Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Random Thoughts and Updates from Kat

Have ya missed me?  The Thanksgiving holiday kept me busy and offline for the most part, but you know I've been thinking of you all week, don't you, Prowlers? I have several things to share with you (a lot happens in a week in my crazy life) so instead of parsing the thoughts out in posts over the next week or so, I'll just share it all with you at once right here.  That will free us up for some nice hot naughtiness over the coming days.
  • You may have noticed that I took down the When the Wife Calls... post. I'm sorry about that.  As you know, I rarely pull a post down for any reason. I pulled it down because the wife in question found the blog, read that post, and wasn't very happy about it. Yeah, I know. Ouch, huh? I took it down because I believe it's important to be sensitive to the feelings of others; however, I still maintain that she would be better off if she got beyond her anger and actually paid attention to the real issues.  Oh well, I can't make people do what they need to do to save their own marriages.  They have to do it themselves. (By the way, wife in question, please just let this go now, will you? It's done. Over. Move on.)
  • Speaking of saving a marriage.....hubby and I bought some new toys recently. I'll write a post about how we used them soon, but I wanted to tell you now that we also bought some new lube.  We tried Climax Burst Tingling Lubricant and Climax Kiss Blue Raspberry Rush. We found these on, but I am not receiving any compensation (free product or cash) to promote these.  I'm just sharing what I bought and what I liked. The tingling lubricant was cool on contact, which I didn't mind. It was different.  I didn't experience the"tingling" it talked about, but I still enjoyed it. But when some dripped on hubby's balls during "the act," he was a bit distracted.  Apparently, men don't like the sudden addition of cold fluid on their balls during sex.  Who knew? The Blue Raspberry Rush was delightful for both of us, though.  I put some on him and stroked him for a while while I talked dirty to him (he's still not used to that) and then I gave him head. Yum!!!! I like sucking cock anyway, but the addition of a sweet treat is nice now and then.
  • We spent the Thanksgiving holiday at a relative's house. In a room with two single beds. Beds that squeaked with any movement.. So, you can imagine how much sex I got on that trip. It gave me the opportunity to tease hubby relentlessly and then deny him satisfaction...for days. The first night back in our own bed at home was a night of fireworks and wild, hard bucking, screaming sex. It's not always bad to miss several days, is it?
  • My AM activities have stopped completely. To all of you guys I haven't met yet, I'm really sorry.  I just have to circle the wagons for a while and focus on Hubby (and JJ, of course). But I'm still here.
  • If you haven't read Daunt's Deer Antler Velvet post, read it now.  It's great.
  • As long as you're reading, take a look at Best Sex of My Life, J's Version of His First Time with Kat, and Delicious Irony - A Naughty Fisting Story. Yes, I've been reminiscing and fantasizing about J lately.... and JJ, too (try Raunchy Hotel Sex).

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Monday, November 21, 2011

Deer Antler Velvet

Daunt... W...T...F? What on earth are you talking about?? Deer Antler Velvet??

Yes, you heard me, Deer Antler Velvet. This was the first ingredient I saw on the little black pill bottle my brother handed me. You’re curious now aren’t you? Yeah, I thought so. But but let me back up a few days.

For those up to speed you may recall from the DauntlessD Exposed post that my marriage was ending and that I was going to move my wife to the East coast. To make this happen I needed help and recruited my brother; we’ll call him BruceD

I had rented a large truck and was going to drive it from Sacramento to the Boston area and wanted to do it in a short amount of time. Bruce took off the time from work to give me a hand and, due to his own circumstance, needed a place to stay. Upon our return he’d be moving into one of the spare rooms I had available.

I’m driving the truck and we’re on highway 80 not far from Chicago. The steady drone of the engine has been in our ears for nearly two-and-a-half days. I look over at Bruce and he is intently fiddling with his phone, it looks like he’s entering something. I raise my gaze back to the road; It’s not uncommon for him to be playing with his phone.

Bruce asks, “Hey bro, what’s your address?”

“Um, why?”

“I’m ordering something and I need to have it shipped there.”

I give Bruce my address and he punches away at the touch screen on his phone.

I’m curious. “So what’d you order Bruce?”

Bruce looks over at me with a mischievous, sly glint in his eye and a Cheshire grin spreading across his face. “You’ll see soon enough.”

We complete the move and a day after we’ve been back in Sacramento the mail arrives. A small package addressed to BruceD is there with three lumps in it.

“Hey Bruce, you got something here.”

“Cool! They’re here already!” With a chuckle he begins tearing into the package. Reaching into it he hands me a small black bottle with red lettering.

I read the bottle and my eyebrows begin to climb higher and higher on my forehead. I clear my throat. “Dude are you serious? Hot Rod, male enhancement pills?” Turning the bottle around I look for the ingredients. “Deer Antler Velvet?” The skepticism oozes from my voice and I hand the bottle back.

Bruce grins widely. “Boner pills bro! They’ll make you feel 20 again!” He laughs and heads to his room.

As I watch him go I roll my eyes and shake my head. BruceD is nearly 8 years younger than I am, and I am 41. As of yet I have not had any ED type symptoms, so I’m pretty sure he hasn’t either.

Bruce strolls out of his room still smiling. “I’m telling you dude, it’s not like Viagra, or something that gives you a quick hard-on. It just helps your own body do what it does naturally. You gotta try it!”

He drops a single gold capsule about the size of a typical allergy pill in my palm. It feels weightless. His eyes glint clearly amused with my skepticism. With a sigh I close my hand over the pill and carry it back to my bedroom dropping it into my shaving bag on the nightstand.

The phone rings, it’s Madison.

“Daunt, you’re going to kill me!”

I can hear the disappointment in her voice. “What’s up?”

“Well... I made a mistake in my schedule and I can’t see you next week. I’m sooo sorry!”

My heart sinks. I was only expecting to have to wait a week to see Madison again and now we were talking two. “I understand... stuff happens.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I feel terrible. I don’t want to wait two weeks either.”

“Hey, what if I come to you? Maybe we can spend a little time together that way?”

She replies, “Oh! That could work! Tomorrow I only work a half day, we could have lunch and spend the afternoon together!”

“Great! That’ll be perfect I’m free tomorrow.” I begin to laugh, “Hey get this, Bruce ordered some kind of male enhancement pills. I looked at the ingredients and the first thing I saw was deer antler velvet; can you believe that?”

“Deer what?!”, she laughs. “What kind of result does he really expect from that!?”

I call out to Bruce, “Hey bro, Madison thinks your nuts too! She’s asking what kind of result you really expect from that junk.”

“Oh, I know the result! The result is sore women.” Bruce yells back amused.

With a laugh Madison and I say our good-byes and hang-up.

I wake the next morning with Madison on my mind. She can’t meet me until noon so the minutes tick off the hours way too slowly. Finally I’m preparing to leave and I text her.

Daunt: Hey I’m about to head out the door.

Madison: Good I can’t wait to see you.

I walk back to my bedroom to grab my wallet and keys. I reach the nightstand and look down. As if by some magnetic pull my eyes are immediately drawn to the gold capsule lying innocently in my shaving bag. Hot Rod. Suddenly I’m overwhelmed with curiosity. BruceD’s amused face flashes in my mind. Boner pills bro! It’ll make you feel 20 again! I decide to text Madison again.

Daunt: Bruce gave me one of his pills, what do you think?

Madison: Hahaha, you want to try one? Seriously?

Hmmm, maybe Madison isn’t as curious as I am... I read her last text again. A tug-o-war within me begins: scoff and leave the pill behind, or take the mystery pill and not tell Madison. Then another text message comes in.

Madison: Well... I don’t know... maybe it would be fun! Hehe, but you do what you want.

Ah-ha! She is as curious as I am!

Daunt: I’m taking it, then I’m out the door. See you soon :)

Bruce told me the Hot Rod folks claim it will take effect in as little as 20 minutes, but his own personal experience was more like 45. It will take me roughly that long to get to the hotel room I’ve arranged. I grab the gold pill from my shaving bag and pop it in my mouth with a drink of water. The crazy pill floats! Again I question whether there really is anything in the caplet at all. Shaking my head I walk to the car. The drive takes longer than I expect. About 10 minutes from the hotel I find my cheeks itching slightly; I wonder if this is Hot Rod or just my imagination.

I arrive and check-in. Madison arrives shortly thereafter toting Chinese food. We are both a little nervous. We had been with each other sexually a couple of times prior, but this is the first time we had scheduled sex. The other times we were together there was some other main event -- like wine tasting and a stay at a B&B -- the sex was an indulgence that just naturally occurred; like dessert after dinner. This time sex was the dinner.

We finish our lunch with chit-chat and catching up. Our anxiety falls away and we embrace near the bed trading deep kisses. I sit on the bed and pull her to me. Pealing off her shirt and bra. My mouth hungrily finds one nipple then the other. My hands caress all the bare skin they can find. Soon all of our clothing is in a heap on the floor and we are laying on the bed exploring one another.

Deep slow kisses. Caresses. Nipples pinched and suckled. My hand glides over Madison enjoying the feel of her bare skin. Up her thigh it slides, as I kiss her my fingers slip into her wet folds. We both draw in a breath as I feel how aroused she is.

The tip of my finger is inside her as I say “I want to taste you”, half growl, half whisper. She arches her back and moans. I stand up next to the bed and grab her thighs pulling her to me easily across the mattress. Then I kneel between her legs pushing her knees up. “Oh!” she gasps as my warm tongue makes contact with her pussy. “Mmmmmm...” as it slides over one lip and then the other. My fingers gently part her leaving her swollen clit before me. I make gentle then more forceful lavish circles over her sex, listening to her response. Sooner than expected she’s climaxing and I’m slipping fingers inside her to rub her g-spot; sucking on her clit riding her through her orgasm.

I climb back onto the bed. More deep kisses. More touching. Tenderness. Her blue eyes look back at me expectantly. Softly I ask, “Are we okay?” Madison nods her head yes and kisses me. I climb on top of her and enter her slowly. Soon we are rhythmically rocking, bodies tight, looking into one another eyes. I watch as she begins to bite her lip. She closes her eyes then her fingernails are raking my arms. She shudders beneath me. “Ohhhh Dauunnnt...” With my cock I can feel her cumming and it spurs my own arousal. A primal switch is flipped within me and I buck against her. “Ooooh yesss!” I hear myself groan as I pulse insider her again and again. In a heap we fall against one another. Hot. Sweaty. Breathless.

Though our bodies are heated we continue to hold and caress one another. We chat. We kiss. Fingers trail over one another as we bask in the closeness and pleasure that was shared. Then the surprise happens...

What was it, 10 minutes? Certainly no more than 20 and my cock is at full attention; standing strait and tall. Now this isn’t totally unheard of for me, but I will say that it had been quite some time; I’m in my early 40s after all. The shocker is that I am rock hard, as hard if not harder, than I was the first time.

Madison’s hand slides down my belly discovering my very stiff cock. “Wow... already? Maybe there is something to this Hot Rod stuff...” she exclaims.

“Yeah, no kidding! I think you might be right! I really didn’t feel any different. It’s not like I got an erection when I wasn’t supposed to or something.” I reply.

“I didn’t say anything earlier, but you actually felt different inside me. You felt... harder.” she says.

All I can do is smile as I climb out of bed and stand up. I pull her close to me and ease myself inside her. I’m standing and she’s on her back on the bed, a new position for us. Holding her knees I’m relishing the pleasure I feel. I look down at Madison and find she is looking at me, blue eyes piercing, with an intensity I had not seen before. Her arms are wide apart as possible, hands clenching the sheets, knuckles white.

“Right there! Oh... Right there! Daunt... Don’t stop! Don’t Stop!” she gasps. With a bit more verve I continue pumping at the angle I was enjoying. Madison throws her head back, eyes closed and begins to shudder. I smile as her thighs begin to shake and watch as her toes pull down into a tight curl. “Daunt! Daunt? DAUNT? OOOHHHH MY GOD DAUUUNNNNTTT!!” she cries. We collapse into a pile of limbs giddy with pleasure and exertion.

I hadn’t cum again, we catch our breath and find I still have a piece of iron between my legs. I climb on top and settle in between her legs. I slide into her easily and grind, hard slow and deep. She cums again. Then to my surprise I find that familiar sensation welling up within me slow and strong like an ocean wave. As Madison begins to cum yet again, I urge myself on with increased vigor. “Oh GOD!” I moan cumming again, the wave crashes into the rocks and sprays forth. Madison gasps. Then before I can help it... I giggle!

Madison chuckles. “What’s so funny?”

The grin is wide across my face. “I’m sorry I was just surprised. I didn’t think I could cum again that quickly! That pill was no joke!”

Madison’s smile beams back at me. “Ummmm... tell Bruce... Ummm... I said thank-you!”, she laughs.

“Yes! Who knew deer antler velvet could be so good?” I reply with a satisfied chuckle.

Just so you all know, I tried to contact the business that sold BruceD their product. I had hoped to be able to provide a link for our PWK readers, maybe even a little discount. However they never replied to my email. There are several "Hot Rod" male enhancement products out there, if you would like to try the one I did send me an email and I'll give you their web address.

Note: After recently posting a comment and mentioning high blood-pressure and heart conditions etc, we felt we it important to stress that none of the PWK authors are doctors, myself included. Make sure to consult your doctor before trying Hot Rod or similar products.


Saturday, November 19, 2011

Saturday Serial - A Tenuous Step Forward

For those that are new, Saturday Serial is my little experiment. I'm drawing on events from my own life and weaving them into an ongoing story.

At this point we have three characters introduced, Danny (me), Rachel (my wife) and Becka. For those that want to refresh their memory, the last chapter was A New World. Those that are new may want to start at the beginning with Morning Heartache.



Pulling into a parking space the old Datsun pickup sputters to a stop. Danny looks out the window toward the building and his eyes are drawn to the sign. Anne's Saloon - Live Music. People are milling about and exiting their vehicles. Their boisterous laughter sounds muffled and distant from inside the cab. Reaching out Danny grabs the handle to open the door and stops confronted with a wash of anxiety.

Bowing his head for a moment he then raises his eyes and looks out the window again. An inner struggle takes place between knowing what is right and the lure of adventure. From feeling dead and inert to having something feel good. I have a wife... I have children... This isn't right, he tells himself, but it does little to quell what brought him here. Why am I here? What am I looking for? he wonders. The anxiety remains.

Danny, having married before being of drinking age, had rarely been in a bar; he really didn't know what to expect. While in high school his family had undergone severe turmoil. An alcoholic father, a small town and the law made sure he was quiet and kept to himself. Shy and awkward, Danny knew he would be out of his element; yet still the unknown beckoned.

Click, pop, the old truck's door swings open with a complaining creak. Danny steps out and draws a breath of the evening air. He wishes he had someone with him, someone he could confide in. No one expects him to be here, now. To his family, his friends, his life with Rachel appears happy; at least for the most part. Am I a fool? Rachel is a beautiful woman, is there something wrong with me? He begins the lonely walk toward the saloon his steps matching the pounding of his heart.

His mind drifts to the new friends he has made, to the people he had met. "Met" is a rather loose term, he had only chatted with these people online. He had never actually met them face to face. In fact everyone uses a handle -- none of the people he had "met" actually knew his real name.

His "friends" know him as Paos Yrovi. Danny enjoys his handle, the silliness of it. Most upon seeing it will ask if he is a foreigner, a Russian maybe. But in truth it's just Ivory Soap spelled backward. He shakes his head with a wry grin. What kind of people am I really about to meet? Reaching out he pulls the saloon door open and steps inside. A man stands near a podium

"Sir, can I see some ID please?"

When the Wife Calls. . .

It's always a bit unsettling when the wife calls. It has happened to me several times over the past 25 years or so, and it's never fun. I always seem to be struck silent.  Apparently, I have inherited my mother's uncanny ability of not knowing what to say in a stressful moment. Oh, I think of the perfect thing to say later, but the moment is over by then and it does no good.

Anyway, the first time it happened to me, I was 22 years old.  I was having a torrid affair with a married 40 year old - tall, gorgeous, Latino ex-gang member.  He may have been an ex-gang member, but he still dressed the part and talked the talk, even though he had 6 children and was already a grandfather. This man had "Bad Boy" oozing from every pore, and I couldn't resist.

After we had been "dating" for several months (I was too young to know that fucking isn't dating at that point in my life), his wife called me at work. I was in shock when someone handed me the phone and I heard a voice asking if I was Kat and then telling me who she was. I was speechless.  I wondered how she knew where I worked. She called me some names ("slutty whore," etc.) and expressed her unhappiness about what I was doing with her husband.  She told me to stop, pointing out that he had children (although I was very confused at that time about how that affected our sex life).  Most of the detail of what she said has faded into the dusty archives of my brain.

But the last thing she said before she hung up on me stuck with me.  I can still hear her voice in my head today saying, "You're not the first and you won't be the last.  You mean nothing to him." It didn't hurt me, but I didn't understand why a wife would say that to a mistress. Now that I have been on the wife side of the infidelity equation, I know exactly what she meant and why she said it.

More recently, I had another wife calling experience. I was resting after work for a few minutes before my husband and I were leaving to go out for the evening. My cell rang and it showed that a blocked number was calling.  Normally, I never answer blocked calls.  I let them go through to voicemail. But this time I thought it was someone else calling, so I answered.

Kat: Hello.

The Wife: Is this Kat?

Kat: Yes. who's this?


The Wife:  This is Sue, I'm E's wife.

(longer pause)

Kat: Hello.

(Yeah, yeah, I know. MY brilliant conversational skills were not shining at that moment, but I was in shock so you'll have to cut me a little slack. I knew that she knew about me and my affair with her husband, but I really didn't expect her to call me.)

The Wife: I'm calling to invite you to......(pause)

(An invitation? Really? To what?  A dinner date? A three-way with her and her husband?)

The Wife: ...stop having any and all contact with my husband.  No texts. No emails. No phone calls.

(Whew.....I was afraid she was going to say "no getting together to fuck," too.  That would have really sucked.)

Kat: You really should speak with E. Your issues are with him.

The Wife: Don't tell me who to talk to! You need to stop contacting him so I can make my marriage work.  And you need to focus on your own marriage.

(I will admit, there were many things flowing through my mind at that moment. Things like, "Your troubled marriage is not my responsibility, ma'am. Your husband found me after a couple of decades of being ignored, henpecked and denied sex. Instead of focusing on me as the problem, how about giving your husband head instead?  That would be a much better use of your time and it would also be more likely to help your marriage." No, I didn't say any of those things, of course.  I'm not a cruel person.  I could tell she was hurting, and I knew I had a role in that. I'm not proud of that at all. I felt more compassion for her than anything else.  Still, I wasn't sure what to say.)

Kat: I understand what you are saying.

The Wife: So, you'll promise that you won't have any more contact with E?

(Seriously? Did she really think that my promise would mean anything when her husband's promises to her didn't keep him from fooling around?)

Kat: No. You really need that promise to come from him. Look, he loves you very much.  He doesn't want to leave you. He plans on never leaving you.

The Wife: How can I believe that unless I can be sure that he's not involved with you anymore?

(That was a very good question.  I don't think any of us can ever be 100% sure of that. But surely she must know that unless something major changes in their relationship, it won't just be me.  There will be others.  I was reminded about that first wife call I got when I was young. "You're not the first, and you won't be the last." )

The Wife: You'd better understand what I'm saying.

(long pause)

Kat: Is there anything else you'd like to say?

(Let's face it.  I was screwing her husband. She pretty much had the right to say anything she wanted to say.)

The Wife: Yes.  I have a lot more to say.....

(Oh, geez.... this could go on for hours.)

The Wife:  .....but I'm not going to say it now.  I'm going to keep it simple.

(Thank God!  But wait...does that mean she's going to call back another time to say the rest? Uuugghh.)

Kat: O.K.  Goodnight, then.

The Wife: Goodnight.

(I knew she'd kick herself later for saying goodnight and not just punctuating her anger by hanging up on me. I was a little amused that my primary focus after the call wasn't nervousness or fear, but I wanted to coach her on how to better a handle a "telling off the mistress" call. She clearly wasn't used to this.)

Let me make something clear.  I felt genuine compassion for her.  I still do, but I did not pity her at all. She had some responsibility in the creation of this situation that was causing her so much pain. Of course, her husband's infidelity was not her fault, but she was not an innocent.  Every time she told him "no" in the bedroom over the years without discussing the issue and trying to find a solution, she was pushing him closer and closer to another woman. Every time she used words like "perverted" and "disgusting" in response to his perfectly normal requests to try something new sexually, she was preparing the ground for the sprouting of his extramarital activity.

In short, she built that car from the ground up over a lot of years, and then she was indignant and shocked that he actually got in it and drove away. 

Immediately after the phone call, I sent E an email telling him exactly what was said and how I responded so he would be aware.

I got a return email from him expressing his concern for me and asking if I intended to stop seeing him because of the call. He acknowledged that he was about to go home and he had no idea what was waiting for him, and that he didn't know what was going to happen.

The next morning, I got a text from him confirming our plan to meet the next day. Apparently, whatever happened at home didn't change his feelings and his need for what we shared.

You may want to criticize how I handled that call with Sue, but keep in mind that there is just about nothing I could have said that would have made her feel better. Maybe I could have apologized profusely and begged her forgiveness, but would patronizing her like that be the right thing to do?  The truth is that there is no perfect way to handle a call like that.

You have to deal with the situation in front of you. If it had been Webcam Guy's or JJ's wife, I would have denied the whole thing, doing everything I could to help them keep the marriage intact.  Since Sue already knew about the affair, that would have been cruel and stupid.

The best advice I have is to be gentle and kind.  Don't get into an argument. Remember that you're dealing with someone who is angry and afraid. Treat her the way you would like to be treated if you were the one making that difficult call.

As I was writing this, I realized that I haven't posted anything about E. I'll do that soon.  You're in for a treat.  E is absolutely delectable!

Friday, November 18, 2011

Compliant Surrender

It had been a lazy day of companionship, peppered with the comfortable small talk, laughter and touches that lovers share. Settling on the couch the couple prepares for yet another leisurely encounter: watching a movie together.

Picking up the remote he presses Play. Music and the opening credits begin to roll filling the room with sound. Enjoying his closeness and warmth she raises her eyes to his and leans in for a kiss. He accepts the kiss, then takes another, and another; mouths part hungrily. He kisses her neck and smiles as he hears her almost inaudible purr. The flashing screen and noise are forgotten.

Sliding his hand down over her shirt it slips under the waistband of her pants. Her legs lazily fall open accepting his touch. Wet and aroused his finger glides into her easily followed by a another. She arches her back with a quiet moan.

“Does my pussy want to cum?”, he asks beginning a slow circle of her clit with his thumb.

A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. She likes it when he claims her. “Mmmm, yesss”, she answers.

His hand goes still and slowly begins to withdraw. “Yes? Yes, what?”

Her eyes pierce his. Her face is flushed sensual hunger. “Mmmm, YES, your pussy wants to cum.” She tilts her hips and pushes herself down onto his hand.

Satisfied with her answer he curls his fingers finding her g-spot and slowly escalates the massage of her clit.

“Oooohhh... ohhh god... mmmmm”, she moans huskily.

He watches as her head falls back, eyes sleepily falling closed. He knows her climax is near. His other hand slides over the nape of her neck, onto the back of her head. Gripping her hair he turns her face to his. “Look at me.” he commands.

She trembles in his arms brought back from the edge to comply. Her glazed eyes slowly open and find his. Half-lidded, gazing into his eyes her orgasm takes her. Her body shudders with pleasure, but she never breaks eye contact; pussy clenching, squirting into his hand.

He smiles gently kissing her. Removing his hand he places his fingers in her mouth. Hungrily she sucks them clean.

This is a true story and is not a Friday Fantasy. Initially as I started writing I had Daunt (me) for the He in this story and Madison as the She, but as I went along the idea came to me to allow you the reader to plug yourself into this hot little tale. I hope you enjoyed it.


Thursday, November 17, 2011

HNT - In the Dressing Room with Cara

Cara went shopping last weekend, and she was nice enough to snap a photo in the dressing room to share with all of us. I think we all need to take up a collection to buy her this hot little number so we can see her in (and out of) it more.  Isn't she delectable?

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2011!

Rori, author of  Beneath My Sheets, has just published the 4th annual list of the Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2011.

The big surprise is that PWK is #35 on the list, after being live for less than11 months! Wow! The first thing I did when I heard about this today was email DauntlessD and Cara, of course. The next thing I did was start thinking about what I would say in the acceptance speech.

Ok, so there's no opportunity for an acceptance speech, and if there were, I doubt #35 would be giving it, but you guys know me and I don't miss an occasion to talk. I think it would go something like this:

"Thank you so much for this recognition! (waving hand in front of my face to indicate I'm trying to dry my tears of joy) Thank you, of course, to Rori for the honor. I'd also like to thank all of the men I've had sex with over the past year - and those two women, too, even though I don't remember your names. Without you there wouldn't have been a Prowling with Kat.

And thank you to Cara for taking your clothes for us every (well, almost every) Thursday. You have kept many of our readers coming back for more. And Daunt. (tearing up, voice cracking just a little)  What can I say about my partner in crime, DauntlessD? Well, as far as this blog goes, it's really your fault, ya know. I was perfectly happy just sharing the stories of my dalliances with you and Cara, but you knew the world needed more sex and you encouraged me when I started thinking about publishing PWK. You're the best friend a gal could ever have.

Oh.....I'm hearing the music in the background so I'd better hurry! Thanks, too, to Hubby because there would be no PWK if he had acted even mildly interested in sex with his wife over the past year. And finally, last but not least, I have to send a HUGE thank you out to all our readers (even the Kat-haters) and other sex bloggers who encouraged and inspired us over the past year.  Some of you were already mentioned a minute ago when I thanked all the men I've had sex with over the past year, but I guess a double thank you doesn't hurt, does it? And to those readers who nominated! You're the best!!!  How can I repay you?

I love you all!  Here's to another great year!" (waving and blowing kisses as I walk off the stage)

Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's how it would go....or something like that anyway.

It really is wonderful to be mentioned in the company of so many terrific bloggers.

Ok, Prowlers, I highly recommend that you take a few minutes (preferably when you're alone and your hands are free...hehe) to browse through the list of Top 100 Sex Blooggers of 2011. There are many new bloggers on the list this year, and many great bloggers to discover.

Please spread the Top 100 link all over.

Daunt was right.  The world needs more sex.

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Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Sex for Kat and Hubby after the Big Confession

The Big Confession (or should I say, big confessions?) changed things in my marriage. For those of you who are new here, a couple of months ago my husband confessed that he had been unfaithful for the better part of the past 5 years, with multiple women.  About a month ago, I confessed my infidelities. Everything was out on the table and we had to decide where to go from there.

Would we stay together?  That was the easiest decision because we both are committed to each other and our marriage.

But what was next?  Would we recommit to fidelity? Would we agree to an open marriage? Would we start swinging? Would we ever be able to really trust each other again like we did before? What would happen to our sex life?

Specifically, my husband was worried that I would be bored by him since I had enjoyed so many alternatives. It wasn't an unreasonable concern. Neither of us knew if I could be satisfied by plain vanilla after sampling lots of other delectable flavors.

We decided to try a fresh start and focus on improving both our communication and sex life. We got into counseling (individual and couples counseling), and we agreed to tell each other the truth, meaning that if I had a roll in the hay with JJ, I would tell Hubby, and he would admit any slips he had.

We agreed to start acting like we did early in our marriage, whether or not we felt like it. What did that mean? It meant the TV would get turned off in the evening.  It meant we would go to bed as soon as the kids were asleep so we'd have time for each other. It meant we'd start dating again, at least one night a week. It meant we'd leave heartfelt love notes for each other in the car, on the bathroom mirror, etc. We brought our plan into the current century by adding loving and sexy email and texts to each other throughout the day. I started sexting him at embarrassing moments.

And it meant we'd plan on sex every night. The rule was/is that neither of us can cancel it during the day, but either of us can cancel when we are actually in bed; however, the one who cancels is obligated to help the other come if he/she wants. I have to tell you I have been surprised by how many times I thought I was too tired or not in the mood, but when we started enjoying each other and I started helping him get off, I started to get excited, too.

We also each decided to really give it an honest try.  For me, that meant I would get into it with all the enthusiasm I had with JJ or J or S or...... For him, that meant being willing to try some variety and focusing on my pleasure.

So, for the first two weeks, that's how it was - sex every night.  Sometimes more than once. And it was really great sex! My old dog hubby kept thinking that he couldn't do it again for the 4th (5th, 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th, etc...) night in a row, but he did, and quite nicely, I might add. ;-)

We included some play with sex toys, and experimented with different positions. We asked each other what we had liked about sex with our other lovers and we incorporated some of those things into our own lovemaking.

The next week, it slowed down a little.  We only had sex on five nights of the seven that week. There were two nights that we both agreed to take a break.  Frankly, I needed a break, things were starting to get a little sore "down there" from all the attention. What a wonderful problem to have, huh? It was during this week that we also started reading to each other in bed (sex books and books about reclaiming your marriage) and talking about what we read.

Over the last 7 days, we've had sex on six nights. On one of them, we had agreed not to, but I changed my mind just as we were about to fall asleep and that kept us up for a couple more hours.

As the sex got better, lots of other things started turning around, too.  We actually wanted to be around each other more. We started talking more.

It didn't solve all of our problems, though.  Hubby is still too clingy, afraid that I'm going to take off and find another man...and, ultimately, leave him.  He has a reason to be concerned.  I won't leave him., but I have not lost my desire for my honey...or J, or P. or B, or C.....or...... As you can see, PWK is still here and going strong.

A couple of nights ago, we discussed a new "problem" we have.  We need to adjust our "act like we were newly together" plan because the sex now is much better than it was when we were newly together.  Huh? How can that be? Sounds crazy, huh?  I always thought that people were supposed to be on track for divorce when affairs were discovered, but that's not what has happened for us. The man who seemed to have lost interest in me sexually is now pursuing me and is trying as hard as he can to keep me interested in him and not in other men.

Now, we're looking to the future and wondering where it goes from here. You never really know what's going to happen in life, do you?

I'd better get writing.  I have some hot sex posts to write.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Knocking on the Back Door (Yes, This is about Anal Sex)

Last night, Hubby wanted anal sex. Those of you who have been following along here know that I'm a big fan of anal sex, but last night was different.  Why?  Because it has been about a quarter of a century since Hubby wanted anal.

Yes, you read that right.  A quarter of a century.  Some of you reading this aren't even that old yourselves.

It was a bit like the Twilight Zone (I know, I'm dating myself again) because JJ had been sending me some naughty texts and photos about anal sex earlier in the day. (If you've read the JJ stories on our Sex, Sex, Only Sex page, you know that JJ loves anal, and he's dang good at it...amazing actually.)

So, JJ got me thinking about it, and then Hubby asked for it.

The last time Hubby asked for anal, he concluded that he didn't like it as much as he liked fucking my other orifices, and that was that. No, there was no conversation about what I might like. Don't be silly.  Hubby is of the generation that is just now learning that some women actually enjoy sex. I've mentioned anal a few times over the years, but he wasn't interested.  He never actually said he wasn't interested, but I assumed that's what he was saying as he pushed my head down toward his cock. Some male gestures are universal, aren't they?

There's good anal sex and bad anal sex. I know that may sound strange, but it's true. Just like other sex acts, it can be done poorly or well. When it is done poorly, it's painful, dangerous, and unsatisfying.  When it's done well, it's absolutely fantastic.

Since it has been a while since I've written an advice post, and I've been asked for some anal tips via email several times in the last months, I thought I'd share some tips for safe and enjoyable anal sex and spend a little time answering some questions about it. I'll handle the Q&A first, then I'll attack the tips. Warning: there is some pretty graphic and direct language in the tips below. It's the serious poop about anal sex (I know, the pun is terrible, but I couldn't resist).  If you don't want to read the heavy stuff, just stop after the Q&A.

Q: Kat, what do you like about anal sex?

The thing I love most about it is not really about the physical act. For me, it's about domination. Being taken anally is a very dominant act. The force of it, the pain, the lack of control ---mmmmm.  I love it all.

Q: Can a woman have an orgasm during anal sex?

All of the "sex experts" out there will say no, but they are incorrect.  Most women can't come that way, but a small minority of women can. Others can, but only if they are already very, very close to climax. Many women who like anal sex can't come during the act, but they enjoy it anyway. This might seem strange to men who think that orgasm is the only purpose for sex, but not everything pleasurable in the sex act needs to end in orgasm for it to be good.

Q: Doesn't it hurt?

In a word, yes.  However, it should only hurt during insertion and using plenty of lube can minimize that.

Q: How is it different for men from ordinary vaginal sex?

This is really a question for a man to answer (Daunt?), but I've been told that it is tighter.  I also think that part of the turn on is the taboo factor, and the fact that most wives refuse to do it.

Q: Is it dangerous?

It can be if it's not done properly or if it's done too much. Remember, the anus was not made for sexual activity. (See the tips below for more on safety.)

Q: Isn't receiving anal sex just for women and gay men?

Nope. I know several heterosexual men who like it, too. Some like it for he variety, the change of pace.  Others enjoy the domination part. And then there's the prostate massage piece. Some men really enjoy the sexual pleasure that comes from prostate massage. Since I don't want to spend too much time in this post talking about prostate massage, here's a nice little video by Dr. Ruthie from on the topic.

For those of you who want the nitty gritty detail about anal sex, here are my 11 tips on how to have safe and enjoyable anal sex:

  1. Lube, lube, lube. Sure, if there is enough natural lubrication going on "down there," you can skip the artificial lubricant, but that's just dangerous.  By the way, when I talk about the natural lubricant "down there" I'm talking about vaginal juices or semen from a previous sex act.  The anus is not self-lubricating like the vagina. Not only does good lubrication ease the pain for the woman (or whoever the "bottom" is), but the lining of the anus is vulnerable to tearing as a result of friction.  More lube = less of the bad kind of friction without giving up the good kind that you want. Use a water-based lubricant (because oil-based lubricants damage latex condoms, and water-based lubricant don't leave the same oily residual), and use plenty of it.  I prefer to just use the lubricant on the man's penis only, but some use it on the penis and spread it around and just inside the woman's anus, too.  Whatever works. But a little saliva from giving a rim job is not enough....just so you know.
  2. Be clean. One of the biggest problems with anal play is that the anus is full of bacteria (it is the body's main waste disposal site, remember?).  Some are not not a big deal, and others can, literally, kill a person under the right (or should I say, wrong?) conditions. My advice to women who are into anal play is to always be prepared for it. What does that mean?  It means you should empty the anus and lower intestinal track of waste.  Some choose to do this with laxatives or enemas. In fact, I read a BDSM novel several months ago with a very graphic enema scene that was part of the sex play, and I was never more turned off in my life. If I weren't already into anal play before that, I may not have ever tried it.  Anyway....I'm not into laxatives or enemas; however, I pay attention to my own natural cycles, eat a lot of fruit in the day before my planned rendezvous, etc. If you need more details than this, email me.
  3. Be very clean. The steps mentioned above are not enough, in my opinion, to be really clean. Some women choose to use disposable douche kits to clean out the anal area.  This is not the same as an enema because the intent is just to clean out any residual waste in the several inches adjacent to the anal opening, whereas the intent of an enema is to clean out the whole lower intestinal track. If you choose this approach, be very, very careful. Rupturing the anal lining is not good. I really can't emphasize this cleanliness issue enough.  I have been caught unprepared before and it was an embarrassing, and messy, experience.  Do you understand?  Please don't make me say it. Just trust me.  You don't want to experience it.
  4. Use a condom. Some diseases can be passed on very easily through anal sex, and I'm not talking just about HIV. There are other diseases and infections that can be passed from one partner to the other that way.  Also, using a condom during anal sex prevents pregnancy.  I know, you're thinking, "Come on, Kat.  You can't get pregnant from anal sex." Well, that is technically true; however, if semen comes into contact with the area between the anus and the vagina, there's a chance that it can ooze into the vagina and cause pregnancy.  No, I'm not crazy, folks. Eight percent (8%) of people who do not use another form of birth control during anal sex become pregnant that way. So, if your life isn't important to you, maybe preventing pregnancy is.
  5. Enter slowly.  Gentlemen, let me be clear. The entry part of anal sex is painful for your partner. Let me be more clear.  It hurts like hell. I'm talking about the pain of the stretching of the sphincter muscle before it relaxes.  So, you need to go s-l-o-w.  I recommend that you place the head of your cock at the opening and let your partner push back against you at her speed.  If she needs to stop to catch her breath and relax into it, let her.  Do not just start pressing forward. Wait until she indicates in some way that she is beyond the painful part.  Of course, if you are very familiar with your partner, you will probably have developed your own understanding of how to best handle entry.
  6. Don't ignore all pain.  While some pain during entry is normal, that's the only pain that is normal during anal sex. If the pain continues beyond the initial entry and after the woman has relaxed for 30 seconds or so, stop! Maybe you need more lubricant.  Maybe you need to shift positions.  Maybe the internal area is not completely clean and the friction of waste rubbing against the anal lining is causing pain.  Don't push it (pun intended). Rupturing the anal lining can be very dangerous.
  7. Communicate with your partner. You should communicate with your partner about what to expect beforehand.  You should communicate during the act if either of you is uncomfortable.  And you should communicate after the act to discuss what felt good and what didn't. If you're not comfortable talking about these things, get over it.
  8. Clean up after. Going from ass to vagina and/or from ass to mouth is a dangerous practice that spreads infection. The negative consequences can be serious.  That said, I am well aware that some folks like their sex that way.  I love going back and forth between the ass and vagina, and I've sucked off more than one cock after it came out of my ass. It's not safe. It's bad. Yes, I'm a hypocrite. Do as I say, not as I do.
  9. If your anal play includes digital penetration, be sure that your hands are clean and fingernails are clipped.  I've known someone who suffered serious anal damage that required a surgical repair because of untrimmed, sharp fingernails.  How would you like to explain that to the spouse?
  10. Be careful with toys. Of course, make sure any toys you use are very clean before you start your anal play and clean then up very well after. You should also be careful not to be too vigorous with your play when you're using toys. If you are inserting a toy rather than a part of your own body, you can't feel what's going on down there. and it's easy to get carried away and misinterpret your partner's moans and screams as enjoyment when she's really begging you to stop.  Again, communication is key.
  11. Pay attention to blood. Bleeding during or after anal sex is not normal and it could be a sign of a very serious issue. If you see blood, something has been torn. At best, a hemorrhoid may have burst and there may not be any negative consequences, or your partner has a small tear and will just feel a little pain later. But if the anal lining has been seriously ruptured, there's a chance that waste and bacteria can get into the abdominal cavity and cause all sorts of problems. Profuse bleeding can also be life threatening. Please don't ignore it.  If you have any doubt about how serious it may be, stop what you're doing and get to a doctor.  If there is extreme pain or bleeding, call 911. A little embarrassment over an overreaction beats the alternative if you don't get medical attention when you need it. Bleeding during or after anal sex is a very rare occurrence, so it's not something you should worry about, but you should definitely watch for it.
Wow.  I think I've just scared y'all away from ever having anal sex. I don't mean to do that, but a good dose of caution is warranted.

Since I have scared half of you and grossed out the other half, I think I'll close with another Dr. Ruthie video about anal sex because you can't be nervous about anything if you hear it from Dr. Ruthie. Here are Dr. Ruthie's top 3 Do's and top 3 Don'ts for anal sex:

Friday, November 11, 2011

Kat's Alanis Morissette Moment

I was having an Alanis Morissette moment earlier today. Actually, it has been going on for a couple of weeks, but I have been pushing it to the back of my mind to avoid feeling it.  Today, however, for some reason, I just couldn't avoid it any longer.

One of my dearest online friends, Webcam Guy, has stopped communicating with me.  I don't know why.  He didn't really say. I know many who have experienced this with online friends.  Disappearing is not uncommon.

But it hurts.

I'm not talking about the breakup of a romantic relationship, but a close friendship. Because the topic of regression has been coming up a lot in my therapy recently, I immediately draw the connection that this feels like I'm in first grade and I've been told by one of my best friends that he doesn't want to be my friend anymore. WTF is up with that?
I have written a couple of times about break-up or pulling away scenarios in A Parable for Prowlers: It's Not Your Puppy and When the Wife Finds Out..., Even when you know and expect it, there's pain involved.  But when you don't expect it, it's worse.

So, today I felt a whole range of emotions that led to my Alanis Morissette moment. I thought about the situation. Sadness washed over me first. The truth is that I don't have a lot of close friends.  Losing one is a big deal.

Then came some anger.  Yes, it was pure Alanis Morissette You Oughta Know anger.

My favorite line - "And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back, I hope you feel it..."

Yeah, that's the kind of anger that was blowing through me.

Then after I thought about it some more, I remembered some positive things about the relationship and all that I've learned from him.  I also reminded myself that maybe it's not completely over.  I do tend to assume the worst case scenario at times.

So my mood moved into the You Learn range.

I love the first line, "I'd recommend getting your heart trampled on to anyone...."

Me, too.

I though back to when I first signed on to AM.  What was I looking for?  I was looking for connection.  I wanted to experience more of life.  I wanted to feel.....something. (Oh yeah, and I wanted hard, rough, screaming-for-more sex, too.)

I got what I was looking for.  Connection. Yummy sex.

And, yes,  I started feeling things again after years of feeling numb and just walking through life pretending to be a happy and fulfilled wife.

Then, I started feeling gratitude.  I found all that I was looking for and more. I've made some fantastic friends, and Webcam Guy is one of them. Nothing can change that.  I remembered some of the times in the past 10 months that he helped me through some difficult times.

I wasn't angry anymore or pensive....I just wanted to say, Thank You.

I still don't understand what happened.  It still makes me sad. I still don't like it. I still miss talking to him.

But at least I'm not hiding from the emotions.

I think my Alanis Morissette moment was good for me.


For all of you guys who can't stand the emotional touchy-feely stuff, don't worry.  Keep your chin up! My next post will be about anal sex....just for you. ;-)

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Monday, November 7, 2011

A Thought About Oral Sex...and a Former President

I was chatting online with a friend this morning who moved the conversation to oral sex.  You know how that is, right?  You're chatting about baseball and work and the guy says out of the blue, "Wanna suck my cock?  Will you swallow?"  I hate it when that happens.

Anyway, when he mentioned sucking cock and swallowing, it made me think about Monica Lewisnki and Bill Clinton. At the time it was going on, I knew something just sounded wrong about the whole thing, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Sure, it was wrong that she only gave him head and he never fucked her, but that was obvious.  Something else just didn't sound right.

Today it hit me. Monica gave Bill head and ended up with his semen on her now-famous blue dress (which was very ugly, by the'd think the President's slut would pick something a little more stylish, but whatever...). The semen on the blue dress was kind of the "smoking gun" that took the whole issue out of the realm of "he said - she said" and placed it where it belonged.  He came, she spit.

That's what was wrong.

You'd think the President of the United States would be able to find a slut who would swallow.  Don't ya think?

Friday, November 4, 2011

Come on, +1 Me...and I'll Give You Naked Pictures

You know you want to.

Do you see that little +1 icon at the bottom of each post? That's like Google's version of Facebook's "Like" button.

Go ahead.  Go down there and press it.  Push my button, Baby.

Why? Because I'm a Google whore.

I know what you're thinking. "Kat, if you were a real Google whore, you would have all of your posts optimized for search."

True.  So, I'm a closet Google whore.

Here's how it works... The more you +1 me, the more attention Google gives us.  The more attention Google gives, the more readers we get. The more readers we get, the more leverage I have to convince Cara to take off her clothes for HNT photos.  The more Cara takes off her clothes, the happier we all are.

Get it?

So, +1 me.  A lot.

You know you want to.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Another Night Out for the PWK Team

Every once in a while, Dauntless, Cara, Beth and I like to go out for an evening of fun.  I am speaking of fun in the old fashioned sense - food, drink, laughter, and so on. No sex, but the conversation is a bit spicier than you might hear around a typical mixed-gender group of friends.

For example, last night we talked about what percentage of the male population is circumcised, and what percentage of the men I've been with were circumcised. Cara said that Mexican men typically aren't circumcised, which just sounded wrong to me because I've enjoyed more than my share of Mexican men (as well as South American men) and that wasn't my experience, but who would argue with sweet Cara about such a thing?

We talked about Adam and the size of his gorgeous enormous cock, and that brought us around to discussing the penis size of men of different ethnicities and if ethnicity really is a factor in size.

By the way, during the cock discussion, Daunt sat there holding onto his beer like it was a life preserver.  Every time I'd ask, "What do you think, Daunt?" he'd snap out of his "how-long-can-I-pretend-that-this-discussion-isn't-happening" stupor and shrug his shoulders.

We passed around a hot Halloween picture of Daunt's brother, BruceD (in the pic to the right), and three of us (can you guess which three?) drooled and admired, and one or two of us may have made inappropriate comments about what we might like to do with such a lovely gentleman if given the opportunity (but I can't really remember....LOL).

The photo reminded me of that episode of Nip/Tuck where Christian Troy was having sex with that ugly gal who had a hot body and he made her put a bag over her face.  Not that BruceD is ugly...absolutely not!  But the mask made me think, "Heck, I don't care if he leaves the mask on.  It's not his face that's getting me wet right now anyway."  But I digress.....

The last time we had a PWK Night Out we went out to eat.  This time, we decided to do something a little more active.

Shame on you for those naughty thoughts!

I'm talking about bowling, of course!

Because I like to make everything a little more interesting, I suggested a little wager. We agreed that whoever came in dead last of the four of us would have to provide the HNT photo for this week.  This idea came up because Cara said she's boycotting HNT because there were no comments on last week's one and few comments on the few before that.  So, we looked at Beth.  No way.  Daunt?  He has a gift for taking a swig of beer while vigorously shaking his head no. As for me, we all know I have an inferiority complex about being compared to Cara.  There was only one civilized way to settle it  - assign the HNT task to the worst bowler.

We all swaggered confidently to the counter to sign up for a lane and rent those ugly and disgusting shoes.

About the shoes....First, I am convinced that they make them so ugly so no one would even consider stealing them. Second, there is something very creepy about wearing the same pair of shoes that hundreds of other people have worn before.  It's a level of intimacy with perfect strangers that just isn't for me.  Of course, I can write about the details of my sexual encounters and share them with thousands of strangers, but that's completely different. Third, as ugly and as creepy as the shoes are, they give you a sense of belonging when you wear them. After I put mine on, I walked proudly to pick a ball, suddenly feeling like I was part of something greater than myself.  I was part of the great unwashed bowling masses.  And I was proud.

Oh,  I learned something I didn't know last night - that Cara has a strict sense of justice about shoe rules in a bowling alley.  We noticed several people at lanes around us who were not wearing the required ugly shoes. Who did those people think they were? Didn't they understand that wearing the ugly shoes was part of the bowler bonding experience?  If anyone opted out (which was against the rules), it made the rest of us just look like idiots wearing ugly shoes.  The magic of the bowling shoe experience requires that everyone participate. I was able to let it go because I needed to focus on not being last, but Cara couldn't let it go. She kept talking about it.  Then she walked by a few lanes giving the evil eye to the non-conformists. The she went up to the counter and reported them!  But that wasn't the worst part.  The worst part was that nothing happened.  Nothing changed. I chalked it up as a metaphor for the injustice in modern society.  Cara just got mad and focused her rage toward the pins.  That was not good for the rest of us.

Since we shared a photo of our hands from a previous night out, I thought it would be fun this time to share a different kind of photo. The photo on the left includes me, Daunt, and Cara (not in that order). See what I mean about the shoes?

We bowled three games and agreed that we would add the scores from all three games to determine the overall winner, and the loser who would be our HNT guy or gal for the week.

We were having a great time, but it wasn't going well for me.

During the third game, as depression was setting in, I got a text from JJ. After an explanation of where I was and what was going on:

Kat: I suck at bowling.

JJ: You can suck my balls anytime, Baby.

JJ always knows how to help me put things into perspective.

Here are the final rankings:

First place - Cara
Second Place - DauntlessD
Third Place - Beth
Loser - Kat

Uuuggghhhhhh. I'd skip HNT this week, but I think Cara would come after me if I did.

My favorite parts of the evening:
  1. Getting to gaze at Daunt's ass about 60 times when it was his turn without him knowing what I was doing.
  2. Watching Cara go into Law and Order mode over the shoe criminals.
  3. Stealing some glimpses of the hot guy bowling about 4 lanes away from us. I would have been all over that...except for his poor taste in shoes.
  4. Watching Beth's eyes pop out over BruceD's photo. I love knowing I'm not the only woman who objectifies men.
  5. Spending several hours with great friends.
I'm already looking forward to our next PWK Night Out.


Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Checking In with JJ

It was almost 1:00 when I drove into the hotel parking lot. As I did, it occurred to me that I'd been there many times, so many times that this had become a very comfortable place for me, in spite of the fact that Strange Hotel Guy still creeped me out a little. I had just sent JJ a text telling him I was almost there, and before I could get a reply, I saw his car in the parking lot.

I pulled in to the space next to him. By the time I got out of my car, he was standing next to me, reaching out to give me a big hug and one of his amazing, deep kisses. All I could think about at that moment was how much I had missed him. To put it bluntly, our work schedules sucked. Seeing him once every few weeks was simply not enough.

But that didn't matter at that moment. What mattered then was that he was here and I was here and I was in his arms and his tongue was in my mouth and.....holy heck! We were making out in the parking lot, in full view of anyone who happened to pass by.  Being comfortable in a place is not always a good thing. As we walked quickly toward the lobby, he slipped his hand into mine, and I thought about how natural and comfortable it felt to be with him.  No matter how much time passed in-between meetings, it felt like we just picked up where we left off.

When we got to the front desk, guess who was there?  Yup.  Strange Hotel Guy. JJ pulled out some cash and asked if we could just pay cash without running a credit card - brilliant! We were such regulars that the guy would be stupid to say no.  He said yes and he started typing in the computer.  It dawned on me that we had been coming here many months, but Strange Hotel Guy had not gotten any better at working the damn computer. He eventually finished and gave JJ a key card. Finally!

We were chatting as we walked down the hallway and entered the room. I couldn't wait to kiss him again and get him out of those clothes, but I also wanted to talk with him and catch up with what was going on in his life. We kept talking as we walked over to the bed, but clothes started coming off as we walked.  First his shirt. Then my pants.  His jeans.  My panties.

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me toward him. No more talking. The kisses were gentle at first, then more and more demanding. His hands, which were on the small of my back, started sliding along my body - up my back, down my leg, over my behind.  Then one slowly slipped between my legs as his knee nudged my legs apart.

I gasped as he touched me. It had been so long and I didn't fully know how much I had missed him until that moment. He moaned a little and whispered, " wet.  Very nice," before I interrupted him with my kiss. He fingered me perfectly - another benefit of knowing someone so well.  He knew exactly what I wanted and how I liked it.  I was still standing in front of him; my legs became unsteady as I became more and more aroused.  I held onto his shoulders for support, and he whispered, "Come for me." He knows his voice is 50% of what drives me over the edge so it seemed unfair that he said that right then because I wanted it to last a little longer, but I couldn't control it. Less than a minute later I was shaking, screaming into his mouth as we kissed, begging him not to stop.

I could feel him smiling, pleased and amused at the power he had over me. I was still coming as he whispered, "That's my good girl." I moaned gratefully and kissed him some more.

After he was certain I was finished, he stood up, pulled off his underwear, and moved behind me. He quickly put his hand on the back of my neck, pushing me forward, bending me over the side of the bed. I smiled at his urgency, and I spread my legs slightly and went up on my tippy toes (necessary because he's so tall and I'm so short) as I leaned forward, steadying myself  on the bed.

My knees were still unsteady as he entered me, driving forward and pulling me back onto him at the same time. We both moaned. A wave of thoughts washed over my mind in those first few seconds. How is it possible that it's always this good, every time? I could do this for a long, long, time. Why do I let so much time go by in between meetings? Damn, this feels so good.

The pleasure soon overpowered my thoughts and I couldn't think at all. I grabbed onto the  bed coverings and tried to press back against him as he fucked me. Each stroke was hard and deep and filled me completely. Just as I started to relax into it, I felt myself start to cum again. It startled me; I hadn't expected to cum again so quickly.  I could feel his cock harden even more inside me, and I knew that he'd be cuming soon. I started rocking back against him faster, hoping that I could bring myself over the edge again before him.  Just as I started to cum, he did, driving hard inside me and holding. I kept moving, reaching for it.....I just needed a few... more... seconds.

Got it.  I pushed back against him one more time, shuddering.  I could hear a little chuckle in his moaning right then. I was a little embarrassed......such a slut working so hard to steal one more orgasm before he pulled out of me. He leaned over and kissed my back as he always did.  I loved that.....such a gentle acknowledgement of what we had just shared.

We both climbed onto the bed and collapsed.  I rolled over next to him.  He wrapped his arms around me and held me.  We stayed that way, quietly, for several minutes.  I can't remember who spoke first, but we started talking and catching up on our lives. He told me about his wife, his work.  I told him about my family, my work. We chatted about the newest iPhone news, the blog, plans for the next few weeks.

And we kissed. Hundreds of kisses.  We'd kiss in between topics.  He'd talk, and I'd kiss his neck.  I'd talk, and he'd kiss my neck, then my breast. I stroked his cock while he talked.  If it started to soften, I stroked it some more. Even our casual conversation became sensuous, part of the sexual experience.

We looked at he clock.  We didn't have much time this time, only about an hour and a half, and an hour of that was already gone.  He kissed my neck and whispered, "I want you one more time before we have to go." He got no argument from me.

He got up on his knees and knelt behind me.  I rolled over and got up onto my knees as well and then leaned forward. As he took me again, I had more time to enjoy the sensations and the effect of different movements. Always the gentleman, he waited until I came before releasing and surrendering to his pleasure.

We curled up together again for a few moments, until we both knew we had to go. This is always the saddest time because we both want to stay.  Neither of us wants to leave. I always think about what would happen if I didn't go back to my life right at that moment.  Would it be so bad if I just stole the day and stayed in his arms for a few more hours? But I know we can't stay.

We get up, get cleaned up, get dressed.  We each pull out our phones to check our schedules and see when we can meet again. We found a day and time that would work the next week. For some reason, that eases the sting of separating now.

We both look around the room to make sure we have everything.  Phone, keys, sunglasses. Check. He takes my hand and we leave the room.  We both say goodbye to Strange Hotel Guy as we walk through the lobby.  This is a far cry from those early days when we were nervous and didn't make eye contact with him.

We walk into the parking lot and over to our cars, and our afternoon together ends as it began, with his arms around me as we kiss by my car door.

Five minutes later, we are both in our cars driving in opposite directions on the freeway, and all I can think about is our plan for next week. Checking in with JJ is always a pleasure.