I thought it might be fun to review some of the men who have provided me with endless hours of pleasure and performed well enough to make the blog, and tell you where they are now.
To be fair, the lack of a man's story here doesn't mean he didn't perform well. Not at all. Maybe I just haven't gotten around to writing about him yet (as is the case with S, so stay tuned), or maybe he specifically requested not to be mentioned in the blog.
Remember, you can read about all (well, most) of these guys on the Sex, Sex, Only Sex page.
Anyway, let's talk about those who you have heard about...Where are they now?
W - My first affair. I haven't heard from him since the day he got remarried (after his wife passed away). That was about 10 years ago.
Chicago Guy - If you read the post about him, you'd know that he was in town on business and he flew away never to be seen or heard from again. And that was the plan all along.
J - Mmmmm. J has a special place in my heart. I haven't seen him or communicated with him for a few months, but there's always a chance that he could pop up again in my storyline. He is an amazing lover and definitely not a man to walk away from.
P - P disappeared when we were in the heat of our "relationship." I don't know why or what happened, but it was very, very strange. I hope he's ok. I suspect P won't be seen here again.
B - A young one from about 8 years ago. He was a one-time thing down in LA when I was there on business. I haven't heard from him because I intentionally didn't give him my phone number or email.
Geez.... This is getting depressing. It's starting to look like most of them are completely out of my life. Hmmm..... but that's not really the case.
C - C is still around, but just too darned busy for me. Normally, I would translate that as "not interested in me" (hard to believe, I know), but not C. I still hear from him via text or Messenger every now and then and it's nice to catch up.
M - M's wife caught him and wouldn't let him come play anymore. Being fully whipped, he chose to comply with her demands.
Joe/Adam - Haven't heard from him in a few years. Every now and then I think I see his truck around town, but I can't be sure.
L - My favorite fireman. L is also a busy guy (this is fire season, ya know) but I get a text from him every week or so. We keep talking about getting together again, but it just hasn't worked out.....yet. ;-)
JJ - JJ is still around and doing great. He moved about two months ago so now he lives about an hour and half away from me (ouch!) and he has been crazy busy with work, but he's still in touch. The last time he communicated he promised to find a way to make some time for me within the next week or two, so you may see another JJ story. We'll see.
D - Single Guy - Also still lurking around. "We'll get together soon.....blah blah blah." It's not that I don't believe him but.....well, yes, that's it. I guess I don't believe him. Let's just say that I'm not holding my breath.
Webcam Guy - I haven't written a naughty story about webcam guy because he specifically asked me not to, but let me just say this - if I were to write about him, it would be so hot that your computer monitors would be singed when you read it. He's still in my life, I love him, and he's a dear friend. I hope that never changes.
DauntlessD - What? You're surprised to see DauntlessD on this list? Why? Before we were such good friends, we were AM "friends." I have not written about an early encounter with Daunt because he's not just one of "Kat's Playmates." He's special, but you all knew that already, didn't you?
So, that's the update on the current status of the men you've read about here. I'll be sharing about S in the near future, and who knows? Maybe you'll get to read more about J or JJ or L. We'll just have to see what the future holds.
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Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
HNT - Almost Naked (x 2!)
Hi there, Prowlers. I couldn't let another HNT go by without posting for you, so here's something from our sweet Cara. And yes, the rule is that if I'm late, I owe you two....
Friday, September 16, 2011
The Real Thing
We started off by laying in bed talking. I'm not sure why. I guess it just felt comfortable. After a few minutes, he reached over and started stroking my breast, very lightly, gently. Soon his finger was circling my nipple and flicking it softly from time to time. As he continued, those little flicks started sending shudders through me. He chuckled at my attempts to continue the conversation as if nothing were unusual as each shudder of pleasure shot through me.
He turned onto his side and started kissing my neck as he slid a hand between my legs. I moaned as he touched me.
No more talking.
His fingers worked my clit slowly but exactly the way I like, my wetness letting him move easily. I arched my back and closed my eyes, trying to just enjoy the sensations, but my brain wouldn't shut up.
Is this going to last? Don't you think he's just going to make you feel comfortable and then pull away from you again? How many times are you going to let this happen?
Soon, though, my own moans of pleasure drowned out the doubts in my head and I realized I was pressing my pussy against his hand, gripping his arms tightly with one hand and stroking his hard cock with the other. As I started to shake, he slowed the motion of his fingers, but he pressed harder. He leaned back away from neck a bit to watch me cum. I opened my eyes and looked into his. He kissed me gently - not a kiss of passion, but one of tenderness. His fingers didn't stop until every last ripple of pleasure had subsided.
As he pulled his hand away, I closed my eyes again and stretched out like a cat, satisfied andcontent, making soft little purring sounds of gratification.
When I opened my eyes, he was kneeling on the bed next to me, with his erect cock just above my mouth. Hmmm, I thought. Not very subtle, is he? But he knows I like a man who makes his expectations known.
I rolled over on to my side, leaned up on my elbow, and took him into my mouth. I paused for a moment when I hit that moment of decision. Should I take him in a little at a time, teasing him? Or should I swallow him completely in one long, deep stroke? I chose the latter, took a deep breath, and sucked his cock all the way into my mouth on the first stroke, swallowing as I felt the tip hit the back of my throat. What came out of his mouth wasn't a moan, but a yelp-like groan. His arm shot out to steady him against the wall while I lovingly licked and sucked him the way I knew he liked - slow and deep, never fast. He liked to savor every single sensation. When I felt him get close to orgasm, I'd back off a little - not quite so deep, not quite as hard - until I heard his breathing even out again, then I'd go back to what I knew he wanted.
After bringing him to the edge like that several times, he lightly tapped my shoulder and said, "I want to fuck you." I kept sucking. He finally grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth off of him before moving to the other side of the bed and grabbing my hips, signaling that he wanted me on my knees.
I leaned forward on my elbows and lifted my rear up for him. He teased me first, sliding his cock up and down my wet pussy several times before giving it to me. I tried to lean back to take him in, but when I did, he just pulled away and said, "Wait..." so I became still and waited for him to enter me. When he did, he paid me back for my decision to swallow his cock all the way at the beginning of his blow job by pressing into me completely, fully, forcefully on the first stroke. I squealed, unprepared for rush of pleasure that was forced on me. He lingered deep inside me for a second or two before grabbing my hips and fucking me slowly - backing almost all the way out, then pressing all the way in, every stroke expressing an expectation.
I knew exactly what was expected of me. I started pressing back against him. As I moved faster, he moved slower, until he was kneeling still behind me and I was fucking him. I almost came a couple of times, but I bit my lip thinking of something completely non-sexual (this time it was a conversation I'd had with Daunt over lunch earlier in the day), trying to wait, to make it last. I started to laugh at my orgasm-suppressing memory, until felt the pleasure taking over, against my will and I started to cum. I bucked back against him, biting the pillow, trying not to make too much noise, stopping the motion for a moment with his cock buried inside me as a few final shudders reverberated through me.
At that point he grabbed my hips and started fucking me fast and hard. In about 30 more seconds, he came, pulling me back onto him. That 30 seconds felt amazing - half a minute of total lack of control as he had his way with me while my orgasm was still pulsing in me. I reveled in the understanding that I couldn't stop if I wanted to, and the realization that no matter where I went or who I met or who I fucked, I would always be his.
He pulled out of me and collapsed onto the bed next to me. "That was really nice," he said, "but I think you had more fun than I did." I giggled and moaned, "Yup."
I rolled over onto my back and he kissed me again.
"I love you, Kat," he said.
"I love you too, Hubby."
He turned onto his side and started kissing my neck as he slid a hand between my legs. I moaned as he touched me.
No more talking.
His fingers worked my clit slowly but exactly the way I like, my wetness letting him move easily. I arched my back and closed my eyes, trying to just enjoy the sensations, but my brain wouldn't shut up.
Is this going to last? Don't you think he's just going to make you feel comfortable and then pull away from you again? How many times are you going to let this happen?
Soon, though, my own moans of pleasure drowned out the doubts in my head and I realized I was pressing my pussy against his hand, gripping his arms tightly with one hand and stroking his hard cock with the other. As I started to shake, he slowed the motion of his fingers, but he pressed harder. He leaned back away from neck a bit to watch me cum. I opened my eyes and looked into his. He kissed me gently - not a kiss of passion, but one of tenderness. His fingers didn't stop until every last ripple of pleasure had subsided.
As he pulled his hand away, I closed my eyes again and stretched out like a cat, satisfied andcontent, making soft little purring sounds of gratification.
When I opened my eyes, he was kneeling on the bed next to me, with his erect cock just above my mouth. Hmmm, I thought. Not very subtle, is he? But he knows I like a man who makes his expectations known.
I rolled over on to my side, leaned up on my elbow, and took him into my mouth. I paused for a moment when I hit that moment of decision. Should I take him in a little at a time, teasing him? Or should I swallow him completely in one long, deep stroke? I chose the latter, took a deep breath, and sucked his cock all the way into my mouth on the first stroke, swallowing as I felt the tip hit the back of my throat. What came out of his mouth wasn't a moan, but a yelp-like groan. His arm shot out to steady him against the wall while I lovingly licked and sucked him the way I knew he liked - slow and deep, never fast. He liked to savor every single sensation. When I felt him get close to orgasm, I'd back off a little - not quite so deep, not quite as hard - until I heard his breathing even out again, then I'd go back to what I knew he wanted.
After bringing him to the edge like that several times, he lightly tapped my shoulder and said, "I want to fuck you." I kept sucking. He finally grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth off of him before moving to the other side of the bed and grabbing my hips, signaling that he wanted me on my knees.
I leaned forward on my elbows and lifted my rear up for him. He teased me first, sliding his cock up and down my wet pussy several times before giving it to me. I tried to lean back to take him in, but when I did, he just pulled away and said, "Wait..." so I became still and waited for him to enter me. When he did, he paid me back for my decision to swallow his cock all the way at the beginning of his blow job by pressing into me completely, fully, forcefully on the first stroke. I squealed, unprepared for rush of pleasure that was forced on me. He lingered deep inside me for a second or two before grabbing my hips and fucking me slowly - backing almost all the way out, then pressing all the way in, every stroke expressing an expectation.
I knew exactly what was expected of me. I started pressing back against him. As I moved faster, he moved slower, until he was kneeling still behind me and I was fucking him. I almost came a couple of times, but I bit my lip thinking of something completely non-sexual (this time it was a conversation I'd had with Daunt over lunch earlier in the day), trying to wait, to make it last. I started to laugh at my orgasm-suppressing memory, until felt the pleasure taking over, against my will and I started to cum. I bucked back against him, biting the pillow, trying not to make too much noise, stopping the motion for a moment with his cock buried inside me as a few final shudders reverberated through me.
At that point he grabbed my hips and started fucking me fast and hard. In about 30 more seconds, he came, pulling me back onto him. That 30 seconds felt amazing - half a minute of total lack of control as he had his way with me while my orgasm was still pulsing in me. I reveled in the understanding that I couldn't stop if I wanted to, and the realization that no matter where I went or who I met or who I fucked, I would always be his.
He pulled out of me and collapsed onto the bed next to me. "That was really nice," he said, "but I think you had more fun than I did." I giggled and moaned, "Yup."
I rolled over onto my back and he kissed me again.
"I love you, Kat," he said.
"I love you too, Hubby."
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
TMI Tuesday 9/13/11 with DauntlessD
This weeks TMI Tuesday questions are on Dating.
1. You’re on a speed date. You’ve got 7 minutes with the potential partner. You already know the person’s name. What are the first three questions you would ask?
What was the last adventurous thing you did?
What was the last conversation you had with your mother like?
On a vacation, would you prefer quiet solitude or shopping and nightlife?
That second question... I have no idea why it popped in my head, but it would likely provide some insight to a woman, don't you think?
2. Have you ever participated in speed dating? Did you get a regular date/second date out of it?
No, I've never tried speed dating. However I do know someone who got married as a result of s speed date.
3. Do you participate in online dating? How many dates have you had as a result of online dating sites/matches?
Yes, back in the pre-internet days we had what were called BBS's (Bulletin Board Systems), I've met an enormous amount of people online; had quite a few dates etc. too.
More recently there was Ashley Madison, if you can call that "online dating". Over the past 10 months or so I engaged in quite a lot conversation with roughly a dozen women of which about half of those I met in person, and only 2 of which I honestly liked; Kat and Madison. I found I wasn't interested in the quick hook-up. You can read a bit more about this in my last post, DauntlessD Exposed.
4. You are attracted to:
a. Who people are? This is by far what most attracts me, the person them self. Their compassion, their sense of humor, the types of things they enjoy etc.
b. What people have? This has little to do with what attracts me. I suppose it can tell a little about how responsible a person is, like if they're living beyond what they can afford; but beyond that -- dirt poor or rich -- who they are is more important to me.
c. What they can do? Nope, also not very important to me. Of course a guy is going to like a gal that can cook -- and vice-versa -- but this one could easily cross over into using them couldn't it?
5. What “little red flag” will cause you to end a date or immediately decide this person isn’t for you?
This one is hard for me, it could be a number of things; insincerity comes to mind... Immaturity too. Once after I'd been seeing a gal for a bit I was invited to dinner at her apartment. She asked me to pick up something from the store and I brought her the wrong brand. She threw herself on her couch in what looked like a little girls tantrum. My eyebrows shot up and alarm bells started going off in my head.
6. What do you feel you need to sacrifice or have sacrificed to be a part of a relationship?
This one is something I've been reflecting on a lot lately. I've come to realize that you must not parts of your personality. It's easy to do early on, it feels like a small thing. Then it bubbles up later. But to answer the question, time, comes to mind. You need to sacrifice some of your time to grow and cultivate a relationship.
7. If you cooked for your date, what would you cook?
I am a decent cook, but I am a god at the barbecue. I could do a nice pasta dish of some sort, but I'd most likely do shark, steak, or salmon on the grill. It would depend on what she liked.
8. At the end of a first date, how would you kiss your date?
a. Press your lips against theirs - if I liked her, but she seemed nervous.
b. Gentle kiss on the cheek - if I liked her, but she was young enough to be my daughter.
c. Lots o’ tongue, like you’re on a tonsil exploration - If I really liked her and she was engaging and not nervous.
d. I don’t kiss on the first date - what kind of a lame option is this?
Bonus: You just put up a profile on a dating site. You must describe yourself in 10 words or less. What are your 10 words?
Vince Rizzo, Clam Digger.
So sad. The odds are that most of you have no idea what the hell I'm referencing.
Thanks again TMI Tuesday Blog!
1. You’re on a speed date. You’ve got 7 minutes with the potential partner. You already know the person’s name. What are the first three questions you would ask?
What was the last adventurous thing you did?
What was the last conversation you had with your mother like?
On a vacation, would you prefer quiet solitude or shopping and nightlife?
That second question... I have no idea why it popped in my head, but it would likely provide some insight to a woman, don't you think?
2. Have you ever participated in speed dating? Did you get a regular date/second date out of it?
No, I've never tried speed dating. However I do know someone who got married as a result of s speed date.
3. Do you participate in online dating? How many dates have you had as a result of online dating sites/matches?
Yes, back in the pre-internet days we had what were called BBS's (Bulletin Board Systems), I've met an enormous amount of people online; had quite a few dates etc. too.
More recently there was Ashley Madison, if you can call that "online dating". Over the past 10 months or so I engaged in quite a lot conversation with roughly a dozen women of which about half of those I met in person, and only 2 of which I honestly liked; Kat and Madison. I found I wasn't interested in the quick hook-up. You can read a bit more about this in my last post, DauntlessD Exposed.
4. You are attracted to:
a. Who people are? This is by far what most attracts me, the person them self. Their compassion, their sense of humor, the types of things they enjoy etc.
b. What people have? This has little to do with what attracts me. I suppose it can tell a little about how responsible a person is, like if they're living beyond what they can afford; but beyond that -- dirt poor or rich -- who they are is more important to me.
c. What they can do? Nope, also not very important to me. Of course a guy is going to like a gal that can cook -- and vice-versa -- but this one could easily cross over into using them couldn't it?
5. What “little red flag” will cause you to end a date or immediately decide this person isn’t for you?
This one is hard for me, it could be a number of things; insincerity comes to mind... Immaturity too. Once after I'd been seeing a gal for a bit I was invited to dinner at her apartment. She asked me to pick up something from the store and I brought her the wrong brand. She threw herself on her couch in what looked like a little girls tantrum. My eyebrows shot up and alarm bells started going off in my head.
6. What do you feel you need to sacrifice or have sacrificed to be a part of a relationship?
This one is something I've been reflecting on a lot lately. I've come to realize that you must not parts of your personality. It's easy to do early on, it feels like a small thing. Then it bubbles up later. But to answer the question, time, comes to mind. You need to sacrifice some of your time to grow and cultivate a relationship.
7. If you cooked for your date, what would you cook?
I am a decent cook, but I am a god at the barbecue. I could do a nice pasta dish of some sort, but I'd most likely do shark, steak, or salmon on the grill. It would depend on what she liked.
8. At the end of a first date, how would you kiss your date?
a. Press your lips against theirs - if I liked her, but she seemed nervous.
b. Gentle kiss on the cheek - if I liked her, but she was young enough to be my daughter.
c. Lots o’ tongue, like you’re on a tonsil exploration - If I really liked her and she was engaging and not nervous.
d. I don’t kiss on the first date - what kind of a lame option is this?
Bonus: You just put up a profile on a dating site. You must describe yourself in 10 words or less. What are your 10 words?
Vince Rizzo, Clam Digger.
So sad. The odds are that most of you have no idea what the hell I'm referencing.
Thanks again TMI Tuesday Blog!
Kat Clarification - Fucking is not Dating
I was reading another blog recently that was discussing online dating. Specifically, the author was asking readers how many people they had met online and "dated." This is a pet peeve of mine, Prowlers.
Fucking is not dating.
Let's discuss the difference.
What is dating? Because I only cite the most reliable sources, here's what Wikipedia has to say about dating:
"Dating is a form of courtship consisting of social activities done by two persons with the aim of each assessing the other's suitability as a partner in an intimate relationship or as a spouse. While the term has several senses, it usually refers to the act of meeting and engaging in some mutually agreed upon social activity in public, together, as a couple."
If you are connecting with someone at a hotel, getting a room, fucking yourselves silly, and then going back to work (or home), you're not engaging in a social activity in public as a "couple." In fact, you probably go to some lengths to make it look like you are not arriving or leaving as a couple, right?
And you're probably not checking out each other's suitability as a partner or spouse. That's what all of that scintillating email and chat was about. By the time you're in the hotel room, you've already decided that yourdate fuck buddy is suitable acceptable not too bad, and you're in, so to speak.
As for their suitability as a spouse, if you're prowling you already have a spouse and you're probably looking for playmates who are not suitable to marry because they are already married or they are forbidden in some other way. For example, bad boy who spends hours every day at the gym because he doesn't have a job and who drives up on a motorcycle might be perfect as a fuck buddy. He's hot (good fuck buddy trait), but he doesn't work (bad husband trait). He rides a motorcycle (potentially good fuck buddy trait - purrrr.....does anything scream "bad boy" better than that?...but wait, that's also a lousy husband trait. Uh....that's no family car....).
But can you date the same person who is also a fuck buddy? I'm glad you asked, grasshopper. Excellent question.
When I meet a fuck buddy in a hotel, that's not a date. But when I meet the very same honey out in public for lunch or coffee, it may or may not be a date. What distinguishes the two? Simple. 1) Is it in public? 2) Is there a purpose for meeting other than leading up to a roll in the hay? If both answers are yes, it could be a date IF you want it to be.
Let's complicate it further. Is it a date if you're not fucking and not planning to and both 1 and 2, above, are "yes?" No, that's meeting a friend. Now I'm wondering howintelligent people people with opposable thumbs can make this so complicated.
Here's an example. When I meet DauntlessD for lunch, it's not a date, either. Yes, it's in public and yes there is a purpose other than getting each other in bed. Still, I have a heck of a time convincing Hubby that Daunt and I are not dating. Here's how the last conversation on the topic went with Hubby:
Hubby: So, who pays? Does he pay for your lunch or do you pay for his?
Kat: We each pay for our own.
Hubby: So you go dutch?
Kat: You make it sound like a date, but it's not. When you go out with Fred and you each pay for your own, do you call it "going dutch?"
Hubby: No, but we're both guys.
Kat: Oh wait. He did pay for me once when I won a bet and he had to buy me fish tacos.
Hubby: Oh, so he does pay....
Kat: NO!
Hubby: Ok, well who decides when you're going out?
Kat: Whoever's hungriest? (I chuckle. Hubby doesn't laugh.) It can be either one of us. It doesn't really matter, and I've never really noticed.
Hubby: Do you kiss him goodbye after?
Kat: No.
Hubby: Do you hug him?
Kat: Yes.
Hubby: So you rub up against him.
Kat: Only if I'm really horny. (I laugh. Hubby doesn't.) Oh, come on now! I told you we're not dating. We're not a couple.
Hubby: What are you then?
Kat: Friends. Friends having lunch.
Hubby: Huh.
And it's over until the next inquisition.
Here's the really important question - Why does this matter?
Dating comes with all sorts of expectations and societal norms. If someone dates you a couple of times and doesn't want to see you again, you get to deal with the angst of figuring out if there was something wrong with you. Why did he dump me? Did I say something wrong? Am I not pretty enough, smart enough, good enough?
Since Prowlers are not shopping for spouses, who cares? Who needs all that?
If you can just understand that fucking is not dating, you can release all of those issues and appreciate it for what it is - a sexual encounter, or a series of sexual encounters. It's pleasure and excitement and danger and fun. It could end tomorrow for any of about a hundred different reasons, but most of those are not worth worrying about.
Now, I don't think there is such a thing as a relationship that has no strings (and I don't consider a one night stand to be a relationship), but there's string, there's twine, there's rope, and there are various types of metal chains. What I'm saying is that those of us in the relationship should get to decide what it means and how much attachment there is, not an arbitrary standard associated with "dating."
So, are we clear?
Fucking is not dating.....
.....unless you fall in love.
Then it becomes something else entirely.
Fucking is not dating.
Let's discuss the difference.
What is dating? Because I only cite the most reliable sources, here's what Wikipedia has to say about dating:
"Dating is a form of courtship consisting of social activities done by two persons with the aim of each assessing the other's suitability as a partner in an intimate relationship or as a spouse. While the term has several senses, it usually refers to the act of meeting and engaging in some mutually agreed upon social activity in public, together, as a couple."
If you are connecting with someone at a hotel, getting a room, fucking yourselves silly, and then going back to work (or home), you're not engaging in a social activity in public as a "couple." In fact, you probably go to some lengths to make it look like you are not arriving or leaving as a couple, right?
And you're probably not checking out each other's suitability as a partner or spouse. That's what all of that scintillating email and chat was about. By the time you're in the hotel room, you've already decided that your
As for their suitability as a spouse, if you're prowling you already have a spouse and you're probably looking for playmates who are not suitable to marry because they are already married or they are forbidden in some other way. For example, bad boy who spends hours every day at the gym because he doesn't have a job and who drives up on a motorcycle might be perfect as a fuck buddy. He's hot (good fuck buddy trait), but he doesn't work (bad husband trait). He rides a motorcycle (potentially good fuck buddy trait - purrrr.....does anything scream "bad boy" better than that?...but wait, that's also a lousy husband trait. Uh....that's no family car....).
But can you date the same person who is also a fuck buddy? I'm glad you asked, grasshopper. Excellent question.
When I meet a fuck buddy in a hotel, that's not a date. But when I meet the very same honey out in public for lunch or coffee, it may or may not be a date. What distinguishes the two? Simple. 1) Is it in public? 2) Is there a purpose for meeting other than leading up to a roll in the hay? If both answers are yes, it could be a date IF you want it to be.
Let's complicate it further. Is it a date if you're not fucking and not planning to and both 1 and 2, above, are "yes?" No, that's meeting a friend. Now I'm wondering how
Here's an example. When I meet DauntlessD for lunch, it's not a date, either. Yes, it's in public and yes there is a purpose other than getting each other in bed. Still, I have a heck of a time convincing Hubby that Daunt and I are not dating. Here's how the last conversation on the topic went with Hubby:
Hubby: So, who pays? Does he pay for your lunch or do you pay for his?
Kat: We each pay for our own.
Hubby: So you go dutch?
Kat: You make it sound like a date, but it's not. When you go out with Fred and you each pay for your own, do you call it "going dutch?"
Hubby: No, but we're both guys.
Kat: Oh wait. He did pay for me once when I won a bet and he had to buy me fish tacos.
Hubby: Oh, so he does pay....
Kat: NO!
Hubby: Ok, well who decides when you're going out?
Kat: Whoever's hungriest? (I chuckle. Hubby doesn't laugh.) It can be either one of us. It doesn't really matter, and I've never really noticed.
Hubby: Do you kiss him goodbye after?
Kat: No.
Hubby: Do you hug him?
Kat: Yes.
Hubby: So you rub up against him.
Kat: Only if I'm really horny. (I laugh. Hubby doesn't.) Oh, come on now! I told you we're not dating. We're not a couple.
Hubby: What are you then?
Kat: Friends. Friends having lunch.
Hubby: Huh.
And it's over until the next inquisition.
Here's the really important question - Why does this matter?
Dating comes with all sorts of expectations and societal norms. If someone dates you a couple of times and doesn't want to see you again, you get to deal with the angst of figuring out if there was something wrong with you. Why did he dump me? Did I say something wrong? Am I not pretty enough, smart enough, good enough?
Since Prowlers are not shopping for spouses, who cares? Who needs all that?
If you can just understand that fucking is not dating, you can release all of those issues and appreciate it for what it is - a sexual encounter, or a series of sexual encounters. It's pleasure and excitement and danger and fun. It could end tomorrow for any of about a hundred different reasons, but most of those are not worth worrying about.
Now, I don't think there is such a thing as a relationship that has no strings (and I don't consider a one night stand to be a relationship), but there's string, there's twine, there's rope, and there are various types of metal chains. What I'm saying is that those of us in the relationship should get to decide what it means and how much attachment there is, not an arbitrary standard associated with "dating."
So, are we clear?
Fucking is not dating.....
.....unless you fall in love.
Then it becomes something else entirely.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
DauntlessD Exposed
I just looked back at my very first post, Nice Guys are *NOT* Attractive, and discovered it was posted back in January. It's funny thinking about that first post. It took Kat quite a bit of urging to get me write something, anything. During this span of time I avoided exposing my personal life.
This was for two reasons. First, I have an unusually strong bent in regard to privacy. Even with the anonymity of the blog I felt uncomfortable. This post is about getting past that. Second, I just didn't feel you would enjoy reading about my rather mundane life. Yes my marriage is crumbling so I have the same type of strife as Kat and many others, but outside of participating as co-author on this blog I have not been engaged in any activity that could be considered saucy or controversial; trust me, you would have yawned.
Maybe I'll learn I'm wrong, but Kat has an amazing ability I don't think I have. Even while writing about the rather ordinary struggles with her husband and life, she is able to pull out and highlight some insights and thoughts that make for a fun read. I think my writing on my real world struggles would have simply sounded like whining.
So what's up Daunt, why do you suddenly want to share now?
Here comes the exposure part. My life has suddenly gone from a sickly simmer, to an outright cantankerous boil of change. My marriage is ending and I am moving my wife to the east coast. So with that I have a hunch I'm going to have quite a lot to write about in the near future as I embrace this and face new struggles. AND I have something a bit saucy to share! (Bet you didn't see that coming did you?)
Time to bring up you to speed. I'll try and be brief.
Roughly last October I hit a strange crossroads in my life that rose up in me suddenly and compelled me to make a change. Initially I thought it was a mid-life thing. The thought of an affair at the time appealed to me so I set out to make one happen. I signed into Ashley Madison and went to work. I met a number of women, but for some odd reason something in me just didn't want to pull the trigger so to speak; PWK readers paying attention may have noticed me alluding to this in our 200th post. However, one beautiful thing did come out of this time, I met Kat; read Prowling Friendships, for a bit more insight.
After meeting Kat, something strange happened. As my friendship with her grew, that weird feeling I was having that drove me to Ashley Madison shrunk. Now in retrospect I can finally put a word to that feeling: loneliness. I had never really felt it like that before so I didn't know what it was. However my marriage was gasping and I had roughly a year prior helped my closest friend move out of state. So it makes sense. I was just... lonely.
Oh Daaaauuunnt. DauntlessD, you said you had something saucy for us where is it?
Ah, yes. Well in that phase of meeting women through Ashley Madison, there was one other than Kat that perked my interest. Madison. With this woman I felt that... chemistry... It's the feeling that comes out in Kat's naughty posts. You can almost envision a lioness patiently stalking, then with zest, power and strength the prey is brought down in the blink of an eye. That vibe that causes Kat to POUNCE. That heart pounding sexual energy that causes DauntlessD to... be insufferably nice -- for 7 whole freakin' months!
And with that intro, meet Madison.
To be continued...
(and yes, the saucy part is coming...)
This was for two reasons. First, I have an unusually strong bent in regard to privacy. Even with the anonymity of the blog I felt uncomfortable. This post is about getting past that. Second, I just didn't feel you would enjoy reading about my rather mundane life. Yes my marriage is crumbling so I have the same type of strife as Kat and many others, but outside of participating as co-author on this blog I have not been engaged in any activity that could be considered saucy or controversial; trust me, you would have yawned.
Maybe I'll learn I'm wrong, but Kat has an amazing ability I don't think I have. Even while writing about the rather ordinary struggles with her husband and life, she is able to pull out and highlight some insights and thoughts that make for a fun read. I think my writing on my real world struggles would have simply sounded like whining.
So what's up Daunt, why do you suddenly want to share now?
Here comes the exposure part. My life has suddenly gone from a sickly simmer, to an outright cantankerous boil of change. My marriage is ending and I am moving my wife to the east coast. So with that I have a hunch I'm going to have quite a lot to write about in the near future as I embrace this and face new struggles. AND I have something a bit saucy to share! (Bet you didn't see that coming did you?)
Time to bring up you to speed. I'll try and be brief.
Roughly last October I hit a strange crossroads in my life that rose up in me suddenly and compelled me to make a change. Initially I thought it was a mid-life thing. The thought of an affair at the time appealed to me so I set out to make one happen. I signed into Ashley Madison and went to work. I met a number of women, but for some odd reason something in me just didn't want to pull the trigger so to speak; PWK readers paying attention may have noticed me alluding to this in our 200th post. However, one beautiful thing did come out of this time, I met Kat; read Prowling Friendships, for a bit more insight.
After meeting Kat, something strange happened. As my friendship with her grew, that weird feeling I was having that drove me to Ashley Madison shrunk. Now in retrospect I can finally put a word to that feeling: loneliness. I had never really felt it like that before so I didn't know what it was. However my marriage was gasping and I had roughly a year prior helped my closest friend move out of state. So it makes sense. I was just... lonely.
Oh Daaaauuunnt. DauntlessD, you said you had something saucy for us where is it?
Ah, yes. Well in that phase of meeting women through Ashley Madison, there was one other than Kat that perked my interest. Madison. With this woman I felt that... chemistry... It's the feeling that comes out in Kat's naughty posts. You can almost envision a lioness patiently stalking, then with zest, power and strength the prey is brought down in the blink of an eye. That vibe that causes Kat to POUNCE. That heart pounding sexual energy that causes DauntlessD to... be insufferably nice -- for 7 whole freakin' months!
And with that intro, meet Madison.
To be continued...
(and yes, the saucy part is coming...)
Reflections on 9/11
PWK is probably a strange place to find a piece about 9/11, but it was such a significant event in the lives of so many people around the world, that I couldn't let it go by without a respectful mention.
Like many others, I was at home watching it unfold live on the news. At the time I was speechless. I couldn't make sense of what was happening. Ten years later, it's still hard to make sense of something so tragic, so devastating, but some feelings have bubbled up for me that I can share with you.
Sadness - Almost 3,000 people died in the terrorist attack ten years ago today. Several hundred of those were police officers and firefighters. More than 3,000 children lost parents.Over 1,600 people lost a spouse. It's estimated that 20% of the U.S. population was touched directly by the tragedy. The sadness and loss is immeasurable. Sadness is the first emotion that hits me, but it doesn't stay long. It's quickly replaced with....
Gratitude - I can't think about 9/11 without feeling grateful - grateful for my family, my home, my freedoms, the police and fire professionals who keep us safe, my community, my friends. The list goes on and on. There are many countries, including those of the 9/11 terrorists, in which PWK would be illegal and the penalty for writing about and doing what we write about and do here is death. In many of those same countries, the penalty for a woman having sex with a man who is not her husband (by choice or by rape) is also death. I can't begin to tell you how grateful I am to live in a place where I can express myself freely, without fear of arrest.
Confusion - But sometimes I am still confused. How does a dislike or hatred for the way of life of an entire people justify killing them? On another level, how does dislike or disagreement with an individual's lifestyle justify hatred and abuse? In the freest country on the planet (ok, ok....one of the freest countries on the planet), why do so many people choose to use that freedom to disparage and abuse others?
Resolve - Mahatma Gandhi said, "Be the change you wish to see in the world." Leo Tolstoy said. "Everyone thinks about changing the world, but no one thinks about changing himself."
Clearly, I can't change everyone. In fact, I really can't change anyone but myself, but I can change myself. Rather than bemoan intolerance, I can practice tolerance. We do that in our own teeny tiny way here at PWK, too. When a hater posts, instead of responding in kind or banning them, we thank them for their comment, welcome them, and encourage their participation. That doesn't happen by accident. It happens because a small group of people choose not to respond to hate and anger with hate and anger.
It would be easy to make a cheap joke right now about how we prowlers love to "love" as many as we can, but that's not the point. The point is treating others with dignity and respect whether you love them or agree with them or not. I can resolve not to be the hater who lets their hatred and intolerance get so out of hand that they lash out and kill others. It's apropos that the 9/11 terrorists killed themselves in the attacks on that day because that is exactly what hatred does to a person - it kills you, destroying you silently from the inside out as you act to hurt others.
As I reflect on 9/11, that's what I think about. I let the sadness of the loss wash over me quickly, then I focus on the gratitude. And that leads me to be resolved to "be the change I want to see in the world."
A lot of people died 10 years ago for me to learn and internalize this lesson. I owe it to them not to forget. We all do.
W can resolve to make a change in our small corners of the world, and then watch the ripples.
"I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples." -Mother Teresa
Like many others, I was at home watching it unfold live on the news. At the time I was speechless. I couldn't make sense of what was happening. Ten years later, it's still hard to make sense of something so tragic, so devastating, but some feelings have bubbled up for me that I can share with you.
Sadness - Almost 3,000 people died in the terrorist attack ten years ago today. Several hundred of those were police officers and firefighters. More than 3,000 children lost parents.Over 1,600 people lost a spouse. It's estimated that 20% of the U.S. population was touched directly by the tragedy. The sadness and loss is immeasurable. Sadness is the first emotion that hits me, but it doesn't stay long. It's quickly replaced with....
Gratitude - I can't think about 9/11 without feeling grateful - grateful for my family, my home, my freedoms, the police and fire professionals who keep us safe, my community, my friends. The list goes on and on. There are many countries, including those of the 9/11 terrorists, in which PWK would be illegal and the penalty for writing about and doing what we write about and do here is death. In many of those same countries, the penalty for a woman having sex with a man who is not her husband (by choice or by rape) is also death. I can't begin to tell you how grateful I am to live in a place where I can express myself freely, without fear of arrest.
Confusion - But sometimes I am still confused. How does a dislike or hatred for the way of life of an entire people justify killing them? On another level, how does dislike or disagreement with an individual's lifestyle justify hatred and abuse? In the freest country on the planet (ok, ok....one of the freest countries on the planet), why do so many people choose to use that freedom to disparage and abuse others?
Resolve - Mahatma Gandhi said, "Be the change you wish to see in the world." Leo Tolstoy said. "Everyone thinks about changing the world, but no one thinks about changing himself."
Clearly, I can't change everyone. In fact, I really can't change anyone but myself, but I can change myself. Rather than bemoan intolerance, I can practice tolerance. We do that in our own teeny tiny way here at PWK, too. When a hater posts, instead of responding in kind or banning them, we thank them for their comment, welcome them, and encourage their participation. That doesn't happen by accident. It happens because a small group of people choose not to respond to hate and anger with hate and anger.
It would be easy to make a cheap joke right now about how we prowlers love to "love" as many as we can, but that's not the point. The point is treating others with dignity and respect whether you love them or agree with them or not. I can resolve not to be the hater who lets their hatred and intolerance get so out of hand that they lash out and kill others. It's apropos that the 9/11 terrorists killed themselves in the attacks on that day because that is exactly what hatred does to a person - it kills you, destroying you silently from the inside out as you act to hurt others.
As I reflect on 9/11, that's what I think about. I let the sadness of the loss wash over me quickly, then I focus on the gratitude. And that leads me to be resolved to "be the change I want to see in the world."
A lot of people died 10 years ago for me to learn and internalize this lesson. I owe it to them not to forget. We all do.
W can resolve to make a change in our small corners of the world, and then watch the ripples.
"I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples." -Mother Teresa
Saturday, September 10, 2011
8 Things that Surprised Me This Week
This week has been full of surprises for me. It has also been an emotional roller coaster. I hate the roller coaster, but I love the surprises. Here are a few (in no particular order):
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If you're in the mood for some naughty, try these posts:
TSA Foreplay at the Airport
Starbucks with Cream
Raunchy Hotel Sex
Teaching a Young One
And if those aren't enough for you, go to our Sex, Sex, Only Sex page for a page full of links to naughty sex posts.
Need some visuals? Visit the HNT Photos page.
- I was up and out of the house before dawn every day this past week, which means I got to see the sunrise every day. That was both a surprise and a treat.
- Riff posted again. That's twice in the last two months! Woohoo! In all seriousness, it's nice to have something new from him to read on Ashley and Me.
- Cara referred to children as "fuck trophies" in a comment on Left Turn at Albuquerque. I know, I'm still shocked.
- I actually stood up to one of my most difficult clients and didn't lose the contract. That was, indeed, a surprise.
- My therapist suggested a separation from my husband. Wow. That was unexpected.
- I cried over something I thought I was over a long time ago. I'm not a crier. I hate it when that happens.
- Single guy contacted me....not once, but twice! If you read Play Time on the Road with Single Guy, you know that is not his typical practice, but I liked it. :-)
- JJ gave me permission to post a photo of his manhood (See, Daunt? I don't always have to say cock.). Well, it's not just a photo of his manhood. My hand is in the photo, too, stroking him. So now when you read one of those posts where I wrote about his gorgeous, thick ....you know.....you'll know exactly what I'm talking about. You'll see the photo soon.
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If you're in the mood for some naughty, try these posts:
TSA Foreplay at the Airport
Starbucks with Cream
Raunchy Hotel Sex
Teaching a Young One
And if those aren't enough for you, go to our Sex, Sex, Only Sex page for a page full of links to naughty sex posts.
Need some visuals? Visit the HNT Photos page.
Saturday Serial - Searching
Last week's episode can be found here, Surprises. To start at the beginning go here, Morning Heartache.
As mentioned earlier Saturday Serial is a bit of an experiment where I draw on events within my own life and blend them into a fictional ongoing story. Enjoy.
--DauntlessD
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Danny wakes up and finds his mind lingering on Becka. There are few things in his life that make him feel happy. To be honest, he's been downright depressed for some time. Looking back on his life nothing seems to have gone as he had envisioned. Today there is very little of his life that he could call his own. Meeting Becka had brought a strange collection of sensations -- he had enjoyed himself and was surprised that he had nearly forgotten what that felt like.
Looking around Danny finds nothing has changed within his tiny room in the small, run down, two bedroom duplex. Turning in his bed he puts his feet on the floor reaching for the ceiling in a morning stretch. His wife rolls over and pulls up the blanket.
With a pop of joints he stands and begins to shuffle toward the bathroom. Upon reaching the doorway he turns and looks down at his wife. Most would consider him a lucky man, she's beautiful. Her long auburn hair is tousled with sleep framing her peaceful face. The sheer tank-top she's wearing barely covers her full breasts. He could see the shadow of her large nipples; she had always been self conscience about them and he thought they had been put on her for his mouth alone.
For a brief moment a smile flickers across his lips when entertaining the thought of ripping the blanket off and taking her. The intimacies of times long gone flash through his mind. The smile dies as quickly as it came, replaced with a darkened face and a furrowed brow. What happened? Why had their life together become so strained?
With a sigh he continues toward the bathroom stepping around the 4 foot diameter, and nearly as high, pile of dirty cloths on the floor. Then he steps in front the toilet and releases the morning urgency that drove him there.
His mood lifts a little with a hot shower. After getting dressed he makes his way to the kitchen. The table is full of clutter and looking over at the sink he finds it piled high with dirty dishes caked with food. The dreariness returns and he finds himself struck that there seems to be very little they take pride in anymore.
Danny opens a cupboard and pulls out a bag of discount breakfast cereal. Pouring himself a bowl he munches standing next to the counter in sullen silence. Shaking his head he adds the dirty dish to the already growing pile.
Grabbing the car keys he heads back to the bedroom to tell his wife he's leaving. He kneels down and kisses her. Rachel's green eyes flutter open full of sleep. "I'm off to work. I love you."
"I love you too", she replies.
I love you. The words feel hollow. He questions whether he means them anymore. It simply had become a part of their established routine of getting from day to day.
Stepping out the front door Becka comes to mind again. It was Saturday. Along with Becka he had also secretly met another group of people online and they were getting together tonight. Could he feel happy again? He wasn't sure, but he decided that maybe new friends could help him find out.
As mentioned earlier Saturday Serial is a bit of an experiment where I draw on events within my own life and blend them into a fictional ongoing story. Enjoy.
--DauntlessD
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Danny wakes up and finds his mind lingering on Becka. There are few things in his life that make him feel happy. To be honest, he's been downright depressed for some time. Looking back on his life nothing seems to have gone as he had envisioned. Today there is very little of his life that he could call his own. Meeting Becka had brought a strange collection of sensations -- he had enjoyed himself and was surprised that he had nearly forgotten what that felt like.
Looking around Danny finds nothing has changed within his tiny room in the small, run down, two bedroom duplex. Turning in his bed he puts his feet on the floor reaching for the ceiling in a morning stretch. His wife rolls over and pulls up the blanket.
With a pop of joints he stands and begins to shuffle toward the bathroom. Upon reaching the doorway he turns and looks down at his wife. Most would consider him a lucky man, she's beautiful. Her long auburn hair is tousled with sleep framing her peaceful face. The sheer tank-top she's wearing barely covers her full breasts. He could see the shadow of her large nipples; she had always been self conscience about them and he thought they had been put on her for his mouth alone.
For a brief moment a smile flickers across his lips when entertaining the thought of ripping the blanket off and taking her. The intimacies of times long gone flash through his mind. The smile dies as quickly as it came, replaced with a darkened face and a furrowed brow. What happened? Why had their life together become so strained?
With a sigh he continues toward the bathroom stepping around the 4 foot diameter, and nearly as high, pile of dirty cloths on the floor. Then he steps in front the toilet and releases the morning urgency that drove him there.
His mood lifts a little with a hot shower. After getting dressed he makes his way to the kitchen. The table is full of clutter and looking over at the sink he finds it piled high with dirty dishes caked with food. The dreariness returns and he finds himself struck that there seems to be very little they take pride in anymore.
Danny opens a cupboard and pulls out a bag of discount breakfast cereal. Pouring himself a bowl he munches standing next to the counter in sullen silence. Shaking his head he adds the dirty dish to the already growing pile.
Grabbing the car keys he heads back to the bedroom to tell his wife he's leaving. He kneels down and kisses her. Rachel's green eyes flutter open full of sleep. "I'm off to work. I love you."
"I love you too", she replies.
I love you. The words feel hollow. He questions whether he means them anymore. It simply had become a part of their established routine of getting from day to day.
Stepping out the front door Becka comes to mind again. It was Saturday. Along with Becka he had also secretly met another group of people online and they were getting together tonight. Could he feel happy again? He wasn't sure, but he decided that maybe new friends could help him find out.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Friday Fantasy - A Florida Keys Tale (A Guest Post by Ryan Beaumont)
Billy Crystal was mostly correct in that movie when he said men and women can never really be friends. It’s hard and typically the guy is at least thinking about sex but sometimes when the girl is really cool and makes sure that friendship is the only thing on the menu it can be good. And so it was with Meredith and me. She was a fraternity little sister, a co-worker, and just and all around friend.
Of course, what can help that old male/female platonic friendship is a good looking female roommate! But let me set the stage a bit first.
Meredith, as I said, was a fun person to be around. The only thing more fun than being with Meredith was being around her and her 2 best friends and roommates Maggie and Melinda (yep 3 M’s). They had another roommate Julia but she was not around as much. She was even better looking than Meredith but I really never got to know her that well early on.
One spring break my 3 M’s were going down to the Florida Keys. Meredith asked me if I wanted to go. I think they needed a Sugar Daddy/chaperone. I guess I would be the muscle and provide needed cash flow. Although I was still in school I had a great job that made very good tips. Bringing down $20K/year doesn’t sound like much now but back then and in school that was some serious cash. And if this was what it meant to be taken advantage of then I surely didn’t mind. And oh btw – Julia was going as well.
What I found out also is that I was designated driver for much of that overnight 18 hour haul down to Sugarloaf Key. But that was OK, Julia ended up sitting shot gun for a lot of the way and I found we had a lot in common and we started to connect.
Once we got to the Keys we checked into our camp site. Yes, camping with 4 women, I think I forgot to say that! I can’t stand to be sedentary so the first thing on my to-do list was to go on a short run. I ran down a road heading east from the camp site and away from RT 1. About a mile down the road I came upon a washed out bridge. I didn’t think much of it and decided to turn back to catch up to my girls.
That night we had a great time at Margaritaville, Sloppy Joe’s and several other places. Julia turned out to be pretty enchanting after a few drinks. For the first time I saw this wild, untamed, adventurous, yet alluring soul behind those pretty blue eyes and wavy blonde hair.
She and I bought a bottle of George de Boeuf Beaujolais Village on the way home. There was a boat dock near the camp site and we polished off that bottle while stowing away on one of those nice boats. It was exquisite; my arm around a beautiful girl and looking up at the stars with a warm breeze in our face. And yes her lips were sweet with the flavor of the wine and her body was soft and moved approvingly to my caresses. Unfortunately, the 3 M’s found us and wanted us to join the party so I had to push pause on this little fantasy for now.
The next afternoon I suggested a walk with Julia. She was A OK with it and we ventured down that little road bearing to the east. Julia was gorgeous. Her wavy bleach blond hair was pulled back with a scrunchie and her blue eyes were striking against the canvass of a thin white cotton tank top and tight faded and torn blue jean shorts.
This time at the bridge I decided to venture forward. We waded across the little creek (just about 20 yards) to the other side and continued our walk. The road was very secluded and eventually ended at a thick cluster of brush and trees with the water’s edge of Sugarloaf Sound just visible.
Julia shouted out “awesome, we’re in there” and sprinted forward toward the water, I loved her enthusiasm. I was close behind. Julia ran straight up to her knees into the water. I walked up to her side.
I said, “I wish I had brought my suit, this looks like a great place to swim.”
Julia then turned and walked back to the beach. I did a double take when she started pulling off her tank top as she walked away from me, revealing her naked back. Just past the water she bent over and pulled off her tight jean shorts dropping them next to the tank top beside her and revealing long sleek legs running up to her gorgeous round and tight ass.
She turned to me a stated with a sly smile “we’re skinny dipping!”
She confidently pranced right past me and out deeper into the water. Just past me she turned slightly and said “if you don’t join me I’m leaving right now!”
I swallowed hard and then walked back to the beach and took off my clothes. I was a little embarrassed because my cock was fully extended. I walked briskly into the water hoping to get waist deep ASAP. I looked up and Julia was looking at me like a lioness eyeing an Antelope.
She swam out ahead of me but I caught her. She splashed at me in a feigned attempt to escape but I didn’t let her. I had been a lifeguard and I was thinking some of those rescue moves might be very sexy now.
We were about 20 yards out now. I could still stand but she could not. She put her arms around my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my waist. I could feel the outline of her body around my waist and against my cock.
She kissed me hard forcing her tongue into my mouth. We kissed deeply.
But then I heard the rumbling sound of a plane overhead. It was one of those ad planes that fly low down the beach advertising towels and boogie boards, etc.
Julia laughed; I got the idea that she would have no problem fucking me right there with the whole world to see. But, she was a nice girl and I think she realized that I was a bit shy so she nodded when I said “maybe we should get into some cover.”
So I carried her back to shore with her body draped around mine, my dick almost rubbing itself into her by water’s edge. I set her down and we both shuffled over to the trees. She turned and we kissed for what seemed an eternity. I started kissing my way down her body; across her breasts and then down to her pussy. I worked my tongue over her clit and into her. Her left leg was over my shoulder and supported by my forearm. I moved my left hand up the back of her leg and settled onto her soft behind. I heard her sigh. I looked up briefly; she was leaning against the tree that hid us from view, back arched and hands rubbing her breasts.
This was wonderful but I was aching to be inside of her. I stood up and kissed her some more. I moved my cock between her legs; she was so wet I could easily be in her quickly.
I whispered to her “I wish we had a towel; it’s a bit sandy here.”
Julia looked up and right into my eyes and said “we don’t need a towel babe.”
She slowly rotated around and started grinding her ass into me. I gasped as I looked down on her warm wet body in front of me.
I lowered myself onto my knees. Julia’s ass was right in front of me now as she swayed back and forth.
I slid my hands around her bottom and over to her pussy and then up to her breasts. I pulled her down to me. She was now on her knees in front of me her back to my chest. She tilted her head back exposing her long and lovely neck as if to invite me to a feast. I did and our tongues probed one another as I grabbed her breasts tight. I gave her a slight bite on the shoulder and neck and she squealed gently. I then leaned back slightly moving my hands to her shoulders. I slowly guided her shoulders forward until she was on all fours in front of me. My hands slipped from her shoulders, down her spine, and to her hips. As I caressed her hips I pushed my cock into her.
She gasped out “yessss, owwww yesssss yessssss.”
The sensation was intoxicating. Feeling my cock inside her was wonderful but what sent me over the edge was the feeling of her soft body pressing rhythmically against my pelvis and the inside of those lithe legs against my thighs.
I would love to say this lasted for a long time. But soon I felt the pulsation followed by the wetness of Julia’s organism. Her sighs and the site of her ass jiggling at my thrust quickly brought out an orgasm so hard that the tingling in all my extremities hurt. It was like that big plunge down the hill on a roller coaster.
We both gasped and fell forward in a heap of wet post sex flesh.
--Ryan Beaumont
Of course, what can help that old male/female platonic friendship is a good looking female roommate! But let me set the stage a bit first.
Meredith, as I said, was a fun person to be around. The only thing more fun than being with Meredith was being around her and her 2 best friends and roommates Maggie and Melinda (yep 3 M’s). They had another roommate Julia but she was not around as much. She was even better looking than Meredith but I really never got to know her that well early on.
What I found out also is that I was designated driver for much of that overnight 18 hour haul down to Sugarloaf Key. But that was OK, Julia ended up sitting shot gun for a lot of the way and I found we had a lot in common and we started to connect.
Once we got to the Keys we checked into our camp site. Yes, camping with 4 women, I think I forgot to say that! I can’t stand to be sedentary so the first thing on my to-do list was to go on a short run. I ran down a road heading east from the camp site and away from RT 1. About a mile down the road I came upon a washed out bridge. I didn’t think much of it and decided to turn back to catch up to my girls.
That night we had a great time at Margaritaville, Sloppy Joe’s and several other places. Julia turned out to be pretty enchanting after a few drinks. For the first time I saw this wild, untamed, adventurous, yet alluring soul behind those pretty blue eyes and wavy blonde hair.
She and I bought a bottle of George de Boeuf Beaujolais Village on the way home. There was a boat dock near the camp site and we polished off that bottle while stowing away on one of those nice boats. It was exquisite; my arm around a beautiful girl and looking up at the stars with a warm breeze in our face. And yes her lips were sweet with the flavor of the wine and her body was soft and moved approvingly to my caresses. Unfortunately, the 3 M’s found us and wanted us to join the party so I had to push pause on this little fantasy for now.
The next afternoon I suggested a walk with Julia. She was A OK with it and we ventured down that little road bearing to the east. Julia was gorgeous. Her wavy bleach blond hair was pulled back with a scrunchie and her blue eyes were striking against the canvass of a thin white cotton tank top and tight faded and torn blue jean shorts.
This time at the bridge I decided to venture forward. We waded across the little creek (just about 20 yards) to the other side and continued our walk. The road was very secluded and eventually ended at a thick cluster of brush and trees with the water’s edge of Sugarloaf Sound just visible.
Julia shouted out “awesome, we’re in there” and sprinted forward toward the water, I loved her enthusiasm. I was close behind. Julia ran straight up to her knees into the water. I walked up to her side.
Julia then turned and walked back to the beach. I did a double take when she started pulling off her tank top as she walked away from me, revealing her naked back. Just past the water she bent over and pulled off her tight jean shorts dropping them next to the tank top beside her and revealing long sleek legs running up to her gorgeous round and tight ass.
She turned to me a stated with a sly smile “we’re skinny dipping!”
She confidently pranced right past me and out deeper into the water. Just past me she turned slightly and said “if you don’t join me I’m leaving right now!”
I swallowed hard and then walked back to the beach and took off my clothes. I was a little embarrassed because my cock was fully extended. I walked briskly into the water hoping to get waist deep ASAP. I looked up and Julia was looking at me like a lioness eyeing an Antelope.
She swam out ahead of me but I caught her. She splashed at me in a feigned attempt to escape but I didn’t let her. I had been a lifeguard and I was thinking some of those rescue moves might be very sexy now.
We were about 20 yards out now. I could still stand but she could not. She put her arms around my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my waist. I could feel the outline of her body around my waist and against my cock.
She kissed me hard forcing her tongue into my mouth. We kissed deeply.
But then I heard the rumbling sound of a plane overhead. It was one of those ad planes that fly low down the beach advertising towels and boogie boards, etc.
Julia laughed; I got the idea that she would have no problem fucking me right there with the whole world to see. But, she was a nice girl and I think she realized that I was a bit shy so she nodded when I said “maybe we should get into some cover.”
So I carried her back to shore with her body draped around mine, my dick almost rubbing itself into her by water’s edge. I set her down and we both shuffled over to the trees. She turned and we kissed for what seemed an eternity. I started kissing my way down her body; across her breasts and then down to her pussy. I worked my tongue over her clit and into her. Her left leg was over my shoulder and supported by my forearm. I moved my left hand up the back of her leg and settled onto her soft behind. I heard her sigh. I looked up briefly; she was leaning against the tree that hid us from view, back arched and hands rubbing her breasts.
This was wonderful but I was aching to be inside of her. I stood up and kissed her some more. I moved my cock between her legs; she was so wet I could easily be in her quickly.
I whispered to her “I wish we had a towel; it’s a bit sandy here.”
Julia looked up and right into my eyes and said “we don’t need a towel babe.”
She slowly rotated around and started grinding her ass into me. I gasped as I looked down on her warm wet body in front of me.
I lowered myself onto my knees. Julia’s ass was right in front of me now as she swayed back and forth.
I slid my hands around her bottom and over to her pussy and then up to her breasts. I pulled her down to me. She was now on her knees in front of me her back to my chest. She tilted her head back exposing her long and lovely neck as if to invite me to a feast. I did and our tongues probed one another as I grabbed her breasts tight. I gave her a slight bite on the shoulder and neck and she squealed gently. I then leaned back slightly moving my hands to her shoulders. I slowly guided her shoulders forward until she was on all fours in front of me. My hands slipped from her shoulders, down her spine, and to her hips. As I caressed her hips I pushed my cock into her.
She gasped out “yessss, owwww yesssss yessssss.”
The sensation was intoxicating. Feeling my cock inside her was wonderful but what sent me over the edge was the feeling of her soft body pressing rhythmically against my pelvis and the inside of those lithe legs against my thighs.
I would love to say this lasted for a long time. But soon I felt the pulsation followed by the wetness of Julia’s organism. Her sighs and the site of her ass jiggling at my thrust quickly brought out an orgasm so hard that the tingling in all my extremities hurt. It was like that big plunge down the hill on a roller coaster.
We both gasped and fell forward in a heap of wet post sex flesh.
--Ryan Beaumont
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
The Best Little Half Pill in My World - A Guest Post by SomewhereMan
I called the CVS on Friday, freaking out.
"Yeah, er...um...I had a prescription for Levitra a few months back. Is it still there?"
After some rustling of papers, I hear the pharmacist say, "yes, we can fill it for up to 12 months."
I sigh in relief. This may be my last shot at saving Debbie.
"I'll take 3 of the 10mg pills."
"That'll be $62.47. See you in an hour."
All because I had "fizzled out" with the most beautiful woman I've ever been able to get naked in my 35+ years on the planet. Two days before, Debbie and I had three hours in a hotel room. Sure, she came multiple times, thanks to my tongue and hands but, as I was so damn nervous, I couldn't get "hard enough" for what she really wanted.
"I want you inside of me," she begged that day.
Crap! This again?!? Back in June, my incident with "Charlotte" (for the dear readers of the blog I destroyed five weeks ago) led to my blogging in the first place. A "dead dick" pained me greatly. I lost Charlotte forever because I was too nervous.
And now I was losing Debbie. She no longer texted me with the words "sexy" or "miss you" or "I want to be with you right now". Since Wednesday, it had been more on a "friend" level. I would write something sexual to her and get a "friendly" response...not the "wish I could suck your whole shaft and swallow your cum while looking into your eyes".
She told me that I was more than just a hard cock to her. She was "into me" for the whole person I was...
only, with my Limp Bizkit on Wednesday, we both knew that wasn't 100% true.
Thus, Friday night, I picked up the Levitra...desperate to "Save Debbie".
*****
While reading over the side effects, I decided for a "self test" on Saturday night. Wife was asleep. Kids were long since out.
I'm on the couch downstairs, watching college football. (Hey, college football stimulates me, especially when the team I am backing is covering the spread). I break off a 10mg pill in half for my suggested 5mg dose.
Wait twenty minutes.
Start touching myself.
I had a missile for a cock within 4 or 5 minutes.
Without touching it, the "Cock Missile" stayed...full-size... "18 years old with no dick control" (thanks, Eddie Murphy) size.
Ah, what the hell, I thought, stroking it before hitting a climax during the Colorado-Hawai'i game.
Best part? The missile stayed hard... after the climax.
For 14 hours from when I swallowed the "half pill", I had four rock-solid erections. Of course, my wife - who has no idea about the Levitra - wanted no part of me.
I was ready for Debbie.
I had texted her on Saturday, telling her I had a "surprise" for her and that I thought we would both enjoy it. We set a date... Wednesday morning. My house. I told her I'd need an hour for her to experience it.
On Tuesday, I decided to go shop for this "surprise". Found a sexy babydoll nightie for her. That would be her "surprise"...before, hopefully, I'd have a real surprise.
Then a shocking text nearly gave me a heart attack.
"Hey!" Debbie writes. "I've come some time right now (Tuesday morning). Can I come over for my present? Say...30 minutes?"
Holy crap.
I walk out to the secret hiding space where I keep my "now" 2 1/2 Levitra pills. (empty plastic bag, unmarked).
After I confirm that I'll see her in a half hour, I gulp down a 5mg half-tablet. I debate whether to do the full 10. Nope...stick with the 5.
I know that...as I am in the shower, doing a scrub down, that -- if I'm not hard and "ready for sex", she'll dump me before the afternoon.
THAT is pressure.
I drive to pick up her favorite coffee (that is my trademark whenever we meet -- I hate coffee but she loves it when I listen and pay attention). All the way, I'm terrified. Terrified of a Charlotte Redux. The disappointment of a cock that won't stir, no matter how turned on I am.
Also...there's this.
I never mentioned that I already jerked off two hours before. Ugh. That's right. I "rotated the crops", thinking of Debbie and our scheduled encounter for Wednesday.
Damn.
We meet at our assigned "business park" location as she pulls her ride next to mine.
Author's Note: This is another tricky element as I am breaking SO many of Kat's rules here. Debbie & I go to the same church. We live in the same neighborhood and, oh yeah, our kids know each other and, yes, we often give each other incredible climaxes in our basements. At least the church "thing" has been worked out -- it's a megachurch and I go in the right entrance, she goes in the left. I've "nodded" at her husband before in passing...
In the minutes before she pulls up, I do a "self-test". I touch my cock to see if the Levitra is kicking in. A little bit -- not on size but on sensation. Something is happening in there -- it's not "growing" but it is feeling more sensitive. Sigh... this is it.
As always, Debbie looks amazing. White summer dress. Black top, low-cut in front and sleeveless. Form fitting. Her hair is blonde, her skin is bronze from the summer sun. Debbie is 42 but has a six-pack of abs from working out every single day.
I have no business being with this woman.
Here is why I am also so skittish. We've been "dating" for two months. She's dumped me six times -- often out of guilt and ALWAYS by email. Each morning, when I wake up, I check my email before I check the texts... If I get an email from her with "no subject"... then I'm getting dumped. Yet, each time, within 48 hours, she texts me that she misses me...
And the cycle continues.
Yet on this day, Debbie hops into my car, with her awesome smile. I hand her the deluxe coffee and off we drive. Three blocks later, we're at my house as I open the garage, closing it immediately after we pull in.
I'm not sure what will happen. I'm sensing that I am not going to get dumped right "here and now". She walks inside and I start kissing her. I can tell from her kiss that, no, I may be dropped tomorrow or by the weekend but...not today.
I walk over to the computer and play Chicago's "Hard Habit to Break", our inside joke of her dumping me about every 10 days.
As I return to kiss her, I'm rock hard.
Thank you, Levitra.
I deviate from our usual pattern -- of me going down on her for her first climax before I start worrying about myself. I have the Cock Missile on this fine day.
She reaches down.
"Whoa!" she says. "Let's take advantage of this!"
Within thirty seconds, our clothes are off... the Trojan is on...and "we're off".
I put her on "all fours" and enter from behind. I glide into her wet walls... savoring the first thrust...shocked that I'm even here - with a hard, full-size (and even wide) cock. Not sure the last time I was *this* hard.
As she bucks, swirling her sexy, size 4 hips over my lucky and throbbing cock, I feel a weird sense of calm overtake me. This is the man I used to be...back when I was a "boy", really...a college kid who would go to sleep six nights a week by having mind-blowing sex with my "law school girlfriend". EVERY night, I'd go out drinking...and every night...she'd be studying and stressing...and then we'd release it all in her apartment.
This hour with Debbie had the same feeling - the same pawing of joy, of sex, of being close.
Yet I had to temper myself, even as I watched and felt her climax three minutes into me fucking her from behind.
I wanted to tell this woman everything I felt about her...but I couldn't. I didn't want to scare her. She had mentioned, last week, a fear of feelings for me seeping in. We had "agreed" a month before... no intercourse, no feelings, no strings attached.
Yeah... like we could stick to that.
I had never felt as close to a woman as I did today.. thank you, Levitra. :)
After her peak, I slid off to my side, spooning her, with my still hard cock pumping inside of her. This went on for another ten minutes of pumping and fucking... then I had her go on top to ride me.
I watched her tan, beautiful body ride my "still hard" cock. The joy pulsating throughout her body as I guided her to a second climax... with the thumb-on-clit, cock-in-pussy lunch combo.
Then as she collapsed onto me, her blonde hair tickling my cheek, that was the time to look into her eyes and say, "I love you, Debbie"... but I didn't.
I couldn't scare her. No matter how much I wanted to say it. :)
All in all, the Levitra-laden cock made it 27 minutes before I finally pulled out for good and she took my "somewhat hard" little guy for a wide blowjob ride before I fired burst...after burst...after burst all over the back of her mouth.
How did I know 27 minutes? Seven songs on the playlist :) 27 minutes.
One more time, everybody.... "Thank You, Levitra."
As we lay in each other's arms, once I was all cleaned up, we talked a little about the rest of our day. My index finger dancing about her bare, tan mound where she was all "waxed".
With a final kiss, she said, "I've got ten minutes before I have to go."
I kissed her again.
"Stay here," I commanded as I opened up her legs. "You're leaving here with a smile."
And my tongue slid along her clit and inside her pussy lips as I fired up her engine for a final trip to Satisfactiontown.
As I drove her back to her car, we held hands but still lacked the closeness we had enjoyed two weeks before.
Maybe she's getting scared at what's happening between us. I know I am a little bit as well.
I would move up my "date of escape" to try and make it work with Debbie. I am that "into her".
In the five hours from when we said goodbye to when I wrote this note, her texts have fallen off. Very "clinical". Very much a friend.
Sure, I'll probably get dumped soon...again.
However, I'm fine with it. At least, unlike Charlotte, it won't be because I had a Limp Bizkit... that's for damn sure.
- SomewhereMan
"Yeah, er...um...I had a prescription for Levitra a few months back. Is it still there?"
After some rustling of papers, I hear the pharmacist say, "yes, we can fill it for up to 12 months."
I sigh in relief. This may be my last shot at saving Debbie.
"I'll take 3 of the 10mg pills."
"That'll be $62.47. See you in an hour."
All because I had "fizzled out" with the most beautiful woman I've ever been able to get naked in my 35+ years on the planet. Two days before, Debbie and I had three hours in a hotel room. Sure, she came multiple times, thanks to my tongue and hands but, as I was so damn nervous, I couldn't get "hard enough" for what she really wanted.
"I want you inside of me," she begged that day.
Crap! This again?!? Back in June, my incident with "Charlotte" (for the dear readers of the blog I destroyed five weeks ago) led to my blogging in the first place. A "dead dick" pained me greatly. I lost Charlotte forever because I was too nervous.
And now I was losing Debbie. She no longer texted me with the words "sexy" or "miss you" or "I want to be with you right now". Since Wednesday, it had been more on a "friend" level. I would write something sexual to her and get a "friendly" response...not the "wish I could suck your whole shaft and swallow your cum while looking into your eyes".
She told me that I was more than just a hard cock to her. She was "into me" for the whole person I was...
only, with my Limp Bizkit on Wednesday, we both knew that wasn't 100% true.
Thus, Friday night, I picked up the Levitra...desperate to "Save Debbie".
*****
While reading over the side effects, I decided for a "self test" on Saturday night. Wife was asleep. Kids were long since out.
I'm on the couch downstairs, watching college football. (Hey, college football stimulates me, especially when the team I am backing is covering the spread). I break off a 10mg pill in half for my suggested 5mg dose.
Wait twenty minutes.
Start touching myself.
I had a missile for a cock within 4 or 5 minutes.
Without touching it, the "Cock Missile" stayed...full-size... "18 years old with no dick control" (thanks, Eddie Murphy) size.
Ah, what the hell, I thought, stroking it before hitting a climax during the Colorado-Hawai'i game.
Best part? The missile stayed hard... after the climax.
For 14 hours from when I swallowed the "half pill", I had four rock-solid erections. Of course, my wife - who has no idea about the Levitra - wanted no part of me.
I was ready for Debbie.
I had texted her on Saturday, telling her I had a "surprise" for her and that I thought we would both enjoy it. We set a date... Wednesday morning. My house. I told her I'd need an hour for her to experience it.
On Tuesday, I decided to go shop for this "surprise". Found a sexy babydoll nightie for her. That would be her "surprise"...before, hopefully, I'd have a real surprise.
Then a shocking text nearly gave me a heart attack.
"Hey!" Debbie writes. "I've come some time right now (Tuesday morning). Can I come over for my present? Say...30 minutes?"
Holy crap.
I walk out to the secret hiding space where I keep my "now" 2 1/2 Levitra pills. (empty plastic bag, unmarked).
After I confirm that I'll see her in a half hour, I gulp down a 5mg half-tablet. I debate whether to do the full 10. Nope...stick with the 5.
I know that...as I am in the shower, doing a scrub down, that -- if I'm not hard and "ready for sex", she'll dump me before the afternoon.
THAT is pressure.
I drive to pick up her favorite coffee (that is my trademark whenever we meet -- I hate coffee but she loves it when I listen and pay attention). All the way, I'm terrified. Terrified of a Charlotte Redux. The disappointment of a cock that won't stir, no matter how turned on I am.
Also...there's this.
I never mentioned that I already jerked off two hours before. Ugh. That's right. I "rotated the crops", thinking of Debbie and our scheduled encounter for Wednesday.
Damn.
We meet at our assigned "business park" location as she pulls her ride next to mine.
Author's Note: This is another tricky element as I am breaking SO many of Kat's rules here. Debbie & I go to the same church. We live in the same neighborhood and, oh yeah, our kids know each other and, yes, we often give each other incredible climaxes in our basements. At least the church "thing" has been worked out -- it's a megachurch and I go in the right entrance, she goes in the left. I've "nodded" at her husband before in passing...
In the minutes before she pulls up, I do a "self-test". I touch my cock to see if the Levitra is kicking in. A little bit -- not on size but on sensation. Something is happening in there -- it's not "growing" but it is feeling more sensitive. Sigh... this is it.
As always, Debbie looks amazing. White summer dress. Black top, low-cut in front and sleeveless. Form fitting. Her hair is blonde, her skin is bronze from the summer sun. Debbie is 42 but has a six-pack of abs from working out every single day.
I have no business being with this woman.
Here is why I am also so skittish. We've been "dating" for two months. She's dumped me six times -- often out of guilt and ALWAYS by email. Each morning, when I wake up, I check my email before I check the texts... If I get an email from her with "no subject"... then I'm getting dumped. Yet, each time, within 48 hours, she texts me that she misses me...
And the cycle continues.
Yet on this day, Debbie hops into my car, with her awesome smile. I hand her the deluxe coffee and off we drive. Three blocks later, we're at my house as I open the garage, closing it immediately after we pull in.
I'm not sure what will happen. I'm sensing that I am not going to get dumped right "here and now". She walks inside and I start kissing her. I can tell from her kiss that, no, I may be dropped tomorrow or by the weekend but...not today.
I walk over to the computer and play Chicago's "Hard Habit to Break", our inside joke of her dumping me about every 10 days.
As I return to kiss her, I'm rock hard.
Thank you, Levitra.
I deviate from our usual pattern -- of me going down on her for her first climax before I start worrying about myself. I have the Cock Missile on this fine day.
She reaches down.
"Whoa!" she says. "Let's take advantage of this!"
Within thirty seconds, our clothes are off... the Trojan is on...and "we're off".
I put her on "all fours" and enter from behind. I glide into her wet walls... savoring the first thrust...shocked that I'm even here - with a hard, full-size (and even wide) cock. Not sure the last time I was *this* hard.
As she bucks, swirling her sexy, size 4 hips over my lucky and throbbing cock, I feel a weird sense of calm overtake me. This is the man I used to be...back when I was a "boy", really...a college kid who would go to sleep six nights a week by having mind-blowing sex with my "law school girlfriend". EVERY night, I'd go out drinking...and every night...she'd be studying and stressing...and then we'd release it all in her apartment.
This hour with Debbie had the same feeling - the same pawing of joy, of sex, of being close.
Yet I had to temper myself, even as I watched and felt her climax three minutes into me fucking her from behind.
I wanted to tell this woman everything I felt about her...but I couldn't. I didn't want to scare her. She had mentioned, last week, a fear of feelings for me seeping in. We had "agreed" a month before... no intercourse, no feelings, no strings attached.
Yeah... like we could stick to that.
I had never felt as close to a woman as I did today.. thank you, Levitra. :)
After her peak, I slid off to my side, spooning her, with my still hard cock pumping inside of her. This went on for another ten minutes of pumping and fucking... then I had her go on top to ride me.
I watched her tan, beautiful body ride my "still hard" cock. The joy pulsating throughout her body as I guided her to a second climax... with the thumb-on-clit, cock-in-pussy lunch combo.
Then as she collapsed onto me, her blonde hair tickling my cheek, that was the time to look into her eyes and say, "I love you, Debbie"... but I didn't.
I couldn't scare her. No matter how much I wanted to say it. :)
All in all, the Levitra-laden cock made it 27 minutes before I finally pulled out for good and she took my "somewhat hard" little guy for a wide blowjob ride before I fired burst...after burst...after burst all over the back of her mouth.
How did I know 27 minutes? Seven songs on the playlist :) 27 minutes.
One more time, everybody.... "Thank You, Levitra."
As we lay in each other's arms, once I was all cleaned up, we talked a little about the rest of our day. My index finger dancing about her bare, tan mound where she was all "waxed".
With a final kiss, she said, "I've got ten minutes before I have to go."
I kissed her again.
"Stay here," I commanded as I opened up her legs. "You're leaving here with a smile."
And my tongue slid along her clit and inside her pussy lips as I fired up her engine for a final trip to Satisfactiontown.
As I drove her back to her car, we held hands but still lacked the closeness we had enjoyed two weeks before.
Maybe she's getting scared at what's happening between us. I know I am a little bit as well.
I would move up my "date of escape" to try and make it work with Debbie. I am that "into her".
In the five hours from when we said goodbye to when I wrote this note, her texts have fallen off. Very "clinical". Very much a friend.
Sure, I'll probably get dumped soon...again.
However, I'm fine with it. At least, unlike Charlotte, it won't be because I had a Limp Bizkit... that's for damn sure.
- SomewhereMan
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
TMI Tuesday with Cara (Nakedness) - 9/6/11
Now it's Cara's turn for TMI Tuesday.....
1. What do you wear to sleep in?
Usually a little nightie. Baby-doll style. I just love them and sometimes wish I could wear them out so that more people could enjoy my cute nighties.
2. Do you ever walk around your own place naked?
Yes. Mostly after a shower while I'm waiting for my lotion to absorb into my skin. I tend to procrastinate getting dressed which lengthens my naked-time.
3. Have you or would you ever answer the door naked?
I don't remember a specific occasion, but I'm certainly not opposed to it.
4. What part of your body do you like to be on show? Why?
I suppose my breasts because I have been told (by more people than just Kat) that I have a great set.;-)
5. When sunbathing how much do you bare?
As much as possible. I don't mind tan lines around my bikini bottom, but I don't like them on my chest because I wear strapless in the summer A LOT, and well, I consider it to be a fashion faux pas to have tan lines there.
6. Have you or would you bare all on a naturist (nude) beach?
I have.
7. Have you ever flashed your bits in public?
If not would you if it turned your partner on? I haven't yet, but I absolutely would as long as I didn't get arrested.
8. Have you ever given a striptease or has anyone given you one? Did you enjoy it?
Yes on both accounts, and I LOVE them. I love giving them and I love receiving them.
9. Ever gone skinny dipping? Alone or with others?
A few times... When I was in college, for Spring Break, a bunch of us when to Lake Havasu and after a day of drinking and playing on lake, of course we had to skinny dip. Then, a few years ago, some neighbors of mine had a pool and I skinny dipped there a few times alone, and then one time when I thought I was alone but wasn't... Their 22 year-old son was home from college, oopsie! It turned out okay though, because he didn't mind me being there at all!
10. Do you like to look at naked people or do you want show off your nakedness?
Who doesn't like to look at people naked? I would say that I like to look at people naked more than I like to show off my nakedness, but I also like to show off my nakedness to certain special people.;-)
Bonus: Sexually speaking, what’s the furthest you would go with a partner in public? Have you had sex in public?
I'm not sure if this counts as public, but [again, in college], there was this guy who I was crazy about, so I did him in the bathroom at a party. I wanted people to know we were having sex in there and of course I was a little drunk. When someone knocked on the door to come in, I quickly put my panties on and walked out of the bathroom to the bedroom, with nothing on other than my tiny thong. I think the whole thing really excited the guy and we ended up dating for a while. Beyond that, I guess hand jobs in a movie theater are about it. I would probably do more, but only if I was relatively certain I wouldn't end up being arrested.
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1. What do you wear to sleep in?
Usually a little nightie. Baby-doll style. I just love them and sometimes wish I could wear them out so that more people could enjoy my cute nighties.
2. Do you ever walk around your own place naked?
Yes. Mostly after a shower while I'm waiting for my lotion to absorb into my skin. I tend to procrastinate getting dressed which lengthens my naked-time.
3. Have you or would you ever answer the door naked?
I don't remember a specific occasion, but I'm certainly not opposed to it.
4. What part of your body do you like to be on show? Why?
I suppose my breasts because I have been told (by more people than just Kat) that I have a great set.;-)
5. When sunbathing how much do you bare?
As much as possible. I don't mind tan lines around my bikini bottom, but I don't like them on my chest because I wear strapless in the summer A LOT, and well, I consider it to be a fashion faux pas to have tan lines there.
6. Have you or would you bare all on a naturist (nude) beach?
I have.
7. Have you ever flashed your bits in public?
If not would you if it turned your partner on? I haven't yet, but I absolutely would as long as I didn't get arrested.
8. Have you ever given a striptease or has anyone given you one? Did you enjoy it?
Yes on both accounts, and I LOVE them. I love giving them and I love receiving them.
9. Ever gone skinny dipping? Alone or with others?
A few times... When I was in college, for Spring Break, a bunch of us when to Lake Havasu and after a day of drinking and playing on lake, of course we had to skinny dip. Then, a few years ago, some neighbors of mine had a pool and I skinny dipped there a few times alone, and then one time when I thought I was alone but wasn't... Their 22 year-old son was home from college, oopsie! It turned out okay though, because he didn't mind me being there at all!
10. Do you like to look at naked people or do you want show off your nakedness?
Who doesn't like to look at people naked? I would say that I like to look at people naked more than I like to show off my nakedness, but I also like to show off my nakedness to certain special people.;-)
Bonus: Sexually speaking, what’s the furthest you would go with a partner in public? Have you had sex in public?
I'm not sure if this counts as public, but [again, in college], there was this guy who I was crazy about, so I did him in the bathroom at a party. I wanted people to know we were having sex in there and of course I was a little drunk. When someone knocked on the door to come in, I quickly put my panties on and walked out of the bathroom to the bedroom, with nothing on other than my tiny thong. I think the whole thing really excited the guy and we ended up dating for a while. Beyond that, I guess hand jobs in a movie theater are about it. I would probably do more, but only if I was relatively certain I wouldn't end up being arrested.
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Monday, September 5, 2011
Play Time on the Road with Single Guy
Traveling for work is not as glamorous as it looks. Sure, it gives me the freedom I need to prowl, which is great, but it's also a grind. Every now and then, though, I get one of those traveling fringe benefits that makes it all a little more palatable. This time, his name was D.
First of all, I have to admit that I broke my own rule for D. Many of you are aware that my number one cheating rule is married men only (Read Kat's Top 10 Cheating Rules). Why? It's simple. A married guy has just as much at stake as I do. A single guy doesn't have to worry about the threat of a spouse finding out and having his whole life turned upside down.
Not only is this my number one rule, but it's a non-negotiable rule. Uh.....well......sort of. It was until I met D.
I met him on Ashley Madison and his profile said "Attached" so I assumed that meant married or at least in a committed relationship. Long story short, he's divorced, but I met with him anyway. I can't say why I did. Just a feeling, maybe?
Anyway, we first met several months ago for what I thought was a great play session, and there was something special about this guy. We had a lot in common, but that wasn't it. It was a connection of some kind. Know what I mean? I even told Cara that this one might be the one that stops my prowling for good. It was that intense of a feeling for me.
But then I didn't hear from him and he didn't reply to my texts or emails. Ouch. It blew me away. Could I have been that wrong? I'm pretty intuitive, but it never occurred to me that he'd treat me like a one night stand. None of the signals pointed to that before we had sex. To make a long story short, we reconnected, then he stopped responding. Again....again. Normally, he would have been history after the first lack of response after we met, but I simply couldn't let this one go. Still, I wasn't sure where this was going, if anywhere.
So, when he asked about getting together and I told him where I'd be traveling for work and that I'd only have one night, and that it would take him several hours to drive there, I fully expected him to decline. But he didn't. And when he communicated in the early evening that day and said he hadn't left yet, I fully expected that he'd call it off. But he didn't.
He showed up somewhere between 11:00 pm. and midnight. I opened the door and smiled as I saw him standing there with a travel bag thrown over his shoulder. It had been months since I had seen him, but he was every bit as delicious - more so, actually - as the last time I saw him. He stepped in the room confidently and kissed me. Ah yes, I remembered that kiss perfectly. I'd been imagining it for a long time, and wondering if I'd experience it again. We stepped into the room, still kissing, until we were near the bed. He dropped his bag. I pulled off his shirt. Mmmm.....strong arms, familiar tattoos. He slipped off my robe, leaving me in the black satin baby doll nightie I had on underneath.
It was late. I was tired, but he had my full attention. I can't remember the exact order of things right now, but there are some things from that evening I'll never forget, like the way he moaned as I was sucking his cock when I slipped one of the toys he brought into his ass and turned on the vibration ever so lightly, increasing the intensity as I went along. I love listening to that helpless moaning, almost like begging, as control is lost and pleasure takes over. I love getting to decide if I'll give pleasure or withhold it. Usually, I'm the one who doesn't have the power in bed, but in this situation, it's a rare turning of the tables and I relish it.
He came hard into my mouth, pushing my head down onto him. He didn't have to, I already had his cock in my throat as he came, swallowing his cum, squeezing the head with each swallow, working the vibrator in his ass - not turning it down just yet. I wanted to hear him ask me to stop, to see how long we could keep this going. He finally moaned, "Please, stop, turn it off...." I did, but it took me a moment. I wanted him to feel that extra little shot of intensity as a punctuation mark to the experience. Oops....I turned it on higher first, completely by accident, of course (wink wink), then I gradually turned it down and slowly pulled it out.
I climbed up and snuggled next to him. He kissed me. We played some more. He fingered me to orgasm, took me from behind - all very nice. We talked. We laid together quietly. He rolled on top of me and fucked me missionary style so I could look at him, and I came harder than I had in a long, long time. I remember thinking as I looked at him, "What is it about this man that has me breaking my rules?"
I couldn't answer the question, but I knew I wanted more.
At about 2:00 a.m., he got up and started getting dressed. WTF??!!!!
He insisted that he go so I could get some sleep because I had to work in the morning. He was going to make that multi-hour drive back in the middle of the night. I was stunned. What did that mean????
This time, I decided not to analyze it. I'd had a really nice time, I was very, very tired, and I did have to work in the morning....uh, in a few hours. He gathered up his stuff, and kissed me goodbye.
"You'll hear from me, I promise," he said. I smiled and kissed him again.
"Have a safe drive," I whispered as I gave him one more kiss and ushered him out the door before locking it securely behind him.
I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
We exchanged a few texts the next day confirming that he made it home safely and that I actually did get up in time for work. Then there wasn't much communication at all for a couple of weeks. Normally, that would bother me, but I had learned that's just how D was.
Then the text I was waiting for arrived - "When are you traveling again? Where? Can I join you?"
I guess every rule needs an exception.
First of all, I have to admit that I broke my own rule for D. Many of you are aware that my number one cheating rule is married men only (Read Kat's Top 10 Cheating Rules). Why? It's simple. A married guy has just as much at stake as I do. A single guy doesn't have to worry about the threat of a spouse finding out and having his whole life turned upside down.
Not only is this my number one rule, but it's a non-negotiable rule. Uh.....well......sort of. It was until I met D.
I met him on Ashley Madison and his profile said "Attached" so I assumed that meant married or at least in a committed relationship. Long story short, he's divorced, but I met with him anyway. I can't say why I did. Just a feeling, maybe?
Anyway, we first met several months ago for what I thought was a great play session, and there was something special about this guy. We had a lot in common, but that wasn't it. It was a connection of some kind. Know what I mean? I even told Cara that this one might be the one that stops my prowling for good. It was that intense of a feeling for me.
But then I didn't hear from him and he didn't reply to my texts or emails. Ouch. It blew me away. Could I have been that wrong? I'm pretty intuitive, but it never occurred to me that he'd treat me like a one night stand. None of the signals pointed to that before we had sex. To make a long story short, we reconnected, then he stopped responding. Again....again. Normally, he would have been history after the first lack of response after we met, but I simply couldn't let this one go. Still, I wasn't sure where this was going, if anywhere.
So, when he asked about getting together and I told him where I'd be traveling for work and that I'd only have one night, and that it would take him several hours to drive there, I fully expected him to decline. But he didn't. And when he communicated in the early evening that day and said he hadn't left yet, I fully expected that he'd call it off. But he didn't.
He showed up somewhere between 11:00 pm. and midnight. I opened the door and smiled as I saw him standing there with a travel bag thrown over his shoulder. It had been months since I had seen him, but he was every bit as delicious - more so, actually - as the last time I saw him. He stepped in the room confidently and kissed me. Ah yes, I remembered that kiss perfectly. I'd been imagining it for a long time, and wondering if I'd experience it again. We stepped into the room, still kissing, until we were near the bed. He dropped his bag. I pulled off his shirt. Mmmm.....strong arms, familiar tattoos. He slipped off my robe, leaving me in the black satin baby doll nightie I had on underneath.
It was late. I was tired, but he had my full attention. I can't remember the exact order of things right now, but there are some things from that evening I'll never forget, like the way he moaned as I was sucking his cock when I slipped one of the toys he brought into his ass and turned on the vibration ever so lightly, increasing the intensity as I went along. I love listening to that helpless moaning, almost like begging, as control is lost and pleasure takes over. I love getting to decide if I'll give pleasure or withhold it. Usually, I'm the one who doesn't have the power in bed, but in this situation, it's a rare turning of the tables and I relish it.
He came hard into my mouth, pushing my head down onto him. He didn't have to, I already had his cock in my throat as he came, swallowing his cum, squeezing the head with each swallow, working the vibrator in his ass - not turning it down just yet. I wanted to hear him ask me to stop, to see how long we could keep this going. He finally moaned, "Please, stop, turn it off...." I did, but it took me a moment. I wanted him to feel that extra little shot of intensity as a punctuation mark to the experience. Oops....I turned it on higher first, completely by accident, of course (wink wink), then I gradually turned it down and slowly pulled it out.
I climbed up and snuggled next to him. He kissed me. We played some more. He fingered me to orgasm, took me from behind - all very nice. We talked. We laid together quietly. He rolled on top of me and fucked me missionary style so I could look at him, and I came harder than I had in a long, long time. I remember thinking as I looked at him, "What is it about this man that has me breaking my rules?"
I couldn't answer the question, but I knew I wanted more.
At about 2:00 a.m., he got up and started getting dressed. WTF??!!!!
He insisted that he go so I could get some sleep because I had to work in the morning. He was going to make that multi-hour drive back in the middle of the night. I was stunned. What did that mean????
This time, I decided not to analyze it. I'd had a really nice time, I was very, very tired, and I did have to work in the morning....uh, in a few hours. He gathered up his stuff, and kissed me goodbye.
"You'll hear from me, I promise," he said. I smiled and kissed him again.
"Have a safe drive," I whispered as I gave him one more kiss and ushered him out the door before locking it securely behind him.
I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
We exchanged a few texts the next day confirming that he made it home safely and that I actually did get up in time for work. Then there wasn't much communication at all for a couple of weeks. Normally, that would bother me, but I had learned that's just how D was.
Then the text I was waiting for arrived - "When are you traveling again? Where? Can I join you?"
I guess every rule needs an exception.
Kat's Counseling Update: Session #2 (Serious Stuff)
If any of your were wondering if I went back after my first counseling session, wonder no more. I did. I was more comfortable than I was the first time, now that she knows the secret about my double life. I decided that I wouldn't bring up the blog or AM again unless she asked, and she didn't ask this session. She had more questions about DauntlessD and JJ and "others," but nothing I couldn't easily handle and nothing too probing.
That session, though, was all about my childhood and growing up years - Not my choice, I can assure you that.
I considered skipping this update because I'm really not interested in sharing my life details with the world, and there are many things about my younger years that would make me immediately identifiable to anyone who knows me in the real world, but a promise is a promise.
First, let me say that I cringe at the phrase "younger years." It implies that I'm now in my "older years," and while the same can be said for anyone living, I suppose, I resent the implication. These are great years! In spite of the issues I have at home, they sure do beat my "younger years."
Anyway, back to the session......
I went back though my childhood and young adult years answering her questions as best I could. Parents? Deceased. Was I close to my parents? To my mother, yes. To my father, no. Siblings? Alive and distant. Children? All but one still living (and, no, I won't talk about it). Abuse as a child? Yes. Sexual abuse? Yes.
Let's stop here for a minute. The number of women I know who were sexually abused as girls or teens is very high. It's much more common, I believe, than most people want to admit. So, if you are one of those out there who is still holding on to that secret, do yourself a favor and let it go. Find a counselor and talk about it and let that burden lift a bit, ok? By the way, the same goes for men who were sexually abused. The stigma of talking about it feels much worse for you guys, which makes it even more important that you say something to someone. You are not alone. You really aren't.
I was hoping that maybe she would be ok with not knowing the details, but I knew that was unreasonable. I was prepared when I walked in that day to have to re-live a bit of the non-fun stuff from my younger years, but that didn't make it much better.
(For those of you hoping that this would be an amusing post, I apologize. As much as I thought about it and tried, I simply couldn't find a way to make child molestation funny. It's just not.)
The counselor made an interesting segue from keeping secrets in childhood to keeping secrets now. Ah, now that would have been an interesting revelation if I weren't already aware of the connection.
She wanted to know what secrets I keep from hubby. "Let's make a list," she said. It didn't look like she had enough paper, but I was willing to go with it. I started with the obvious - JJ, "others," the blog, lots of details around my prowling. The list continued until I finally thought we had exhausted all the secrets.
Then she dropped the bomb. "You know, Kat, when you start couples therapy in a few weeks, you're going to have to give up your secrets. We have a 'no secrets' policy here for couples therapy. It will be completely ineffective unless you both are willing to give up your secrets to each other."
Seriously?
Here's the issue I have with her 'no secrets' policy - Who says that having absolutely *no* secrets from your spouse is the recipe for a happy marriage? Ok, I'll concede that the infidelity thing may not fit into this category and I'll also concede that I ahve more secrets from him than I should, but I am pretty certain that all couples in long term marriages have some secrets from each other. They may be small things (how much she really spent on that sofa, how many times last week he stopped for a beer with the guys after work, and the fact that one of the "guys" was really that secretary from accounting), but full disclosure of every single detail was not in the vows.
Ladies, how many of your husbands know your exact weight? Some will, some won't. Does that mean that those who do not disclose that are "secret keepers?" Oh please.
And guys, does your wife know you're reading this blog right now? Does she know how much you enjoy Cara's photos? Right. I didn't think so.
I don't believe that we give up all rights to own lives and our own private thoughts when we marry. And having our own lives and private thoughts doesn't mean the marriage is in trouble. In fact, one of the secrets to a successful long term marriage is giving your partner a little bit of space to be him/herself.
Okay, that's enough of the heavy stuff for now. So, what are your thoughts on secret keeping within a marriage?
That session, though, was all about my childhood and growing up years - Not my choice, I can assure you that.
I considered skipping this update because I'm really not interested in sharing my life details with the world, and there are many things about my younger years that would make me immediately identifiable to anyone who knows me in the real world, but a promise is a promise.
First, let me say that I cringe at the phrase "younger years." It implies that I'm now in my "older years," and while the same can be said for anyone living, I suppose, I resent the implication. These are great years! In spite of the issues I have at home, they sure do beat my "younger years."
Anyway, back to the session......
I went back though my childhood and young adult years answering her questions as best I could. Parents? Deceased. Was I close to my parents? To my mother, yes. To my father, no. Siblings? Alive and distant. Children? All but one still living (and, no, I won't talk about it). Abuse as a child? Yes. Sexual abuse? Yes.
Let's stop here for a minute. The number of women I know who were sexually abused as girls or teens is very high. It's much more common, I believe, than most people want to admit. So, if you are one of those out there who is still holding on to that secret, do yourself a favor and let it go. Find a counselor and talk about it and let that burden lift a bit, ok? By the way, the same goes for men who were sexually abused. The stigma of talking about it feels much worse for you guys, which makes it even more important that you say something to someone. You are not alone. You really aren't.
I was hoping that maybe she would be ok with not knowing the details, but I knew that was unreasonable. I was prepared when I walked in that day to have to re-live a bit of the non-fun stuff from my younger years, but that didn't make it much better.
(For those of you hoping that this would be an amusing post, I apologize. As much as I thought about it and tried, I simply couldn't find a way to make child molestation funny. It's just not.)
The counselor made an interesting segue from keeping secrets in childhood to keeping secrets now. Ah, now that would have been an interesting revelation if I weren't already aware of the connection.
She wanted to know what secrets I keep from hubby. "Let's make a list," she said. It didn't look like she had enough paper, but I was willing to go with it. I started with the obvious - JJ, "others," the blog, lots of details around my prowling. The list continued until I finally thought we had exhausted all the secrets.
Then she dropped the bomb. "You know, Kat, when you start couples therapy in a few weeks, you're going to have to give up your secrets. We have a 'no secrets' policy here for couples therapy. It will be completely ineffective unless you both are willing to give up your secrets to each other."
Seriously?
Here's the issue I have with her 'no secrets' policy - Who says that having absolutely *no* secrets from your spouse is the recipe for a happy marriage? Ok, I'll concede that the infidelity thing may not fit into this category and I'll also concede that I ahve more secrets from him than I should, but I am pretty certain that all couples in long term marriages have some secrets from each other. They may be small things (how much she really spent on that sofa, how many times last week he stopped for a beer with the guys after work, and the fact that one of the "guys" was really that secretary from accounting), but full disclosure of every single detail was not in the vows.
Ladies, how many of your husbands know your exact weight? Some will, some won't. Does that mean that those who do not disclose that are "secret keepers?" Oh please.
And guys, does your wife know you're reading this blog right now? Does she know how much you enjoy Cara's photos? Right. I didn't think so.
I don't believe that we give up all rights to own lives and our own private thoughts when we marry. And having our own lives and private thoughts doesn't mean the marriage is in trouble. In fact, one of the secrets to a successful long term marriage is giving your partner a little bit of space to be him/herself.
Okay, that's enough of the heavy stuff for now. So, what are your thoughts on secret keeping within a marriage?
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Rated R
Hubby and I went to the movies last week. We don't get to go as often as we would like because child care is always an issue, and it makes going to a movie a very expensive proposition. We decided to go crazy, though, and we did it anyway.
We had the theater all to ourselves except for one woman who was sitting in the back corner by the exit door all by herself. I kept looking around as the previews started, but no one joined us. When the movie started and the theater darkened, I reached over and started stroking hubby through his jeans. At first, there was no response. Yeah, I'm used to that. But then....a twitch! Then another. And another.
When he felt pretty hard, I started unbuttoning his jeans for better access. That's when he leaned over and whispered, "What are you doing?"
"You know what I'm doing," I whispered back.
"Oh," he replied before turning to take a look at the woman way in the back corner. I looked, too. She was focused on the screen.
His hard cock practically sprang out as I maneuvered it through his boxers. For a few more minutes I just stroked him while I watched the movie. I could hear his breathing becoming heavier.
"You're distracting me from the movie," he said.
"I know."
"Oh." Hubby has many strengths, but he's not the world's best conversationalist, is he?
But he does have a very nice, big cock.
A few minutes later, I whispered to him "I'm going to suck on it now," and I started to lean forward to slide down to my knees.
"What!?"
"Shhhhhhh," I told him. "You're going to get that lady's attention if you're not quiet."
As I knelt on that icky, sticky floor (eeewwwww...the things I do for my marriage.....), he quickly checked on the lady. I assumed she was still watching the movie because he didn't stop me.
I started like I usually do, licking from the base to the tip, and flicking my tongue on the head before licking again.
Wait.....I have to tell you something. This entire situation is all DauntlessD's fault. He told me a while ago that I should really focus on my marriage and make an effort, rather than just waiting for it get better. OK. I interpreted that to mean that, in certain situations, I should ask myself, "What would I do if I were with JJ (or J, or P, or.....you get the picture) right now?" And then I should do that, or at least attempt to do that, with hubby. Well, if I were in a near-empty theater with JJ, I would absolutely be in a hurry to get his gorgeous cock in my mouth, so.......
Anyway, after a few licks, I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking slowly. Deep and slow. I decided it was going to have to be slow because going too fast would a) make noise and b) create some motion that the lady in the back might notice.
Just as I was getting into my groove and thoroughly enjoying the taste of a little precum, he leaned forward and whispered,' "Stop. We can't do this."
Seriously? WTF?!
I kept going.
He grabbed my arm with one hand and put his other hand under my chin and, literally, lifted me up of his cock.
I slid back into my seat. "What is the matter???" I asked.
"Nothing," he said as he pushed his cock back into his pants and buttoned up his jeans. "I just don't want to get caught."
"You've got to be kidding. You were 30 seconds away from cuming and then it would have been over."
"We can do that at home later, " he said sternly.
"Fine," I pouted, crossing my arms and turning to watch the movie.
The movie was actually pretty good and it made me forget, at elast for a little while, that my husband had just rejected me - again.
When we got home, hubby made a comment about cashing in his rain check when we went to bed.
"What rain check?" I asked. "That wasn't a rain check situation. That was a 'you rejecting me after I already had your cock in my mouth' situation. What makes you think I'm interested in putting your cock in my mouth again tonight?"
OK, I was angry. I can admit that.
The next night after we went to bed, hubby pulled out his iphone and opened the Fandango app.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
He smiled and replied, "I'm looking for a really unpopular and poorly attended movie that we can go to tomorrow night."
We both had a good laugh at that.
Then I whispered in his ear, "Who needs a movie?" and I kissed my way down his chest and finished the blow job that I had started in the theater the day before.
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So, Prowlers, would you go down on your honey (spouse or "other" honey) in a movie theater?
If you have ever, uh....."done it" in a theater, tell us about it!
We had the theater all to ourselves except for one woman who was sitting in the back corner by the exit door all by herself. I kept looking around as the previews started, but no one joined us. When the movie started and the theater darkened, I reached over and started stroking hubby through his jeans. At first, there was no response. Yeah, I'm used to that. But then....a twitch! Then another. And another.
When he felt pretty hard, I started unbuttoning his jeans for better access. That's when he leaned over and whispered, "What are you doing?"
"You know what I'm doing," I whispered back.
"Oh," he replied before turning to take a look at the woman way in the back corner. I looked, too. She was focused on the screen.
His hard cock practically sprang out as I maneuvered it through his boxers. For a few more minutes I just stroked him while I watched the movie. I could hear his breathing becoming heavier.
"You're distracting me from the movie," he said.
"I know."
"Oh." Hubby has many strengths, but he's not the world's best conversationalist, is he?
But he does have a very nice, big cock.
A few minutes later, I whispered to him "I'm going to suck on it now," and I started to lean forward to slide down to my knees.
"What!?"
"Shhhhhhh," I told him. "You're going to get that lady's attention if you're not quiet."
As I knelt on that icky, sticky floor (eeewwwww...the things I do for my marriage.....), he quickly checked on the lady. I assumed she was still watching the movie because he didn't stop me.
I started like I usually do, licking from the base to the tip, and flicking my tongue on the head before licking again.
Wait.....I have to tell you something. This entire situation is all DauntlessD's fault. He told me a while ago that I should really focus on my marriage and make an effort, rather than just waiting for it get better. OK. I interpreted that to mean that, in certain situations, I should ask myself, "What would I do if I were with JJ (or J, or P, or.....you get the picture) right now?" And then I should do that, or at least attempt to do that, with hubby. Well, if I were in a near-empty theater with JJ, I would absolutely be in a hurry to get his gorgeous cock in my mouth, so.......
Anyway, after a few licks, I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking slowly. Deep and slow. I decided it was going to have to be slow because going too fast would a) make noise and b) create some motion that the lady in the back might notice.
Just as I was getting into my groove and thoroughly enjoying the taste of a little precum, he leaned forward and whispered,' "Stop. We can't do this."
Seriously? WTF?!
I kept going.
He grabbed my arm with one hand and put his other hand under my chin and, literally, lifted me up of his cock.
I slid back into my seat. "What is the matter???" I asked.
"Nothing," he said as he pushed his cock back into his pants and buttoned up his jeans. "I just don't want to get caught."
"You've got to be kidding. You were 30 seconds away from cuming and then it would have been over."
"We can do that at home later, " he said sternly.
"Fine," I pouted, crossing my arms and turning to watch the movie.
The movie was actually pretty good and it made me forget, at elast for a little while, that my husband had just rejected me - again.
When we got home, hubby made a comment about cashing in his rain check when we went to bed.
"What rain check?" I asked. "That wasn't a rain check situation. That was a 'you rejecting me after I already had your cock in my mouth' situation. What makes you think I'm interested in putting your cock in my mouth again tonight?"
OK, I was angry. I can admit that.
The next night after we went to bed, hubby pulled out his iphone and opened the Fandango app.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
He smiled and replied, "I'm looking for a really unpopular and poorly attended movie that we can go to tomorrow night."
We both had a good laugh at that.
Then I whispered in his ear, "Who needs a movie?" and I kissed my way down his chest and finished the blow job that I had started in the theater the day before.
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So, Prowlers, would you go down on your honey (spouse or "other" honey) in a movie theater?
If you have ever, uh....."done it" in a theater, tell us about it!
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Saturday Serial - Surprises
This is the continuation of introducing two characters. The first part can be found here Morning Heartache. Saturday Serial continues.
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Sighing heavily, fully expecting "some weird guy in California" to be ignored, Danny replies to her tweet. Shocked he receives a response and a conversation ensues. It's late, he had had a few drinks. Twitter is misbehaving. He decides to send the young woman a direct message asking her to text him via phone and goes to bed.
Danny gets up the next morning and is struck with what he'd done the night before. Oh god, what is she thinking? The weird guy gave her his phone number! She's sure to be creeped out!
The young lady surprises again! He receives a text. At first conversation is strained. She seems intent on what Danny deems irrelevant to the current state of their relationship. I want to get to know the girl not the kink, it'll just be a distraction. How do I get this across to her? he wonders.
She persists and Danny allows a little frustration to show even though he fears she may scamper away. She bravely remains and Danny smiles as real conversation begins. The evening ends.
"Thank you Becka for letting your guard down a bit. I'm going to bed, I look forward to getting to know you more. Good night.", said Danny.
"Goodnight. Sir. Sleep tight and have sweet dreams", she replies.
Danny smiles broadly. On her own without any established formality she chose to respectfully call him Sir and he finds it endearing.
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Sighing heavily, fully expecting "some weird guy in California" to be ignored, Danny replies to her tweet. Shocked he receives a response and a conversation ensues. It's late, he had had a few drinks. Twitter is misbehaving. He decides to send the young woman a direct message asking her to text him via phone and goes to bed.
Danny gets up the next morning and is struck with what he'd done the night before. Oh god, what is she thinking? The weird guy gave her his phone number! She's sure to be creeped out!
The young lady surprises again! He receives a text. At first conversation is strained. She seems intent on what Danny deems irrelevant to the current state of their relationship. I want to get to know the girl not the kink, it'll just be a distraction. How do I get this across to her? he wonders.
She persists and Danny allows a little frustration to show even though he fears she may scamper away. She bravely remains and Danny smiles as real conversation begins. The evening ends.
"Thank you Becka for letting your guard down a bit. I'm going to bed, I look forward to getting to know you more. Good night.", said Danny.
"Goodnight. Sir. Sleep tight and have sweet dreams", she replies.
Danny smiles broadly. On her own without any established formality she chose to respectfully call him Sir and he finds it endearing.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Commanding Foreplay - Fantasy
The waiter leads you to a quiet table. "Here you are miss. Can I get you something to drink?", he asks.
"Just water for right now. Thank-you." You seat yourself and push the draping tablecloth off your lap.
"Shall I bring water for the gentleman you're expecting?"
"Yes please." The waiter strides away. You smile as you remember the recent telephone conversation.
"Hey gorgeous, you up for a little fun?"
"Fun? What kind of fun?"
"A quiet dinner and oh... just something I've been bouncing around in my head. It's pretty simple really, but I don't want to give it away. All you have to do is show up and do as I ask."
"That's it?"
"Yup, that's it."
You shake your head and wonder what he's up to this time. As you cross your legs and adjust your skirt you see the toe of a shoe arrive near the table. Gazing upward you find his warm easy smile looking down at you.
"Every time I see you", he says, "I'm reminded why I call you gorgeous, it's... simply what you are." You feel your cheeks redden as he places a warm hand on your bare knee and leans down for a quick hello kiss. A delightful shiver runs through you. He takes the seat across from you.
Studying his face you find yourself amused by his expression, he appears thoughtful and quite pleased with himself. Giving him a sideways look you ask, "Okay, what's on your mind?"
His smile broadens. "Well, I'm just wondering if this is going to work."
"That what is going to work?"
His face becomes serious. With the crack of command, his voice is stern, eyes flat he says, "Your panties. Give them to me. Now."
You jump with an adrenalin jolt of fear. Off balance your jaw falls open. He's not serious. He can't be serious. In stunned silence you work to sort through the spaghetti of thoughts and sensations that race through you. The shock fades, but your mind is still struggling to process. Why? You're surprised at the answer. Arousal. You're flushed and your pussy is hot.
Still looking at his face you see his eyebrows rise. Oh god, I told him I would do as he asked and it is becoming clear he is quite serious. Now, he said. Now. Heart pounding you scan area around you. You kick off your shoes, then face reddening, unable to meet his gaze, hike up your skirt and shimmy out of your panties as quickly as possible. His open hand slides across the table. In a tight ball you push the panties into his hand.
"Thank-you gorgeous", he says drawing your gaze back to him. His warm easy smile has returned and suddenly you find your face tight with your own wide grin. A sense of accomplishment and exhilaration washes through you. You watch as he tucks your panties into his breast pocket. They look like a handkerchief... sort of... Your fingers jump to your lips to suppress a giggle.
The waiter returns. Your face flushes anew and your eyes flash back to the panties.
"Can I get you some drinks?", asks the waiter.
A fog is settling over your mind. The sultry heat of your ever wettening cunt. The cool texture of the seat on your bare bottom. As if from a distance you hear, "Can we go for a quick walk out back before we order?"
"The restaurant is not too busy this evening so that shouldn't be a problem", the waiter replies.
"Well?"
Through glazed eyes you look up. He's standing next to you hand extended. You take his hand and allow him to help you up. A new sensation is pushed upon you. Cool air graces over your pussy in a rush. You close your eyes and lean on his hand for support; even the ruffle of your pubic hair was felt.
Holding your hand he leads you out to the back patio of the restaurant and arrive at a railing overlooking the river.
Closing your eyes you enjoy the light breeze on you face, the evening air is warm and the lights are beginning to twinkle in the fading light. His arms are on either side of you gripping the railing, you can feel him close behind you. His arms encircle you and your struck with how comfortable you feel. Safe.
His hands begin to explore your body. Your heart begins to beat faster. Quietly, the noise of restaurant activity is behind; the tinkling of glasses and silverware, voices that can be heard but not understood. His hand begins to slide down your belly, over your skirt, and up your thigh. Anxiety blooms when you realize where it's going.
You hear your own voice in an urgent, meek whisper. "No. No, someone could see." You try to push back from the railing only to feel his strength and arousal against you.
"Oh no you don't. I've missed you and I'll have my way." His voice is husky and hot at your ear.
You find your body responding and the little resolve you had quickly melts beneath its heat. You stifle a moan before it escapes your throat. It's lights on, you notice a boat gliding down the river and see several faces looking your direction.
Trembling, your knees gently shake. The tension builds and grows tighter like a coiled spring. You feel yourself stiffen and hear your own short ragged pants. Then your sagging into his strong arms. You feel his kiss on your neck.
"Mmmm... Yes it seems you are up for some fun", he rumbles.
It's going to be an interesting night.
"Just water for right now. Thank-you." You seat yourself and push the draping tablecloth off your lap.
"Shall I bring water for the gentleman you're expecting?"
"Yes please." The waiter strides away. You smile as you remember the recent telephone conversation.
"Hey gorgeous, you up for a little fun?"
"Fun? What kind of fun?"
"A quiet dinner and oh... just something I've been bouncing around in my head. It's pretty simple really, but I don't want to give it away. All you have to do is show up and do as I ask."
"That's it?"
"Yup, that's it."
You shake your head and wonder what he's up to this time. As you cross your legs and adjust your skirt you see the toe of a shoe arrive near the table. Gazing upward you find his warm easy smile looking down at you.
"Every time I see you", he says, "I'm reminded why I call you gorgeous, it's... simply what you are." You feel your cheeks redden as he places a warm hand on your bare knee and leans down for a quick hello kiss. A delightful shiver runs through you. He takes the seat across from you.
Studying his face you find yourself amused by his expression, he appears thoughtful and quite pleased with himself. Giving him a sideways look you ask, "Okay, what's on your mind?"
His smile broadens. "Well, I'm just wondering if this is going to work."
"That what is going to work?"
His face becomes serious. With the crack of command, his voice is stern, eyes flat he says, "Your panties. Give them to me. Now."
You jump with an adrenalin jolt of fear. Off balance your jaw falls open. He's not serious. He can't be serious. In stunned silence you work to sort through the spaghetti of thoughts and sensations that race through you. The shock fades, but your mind is still struggling to process. Why? You're surprised at the answer. Arousal. You're flushed and your pussy is hot.
Still looking at his face you see his eyebrows rise. Oh god, I told him I would do as he asked and it is becoming clear he is quite serious. Now, he said. Now. Heart pounding you scan area around you. You kick off your shoes, then face reddening, unable to meet his gaze, hike up your skirt and shimmy out of your panties as quickly as possible. His open hand slides across the table. In a tight ball you push the panties into his hand.
"Thank-you gorgeous", he says drawing your gaze back to him. His warm easy smile has returned and suddenly you find your face tight with your own wide grin. A sense of accomplishment and exhilaration washes through you. You watch as he tucks your panties into his breast pocket. They look like a handkerchief... sort of... Your fingers jump to your lips to suppress a giggle.
The waiter returns. Your face flushes anew and your eyes flash back to the panties.
"Can I get you some drinks?", asks the waiter.
A fog is settling over your mind. The sultry heat of your ever wettening cunt. The cool texture of the seat on your bare bottom. As if from a distance you hear, "Can we go for a quick walk out back before we order?"
"The restaurant is not too busy this evening so that shouldn't be a problem", the waiter replies.
"Well?"
Through glazed eyes you look up. He's standing next to you hand extended. You take his hand and allow him to help you up. A new sensation is pushed upon you. Cool air graces over your pussy in a rush. You close your eyes and lean on his hand for support; even the ruffle of your pubic hair was felt.
Holding your hand he leads you out to the back patio of the restaurant and arrive at a railing overlooking the river.
Closing your eyes you enjoy the light breeze on you face, the evening air is warm and the lights are beginning to twinkle in the fading light. His arms are on either side of you gripping the railing, you can feel him close behind you. His arms encircle you and your struck with how comfortable you feel. Safe.
His hands begin to explore your body. Your heart begins to beat faster. Quietly, the noise of restaurant activity is behind; the tinkling of glasses and silverware, voices that can be heard but not understood. His hand begins to slide down your belly, over your skirt, and up your thigh. Anxiety blooms when you realize where it's going.
You hear your own voice in an urgent, meek whisper. "No. No, someone could see." You try to push back from the railing only to feel his strength and arousal against you.
"Oh no you don't. I've missed you and I'll have my way." His voice is husky and hot at your ear.
You find your body responding and the little resolve you had quickly melts beneath its heat. You stifle a moan before it escapes your throat. It's lights on, you notice a boat gliding down the river and see several faces looking your direction.
Trembling, your knees gently shake. The tension builds and grows tighter like a coiled spring. You feel yourself stiffen and hear your own short ragged pants. Then your sagging into his strong arms. You feel his kiss on your neck.
"Mmmm... Yes it seems you are up for some fun", he rumbles.
It's going to be an interesting night.
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