with every stroke. Then he pulled out again and went back to my pussy, making me scream as he entered me. By now, I was bucking against him forcefully, wanting more, wanting it harder, wanting it deeper. He uttered softly, "So that's what you want, darlin', isn't it?" I nodded my head, and moaned approval as I came hard. "Ah, that's my good girl," he said. I purred with satisfaction and didn't move, letting the pleasure spasms continue.
A minute or so later, he pulled out and stayed behind me, rubbing my pussy with his hand. I could hear the wetness as he inserted a finger inside me, then another, and another. I was resting, head on the pillow, ass in the air, catching my breath, when I realized what he was doing. I couldn't help myself; I had to push back against him. He added another finger, twisted his hand...moved his hand in and out slowly, letting me stretch to accommodate him. He slid a finger into my ass, too, and I could feel my body responding, ready to go again. He just kept going, fisting me exactly the way I like. I loved it, and I thought he was going to let me cum like that, but hen I felt another finger in my ass...no....that wasn't his hand. He had slipped his hard cock back into my ass while he was fisting me (yes, very tall guy....long arms), alternately pumping the two so I had to hold steady, not knowing when to push back, wanting both deeper, fully filled by him. OMG!
There have been a few times in my life when the physical sensation of a sexual encounter was so intense that I just couldn't think. This was one of those times. My brain checked out and my body took over. All I remember were the waves of pleasure, the fullness of him in both my cunt and my ass, the sounds of my own breathing and squealed moans, and the pressure of his strong thrusts.
I laid on the bed next to him afterwards, catching my breath again, not quite sure if what I thought just happened had really happened. We chatted for a bit (I loved listening to him talk, learning about his life...really, a remarkable man). Then our time togetehr ended as it had before - with him rolling on top of me and me wrapping my legs around him while we made love. Gentle and sweet. Hips grinding together. Deep kisses. He took his time, waiting for me, moving slowly until I started to shake and release. Then he moved faster and harder and came deep inside me. I smiled as he shuddered and groaned. Mmmm.....so, so nice.
As always, our time was over way too quickly. We both had to get back to work. But there would be another time..and another. He promised me a double fisting soon. Ooooo! Doesn't that sound like fun?
He was waiting for me when I got to the room. Work had been crazy. I was frazzled, but I knew that an oasis was right in front of me, and time with him would be like jumping into a pool of cool water on a hot summer day. He opened the door and smiled that amazing smile of his and my stress started to melt away immediately. The rest of it evaporated as soon as he closed the door, pulled me close to him, and kissed me.
Those kisses.....Words are inadequate to describe them. I turned my head up and stretched up to meet his lips. It felt natural just to let him take over - probing my mouth with his tongue, reaching a hand into my panties, holding me tight against him with his other arm. Yes, surrendering to P was the most natural thing in the world.
The last time we were together, clothes came off a little at a time. Not this time. As soon as there was a break in the kissing, I pulled off my shirt, bra, pants, and panties, as quickly as I could. The only time I paused was when he took off his shirt. Mmmm.....that is a lovely sight to be savored. I couldn't help myself from stopping and staring for a moment, but I couldn't tarry long. I had to finish undressing so I could feel his hands against my skin and get close enough again to kiss that gorgeous body of his. As soon as we were naked he pulled me back to him and starting kissing me again. He slid a hand easily between my legs and started teasing my clit. I opened my legs a little and leaned back against a chair to steady myself, still unable to stop kissing him. His hand was gentle, and he moved slowly, but I knew that soon he would be forceful and commanding, so I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations that started surging as his fingers meandered purposefully over my clit.
Soon, we were on the bed and P was on top of me, still kissing me, nudging my legs apart and sliding his nice hard cock inside me. I don't care how many times I experienced it, that was an amazing feeling. I lifted my knees so I could feel him deeper, arching my back, rocking with him as he thrusted slowly. He didn't look away or close his eyes while he was fucking me; he looked right into my eyes and held my gaze as he moved faster, almost like he was studying me, memorizing every expression as I surrendered to him. That first orgasm was gentle. It built slowly and released like a levee being overtaken by a river and then bursting open.
While I was still coming, he asked, "What do you want now?" I rolled over onto my hands and knees and told him, "I want you from behind." He smiled (damn, I loved that smile!) and slid his cock into my pussy quickly. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto to him so he could hold me there while he pumped me hard and fast. He knew I loved the intensity of moving directly from one orgasm to the beginning of another, but he wouldn't let me have it yet. As I was starting to shudder, he pulled out of my pussy and slid his cock into my ass. He was gentle and slow at first - always considerate - but that didn't last long. Soon, he was thrusting wildly, making me grunt and moan with with every stroke. Then he pulled out again and went back to my pussy, making me scream as he entered me. By now, I was bucking against him forcefully, wanting more, wanting it harder, wanting it deeper. He uttered softly, "So that's what you want, darlin', isn't it?" I nodded my head, and moaned approval as I came hard. "Ah, that's my good girl," he said. I purred with satisfaction and didn't move, letting the pleasure spasms continue.
A minute or so later, he pulled out and stayed behind me, rubbing my pussy with his hand. I could hear the wetness as he inserted a finger inside me, then another, and another. I was resting, head on the pillow, ass in the air, catching my breath, when I realized what he was doing. I couldn't help myself; I had to push back against him. He added another finger, twisted his hand...moved his hand in and out slowly, letting me stretch to accommodate him. He slid a finger into my ass, too, and I could feel my body responding, ready to go again. He just kept going, fisting me exactly the way I like. I loved it, and I thought he was going to let me cum like that, but hen I felt another finger in my ass...no....that wasn't his hand. He had slipped his hard cock back into my ass while he was fisting me (yes, very tall guy....long arms), alternately pumping the two so I had to hold steady, not knowing when to push back, wanting both deeper, fully filled by him. OMG!
There have been a few times in my life when the physical sensation of a sexual encounter was so intense that I just couldn't think. This was one of those times. My brain checked out and my body took over. All I remember were the waves of pleasure, the fullness of him in both my cunt and my ass, the sounds of my own breathing and squealed moans, and the pressure of his strong thrusts.
I laid on the bed next to him afterwards, catching my breath again, not quite sure if what I thought just happened had really happened. We chatted for a bit (I loved listening to him talk, learning about his life...really, a remarkable man). Then our time togetehr ended as it had before - with him rolling on top of me and me wrapping my legs around him while we made love. Gentle and sweet. Hips grinding together. Deep kisses. He took his time, waiting for me, moving slowly until I started to shake and release. Then he moved faster and harder and came deep inside me. I smiled as he shuddered and groaned. Mmmm.....so, so nice.
As always, our time was over way too quickly. We both had to get back to work. But there would be another time..and another. He promised me a double fisting soon. Ooooo! Doesn't that sound like fun?
Thursday, March 17, 2011
9 Things to Think About Before You Cheat
I have been having a very interesting email exchange with a gentleman over the last couple of days that has some real potential. It got me thinking, though, about the whole "before you cheat" phase of a relationship. There are some important things to be considered before you make the decision to cheat.
As you read the list, please keep in mind that I don't mean to freak you out, but the decision you are about to make is not an inconsequential one. It could impact your children, your entire family, if you are not careful. It should definitely not be entered into lightly.
Then you can enjoy letting your honey-on-the-side blindfold you. ;-)
As you read the list, please keep in mind that I don't mean to freak you out, but the decision you are about to make is not an inconsequential one. It could impact your children, your entire family, if you are not careful. It should definitely not be entered into lightly.
- Are you sure you really want to do this? If you've been reading this blog for any amount of time, you know my #1 piece of advice for folks who haven't cheated yet is, "Don't do it." Why? Because you can't turn back the clock. Infidelity is a pretty big bell that you can never un-ring. Obviously, I can't say that there aren't many wonderful pleasures that can be found in prowling (mmm..picture me smiling and getting wet as I think about a few...), but think carefully about it before you start.
- What do you really want? Don't just say, "sex." That's too easy. Think beyond that. Do you want a one night stand? Do you want a short term fling? Do you want an emotional relationship with a sexual component? Do you want a long term affair? I know, most of you dogs out there just scratched your horny little heads in confusion thinking, "Uh...is it really that complicated?" Well, it can be. If you find a woman who wants an emotional relationship with sex and all you want is a short term fling, you may end up with a problem on your hands (can you spell s-t-a-l-k-e-r?).
- Are you prepared to risk the consequences of getting caught by your spouse? No, you can't just say that you won't get caught. No one starts cheating thinking they will be caught Everyone hopes and assumes they won't be caught, yet many are. If you can't handle the consequences of getting caught, don't do it. Period.
- Have you thought about logistics? Take a look at 10 Tips for Cheating on Your Spouse and Kat's Advice for Prowling Men. These posts will give you some advice about logistics and other things you should consider in advance.
- How much about your life are you willing to share with someone new? Some people like to share a lot about themselves and others don't. Don't be caught off guard and end up spilling all sorts of information you had hoped to keep private just because you didn't think about it in advance.
- Are you sure you are disease free? Do me a favor. Go get yourself tested. You may think that there is no possible way you could have an STD because you have only been with your wife and she's too frigid or too moral (or whatever) to have been with anyone else, but think about this: If you are bored with your sex life and want some thrills, she may have beat you to it. Or maybe she had a one-time fling with someone a couple of years ago and managed to keep the secret. Many STDs are symptom-free in the early stages. Go get checked out so you can honestly tell your new honey-on-the-side that you're clean. By the way, I am 100% certain that my husband would swear I have never, ever cheated and that I never would. Does that make you think twice about your own spouse? It should.
- How are you going to be sure you don't bring any diseases home? Yeah, I know you hate condoms. No one likes them, but not using them is extremely risky. And here's the real truth - most married people who cheat do not use condoms. That should scare the hell out of you because if that sweet little new piece of ass you're thinking of screwing has cheated even once, it's likely that she did it without a condom.
- Do you have enough time to cheat? This falls under the logistics topic, but it's a big enough deal to be addressed on its own. If your life is too full now, you may not have time for this, and if that's the case, you could end up making some stupid mistakes (changing habits quickly, etc.) that would draw attention to your behavior and increase the likelihood of being caught.
- Are you able to lie to your spouse? Lying to my husband is the worst part about prowling for me. I love the man. I feel terribly guilty for lying to him, but I do it anyway (No, I don't feel nearly as guilty about coming in another man's arms or sucking my honey-on-the-side's gorgeous cock. Go figure.). If you are incapable of lying to your spouse, that's a wonderful thing! It also means you won't be able to cheat without getting caught.
Then you can enjoy letting your honey-on-the-side blindfold you. ;-)
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
When Worlds Collide
As you might have guessed, my real name isn't Kat and most of the people in my real life don't know anything about this blog or my prowling ways. In fact, I'm quite the picture of respectability - business owner, soccer mom, churchgoer, pillar of the community. I contribute to bake sales, I chaperon school field trips, and I work a board room better than most. To paraphrase a famous song - I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, and never let my husband forget who's the man.
I think I'm pretty good at keeping my worlds separate, but every now and then the boundaries get a bit muddled. I have one very good friend from my prowling world who has crossed over to be a true friend in my real life. And I have a friend from my respectable life who knows all about Kat and my adventures (well, not all of my adventures, but many; some secrets are shared with no one...ever). These two wonderful people provide just enough connection between my two worlds to keep me from feeling schizophrenic.
But every now and then, someone in my respectable world comes dangerously close to my prowling world, and I have to make a decision. Quickly deflect, change the subject, and hope they missed it? Or trust them and let them in on my secret? Well, that second option is just stupid, since I want to stay married, so I always default to the first choice and I start talking around the issues until we're talking about sports or the new line of Coach purses.
The real problem comes up, though, when there is someone in my respectable life who I want to pull into my prowling world. It happened to me today. I was having an impromptu lunch with a man I have known and loved as a friend for years. In fact, he was a friend of my husband's before he was my friend. Yes, I can see the flashing red lights and sirens telling me to step away from the danger zone, but this man draws me to that danger zone. Now, I just said I love him as a friend, and that's the truth. Have I ever thought about more than that? Heck yeah! But all of the rules of respectability say not to go there...and he's made it clear in the past that he's not interested. Doesn't get much clearer than that, right?
Today, though, I was tempted to just tell him about my prowling secret, but I didn't, of course. Then, later on, he was using my phone to check his email and my Kat email came up instead. Ack! So, I told him quickly about the blog. No details. No URL. Just the name, and that it's a sex blog, and then the subject change. It was a clumsy combination of the two options above - not a full deflection, but not full trust or disclosure, either.
It's official. I'm an idiot.
What good does it do me to expend all the energy I have for years to keep my two worlds separate if I'm just going to blow it by saying too much to one off-limits guy I've had a crush on for years? And when I say "saying too much," I'm talking about showing a glimpse of my prowling world through the lens of the blog. The identity of my honey-on-the-side would never be revealed, along with a bunch of other secrets. I'm actually a very good secret-keeper.
Also, don't get me wrong, I really do cherish this guy's friendship. He's easy to talk to and we can really relate to each other on many levels (I'm talking about all the respectable levels. Get your minds out of the gutter, Prowlers.). Unfortunately, we can't really pursue our friendship as we would have liked because, well, that just wouldn't be proper.
Not only is he off-limits, but I'm very happy (very, very happy in fact) with my current honey-on-the-side. He gives me exactly what I'm looking for and more.
Remembering that gives me added incentive to keep the two worlds separate so I can continue to enjoy him for a long, long time.
I think I'm pretty good at keeping my worlds separate, but every now and then the boundaries get a bit muddled. I have one very good friend from my prowling world who has crossed over to be a true friend in my real life. And I have a friend from my respectable life who knows all about Kat and my adventures (well, not all of my adventures, but many; some secrets are shared with no one...ever). These two wonderful people provide just enough connection between my two worlds to keep me from feeling schizophrenic.
But every now and then, someone in my respectable world comes dangerously close to my prowling world, and I have to make a decision. Quickly deflect, change the subject, and hope they missed it? Or trust them and let them in on my secret? Well, that second option is just stupid, since I want to stay married, so I always default to the first choice and I start talking around the issues until we're talking about sports or the new line of Coach purses.
The real problem comes up, though, when there is someone in my respectable life who I want to pull into my prowling world. It happened to me today. I was having an impromptu lunch with a man I have known and loved as a friend for years. In fact, he was a friend of my husband's before he was my friend. Yes, I can see the flashing red lights and sirens telling me to step away from the danger zone, but this man draws me to that danger zone. Now, I just said I love him as a friend, and that's the truth. Have I ever thought about more than that? Heck yeah! But all of the rules of respectability say not to go there...and he's made it clear in the past that he's not interested. Doesn't get much clearer than that, right?
Today, though, I was tempted to just tell him about my prowling secret, but I didn't, of course. Then, later on, he was using my phone to check his email and my Kat email came up instead. Ack! So, I told him quickly about the blog. No details. No URL. Just the name, and that it's a sex blog, and then the subject change. It was a clumsy combination of the two options above - not a full deflection, but not full trust or disclosure, either.
It's official. I'm an idiot.
What good does it do me to expend all the energy I have for years to keep my two worlds separate if I'm just going to blow it by saying too much to one off-limits guy I've had a crush on for years? And when I say "saying too much," I'm talking about showing a glimpse of my prowling world through the lens of the blog. The identity of my honey-on-the-side would never be revealed, along with a bunch of other secrets. I'm actually a very good secret-keeper.
Also, don't get me wrong, I really do cherish this guy's friendship. He's easy to talk to and we can really relate to each other on many levels (I'm talking about all the respectable levels. Get your minds out of the gutter, Prowlers.). Unfortunately, we can't really pursue our friendship as we would have liked because, well, that just wouldn't be proper.
Not only is he off-limits, but I'm very happy (very, very happy in fact) with my current honey-on-the-side. He gives me exactly what I'm looking for and more.
Remembering that gives me added incentive to keep the two worlds separate so I can continue to enjoy him for a long, long time.
Fantasy Time
Well, fellow Prowlers, I gave you my word that my stories of playtime would be true unless I told you otherwise. I thought I'd share a lusty fantasy with you to whet your whistle for some more real life stories coming soon. Like every good fantasy, though, parts of it are grounded in reality. Can you guess which ones? Enjoy!
I show up in town, get a hotel room, and give you a call as we planned. It takes you a couple of hours to show up, but I know you'll come.
You're nervous when you knock at the door. I don't want to make you any more nervous than you have to be (no, your being nervous is definitely not in my best interest in this situation), so I answer fairly quickly, standing behind the door so you don't see me until you step into the dimly lit room. As I close the door, you notice a few things about me....I'm short, only 5'4", so you have to look down at me. I'm wearing a black lace baby doll nightie, completely see through, no panties. Yes, I look just like the pics I sent. So do you.
I stand up on my tippy toes and reach up to kiss you (6'4" really is tall!) as you put your arms around me. It's a deep, wet, probing kiss. Any nervousness I was feeling flies out the window. I relax into you, feeling safe in your strong arms. This is the part that just doesn't come through in email, chat or even over a webcam. The taste of your mouth, the urgency of your kiss, the feel of your hardening cock, the power of your embrace. I've known you for a while now online, but this is the real you. I feel like I'm rediscovering you all over again.
I can feel your hands sliding under my negligee and reaching for my breasts. I reach down and unfasten your pants, easily freeing your hard, thick cock, and I start to stroke it slowly but firmly. I smile when I hear you moan - more like a growl - into our kiss. The kiss lasts a long time, taking on a rhythm of its own - I inhale as you exhale and exhale as you inhale, losing myself in the connection developing between us. Eventually, you lean back against the wall, grab my hair, and press me down to my knees.......
I lick your cock slowly from base to tip. Again. Again. Looking up at you with my deep blue eyes, I take the tip into my mouth and begin suckling it gently. I take more into my mouth, then more with each stroke until I can feel the head at the back of my throat. I pause for just a second before diving down and swallowing the head. You gasp. Then I start working your gorgeous cock deeply, flicking my tongue on the head on each upstroke and swallowing the head on each downstroke.
You grab my head, entwining your fingers in my hair, and start fucking my mouth and throat hard and fast. I don't resist. Instead, I relax and let you take me, sucking and licking as best I can in-between gasps for air.
"That's right," I hear you say. "Suck my cock, whore. You're my whore, aren't you?"
I moan with affirmation and pleasure at hearing you claim me. I suck even harder, desperate to please you, and I can feel your cock stiffen as you prepare to cum. I prepare to swallow every drop gratefully, but you suddenly pull me off you, pulling me by my hair up to my feet. I squeal lightly and scramble to comply.
You turn around and pin me to the wall roughly, forcefully. You release my hair and grab my hips with your strong hands, lifting me up. I throw my arms around your shoulders and pull myself up, wrapping my legs around you as you drive your hard cock inside me. I scream as you enter me, digging my fingers into your shoulders. You drive into me hard, pounding me against the wall....harder, harder, harder....
I tighten my legs around you as I start to shake, and I can tell that you can feel my cunt tighten around you, too. You grab my hands from your shoulders and pin them against the wall, not allowing me to lift myself off you at all - forcing me to be fully impaled on your cock. I scream...and start to cum. You continue to pound me as hard as you can...I struggle to buck against you to keep my orgasm going.
You whisper in my ear, "Tell me what you are...". I answer breathlessly, still cuming, "I'm your whore."
"That's right, slut," you moan as you thrust a final time, releasing into me. You bite my neck as you cum. I moan, still shaking, the pleasure still rushing through my body.
You grab my hips again and gently lift me off your cock and lower me. I extend my legs to stand, but I'm still shuddering and my knees buckle. I grab onto your strong arms to steady myself. You lean down and kiss me deeply.... I return your kiss, melting into your arms, surrendering to you again......
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I show up in town, get a hotel room, and give you a call as we planned. It takes you a couple of hours to show up, but I know you'll come.
You're nervous when you knock at the door. I don't want to make you any more nervous than you have to be (no, your being nervous is definitely not in my best interest in this situation), so I answer fairly quickly, standing behind the door so you don't see me until you step into the dimly lit room. As I close the door, you notice a few things about me....I'm short, only 5'4", so you have to look down at me. I'm wearing a black lace baby doll nightie, completely see through, no panties. Yes, I look just like the pics I sent. So do you.
I stand up on my tippy toes and reach up to kiss you (6'4" really is tall!) as you put your arms around me. It's a deep, wet, probing kiss. Any nervousness I was feeling flies out the window. I relax into you, feeling safe in your strong arms. This is the part that just doesn't come through in email, chat or even over a webcam. The taste of your mouth, the urgency of your kiss, the feel of your hardening cock, the power of your embrace. I've known you for a while now online, but this is the real you. I feel like I'm rediscovering you all over again.
I can feel your hands sliding under my negligee and reaching for my breasts. I reach down and unfasten your pants, easily freeing your hard, thick cock, and I start to stroke it slowly but firmly. I smile when I hear you moan - more like a growl - into our kiss. The kiss lasts a long time, taking on a rhythm of its own - I inhale as you exhale and exhale as you inhale, losing myself in the connection developing between us. Eventually, you lean back against the wall, grab my hair, and press me down to my knees.......
I lick your cock slowly from base to tip. Again. Again. Looking up at you with my deep blue eyes, I take the tip into my mouth and begin suckling it gently. I take more into my mouth, then more with each stroke until I can feel the head at the back of my throat. I pause for just a second before diving down and swallowing the head. You gasp. Then I start working your gorgeous cock deeply, flicking my tongue on the head on each upstroke and swallowing the head on each downstroke.
You grab my head, entwining your fingers in my hair, and start fucking my mouth and throat hard and fast. I don't resist. Instead, I relax and let you take me, sucking and licking as best I can in-between gasps for air.
"That's right," I hear you say. "Suck my cock, whore. You're my whore, aren't you?"
I moan with affirmation and pleasure at hearing you claim me. I suck even harder, desperate to please you, and I can feel your cock stiffen as you prepare to cum. I prepare to swallow every drop gratefully, but you suddenly pull me off you, pulling me by my hair up to my feet. I squeal lightly and scramble to comply.
You turn around and pin me to the wall roughly, forcefully. You release my hair and grab my hips with your strong hands, lifting me up. I throw my arms around your shoulders and pull myself up, wrapping my legs around you as you drive your hard cock inside me. I scream as you enter me, digging my fingers into your shoulders. You drive into me hard, pounding me against the wall....harder, harder, harder....
I tighten my legs around you as I start to shake, and I can tell that you can feel my cunt tighten around you, too. You grab my hands from your shoulders and pin them against the wall, not allowing me to lift myself off you at all - forcing me to be fully impaled on your cock. I scream...and start to cum. You continue to pound me as hard as you can...I struggle to buck against you to keep my orgasm going.
You whisper in my ear, "Tell me what you are...". I answer breathlessly, still cuming, "I'm your whore."
"That's right, slut," you moan as you thrust a final time, releasing into me. You bite my neck as you cum. I moan, still shaking, the pleasure still rushing through my body.
You grab my hips again and gently lift me off your cock and lower me. I extend my legs to stand, but I'm still shuddering and my knees buckle. I grab onto your strong arms to steady myself. You lean down and kiss me deeply.... I return your kiss, melting into your arms, surrendering to you again......
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Is it ok to Cheat on Your Wedding Anniversary?
I had an intimate conversation with my friend M today Yes, that's the same M from Starbucks with Cream. His wedding anniversary is this week and, like a good husband, he's planning to take his wife out to dinner for their anniversary. He also has a card and a gift for her. Very sweet, huh?
However, earlier in the day on his anniversary, he's planning to meet his mistress in a hotel room for some naughty sex.
What do you think about that? Should your wedding anniversary be off limits for hot and nasty sex with someone else, or is it fair game?
I told M I'd ask my fellow Prowlers for their opinion on this issue. I don't think you'll change his opinion of the matter, but I'll pass on the results to his honey. So, what do you say?
However, earlier in the day on his anniversary, he's planning to meet his mistress in a hotel room for some naughty sex.
What do you think about that? Should your wedding anniversary be off limits for hot and nasty sex with someone else, or is it fair game?
I told M I'd ask my fellow Prowlers for their opinion on this issue. I don't think you'll change his opinion of the matter, but I'll pass on the results to his honey. So, what do you say?
Monday, March 14, 2011
Waking Up to Pleasure - A Woman's Fantasy
You sense a steady rhythm. Slowly your senses become more aware. You feel warm... Comfortable, almost like you are in a warm bath. No, not a bath... A bed. Yes, a nice warm bed. Wait... The rhythm... Recognition comes slowly.
"Oh yes, the rhythm, that's my own breathing."
You are waking from sleep. Your eyes flutter but don't open. You are in no hurry to get up. You slept well. You are relaxed.
You feel a light tickle against your leg and you remember. "Mmmmmm, it's you," you moan rolling over and throwing an arm over him. The light hair of his chest tickles your arm as it rises and falls with his breathing. He stirs and rolls toward you. You feel his warm hand run up your thigh. Your eyes slowly open and you find him looking at you, face close to yours. He smiles and gives you a light kiss. Pulling away you still feel the moisture of his lips on yours. His hand slides up your thigh and over your breast. Gently he rolls you to your back.
You look up at him leaning over you and run your hands over his strong shoulders and bare chest. He leans down for a long, lingering wet kiss. You feel the pleasant warmth of him over the length of your body. You tilt your head as he kisses your neck, feeling the warmth of his tongue and gentle nibble. The kisses continue toward your left breast, his hand lightly tracing fingers over your right. Fingers slowly circle toward your right nipple you feel the slow wet circles of his tongue on your left. Your right nipple stiffens, he gives it a gentle pinch causing you to gasp and arch your back.
His mildly ticklish, delightful kisses are now going down your belly. Now just inside your hip. His hands slide over your thighs. A kiss, his tongue, then a nibble on your inner thigh. Gently his fingers are parting you. You feel his hot, steamy breath. A warm tongue glides over the length of your sex circling slowly. "Mmmmmm," you moan arching your back.
A finger slides into you, slowly, deeply. Then another. You gasp. His tongue continues to tease, slowly picking up the pace. Your hips rock chasing the rhythm of his teasing. Your left hand is clutching the sheet of the bed, the right is on top of his head, fingers curled into his hair. Your breathing becomes deep, urgent. A slow tremble begins to spread through your body. Tension is growing... Building... You moan as your body shudders with release; a contented smile spreading on your face. You hear the shower turn on.
"What? The shower is turning on?" In a flash you realize you are in your own bed. "Nooooo, you can't be here!" Your eyes snap open and you breath a sigh of relief. You shake your head smiling. It was a dream.
Slowly you stretch out like a cat, your body soft, sultry and satisfied.
It's time to start your day.
"Oh yes, the rhythm, that's my own breathing."
You are waking from sleep. Your eyes flutter but don't open. You are in no hurry to get up. You slept well. You are relaxed.
You feel a light tickle against your leg and you remember. "Mmmmmm, it's you," you moan rolling over and throwing an arm over him. The light hair of his chest tickles your arm as it rises and falls with his breathing. He stirs and rolls toward you. You feel his warm hand run up your thigh. Your eyes slowly open and you find him looking at you, face close to yours. He smiles and gives you a light kiss. Pulling away you still feel the moisture of his lips on yours. His hand slides up your thigh and over your breast. Gently he rolls you to your back.
You look up at him leaning over you and run your hands over his strong shoulders and bare chest. He leans down for a long, lingering wet kiss. You feel the pleasant warmth of him over the length of your body. You tilt your head as he kisses your neck, feeling the warmth of his tongue and gentle nibble. The kisses continue toward your left breast, his hand lightly tracing fingers over your right. Fingers slowly circle toward your right nipple you feel the slow wet circles of his tongue on your left. Your right nipple stiffens, he gives it a gentle pinch causing you to gasp and arch your back.
His mildly ticklish, delightful kisses are now going down your belly. Now just inside your hip. His hands slide over your thighs. A kiss, his tongue, then a nibble on your inner thigh. Gently his fingers are parting you. You feel his hot, steamy breath. A warm tongue glides over the length of your sex circling slowly. "Mmmmmm," you moan arching your back.
A finger slides into you, slowly, deeply. Then another. You gasp. His tongue continues to tease, slowly picking up the pace. Your hips rock chasing the rhythm of his teasing. Your left hand is clutching the sheet of the bed, the right is on top of his head, fingers curled into his hair. Your breathing becomes deep, urgent. A slow tremble begins to spread through your body. Tension is growing... Building... You moan as your body shudders with release; a contented smile spreading on your face. You hear the shower turn on.
"What? The shower is turning on?" In a flash you realize you are in your own bed. "Nooooo, you can't be here!" Your eyes snap open and you breath a sigh of relief. You shake your head smiling. It was a dream.
Slowly you stretch out like a cat, your body soft, sultry and satisfied.
It's time to start your day.
Top Posts from the Past Week
Here are the most popular Prowling with Kat posts for the last 7 days. Some are new this week and others are oldies but goodies. If you missed any, now's your chance to take a look. And there's still time to post a comment or two. Go ahead. You know you want to. ;-)
What Women Really Want in Bed
The Contender - Another Naughty Adventure
Kat's Back!
Delicious irony - A Naughty Fisting Story
Why Kat Prowls
Kat's Rules of Webcam Etiquette
What Women Really Want in Bed
The Contender - Another Naughty Adventure
Kat's Back!
Delicious irony - A Naughty Fisting Story
Why Kat Prowls
Kat's Rules of Webcam Etiquette
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Kat's Rules of Webcam Etiquette
A little known fact about me is that I was trained in charm school as a child and teenager. As a result, etiquette (that means manners, for you dogs out there) is very important to me. Maybe that's why I take good care to clean up after a BJ, licking up every last drop. Who knows? Anyway, etiquette matters, at least to some degree.
Unfortunately, many of you male prowlers out there don't seem to understand that very well, particularly when it comes to online communication and webcam fun, so I thought I'd take some time to school you in some of the finer points.
Here are a few basic rules - Kat's Rules of Webcam Etiquette - to help you out (most of these are aimed at men, but women will see something here for them, too):
Yes, cam play can be a lot of fun.
So, Prowlers, do you cam?
Unfortunately, many of you male prowlers out there don't seem to understand that very well, particularly when it comes to online communication and webcam fun, so I thought I'd take some time to school you in some of the finer points.
Here are a few basic rules - Kat's Rules of Webcam Etiquette - to help you out (most of these are aimed at men, but women will see something here for them, too):
- Remember that your partner is a person, too. Unless you're paying for webcam sex, you're dealing with a regular human being (yes, I know that those who sell cam time are people, too, but they are not your average, everyday people looking for a little playtime). Don't assume that she is just going to be perfectly comfortable showing you everything just because you said you want to see it.
- Give as much (or more) than you get. Don't even ask for full nudity of you're not willing to show everything yourself. That's just rude.
- Understand that most women are not particularly interested in cock pics. I know. I just destroyed your whole world, didn't I? It's not that women are not at all interested in cock pictures, but that many of us do not believe that the cock is the most intriguing part of the male body. For example, while I enjoy my honey-on-the-side's cock very, very much, a man's chest, shoulders, and strong arms are the parts that really get me going. Lemme see some of that, ok? Find out what your partner likes and give her what she wants.
- Don't push. There can be many reasons why she doesn't want to show you everything. Maybe she's shy. Maybe she's afraid of being recorded. Maybe she's just not feeling very attractive today. maybe she enjoys stringing your doggie cock along until she's ready. It doesn't matter what her reason is, don't push it. The harder you push, the more she will resent you for it.
- Do not record the session. The only time it is ok to record a cam session is if you and your partner have both agreed in advance that is ok. Otherwise, do not do it! And permission to record one session does not mean it's ok to record all others. Guys who record cam sessions on the sly are assholes. Period. They don't deserve to get any at all. Yes, I really mean that.
- Don't show your face while you're doing the webcam thing. You assume that your partner is not a jerk and that he/she is not recording the session, but you don't know that for sure. To be safe, keep your face and any other identifying features or background elements (i.e., that family photo on the wall behind you) hidden from view. Ok, I'll admit that I have not always followed this guideline. It's really easy to get comfortable with someone and quit worrying about this, but it's in your best interest to stay vigilant.
- Don't just close the window if you don't like what you see or as soon as you are "done." This is not just about you. There is another person involved. Remember, what goes around, comes around. If you behave like a jerk, you will eventually be treated badly by someone else.
- It's perfectly ok to say "no" to the webcam invitation. Don't do anything you are not fully comfortable with (ok, I know I have a friend reading this who will be so disappointed that I ended yet another sentence with a preposition. To her I say, "C, deal with it. This is a sex blog, not a grammar blog." LOL). If someone is pressuring you to reveal yourself on a webcam and you don't want to, just say no. There's nothing wrong with protecting your privacy.
- Communication is still important. When someone asks, "Do you cam?" it could mean everything from "Do you have a webcam that we can use to see each other's faces while we engage in get-to-know-you chat?" to "Will you strip nude and masturbate on camera for me for my pleasure while I jerk off?" Do not assume that the person you are chatting with thinks about it the same way you do. You need to communicate your intentions and desires clearly, yet politely. Nothing is quite as shocking as opening a video call window thinking you're going to chat, only to see a fully erect and ejaculating penis fill your screen. By the way guys, women don't really like to be surprised in that way.
- Don't lead with your dick. While everything is a bit more intense and uninhibited on the internet, there are still some similarities with the real life world that you need to heed. For example, when you are getting physically intimate with a woman for the first time, do you just pull our your erect cock right away as the beginning of the experience? I don't think so. Well, if you do, you have undoubtedly not had many intimate experiences or you have (or should have) spent some time in jail for indecent exposure. No, you say hello first. You probably take off your shirt before your pants. You speak softly and gently to set her at ease. You compliment her. You tell her things to make her feel beautiful. If you treat her right, your dick will get all the attention it wants. The same considerations apply to cam play.
Yes, cam play can be a lot of fun.
So, Prowlers, do you cam?
Friday, March 11, 2011
The Contender - Another Naughty Adventure
Just because I declared J The Best Sex of My Life doesn't mean that there haven't been other worthy contenders. Without a doubt, the strongest contender for that title so far has been P.
I met P online and he got my attention immediately. He was witty and bright (and you all know by now how I feel about smart men), and he responded quickly to emails (which is a big plus for me). Then we chatted on the phone and I became enamored with his accent (yes, another sexy accent...I know, I'm a sucker for that, like most women) and his sense of humor and his great stories. Chatting with him was so easygoing and comfortable that I didn't think twice when he proposed a meeting.
We met at a hotel we had agreed on in advance. He got the room and was waiting for me there when I arrived. I love that moment of electricity when you first meet someone new. P was handsome - 6'2", slender, strong, greying hair, gorgeous smile, hypnotic eyes. I know we said something in greeting, but I can't remember it. All I remember are his arms reaching out for me and his amazing kiss. I don't know how long we stood there kissing; it was one of those kisses that just made time disappear.
Eventually, we moved toward the bed, peeling off clothes along the way. As we laid on the bed, still kissing (seriously, there was no way I was pulling away from that man's mouth), he reached a hand down between my legs and easily slid a finger inside me. I gasped....he moaned with approval and commented on how wet I was. I opened my legs a little more for him and relaxed as he teased my clit. Orgasm #1 came quickly for me. Hungry for #2, I eagerly pulled my legs up as he moved on top of me and entered me.
Here's where I have to admit to something. Instead of paying attention and noting everything that happened so I could re-tell the story later, I just got lost in the moment/couple of hours of amazing sex. I remember how amazing his nice hard cock felt as he first entered me. I remember how he rolled me over after a while and entered me from behind, fucking me hard and fast like I like. I remember him pulling out of my cunt and entering my ass quickly and forcefully. I remember swallowing his cock later. I remember him fisting me perfectly and losing control as I bucked against him. I remember cuming 2, 3, then 4 times before we stopped for a rest. And I remember his amazing voice as he talked dirty to me through the whole thing. Ok, so I remember some things, but the rest was a haze of pleasure.
We stopped for a rest and a chat, and I learned more about him as he retold some great stories. I watched him while he was talking, thinking what a remarkable man he was. How did I get so lucky to find him? There are hundreds of men who have sent messages and emails. How did I get so lucky to answer his instead of just moving right passed it like most of the others?
After a while, I just couldn't stand it anymore. I leaned over and kissed him again - deeply, but gently. That's when I saw the strong, hard-fucking side of him change to his gentle, passionate side. He rolled on top of me again and started fucking me slowly and deeply, still kissing me. I wrapped my legs around him and started moving with him. What had been an amazing pleasure fuck a few minutes before felt a lot like making love now. I remember asking myself, "How can that be?" and I also remember telling myself, "Who cares? Just go with it." That last orgasm was the strongest - long, dizzying, back-arching, toe-curling, shaking me to the core. He didn't stop thrusting, letting me ride it as long as I could before he released himself.
Afterwards, I was spent. What had just happened? The first time with someone wasn't supposed to be that amazing. If it was that good when we didn't know each other yet, what would be like after we were more familiar with each other and knew each other's preferences and idiosyncrasies?
We looked at the clock and knew we both had to go. We dressed quickly and he walked me to my car. I got another sweet, final kiss before I left. I knew I'd see this man again. He was definitely a contender.
I met P online and he got my attention immediately. He was witty and bright (and you all know by now how I feel about smart men), and he responded quickly to emails (which is a big plus for me). Then we chatted on the phone and I became enamored with his accent (yes, another sexy accent...I know, I'm a sucker for that, like most women) and his sense of humor and his great stories. Chatting with him was so easygoing and comfortable that I didn't think twice when he proposed a meeting.
We met at a hotel we had agreed on in advance. He got the room and was waiting for me there when I arrived. I love that moment of electricity when you first meet someone new. P was handsome - 6'2", slender, strong, greying hair, gorgeous smile, hypnotic eyes. I know we said something in greeting, but I can't remember it. All I remember are his arms reaching out for me and his amazing kiss. I don't know how long we stood there kissing; it was one of those kisses that just made time disappear.
Eventually, we moved toward the bed, peeling off clothes along the way. As we laid on the bed, still kissing (seriously, there was no way I was pulling away from that man's mouth), he reached a hand down between my legs and easily slid a finger inside me. I gasped....he moaned with approval and commented on how wet I was. I opened my legs a little more for him and relaxed as he teased my clit. Orgasm #1 came quickly for me. Hungry for #2, I eagerly pulled my legs up as he moved on top of me and entered me.
Here's where I have to admit to something. Instead of paying attention and noting everything that happened so I could re-tell the story later, I just got lost in the moment/couple of hours of amazing sex. I remember how amazing his nice hard cock felt as he first entered me. I remember how he rolled me over after a while and entered me from behind, fucking me hard and fast like I like. I remember him pulling out of my cunt and entering my ass quickly and forcefully. I remember swallowing his cock later. I remember him fisting me perfectly and losing control as I bucked against him. I remember cuming 2, 3, then 4 times before we stopped for a rest. And I remember his amazing voice as he talked dirty to me through the whole thing. Ok, so I remember some things, but the rest was a haze of pleasure.
We stopped for a rest and a chat, and I learned more about him as he retold some great stories. I watched him while he was talking, thinking what a remarkable man he was. How did I get so lucky to find him? There are hundreds of men who have sent messages and emails. How did I get so lucky to answer his instead of just moving right passed it like most of the others?
After a while, I just couldn't stand it anymore. I leaned over and kissed him again - deeply, but gently. That's when I saw the strong, hard-fucking side of him change to his gentle, passionate side. He rolled on top of me again and started fucking me slowly and deeply, still kissing me. I wrapped my legs around him and started moving with him. What had been an amazing pleasure fuck a few minutes before felt a lot like making love now. I remember asking myself, "How can that be?" and I also remember telling myself, "Who cares? Just go with it." That last orgasm was the strongest - long, dizzying, back-arching, toe-curling, shaking me to the core. He didn't stop thrusting, letting me ride it as long as I could before he released himself.
Afterwards, I was spent. What had just happened? The first time with someone wasn't supposed to be that amazing. If it was that good when we didn't know each other yet, what would be like after we were more familiar with each other and knew each other's preferences and idiosyncrasies?
We looked at the clock and knew we both had to go. We dressed quickly and he walked me to my car. I got another sweet, final kiss before I left. I knew I'd see this man again. He was definitely a contender.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Kat's Back!
Have you missed me?
Some of you know that I've been buried in work and family responsibilities for the last several weeks and I've been unable to post. Thank you to those of you who took the time to send me a note asking how I am or asking me to post again. It's so nice to be missed!
Things are settling down again, so I'm back....and I'm horny (surprise!). I've done a little a bit of prowling in the last month (did you really think I would stop prowling completely? I'd have to be dead to stop completely.), but not nearly as much as I'd like. That's the problem with prowling - by definition, it can't take center stage in your life. It has to stay on the side. Unfortunately, when things get busy it starts to get crowded further and further to the fringes of your life until you scream, "Stop!" and bring it right back into view again.
So, I'm pulling that side of me back into view and I can't wait to share a few new stories with you and some thoughts I've been having lately about this whole adventure.
Just to give you a tiny idea of how crazy my life has been over the last month, and how desperately I need to prowl, here are a few things I can share about the time I've been away from you:
Well, my fellow Prowlers, Kat's work-imposed slump ends today.
Kat's back!
Some of you know that I've been buried in work and family responsibilities for the last several weeks and I've been unable to post. Thank you to those of you who took the time to send me a note asking how I am or asking me to post again. It's so nice to be missed!
Things are settling down again, so I'm back....and I'm horny (surprise!). I've done a little a bit of prowling in the last month (did you really think I would stop prowling completely? I'd have to be dead to stop completely.), but not nearly as much as I'd like. That's the problem with prowling - by definition, it can't take center stage in your life. It has to stay on the side. Unfortunately, when things get busy it starts to get crowded further and further to the fringes of your life until you scream, "Stop!" and bring it right back into view again.
So, I'm pulling that side of me back into view and I can't wait to share a few new stories with you and some thoughts I've been having lately about this whole adventure.
Just to give you a tiny idea of how crazy my life has been over the last month, and how desperately I need to prowl, here are a few things I can share about the time I've been away from you:
- I went through two sets of batteries in my favorite vibrator in the last 30 days. Yes, two! I don't care how you rearrange those letters - that spells, "Not getting enough sex!"
- My husband actually announced to me that he was quite stressed himself and tired and getting older. As a result, he thinks it would be a good idea to make our almost sexless marriage a truly sexless one - just to eliminate some of the stress, of course. WTF! His lips were moving, but all I heard was, "Yes, honey, you really don't have any choice but to go fuck around all you want." Isn't that how you would interpret what he said?
- Yes, I have a honey-on-the-side, but #1 (above) still happened (not one, but two sets of batteries!). What's wrong this this picture?
- I love my webcam. 'Nuff said. ;-)
- I watched all 13 episodes of the first season of Sparticus: Blood and Sand
in one day and all 6 episodes of Sparticus: Gods of the Arena
over a two day period. I fell in and out of love several times and came about 7 times (good ol' trusty vibe) while watching some of the finest specimens of men I've seen in a long, long time attempt to act. Ok, the acting was just fine, but it didn't matter. They were nearly naked, muscular, sweaty, and gorgeous. Yes, gladiator porn was just about the sexual highlight of my month. That brings me back to the same conclusion I reached for #1, above - "Not getting enough sex!" By the way, I said it was just about the sexual highlight of the month. I'll have a nice story or two to share over the next few days.
Well, my fellow Prowlers, Kat's work-imposed slump ends today.
Kat's back!
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