Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Kat's Big Surprise (Are You Sitting Down?)

I really didn't think anything could surprise me. Until yesterday.

I was at work dealing with a rather messy legal situation that had sucked all my energy and had put me in a rather foul mood, so I wasn't in the best frame of mind when my husband called and said, "Do you have a minute to talk?" Rather than saying something sarcastic like, "What do you think?" I responded to him as I always do when he asks that questions.  I said, "I'm busy, but I always have time for you, Handsome.  What's up?"

My husband proceeded to tell me that he had just received a call from a woman we know. Let's call her F-ing Bitch, shall we?  That's not her real name, but it's the name I will be using for her from now on. He then proceeded to tell me that F-ing Bitch said she was going to call me and tell me about the sex he'd been having with her for the last several years if he didn't give her a large sum of money. WTF?!

Those of you who have been reading the blog for awhile know that there are several things in his statement that were surprising.  First, he's having sex?  Any sex?  With anyone?  Wow. Second, he's been telling me he's not interested in sex anymore, yet he's been doing her?  Really? Third, she actually thinks that blackmailing him is the best way to get money out of him?

Apparently, after he hung up the phone from talking with her (and telling her that he wasn't going to pay her a dime, by the way), he thought he should call me and tell me about it right away in case she did, in fact, call me.

She didn't.  At least not yet.

I assured him that I loved him and we'd be fine.  We'd work through this.  I told him we would discuss it more when I got home (I knew that would put the fear of God into him for a few hours while he waited for the end of day and worried about what I might say or do).  I hung up the phone, closed my office doors and thought about what I had just heard.

A few weeks ago, in response to a post I wrote on tolerance, a reader posed this question:

"Ok, Kat. Honest Question: what would your reaction be if your husband confessed to you (without knowing you had cheated on him at all) that he had carried on a number of affairs? How would that effect (sic) your feelings for him, and how would that effect (sic) your relationship with him."
My response to him was, "I really don't know."  And that was the truth.  I had no idea how I would feel about it.

As I sat there after talking with my husband, that reader's comment popped into my head, and I thought, well, now I'll find out how I feel about that.  How do I feel about it?

I tried to separate my feelings from my thoughts because I'm such a logically-driven person that sometimes it's hard to know what I'm feeling because my brain takes over in difficult situations and sets about the task of solving the problem before my feelings even know what's going on.  I focused on my feelings.  What was I feeling?  What was I really feeling?

Relief.  Yes, that was it. I was relieved because now I knew that if he found out about me our marriage wouldn't be over.  There would be no lectures or "holier than thou" attitude because we both had cheated. I was also relieved because this meant the door was now open to talk about sex and infidelity and maybe, just maybe, the possibility of an open marriage. It had been killing me not to be able to talk with him about these things, being afraid that he would freak out or worse.

I scanned my feelings for all the things I would be expected to be feeling.  Jealousy?  Nope.  None.  F-ing Bitch meant nothing to me and I know she meant nothing to him. Anger? Some, but I was angry at F-ing Bitch for trying to blackmail him.  I was not angry at him for stepping out. How could I be? Fear? No. I am still 100% certain that he loves me and he won't be leaving me for another woman.  He might fuck others, but he'll always come home to me.  Yes, I'm positive of that. Confusion? Yes, a little bit.  We are two people who both want more sex and we're stepping outside of our marriage to get it.  Why aren't we looking to each other for it?  Why can't we talk about that? I made a mental note that we would be talking about that when I got home from work or some time very soon

Then I felt relief again - relief that this wasn't so bad.  I wasn't devastated.  I wasn't even upset.  Of course, I reminded myself that I might be in shock and some other feelings may surface later, but for now I was OK.

I asked myself the big question - Was I willing to leave him over this? The answer was a resounding, "Hell, no!" I knew I needed to tell him that as soon as possible.

When I walked in the front door at home a couple of hours later, he was sitting on the couch looking like a little boy (o.k., a grey-haired little boy) who was about to be taken out to the woodshed for a whipping. I sat down next to him, took his hand and looked him in the eye. He didn't say anything.  He just looked at me with big puppy dog tears welled up in his eyes. Now I was feeling a few things - compassion, love, sadness, guilt.

The baseball game had just started and was on TV in the background.  I lightened the mood by saying, "Hey!  There's no crying in baseball, remember?" We both laughed a little and some of the color returned to his face.  Better. 

He said, "I don't want you to leave me."

I replied, "I will never leave you, Mr. Kat.  I love you. Are you going to leave me for some bimbo?"

"No!" he replied. "I'm not going anywhere, ever."

"Well then," I said, "Let's not worry about that anymore, ok?"  He nodded his agreement.

Then we started talking about it, and more information came out.  It wasn't one woman; it was a handful of women.  It wasn't for a brief period of time; it was over many years. Yes, he had brought some of them to our home to fuck in our bed while I was at work (ouch!). Yes, he had been supporting a couple of them for a couple of years with the money I earned (another ouch). F-ing Bitch had gone the blackmail route because he had cut off her gravy train.  He stopped giving her money. Yes, I knew all of the women he had been with (triple ouch).

It was a lot to process (ya think???), so we agreed we'd talk about it more the next day.

Later in the evening, when we went to bed, I initiated sex with him. I knew it was an important part of letting him know that I still loved him and wanted him and wasn't going to kick him out. I also decided it was time to focus (again) on some of my own tips from 10 Tips for Wives to Keep Your Husband from Cheating, so I gave him the best BJ I knew how to give and then I fucked him like a woman who had been starving for sex with him (Ok, some acting and fantasizing about JJ were involved, but it worked).

Afterwards, I thought, "Take that, F-ing Bitch. How dare you try to blackmail my family??? And by the way, you've had your last fuck with this man, Sister." I can't wait to see her and share those thoughts with her in person.

I had a chance to chat with DauntlessD about the whole thing, and he suggested that I use the opportunity to ask my husband for an open marriage.  At first I thought, "No way! He'll never go for that and I'm not ready to tell him about my activities yet." But then I thought about it.  Dauntless was right. There would never be a better time than this to have that conversation.

So, I sent my husband a text today around lunch time and asked him if we would join me for lunch so we could talk and continue the conversation we started last night.  I also said that I have an idea I'd like to discuss with him.  He agreed, and we decided on a meeting place.

He walked into the restaurant and looked around for me.  I already had a table and was waiting for him.  I had been rehearsing exactly what I would say and how I would say it.  He sat down across from me and reached over the table to take both my hands in his.

I said, "Honey, I've been thinking and I have an idea......"

Monday, June 27, 2011

Hours 17 - 24 of My 24 Hour Date with JJ

I woke a few hours later.  I turned and saw JJ laying in bed next to me.  Wow.  It was not a dream. I wanted to snuggle up next to him, but I was afraid I might wake him up, and I knew he had a hell-ish work schedule over the next few days and he really needed his sleep. So, I grabbed my iPhone, opened the Kindle app, and did some reading.

But every few minutes I'd find myself just staring at him, watching him sleep, making a mental note of the rhythm of his breath and every line and curve of his face. I found myself remembering the night before, which made me really want to wake him up, but I resisted. Instead, I got up and went to the bathroom to clean up a bit, brush my teeth, run a brush through my hair. I thought about putting on some makeup and pretending that I always looked like that when I woke up, but that thought just made me laugh at myself.  It was so un-Kat-like.  I'm definitely a "take me as I am" kind of person. Attempting a silly deception like that just wasn't going to happen. I went back to bed and did some more reading, waiting for him to wake.

When he finally started stirring about an hour later, I put down my reading and curled up next to him, kissing his neck and his arm, and sliding my hand up and down his inner thigh. As wakefulness took over, he turned onto his side and put an arm around me, pressing his hardening cock against my leg. He kissed my neck, then my cheek, then his lips found their way to my mouth and he kissed me deeply, passionately.

"Good morning, Baby," he said, still a bit groggy.

"Good morning," I replied before opening my mouth to welcome another of his kisses.

We made some small talk for a little while - "What time is it?"  "Wow, it's that late?" "When do we have to check out?"

Then he rolled on top of me, nudging my legs apart.

"I want you," he said, "just like this.  You just lay back and relax."

He got no argument from me. I pulled up my knees as he entered me, filling me completely in one deep stroke. We both moaned. What is it about morning sex that feels so different than nighttime sex?

He started pumping his hips, slowly at first.  I could tell he was enjoying every sensation, trying to make it last. As he started to move faster, he opened his eyes and looked into mine. I pulled my legs back a little more until.....ahhh yes.....he hit just... the right.... spot on each thrust. I couldn't look away from his eyes. They were focused, intense, commanding.

I could feel myself starting to cum.  No!  Not so soon!  I bit my lip to distract myself and try to stop it, but it was no use. I looked at him almost desperately and started to moan.

"It's ok.  Cum for me, Baby," he whispered.

Just as said that, the orgasm shot through me like an electric current, making me shudder almost violently. I held onto his shoulders tightly while the pleasure kept coming in waves.  I knew he could feel my cunt tightening around him, and he started fucking me hard and fast at that point. I wrapped my legs around his hips and started grinding against him, not thinking, but just letting my body do as it wanted. I was still cuming when he released into me, making the familiar sounds of satisfaction that I was coming to know very well.

Afterwards, he leaned down and kissed me again, then rolled next to me and held me. We lamented that our time together was almost over. We talked about when we would see each other again, our plans for the rest of the week and the weekend, and how much we didn't want this time together to end.

We made love one more time before getting up and almost rushing to get out by check out time.I thought about what a difference it was from the afternoon before when it felt like we had all the time in the world.

What a difference 24 hours makes.

If you missed the first two posts in this series, here they are:

Hours 1 - 4 of My 24 Hour Date with JJ

Hours 5 - 16 of My 24 Hour Date with JJ

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Hours 5-16 of My 24 Hour Date with JJ

The air as JJ and I walked out of the spa was cool and refreshing.  We talked about how it was 100 degrees at home, but here it was perfect. Who wanted to go home anyway?  I sure didn’t!

We got into his car and started driving.  Out of Oakland and on the Bay Bridge to San Francisco.  But home is the other way.  Who cares?  We were in no hurry and we were both just enjoying the drive and each other. I guess you could say we took the long way home. It was a perfect day for a drive  – a beautiful sunny California day.  We cruised through Golden Gate Park, then the Presidio.  Then we crossed over the Golden Gate Bridge, and up to Marin before circling back around toward the Valley. 

As we drove, we talked. We talked about our families, our childhoods, our work. On parts of the journey we didn't talk at all; we just looked at the scenery in silence, and that was comfortable, too. Eventually, though, I started to get antsy. I wanted to get to the hotel because there were still so many things I wanted to do with him that were not going to happen in his car.

When we got back to town, it was dinnertime, so we went to the nice restaurant next door to our hotel and shared a meal. We talked some more. Still, nothing felt hurried or rushed.  Then we checked into the hotel and I went to the room while JJ left to take care of some business for an hour or two. 

I welcomed the opportunity to clean up a bit, put on my sexy new black satin and lace nightie, and touch base via text message with my friends DauntlessD and Cara. Dauntless just wanted to know that I was ok and safe and having a good time. Cara, though, wanted details, which I was not prepared to share at the time. Every now and then I'd get a text from JJ letting me know what he was up to and how close he was to being back to the hotel.

I thought time would pass more quickly if I watched the Giants game, but it wasn't on any of the channels the hotel carried.  I thought, seriously? No ballgame? I thought this was a decent hotel...until that moment. I judge hotels by many indicators, including cleanliness, safety, price, check in times, discretion of  front desk staff, accessible back entrances, well hidden parking lots, and, yes, television access to key sporting events.  The lack of the Giants game was just annoying, so I turned off the tv, climbed into bed, and waited for JJ's return.

I didn't have to wait long. JJ let himself in and came over to the bed and kissed me. The room was dimly lit. I had all the lights off except the one in the entryway. 

As we were kissing, I whispered, "Why don't you get out of those clothes?"

In no time at all, he was naked and climbing into bed with me. The first thing he did was wrap his arms around me and pull me close to him as he kissed me. I loved that. In that moment, it was like he was pulling me away from the world and all of its distractions and focusing my attention entirely on him. 

I reached down and found his already hard cock and started stroking him slowly, but firmly, as his hand found its way to my pussy, fingers circling my clit. We lay facing each other, still kissing. I shifted slightly so I could open my legs wider for him and he rewarded me by sliding a finger deep inside me. I gasped and arched my back as his fingertip grazed that special spot inside me. He smiled.

"There it is," he said.

I nodded.

He added another finger and started finger fucking me deeply. I bucked against his hand, conflicted - wanting to tell him I wanted his cock inside me, but not wanting him to stop what he was doing. 

He whispered, "Is my little slut going to cum for me again?"

"Yes," I answered, nodding and gripping his arm as the pleasure built. "Just like that. Please. Like that."

My hips started shuddering and he moved his hand faster, harder. I screamed as I let go, feeling the pulsating pleasure ripple through me.

"I can feel you coming, Baby," he said.

I couldn't respond, except to nod and moan. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations I was experiencing - his fingers inside me, his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth, his chest against my breast, the coolness of the room and the warmth of his body and his breath.

As I recovered, he asked, "What do you want now, Kat?"

I love those easy questions.

"I want to feel your cock inside me," I said.

"Oh? How do you want it?" he whispered as he started kissing and sucking on my neck.

He knows I can barely think when he kisses my neck like that, but he does it anyway. Hmmm....

I stammered, "Any way you want it. Anything you want."

He rolled over and rose to his knees. I did the same, leaning on my forearms as he moved behind me. He positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to my tight asshole. Then he moved it down between my pussy lips, then back to my ass again. He playfully moved it back and forth.

"Decisions, decisions," he said.

I giggled. My giggles stopped as he started sliding his cock into my ass. I squealed at first. He paused to give me a moment to adjust, then I took a deep breath and leaned back against him. A satisfied groan escaped his mouth as I pressed all the way back. 

He grabbed my hips and started fucking my ass slowly at first, then faster.  

"Oh my god, that feels so good," I murmered. "Yes, Fuck my ass, Baby.. Fuck your slut hard, just like I need it."

JJ responded exactly as I expected. He pounded me hard while I squeezed his cock as hard as I could, holding on to the edge of the bed to keep myself from being pushed into the wall in front of me. I heard him moan and felt him tighten his fingers on my skin. He came in a series of three slow, forceful, final thrusts. He held me back against him for about 15 seconds after the last thrust, before leaning forward and kissing my back, then my neck. 

He collapsed next to me and I curled up in his arms again. We talked and kissed and made love a couple more times over the next couple of hours before falling asleep in each other's arms.

I woke up a few hours later. JJ was sleeping on his side, facing away from me, so I snuggled up behind him and breathed in his scent. That same scent would lightly linger in my hair, on my skin, and my clothes as a reminder of him after we parted. I breathed him in again and thought about how I would be at home with my husband and kids doing something quite mundane - like making dinner or washing dishes - when that scent would barely brush by me, and my body would respond as if he were there. My nipples would harden and I'd feel my panties grow damp. I'd close my eyes, taking a break from whatever I was doing for just a moment, and picture him there with me again, touching me as only he could. And so I'd be reminded of him until I opened my eyes again and came back to the present moment.

But at that moment, I was listening to him breathe as he slept, and I started kissing his back and neck gently and reaching my hand around to stroke him and feel his cock awake slowly before the rest of him. 

As he started to stir into consciousness, I turned onto my side, facing away from him, and he rolled over and followed me, wrapping his arms around me and pressing against my back.  He rubbed his hardness against me, and I arched my back and shifted so he could access whichever hole he wanted. He slid his cock between my pussy lips first a few times, and I thought he might just cum there without entering me, but after a minute or so, he pulled his cock back and then slowly slid it into my ass. We moved together slowly, lazily. No words were spoken. Soon he moved his arm down around my hips and held me back onto him as he finished with a flurry of quick thrusts. Then he moaned and kissed my shoulder. 

Moments later, I heard his breathing become even again as he drifted back to sleep, his arms still tight around me.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Hours 1 - 4 of my 24 Hour Date with JJ

It was truly an unusual opportunity. Through some creative scheduling, and a lot of luck, JJ and I were able to arrange to have 24 hours together. That’s right. 24 hours, from noon Wednesday through noon Thursday. That may not seem like much, but in our hurried world of stealing two hours here and three hours there, 24 hours seems like a heavenly eternity. So, we made some plans.

We met at the hotel where we planned to spend the night so I could leave my car there and we could start out in one car.  I was glad that he wanted to drive for several reasons.  First, having my hands free would allow me to…uh….explore as he drove. Second, I wanted to have as much time as I could to just look at him while he was watching the road.  I never tire of gazing at JJ; he’s a handsome man with a very interesting and kind face. Finally, his car is much cooler than mine. Yeah, even middle-aged women dig cool cars.

We got a little bit of a late start on our drive to Oakland, but we were still going to be fairly close to meeting our appointment time of 1:00 p.m. at Zen Springs. Zen Springs is a spa, but it’s not just any spa.  In addition to all of the services you would normally expect at a spa, you can rent a hot tub suite there for 30, 60, or 90 minutes.  We had booked a VIP Spa Suite for 90 minutes – hot tub, sauna, calm and sultry music, romantic lighting, privacy (you can read my review of Zen Springs in a separate post).

When the receptionist showed us to our suite (it was really a room, but suite sounds so much better, doesn’t it?), she started quickly running through instructions on how to operate the hot tub and sauna. I was hoping JJ was paying attention because my ADD kicked in and I couldn’t focus on what she was saying at all because I was distracted by the pretty red lights in the hot tub, the twinkly array of LED lights over the tub that almost looked like stars, the queen size futon on one side of the room, and the floor to ceiling mirrors that lined the hot tub on three sides. I came out of my haze to hear the girl say, “Do you have any questions?”  The only question I could think of was, “When are you going to get the hell out of this room so I can fuck this fine specimen of a man?” She eventually left and I ran out to find the restroom quickly (yeah, no restroom in the “suite.”  That sucks.).

When I came back to the suite, JJ was already naked and in the tub, leaning back with his arms stretched out on the edge. I have to admit, that sight made me in a hurry to get in there with him, so there was no sexy strip tease, just a rushed peeling off and tossing of the clothes wherever they fell – some on the counter, others on the floor.

Then I slipped into the tub and - swoosh! – a bunch of water flowed out over the top of the tub!  It was too full (and I’m not a little girl, which didn’t help, I’m sure).  I froze. JJ started reaching for the controls to find the drain.  At that point I was wishing that I had paid more attention to the instructions the girl gave when we first got there. Eventually, the water level was right, but by then…..yeah…those clothes on the floor and my backpack….. well, you get the picture.

All I could think was, “How come it’s never like the romantic movies for ME? There’s never a hot tub flood in the porn films.” Of course, all I had to do was look at JJ and I forgot all of that.

He pulled me next to him, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deeply. I melted into his arms as the warm water bubbled around us. His hands wandered over my body, as if exploring me for the first time. It wasn’t long before one of his hands slid between my legs and he started slowly teasing my clit, sliding his finger inside me, then teasing my clit again. I moaned softly into his mouth as my hips started rocking and pressing against his hand. It didn’t take long for me to cum because I had been anticipating this moment for days. I could feel him smiling into our kiss as I shuddered.

I reached down and started stroking his rock hard cock. It was his turn. I had been daydreaming about straddling him in the hot tub and riding him slowly for a long time, holding on to the edge with my feet up on the side wall of the tub for leverage.  This was my chance. I straddled him…and that’s when I realized how shallow this tub really was.  In fact, it was like a regular home Jacuzzi tub – nice and wide, but fairly shallow.  That’s ok, I though, not a problem. I lowered myself onto his cock.  Damn, he felt so good entering me.  I don’t think I’ll ever get over loving that moment of initial penetration with him. My focus was off the shallowness of the tub and back on his gorgeous cock, where it belonged.  I started moving on him and watching his face.  He moaned.  I kissed him, and grabbed onto the edge of the tub behind him. Whoops! My hands slipped right off.  I grabbed the edge again.  Slipped again. WTF?! The fiberglass edges were really slippery; there was nothing to grab onto. I held onto his shoulders instead.  Mmmm….nice. He has such strong shoulders. I started fucking him faster now, and a little wave stared building in that stupid narrow tub. Swish, swish.  It got bigger and faster.  Swish, swish, swish, swish. I thought, really?  This is how it’s gonna be?

Enough.  You know this was a serious distraction for me because I would never stop in the middle of “the act” if it weren’t.

I said, “Let’s get out of the tub, ok?”

“Sure,” said JJ (he’s always so sweet and accommodating), “Let’s try the sauna!”

We carefully stepped out of the tub and went into the sauna.  JJ sat on the bench and I stood in front of him, leaning over slightly to kiss him. He pulled me close again.  This was much better. He kissed my breast.  I ran my fingers through his hair. Then he kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “I want to cum in your mouth.” Mmmmm….  I suspect many women would not love to hear those words, but whispered in the sexy and sultry way that JJ whispers them, I couldn’t slide to my knees fast enough.

I took his cock deeply into my mouth on the first stroke, listening to him moan as the head hit the back of my throat. I felt his hand on my head guiding me as I started sucking him slowly. I felt him get harder. He stopped me at one point and told me how he wanted me to do it.  I was so grateful for that because I asked him to tell me when he wanted something specific. That is so much nicer than trying out a bunch of things hoping I hit on the one particular thing that really makes him crazy.  I followed his direction as best I could, and I knew I was on the right track as he started thrusting his cock upward into my mouth and holding my head down and steady.  Nice. I heard him say that he was close, so I focused….tightened my lips, sucked harder, faster…. He groaned loudly as he exploded into my mouth.  I swallowed….again ….again….keeping his cock in my mouth until I was certain he was ready for me to remove it.  I lovingly licked and kissed it as he leaned back and caught his breath, stroking my hair gently.

I stood up and turned on the shower (also in the sauna, just a couple of steps away). I turned the water on to cool and stepped under in. Ahhhhh… felt amazing after enduring the extreme heat and humidity of the sauna.  JJ joined me. I put some soap in my hand and started soaping up his  chest and shoulders. I chuckled at myself because washing him gave me a good excuse to touch him, as if I needed an excuse. I washed him, he washed me.  Then we stepped out of the shower and dried off and moved to the futon.

We rested there for awhile just talking, kissing, touching each other. Ok, I thought, now I feel like I’m at a spa. JJ suggested I write a review of the spa for Prowling with Kat.  I agreed that was a good idea so we started discussing the various features of the place, and what we liked and didn’t like.

We kept kissing each other in between sentences as we talked – that’s one of the things I absolutely love about him – and it wasn’t very long before he was hard and ready go again. I reached down and started stroking him. He asked me what I wanted.

“You know what I want,” I cooed.

“Tell me,” he demanded quietly.

“I want your cock inside me,” I replied.

“How?” he asked.

I rolled over and got up onto my knees and leaned forward onto my forearms.  JJ smiled.

He moved behind me, grabbed my hips, and pressed his cock inside me as he pulled me back onto him. I gasped and pressed back against him. There’s that amazing feeling again. I moved with him for awhile until he just took over control and started fucking me hard and fast. I grabbed the edge of the mattress to hold on, trying to push back against him as he pounded me, pushing me forward with each thrust.

The wonderful part about being with someone over time is that you get to know each other, and JJ definitely knew exactly the spot to hit as he fucked me. I started to squeal and shake.

“Cum for me, Baby,” he said breathlessly.

Then he did something he hadn’t done before.  He brought his hand down hard on my ass, spanking me. That’s all it took.  I came hard - moaning, squirming and shaking.  He groaned and then I felt his fingers tighten on my hips, digging into my skin as he initiated one last flurry of thrusts before exploding into me. He held me on him like that for a while as we both enjoyed every last pulsing sensation.

He finally released me and reclined next to me. We kissed, then we just laid there, holding hands and catching our breath.

A woman’s voice interrupted the soothing sound of the music and we rested in silence, “This is a courtesy notice.  You have 15 minutes remaining.”

We both groaned.  Ok, he groaned.  I whined.  Was our time over already?  How come it always went by so quickly when we were together. The difference was that this time, we didn’t have to leave each other.  Sure, we had to get up and get dressed and leave the spa, but we still had 20 hours of our 24 hour date left.

This was only the beginning….

This is the first in a three-part series.  The remaining posts in the series are:

Hours 5-16 of My 24 Hours Date with JJ

Hours 17-24 of My 24 Hour Date with JJ

Friday, June 24, 2011

Fantasy Friday - Another HOT Guest Post by SomewhereMan

SomewhereMan has been kind enough to share another amazing story with us for Fantasy Friday. Yes, it's long, but I guarantee you that it's worth every moment of your time, so settle in with your favorite cool drink and enjoy it.

SomewhereMan has also started his own blog! My One Wild Year is his account of his infidelity adventures. Please do yoruself a favor and take a look, then follow.

For now, enjoy this week Fantasy Friday post, set in Banff, Alberta.


"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Kat shouted under the house music thumping, pulsating inside the night club.

Clark shook his head and glared back.  After all, everything he had to say was so damn important.  And always so urgent that she needed to hear it.

Actually, the fact that the beautiful Kat always listened and always cared was why he was so attracted to her.  Sure, her body was compatible with his and their lovemaking was always passionate, tight and aggressive but it was also tender and patient.

All of the times they had made love were never rushed...never quickies... a real challenge given their situations.

The beads of sweat had been dripping down the side of Clark's face for two hours.  He looked at his watch.  1:30 AM on Sunday morning after they had been dancin' at the Hoodoo Lounge (a real place), the hottest dance club in Banff, right off Caribou Street.  Strobe lights flickered and a steam machine blurred the room a bit.

Clark sighed and took a final lunge at her delicate ear.


Kat rolled her eyes and shook her head 'no'.  She puckered her lips.

Clark leaned in and pushed, gently, his sweaty lips onto hers.  Kat's moist hands grabbed his sweaty cheek bones as their tongues mashed lightly.  With their eyes closed, K and C felt like the only two people on the dance floor, completely oblivious to the other 200 people crammed into this tiny room.

She now leaned in... "I want you...  NOW!"

Startled, Clark looked her in the eyes.  "HERE?"

Kat learned back in.  "I don't care where.  I want you...NOW.  MAKE IT HAPPEN!"

Author's Note.

Play the songs as you read the story...:

Kat and Clark had touched each other a little throughout the three hours at the Hoo Doo.  Yet they wanted the anticipation to build and to foster for when they would, finally, have their moment of satisfaction.

Clark had already burned through his four White Russians since they got there at 10 o'clock.  Enough for a slight buzz but not enough to take away from what he really wanted out of the night.  To feel her, to love her, to satisfy her, to make her toes curl... her insides hum... and her passion to overflow all throughout every cell of her very being.

Hearing Kat say that she wanted him now sent his brain into a flurry of activity.  What are my options?  Where could I take a woman this beautiful?  No, not to a bathroom for a quickie.  That is so 1985 and, besides, they don't do quickies.  Kat and Clark make love.  They do it right.   As Barry White said... "I'm gonna make ya feel... like ya wanna feel."

"LET'S GO.  TRUST ME!"  Clark called out to her, who flashed her traffic-stopping smile that told him... 'yeah, ya buffoon, I've been wet and ready for an hour now and I've watched you try and dance like you're all hot stuff'.

He reached out for Kat's welcome hand and guided her amid the mob of people jamming away.  Clark felt like the oldest dude in the joint but that was okay.

Clark glanced back at her, smiling with confidence in her black, sleeveless top, with silver accents. 

I'm the oldest dude but I've got my arms on the hottest girl in the joint.

Kat was so beautiful - curvy in all the right places - so confident and carried herself with such poise that she was so incredibly sexy.

They pushed out onto the sidewalk just as the rain drops of Banff pelted them. 

"Here," Clark said, peeling off his purple, long-sleeved dress shirt, revealing his navy blue t-shirt was, admittedly, was a bit drenched in sweat.  "Take my shirt."

"No, Sweetie," Kat said, shrugging it off.  "I don't need it."

"Please.  I insist.  We only have two blocks to the International.  Let's cool off for two blocks and I'll get you warm again.  I promise..."

Clark, guiding Kat with his hand, led her under the awnings on the street to shield them from the raindrops.  When they had to cross a street, they ran -- he in his size 15 black shoes and she in her size 6 heels.

The people on the street melted away in the final strides to their hotel.  The chills of the September wind blew through them, drying up the sweat that had built up from their hours of grooving at the Hoo Doo.

"The elevators are this way," Kat said, trying to pull Clark's hand to the right.

"We're not going to the elevators, Beautiful..."

A new song...


"Why are we going to the pool?" Kat whined a little.  "Let's go upstairs and make love overlooking the city."

Clark stopped, in stride and looked her in the eye, in all serious.  "We'll do that.  In an hour.  But first... join one."

He wanted to be all bold, after walking through the lobby, hand in hand to the pool area and open up one of the four small sauna rooms off the corridor that led to the pool. 

Clark reached the first one.  Locked.

Second one.  Locked.

Third one was slightly ajar.  Clark giggled the door and it opened, the light bulb still on.  "It's 2 in the morning.  Let's live a little..."

He closed the door, smiled at Kat, who placed her head on his shoulder.  "I'm so ready for you, sexy Clark," she cooed.

Clark took his left hand and, lightly, squeezed her chin, placing his lips on hers as they kissed, deeply, their hands starting to explore their bodies.  He felt her smooth skin, now with the sweat and the smoke from the club dried off.  The rain had washed it away.

He pulled himself away, hard as it was, for a second to twist the wall knob to get the sauna steam going.  They both could see the heat fogging up the glass door to, once again, give them the privacy they so craved -- just as Clark's hands were running over her chest, cupping her perfect, firm breasts underneath her bra.

Kat shot out a short breath as her insides were firing up and stirring again.  She reached down to run her hands underneath the waist line of his tight, leather pants.  Clark jumped up at the feeling of her squeezing his ass, her unpredictable hands sending all the blood into his body right to the growing bulge in his tight pants...

"Hot and Steamin' Kat, I must relax you.  I mean...totally relax you."


Another song:

"Let me put my hand..." Clark said in his deep voice, placing a curious hand on her black, skintight

pants, right where her legs come together. warm.  "...right there."

With her eyes closed, Kat smirked and reached back to kiss him some more.  "I want to make you come like you've never come before.  Ever."

"But you know the rule, luv." Clark said.  "You come first."

"That is always such a turn on."

Clark peeled off her silver and black top, running his hands underneath her shiny, black bra to reveal those perfect breasts.  Now moving behind her, his growing shaft pressing against her backside, Clark rubbed the bottom of her breasts, offering a striking pinch to each nipple as he kissed her neck.  Clark felt her flawless, blonde hair -- and it smelled incredible -- flowing around his face, tickling a little bit but feeling right.

As he moved his tongue all over her neck and shoulders, teasing her breasts with his fingers, Clark crouched to offer Kat an unplanned back massage to work out any tension from the trip so far.  They had just gotten to Banff eight hours before and had not taken the proper time to make love like they wanted to. 

Now it was their time -- their moment...and Kat and Clark wanted the moment to feel like it was going to last forever.

His tongue slid down her spinal cord, finally stopping as his hands reached her tight pants.  He reached in, feeling her bare ass and peeled the pants down, almost like unrolling a knee-high sock.  He could already tell that Kat was so wet from the buildup that his tongue dropped to her inner left high, licking up...inch... by inch... until reaching the fabric of her moist, red thong. 

"Take it off with your teeth," Kat said as steam now filled the room from the sauna.

"Anything you like, Sweet K..."

Play THIS song...


The steam from the sauna now made his clothes feel so restricting, almost like being claustrophobic.  But this was her moment.  He would wait.  Kat needed to get off first.

From his knees, Clark held on to her hips as he wheeled around to be in front of her.  Kissing just under her belly button, Clark ran his tongue down to meet the red fabric of her thong, just above her wet and ready pussy.

Holding on to the sides of the thong, his teeth grabbed the thong and he, slowly, pulled the thong off, tasting a glimpse of her pussy as the red fabric dropped to the floor.

She stood, all of her perfect frame, over him.  He looked up to see the steam filling the top half of the room.  Clark still had his t-shirt and pants on but Sweet C only wore her smile and her undeniable beauty.

With his hands cupping her ass, Clark guided his tongue to taste her pussy lips.  So hot, so open after hours of teasing, so tasty as her love juice was already overflowing.

He had captivated her, many times, with his tongue alphabet.  He would employ that tactic again.  Why not...she always came before he ever got to the letter 'V'.  His right hand left Kat's ass as he inserted an index finger inside of her.

"Oooohhhh," she grunted as the finger explored her tight circle .

"B".... "C".... "D".... the letters came, one after the other.  Kat's hands dug further and further into his skull, her sharp nails stimulating Clark even more.  He was rock hard now, knowing that, each time she grabbed his scalp, she was riding the waves of his stimulation.

"I'm going to come... I swear... I'm going to come," Kat said as Clark was stuck on 'H'.  He might not even have to get to "Q", the best letter of the tongue alphabet...  "Don't stop.  Just like that."

A second finger joined the first as the walls of her pussy grabbed the fingers, tightening them and then releasing... more tightening...and another release.  Kat stopped breathing for a few seconds before gasping for a deep breath.

She wouldn't last much longer now.  Kat lifted up her right foot to place it on the sauna bench, giving Clark a little more room for his tongue and fingers to help her moist region reach the climax she longed for.

"YES!" Sweet Kat screamed, pushing his collar bone as the come had finally arrived.  "OOOOOOHHHHHHHH..."

Her pussy exploding with the release, Clark tasted every drop that came out, savoring the taste, the scent and just how hot Kat was whenever she came. 

She finally started catching her breath again.  Clark pulled back and stood up, looking at her and kissing her tongue, with his... Kat had never felt as close to a man as she had at that exact moment.

"I want your cock in my mouth," Sweet Kat said.

A song..


Clark peeled off his soaked shirt and took in one final look at Kat's naked, quivering and glistening body.  Sooo beautiful... he felt so lucky to be with her.  Especially like this.

Kat reached into his leather pants and pulled them down fast, like a kid at Christmas opening a present.  Now with his bulging cock at its full 7.75", she took his shaft into her mouth.  Tugging at the balls with one hand, she squeezed his base and her delectable and tasty tongue swirled over his shaft.

"You have no idea how this feels..." Clark moaned.

Maybe she did have some idea.  Clark always hoped that her orgasms were as satisfying as his.  Sexy Kat was a superb lover, giving but never afraid the receive the best.

After all of the anticipation, Clark knew he wouldn't last long either.  Not with a woman this beautiful bobbing and sucking him.  If he didn't do something about it, he would come in about 30 seconds.

"I'm ready," he said.  "Are you?"

Clark could stand there and let her lick him for hours, if only he could hold out.  But he just knew that wasn't going to happen...

"Put it in," she cooed.

She sat on the wooden bench, placing a towel for her comfort as he reached down to kiss her on the lips away.  Feeling her pussy with his fingers, he found it still moist and ready for his full-sized cock.

While kissing her and holding one of her hands, Clark eased his dick into her quivering pussy, guiding it all the way in to even feel her back walls.  Mmmmmmm... what a feeling.  Now this was where he could stay for an hour.

He swirled his cock inside of her, hitting all of the passion points in her pussy.  Kat's front teeth bit her bottom lip with each thrust as he felt her "lower lips" wrap around his cock so tight.  Dang, she was tight...always.  And it felt so good.

The buildup was already growing in his cock as his love juice had flowed out of his balls into the base of his cock.  Think about something else, Clark tried to tell himself.  Something else.

"This better than watching the Giants, Kat?"

"Yeah..." she moaned.

"Better than the 49ers?"

"Oh Yeah..."

"Especially when Steve Young was under center?"

"Oh...yeah..." she begged.

That brought him some more time.

"May I go behind you?" Clark asked.

"DO IT NOW!" Sweet K said back.

Clark got up, still with a full-sized erection and with a hand to guide Kat up to her feet.  She stood in front of him before bending over to reach the bench.  Clark reached in and spread her ass cheeks, with care, so allow his cock to offer them both maximum pleasure.

"OOOHHH," they both groaned as his dick filled her pussy from behind.

Clark looked down at this most spectacular site.  She had a perfect ass and she was allowing him to rub up against it, with each thrust.  He kept one hand on her left hip for guidance and let the other fingers play with her clit, on a reach around...even playing around with her delicate ass. 

By now, Clark was driving with his shaft like a tender jackhammer, with a consistent pace.





It was as if they were not only exchanging love but also the sweat of the steamy sauna brought them together as one.  The buildup was growing once again, from his base to the shaft.

"Ride me, Hot Kat...ride me..."

"I'd...never ask," Kat shouted before grabbing her hair.

Clark laid down on the floor, unable to even see the ceiling tiles because of the steam.  Kat smiled at him and eased her hot pussy on top of his erect cock.  They kept eye contact as she started riding him.

Her hands on his chest and one of his fingers rubbed her clit in the same rhythm of their thrusting.  Now Sweet K controlled the tempo, riding up and down...up and down.

"Oh, I'm going to come again," Kat said.

Yes, it was time for her "one moment in time".  A second climax...which was good as Clark had been on the brink of coming for so, so long.

He felt her walls quiver on his cock as he reached her second zenith of the evening.  His own orgasm had now built up, all the way, in his tip.  He was going to come all over.  No going back now.  Not at all.

Kat took a deep, post-climax breath and smiled, looking deep into his eyes.

"Just a few more seconds," Clark said.

"I want to watch you come."

Sexy Kat slid off his cock and reached down to stroke it with her hand.  She sucked on the tip and could feel all of the come about to finally get released.

Pulling her mouth out, she could tell that Clark was about to explode all over the room.

His orgasm was powerful, the first burst shooting about two feet into the air and the next six bursts spilling all over her hand and his chest.

She giggled as it was now Clark's turn to try and catch his breath.  Kat licked some of the come off his the well-worn head of his shrinking cock. 

"That tickles!" Clark said with a playful hint of "do whatever you want, hot Kat.  You're so beautiful.".

Kat edged up and collapsed on his chest, kissing his lips.

"We can just stay here tonight.  Forget the room."

Late HNT - Which Gift DId Daddy Choose?

Happy HNT, Prowlers....a day late. I was a bit occupied over the last couple of days (you'll read about some of it this weekend) so I didn't get a chance to post Cara's lovely HNT pic for this week.  To make it up for you, we have two to share with you, both celebrating Father's Day.

Don't forget to comment and let Cara know what you think!

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

TMI Tuesday with DauntlessD 6/21/11

1. How many states have you had sex in? How many countries? Yes, Oral counts! All sex acts– penetrative or not– are sex.

2 Countries, USA and Mexico, and 3 States, California, Nevada and Arizona.

2. What do you think is the sexiest piece of clothing a man/women wears on a daily basis? e.g., bra, jeans, sundress, dress shirt, etc.

Daily? Does Sundress classify as daily? Ok, back to the question. I tend to be an ass and leg guy so for daily would have to say panties. From the thong to those lacy little hip ones when they look nice framing all the naughty bits it makes me weak in the knees. Oh, this question has my mind swirling with images! Thigh-high stockings oooh I love those too! catching a glimpse of the lacy top of thigh-highs will turn me into a stuttering fool. Now if Sundresses do classify as daily, whoa, they can be incredible. Sheesh, who am I kidding, I just love women both in and out clothes!

3. Would you date yourself? Why or why not?

This is a really an interesting question. I will answer it as honestly as I can and maybe Kat can comment on my answer. I believe I am one of those kind of people where there is more than meets the eye. I am a fairly deep and thoughtful person and it takes me a bit of time to open up, but when I do I believe most find I have a good sense of humor and am compassionate and loyal. So Yes, I would date myself.

4. Which muscle do you work the hardest: brain, heart, mouth?

The above are actually in order for me. I work my brain the hardest, followed by my heart and my mouth is a pretty distant last. Often I can over think things. This is another question I'm sure Kat can dish on, she knows me quiet well.

5. Fill-in the blank: I’m a total priss when it comes to _____ .

Every time there is at least one question that I find difficult to answer. Hmm... what will make me scream like an eight year old girl... I suppose seeing limbs pointing at angles they shouldn't be. Or seeing children being hurt... I'm not sure if this is what this question was after though...

Bonus: Describe your darkest fantasy.

Ah the dark fantasy... Not long ago Kat and I were reading Training to Pleasure together. In the book the main male character's would-be sub is given a torc. The description of it resembled something like this:

However the band was more malleable and the balls were of disproportionate and appropriate sizes for their -- to put it politely -- feminine insertion points. I found the thought of gifting this piece of jewelry to a woman, and her willingness to wear it for me incredibly arousing. A little chain with an inscribed tag would also be lovely. Leave a comment if you know where something like this can be purchased.

As always many thanks to the TMI Tuesday Blog for the great questions.

Monday, June 20, 2011

The Drink and Dial Technique

I would imagine most of us have had this experience. You are out late having a good time with friends then you get home alone. Your mind is pitched to and fro like a small boat in an ocean storm. The lingering alcohol in your veins makes you muddled and you steer toward more primal waters. Your body’s libidinous swells batter the small craft. Desperately you look for something your mind can anchor to. Then it happens. A thought -- one that was deeply buried -- suddenly seems like a good idea. It beckons. You grab on to it. You Drink and Dial.

For those that don't know, the term Drink and Dial was popularized by the movie Sideways; a movie I enjoyed quite a lot by the way. In it the character Miles, a morose would be writer, has too much to drink and calls his ex-wife. Usually these scenarios go sour and you regret what you have done later. However I was saved!

In case you haven’t noticed ol’ DauntlessD has been a little scarce as of late. The late spring months kicked off and had me insanely busy in part preparing for a trip to South America -- in fact it’s from there I write this post. It had been some time since I had been out to visit family and an impromptu party was thrown. It was a wonderful time and yes, I had a bit too much to drink.

I was surrounded by attractive women and many had no blood relation; girlfriends and wives etc. But even in my inebriated state I wasn’t going to cause that kind of scandal -- they’re family! The evening wraps up and I wander to my room. I’m alone feeling happy, loose and... randy.

Sigh, what’s a guy to do? So I contact Kat via IM hoping to kill time until I feel tired. We have a nice chat -- at least I did; she had to ride the surf of my tipsy brain. Finally I’m tired and I tell her I’m going to bed. Then it happens... I Drink and Dial... BUT It’s Ashley Madison I dial!

My busy schedule had crowded out my Prowling as of late. It had been some time since I had actively done anything with Ashley Madison. I logon and hit the search. I was feeling a bit surly. I really didn’t feel like working too hard on my notes. On the first message I forget to un-check the Priority Mail; something I never do. I was off my game, rusty. I fire off two more and they all say about the same thing. Paraphrased: “Hey it’s me, but I doubt your very serious. bleh.” And wouldn’t you know it? Positive responses come back. I guess I should be a little surly more often. Although I hadn’t planned on sending any Ashley Madison notes my Drinking and Dialing seems to have worked out. I’ll be back home in roughly a week with some promise on the horizon.

So in light of this I propose that Ashley Madison should change their slogan to: Life is short, Drink and Dial Your Way to an Affair.

I Love Fish Tacos...and I Can't Stop...and I Don't Want To

Let me begin by clarifying that I really am talking about fish tacos here.  Corn tortillas with fish, lettuce, tomatoes, etc. I am not using fish tacos as a euphemism for lesbian sex, so all of you boys who are out there giggling about the sexual implications of the term can focus now. There is a point for you that applies to the prowling life, but you must stay with me.

As I was saying, I love fish tacos. I live close to both the coast and the Delta region of northern California so it's the perfect place to be a fish taco lover.  In fact, I get into a rut sometimes and I can't seem to order anything but fish tacos.

Recently DauntlessD started making fun of me because we'd go out for lunch (something we like to do regularly) and no matter where we went, I'd order fish tacos.  Seafood place?  Obviously.  Mexican place? Fish tacos. California cuisine? Fish tacos. In fact, he taunted me so much about not experiencing enough variety that once we went out and I intentionally did not order fish tacos, even though I wanted to. DauntlessD's taunting is very low key, but it grates on you like steel wool on porcelain. You'll do just about anything to make it stop.  So, even though I wanted what I wanted, I opted for variety just for the sake of variety, and a little peace. You know what happened?  He ordered fish tacos! Then he ate them in front of me and talked about how good they were. It was wrong. Very wrong.

However, I digress...again.....

The point is that I found something I liked and I let someone else influence me into choosing variety instead. In reality, I love variety (if you don't know that, you haven't been reading here very long), but sometimes I also love the stability of sticking with something (or someone) I really like.

There's a concept out there in the dating and cheating world called "one-itis."  The idea is that you're not supposed to stick with just one woman (or man)  because it leads to dependence, and it sends a message that you're either easily manipulated or you're not good enough to attract multiple mates.  Those who argue against one-itis say that women are more attracted to men who are attractive to other women, and a woman will find you much more desirable if you make it clear that you have other options.

But what if you really, really like one better than the others? What if, after trying the variety, you decide that the one you have found is the one you want to keep fucking over and over again and that you don't want to spend much (or any) time with the others? Should you keep seeing others just because of the theory of one-itis? Or should you quit hunting and focus on your fish taco, er, I mean, the one you like the best?

Repeating encounters a lot with one person can mean one of two things.  Either you're on your way to digging a rut for yourself because you just don't want to expend the energy to find other partners (Gee, sounds like your marriage, huh?). Or maybe it means that you actually found something very special and you should just go with it. Enjoy it for what it is as long as you can.

I've done a lot of prowling.  I've met many men over the years.  In fact, I have met enough to know when I have a special one within my grasp, or in my bed. So why should I keep looking just so the one I have will stay aware that I am desirable to others? As long as he is behaving well, what is wrong with being content?

There is nothing wrong with being content.

I'm going to stick with the honey I have come to love as long as it works for us (which I expect to be a long time). I don't particularly care how others perceive it.

And the next time DauntlessD and I go to lunch, I don't care what he says or how much grief he gives me.  I'm going to order fish tacos....because I love them.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

10 Secrets about Kat

As you might imagine, there are many things about my life, even my prowling life, that I choose not to publish here.  But every now and then it can be fun to give you a little peek behind the silk curtain, so here are 10 secrets that few people know about me:

1. I don't own a pair of white panties or a white bra. White underwear is for little girls, old women, nuns, and Mormons. 

2. My first encounter from AM was with a man traveling on business. It was a wonderful and very satisfying one night stand. No, I don't remember his name. Does it matter?

3. I do not publish the details of every sexual encounter. Some experiences are just too special to be shared. Others are not special enough.

4. Not all of my encounters with men from AM have been positive (although most have been great!).  One was pretty creepy. Another became violent. And I've had to deal with flakes like just about everyone else. I am very grateful not to be out "on the open market" anymore. It's scary out there.

5. One of my fantasies is to have wild, outdoor sex with a biker guy. Oh, I've had sex with men who have bikes. In fact, DauntlessD looks pretty hot in leather. But I'm talking about a Jax from Sons of Anarchy bad boy type. 

6.  In spite of my biker fantasy, my real preference is for wickedly smart nerd types. They can carry on a decent conversation and they are wild in bed. 

7. In recent years I have become acutely aware of how quickly time passes, and that has spurred me to focus on "sucking the marrow out of life," so to speak.  ;-)

8. Even though I've prowled around quite a bit over the years, I've only been truly in love with 4 men in my entire life. 

9. There is a man in my life today with whom I would run away right now if he asked, but I know he won't, and that's ok.

10. I really want to get my nipples pierced and get a tattoo, but my husband would be very angry if I did, so I don't.

Did I surprise you with anything or did all of these sound like the Kat you have come to know and love?

Another Favorite Blog to Share...and This Week's Top Posts

Hi, Prowlers!  I have another favorite blog I'd like to share.

Sweet Lust is authored primarily by Heaven, although she co-authors some of her posts with friends. Sweet Lust is a beautiful blog that features erotic poetry and stunning erotic images. The poetry is excellent, and even though I think I've now read everything that has been posted, I find myself going back to read it again, and again. And for you dogs out there who don't care about the poetry, but you want to see skin, the photos will not disappoint you.  In fact, they may even inspire you to read a bit.  Do yourself a favor and take a look.

Now for the most popular Prowling with Kat posts for this week:

HNT - What's on *Your* Table?

Tolerance and Learning from Each Other

10 Tips for Wives to Keep Your Husband from Cheating

Tap. Tap. Is This Thing On?

Wait...Doesn't This Look Familiar?

HNT - Cara on Her Knees...Still

Nature's Cruelest Hoax

Friday, June 17, 2011

America's Favorite Pastime - Part 2

If you yet read Part 1 of America's Favorite Pastime, by SomewhereMan, do yourself a favor and read it.  Then enjoy Part 2....


"These cookies are really good," Kat said, now in the ninth inning, nearly two hours after their encounter in the suite for the garbage company.

They were still able to walk out, undetected, once they got their clothes back on and their blood was redistributed properly throughout their passion-laden and sweaty bodies.

"Are we just going to go home now?" Kat asked, with a voice full of disappointment.

Clark looked around the press box, as most of the writers had already made the long elevator ride to the locker room for the post-game interviews.  That was out for a possibility but Clark still had ideas.  He always had ideas.

Of course, it would help if he asked someone where the damn elevators were.

Another easy save for the Giants, a 5-2 win over Pittsburgh as the final 13 or 14 media members filed out of the press box, leaving Clark and Kat behind, with only the team PR people, stats workers and dining room attendants left.  Another mellow Tuesday night in a press box.

"Let's go," Clark announced.  "But we're not going home."

"Okay.  Surprise me."

They gathered the still useless camera and laptop bags and followed two fat guys who just screamed "newspaper men".  The men looked like they knew were they were going and, sure enough, they went right to the elevator. 

Within sixty seconds, the elevator opened, leaving Kat and Clark in the bowels of AT&T Park.

"Want to see the clubhouse?" Clark asked.

"You have anything better in mind?" Kat asked, resisting the urge to grab his ass while smiling at him.

"Actually...I do."  The Giants' locker room was to their right.  Instead, Clark went to the left.  "This is Pittsburgh.  It'll be deserted over there.  Trust me on this."

Clark explored this concrete tunnel and, at the end of it, spotted a couple of the Pirates stepping on the hard floor, the sound of their cleats booming through the tunnel.

He stopped, just shy of the Pirates' locker room.  "See?  It's deserted.  No media.  Little security.  Follow me.  Look like a professional."

"Oh, whatever," Kat said, giggling and rolling her stunning blue eyes.

A long tunnel awaited, about twenty yards from the Pirates locker room to the playing field itself. 

Clark took the lead, hopping up the steps at the end of the tunnel, into the Pittsburgh dugout.  Baseball dugouts are fairly nasty, with shells and tobacco spit all over.  Even if Kat loved getting fucked from behind, they needed a cleaner place than this.

"What's in here?" Clark asked, stepping back down the stairs to a supply room.  He opened the door and turned on a light.  Towels.  Bats.  Bags. 


"Pirates aren't leaving until tomorrow.  We should be okay... just don't take too long, Beautiful Kat."

Kat nodded, loving the fact that clean white shower towels filled the room amid the extra bats.  Without being prompted, she undid her jeans and even pulled her black top off. 

"May as well go all the way," Kat said, laughing.  "Come on, Clark, don't be shy.  If I'm buck, you should be, too.  We don't have much time!"

Kat took a finger to play with herself as Clark got out of his clothes as fast as he good, hopping on one foot to get his size 15 feet out of the bottom of the jeans.

She made a makeshift "landing spot" for her hands with the towels.

"Inside of me, now... I want you now!"

Clark stroked himself a little more to full size and he was ready for her.  They didn't have much time as this was now, officially, high-risk.  Seeing her beautiful ass as Kat spread her sweet cheeks apart for him made him stay so hard.

He eased into her wet pussy, sliding in slowly, at first, until the tip of his cock reached the back walls of her ready and moist cavity.

In...and out...

Kat bucked with each thrust, swiveling her hips.  "That's SO GOOD!" she moaned between her short breaths now that Clark was filling her with his passion.

Holding on tight to her hips, Clark looks down as his cock would slide in and now he swirled his around her pussy while slipping a finger down to reach her hot clit. 

"Keep doing that," Kat sighed.  "Don't stop."

Two hours since their last encounter in the suite, Clark's cock has fully reloaded.  His eventual and building explosion wouldn't be a tidal wave but it would be even more satisfying because of the mind-blowing woman who wanted nothing more than to fuck him at a Giants game.

A Giants game. 


They heard footsteps...cleats just a few feet away.  Clark pulled out, taking three steps to shut the door to the tunnel that led to the Pittsburgh dugout. 

"Where was I?" Clark mumbled as he put his cock back inside of her.  "Oh, that's right... right here."

By now, Kat has rested her head on the towels, shooting her ass a little higher into the air.  Clark knew she loved doing this -- loved any hot sex from behind as she felt him slapping against her while inside of her, his balls touching her delicate and, now, well-worn clit with each stroke.

Clark looked down at Kat's hands, now clutching the white towels.  Neither of them had much longer before their second hard climaxes of the game.

He closed his eyes, thinking of how lucky he was to have met this Czarina of Hot Blogging, the Beauty of Northern California.  What a lucky man he was.

"OOOH! I'm there!" Kat screamed, as if the climax had kind of snuck up on her and, especially, on him.  Clark felt his cock have a little less room to move as Kat's body exploded with love and passion overflowing throughout her sexy, 5'4" frame.

Now Kat only wore a smile, her sweat and her endless tingles.

Holding her warm body even closer, Clark's balls fired the first burst of cum through his dick, shooting out of the tip and deep within Kat's ready pussy.  He held off the next thrust until a second burst was ready for release.  He stuck his exploding cock deep, deep within her walls, swirling it around inside of her and chills filled his body.

Clark wanted to stay like this for a week, inside of her.

They held each other like this for another 30 seconds.

"You know," Clark said, pulling out and leaning in for a kiss.  "I'm sorry we didn't get to kiss enough."

She kissed him back.  "Oh, that's okay.  Time was of the essence tonight.  That's okay.  Just kiss me for three hours tonight when we get home.  Maybe you'll be ready for a third time."

Kat started to put her black shirt back on.  "Time to go home?"

"Actually not quite yet.  I want to walk onto the field with you?"

"Really?" Kat said.  "That would be great.  Why is that, luv?"

Clark laughed and looked into her eyes.  "I want to take your hand and touch home plate with you.  After what we did here tonight, that only makes sense."

America's Favorite Pastime - Part 1

Welcome to Fantasy Friday!  SomewhereMan's last fantasy (Fantasy in Victoria) was so well received that he has agreed to be a regular contributor to Fantasy Friday for us. You're in for another treat today, Prowlers. I love (yes, love!) this story.  Those of you who have come to know me will know why. Maybe the rest of you should try to guess. ;-)

This story will be posted in two parts.  Part 1 is below.  Part 2 will be posted this afternoon. Be sure to take a few moments to comment and let SomewhereMan what you like best about his fantasy.


"Look indifferent to me, Kat."

"Really?" Kat replied, rolling her blue eyes and offering a sigh.  She hated acting with Clark but knew this was part of the gig.

She frowned and tried to wrinkle her eyebrows.

"There," Clark said.  "That's better.  Look at me like every other woman in my life looks at me.  With unabashed contempt."

Clark stepped away from Kat and walked to the Will Call window at AT&T Park.  Kat had to show some restraint in her attire on this Tuesday night in San Francisco.  Instead of the "little black dress" she preferred when spending her precious and rare free time with this abundant bastion of masculinity, Kat had on a shiny, black workout shirt with long sleeves.  It wasn't unlike something Lara Croft would wear, very tight and very black but not cut so deep in the neck.  Add in tight jeans and black shoes with thick heels and Kat qualified as "casual professional".

Perfect for their mission.

"Should have two passes under Clark von Schumann," Clark said to the will call attendant.  Within seconds, Clark reached under the class window and picked up the yellow envelope.  Two passes dropped out.

Media passes.

The run of the house.

Clark walked away, back to where Kat stood, the sunlight hitting her auburn hair over this early evening hour.   "Okay, now you can look like you dig me again, within reason," Clark said.

"You know I just want to grab your little ass and--"

"And what?" Clark said, tugging at his burnt orange sports jacket, which covered his creme-colored turtleneck and tight jeans.

Kat whispered into his ear.  "And suck your cock during a Giants game.  When the Giants are batting."

"But not when Pittsburgh is up?"

"No, they're terrible.  I want your cock when the home team is waving the wood."

"Alrighty then," Clark said, fighting the blush that filled his face.  A sparse crowd follow them, ninety minutes before the seven o'clock start for a Tuesday night game for the Pirates and Giants.  Even with the World Series title, the Giants wouldn't draw that many people for a mid-week game against Pittsburgh.

Which explained why the Giants gave two working press credentials to Clark and Kat, who were working the game as bloggers and said they were doing a feature on the "game experience" of going to this particular game.  Clark flipped the pass over to see they had post-game locker room access as well.  The full deal.

Clark guided Kat to the turnstiles and the security guards of the media entrance, carrying a laptop on his shoulder as she lugged a small camera bag herself.  Gotta look legitimate.

Especially as what they wanted to do once they got inside the park was far from legitimate.

He waved his pass at an elevator attendant, who waved them into the elevator and told them, "Fourth level for you.  Enjoy the game."


"So how are we going to pull this off again?" Kat said, doing her level best to grab his strong arms and shoulders and start kissing him on the neck.  After all, they were in the press box, a domain of overweight newspaper writers who had bodies carved and sculpted from free cookies, hot dogs and bratwursts.  Clark had been a sportscaster for a decade so he knew how where the access points were and, more importantly, where people would be lurking.

That had SO much to accomplish.

"Until we decide to 'engage' and maybe we'll need to come up with a code word or something, just enjoy dinner and watch the players finish batting practice," Clark told her.

"And we have locker room access?" Kat said, sipping a diet Sprite as they sat in the third row of the press box, looking down on the shadows and sunshine of the bright grass at the field.  "Does that mean I'll look at dicks as well?"

"Not just dicks," Clark said.  "Million dollah dicks.  They are usually still flaccid after playing baseball and taking a shower.  You'll see a lot of giggling.  Baseball players, for whatever reason, just aren't shy about that stuff."

Kat took another sip, smiling at Clark and looking at him -- their collective sets of blue eyes clashing with each other.  "And you really want to sneak away to the clubhouse...during the game?"

"Fortune favors the bold, my sexy Kat.  Always does."

"You know, you always say that but you're, like, the most timid guy I know."

"After tonight, you'll have a different opinion."  Clark pointed behind them, to a set of tables in the back of the press box.  "Go eat a cookie or grab a sandwich.  We'll go down there when it's time."


Kat had now spent an hour waiting... hoping... anticipating that Clark would break out the "code word" for them to leave.  They already had the plan down pat.  Each would grab their shoulder bags and leave, immediately and with purpose.

Her thoughts were consumed with sex.  Hot sex, dripping from every place where the blood would flow to.  Every place.  She thought about taking his shaft deep within her mouth as she loved doing that for a man.  Instead of this, Kat could only watch the top of the second inning.  Still no score as the shadows had now covered the entire field.

"Marichal," Clark finally announced.


"Yes.  Marichal."

The code word was out there.

Clark walked away from his chair in the press box, with purpose, like a 19-year-old buying beer.  Just act like you belong and no one will question you.  Kat followed him out the press box door and into the carpeted corridor.

"I gotta confess," Clark told her.  "I have no idea where to go from here.  Did you see the elevator that'll take us downstairs."

Kat felt nervous and so aroused as they tried to locate the elevator amid the fluorescent lights filling this dark corridor.  No security guards or team personnel were about to guide them.  After all, it was Tuesday and Pittsburgh was in town.

Clark, being the meticulous planner than he is, told her that he wanted to make love to Kat, from behind, while standing on the SF logo that was in the middle of the Giants locker room, during the game.  He didn't know if they'd actually be able to get naked and go that far, with him firing his love juice inside of her while standing on the logo but damned if they wouldn't try.

"Where in the world in the elevator?" Clark said, now getting irritated.  Feeling that he was losing the mood through anger, Clark took a deep breath and then caught an idea.


He had walked past doors and doors of private suites.

"I have an idea." Clark said, looking back into Kat's eyes but not grabbing her hand nor her shoulder, even though he wanted to, desperately.  They had to, at least, appear professional.  He started twisting the knobs of the suites they kept passing in the corridor.  If a suite had the name of a company on the door, he didn't try the knob.  But for the vacant ones, he did.




They approached another suite, marked "Wilson Waste Management".  He heard no signs of life from the other side of the door.  With a gleam in his eye, Clark glanced back at Kat and put his hand on the knob.

It opened.


"Change of plans, Beautiful," he said to Kat.

Still looking to make sure no security guards were watching, Clark opened the door for Kat and they got into the suite.  Looking at the 16 seats and bar area, the room was completely empty.  Clark scanned the top of the walls and the ceiling for any security cameras.  Nothing to see that scared him off.

Clark flicked the lights off, locked the door behind them and said, "if we get caught in here, let's just play dumb."

They dropped their camera and laptop bags and leaned in for a kiss that had been hours in the making.  Not since they were walking back along the Embarcadero three hours before had they been able to embrace like this.  Clark tasted her soft lips, reaching a hand along her side to feel her collar bone underneath the tight, black athletic shirt.  Now her hands were grabbing at the muscles in his back, slipping under the sports jacket and over the light turtleneck on this chilly Tuesday night.

"I want you so bad," Kat said.  "Ever had your cock sucked in a stadium?"

"Only in American League parks."

"You're such a dork," she said, kissing him again, their tongues meshing as their hands were now all over each other.  Clark felt her perfect breasts, teasing the nipples with a light touch over her tight shirt and scanning the band in her jeans.

Kat was already more aggressive, slipping her hands under his jeans, feeling the green, mid-thigh jockeys that covered Clark's tight and muscular ass.

"I'm already wet," she sighed in his ear.  "You won't have to kiss me much longer.  I want to see it.  I want your cock in my mouth."

Kat's right hand was rubbing Clark's throbbing cock, over his tight jeans.  She had already freed the bottom of his turtleneck from his pants.  She ran her hands underneath the shirt, feeling his nearly-chiseled chest and she could even tell his heart was pounding a bit faster than it should.  His torso was warm to the touch, as if his machine was a factory that was already working towards maximum capacity.

"May I?" Kat asked, reaching for his belt buckle and dropping to her knees.

Clark knew just how much Kat loved to give head, especially from her knees as a man stood over her.  Clark loved it, too, and as she freed him from the jeans and the jockeys, he wanted to come up with a way to please her just as much -- especially in this luxury box.

Clark smirked as he saw a bowl of cashews within reach.  He just couldn't resist, reaching over and grabbing a handful of cashews, popping them into his mouth as he felt his erect cock slid into Kat's hot mouth.  This was heaven.

If he turned to watch the game, would that be too much?

Yeah, besides, in a situation like this, men are told to "think about baseball".

No, don't think about baseball, Clark told himself.  Think about this beautiful woman sucking you off in a private suite at a baseball game.

Kat kept a hand cupping his balls and she licked his hard penis, first from the bottom to the tip.  Now her other hand stroked his base while she devoured the head with her tongue.  She knew he loved this and wouldn't last too much longer... whether he was thinking about baseball or not.

Clark wasn't thinking about cashews anymore.  With each stroke, each lick, the cum was building up deeper and deep, from his balls and already filling the base of his full-sized cock.  Kat knew exactly how to make him explode and she was doing it, looking into his eyes from her knees and even humming a little bit -- to add some extra vibration, shooting the sensations all throughout his steamy body.

He wouldn't last long.  Not with all of the anticipation for this moment, all of the planning, the buildup and everything else that made Kat so damn irresistible.

Kat pulled her lips off his cock and started rubbing it so fast, back and forth.  "You're about ready, aren't you?" Kat asked, giggling and looking into his eyes.

"How can you tell?"

"I can feel it on my tongue, shooting up through your cock.  It's about to explode, isn't it?"

Clark didn't answer, as he tried to fight the cum and at least prove that he could hold out a little longer.  But he couldn't.  The urge was too strong.  Kat's beauty too pronounced.  Her skill too effective.

"I want to taste it all," Kat demanded.  "All on my tongue.  All of it."

Hearing those words from a sincere and gorgeous woman did to Clark what it would do to any man at this point.  Drive him wild and to the point of coming so hard.

"ARRRGH," Clark sighed as he shot a thick rope onto Kat's eager tongue.  Tasting the cum, Kat covered his trickling cock with her mouth, tasting every drop and now moving a finger to touch her moist and ready clit.

Shaking the sweat of his sideburns, Clark felt the tingle turn to tickling as Kat's tongue worked over his shrinking cock.  He reached down to kiss Kat on the lips, always a fetish of his, to kiss a woman who had just put in the effort to give him a blow job to remember.

"Now it's your turn, my love," Clark said.  He pointed to the row of seats.  "Go over there and lean over onto the chairs."

Kat smirked at him and followed his suggestion.  She pulled her jeans down, revealing a black and orange thong (Giants colors, she said) and even pulling those down.  Kat placed her two hands on the stadium-style seats, overlooking the field.  Top of the third.  Still no score.

Now Clark had dropped to his knees, setting up behind the Kat, who was dripping wet from her pussy and her ass.  He slid in an index finger into her pussy, exploring her walls and he could already tell she was ready for the middle finger to join.

Kat moaned as he guided the fingers on his right hand inside and out, also rubbing her clit with his right thumb.  As an extra level of attention, Clark guided his tongue to lick the back wall of her pussy, sliding his tongue up to the sensitive skin of her asshole.

She wasn't going to waste any more time trying to get to her moment of sweet release, either.  After all, Kat was in heaven.  She loved watching baseball, loved watching the Giants and also loved having an attentive man stick fingers inside of her wet pussy while giving her a world-class rimjob.  What's not to love.

Clark knew he was having a delightful effect on Kat, who was now slapping the plastic chairs with her hands as her body shook with passion.  It wouldn't be much longer for her, either.  At least Kat had lasted longer than he did.

He was now up to three fingers, moving in and out...and in a clockwise motion...inside of her, while still working the clit with a thumb.  Now Clark was still licking her asshole but also with a pinky finger teasing her anus and sliding in, just a little bit, to tap into the delicate nerves there as well.

With her breathing picking up even more, Kat's pussy walls pulled his three fingers tight.  Clark knew she loved fisting but they didn't have the time and patience here to explore this all the way.  They'd have to make do with this.

The buildup deep within her was now ready for release.  Kat held onto the plastic stadium chairs like a novice water skier trying to just hang on for dear life.  She held her breath for the final journey to Orgasmoville, a delightful place where only tingles are felt and sorrow has no place.

"OOOOHHHH," Kat moaned as her pussy wouldn't let Clark's fingers go.  He, slowly, slid them out...moving his tongue down to lick her wet pussy, not letting a single drop leave his mouth...

Clark heard what he thought was the locked door twist.

"Oh shit, we gotta get dressed," he whispered.


To be continued...

Click here to read Part 2 of America's Favorite Pastime.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

To Make You Feel My Love

When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love

I know you haven't made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
I've known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong

I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling down the avenue
There's nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love

The storms are raging on the rollin' sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain't seen nothing like me yet

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
To make you feel my love

HNT - Cara on Her Knees...Still

This is another variation on last week's HNT pic. I love the fallen bra strap.  Okay, okay, that's not the only thing I love about this pic. What do you think?

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

A Text Exchange with JJ

I had a text exchange with JJ last night. That's not unusual, but I hadn't heard from him throughout the day so I was a little concerned. I'm not sure exactly what I was concerned about. It was late in the evening and I knew he'd be driving home from work late, so I wanted to make sure he was safe. I was also feeling one of those stabs of insecurity that pops up, usually after dark, when I haven't heard from him recently. My brain starts with what I call "the crazy girl talk" - maybe he's tired of me, maybe he's avoiding me, maybe he's just trying to slink away quietly, maybe I've misread the signs.

Usually, when that kind of crazy girl talk gets rolling (which is not very often at all), I'll run it by Cara and she'll say something sweet and reassuring like, "Oh come on. Stop worrying! It's obvious that he loves you. It's written all over his face. Let it go.  You'll hear from him." I feel better and I'm suddenly grateful that I took her to meet JJ. Sometimes, I'll run my crazy girl thinking by Dauntless, who is much less sympathetic.  He says things like, "For godsake, Kat, please don't send him one of those hideous 'why haven't you answered me?' or 'are you ignoring me?' texts that women like to send.  I hate it when women send me those." Check.  That's not my style anyway. Looks too desperate.

Ok, I may be feeling a bit desperate, but I'm grown up enough and Kat enough to know that showing desperation is one of the most unattractive conditions there is.  Confidence is sexy.  Desperate is ugly. And feelings like this pass.  They always do. Confident is my natural state. But this guy......JJ has me a bit off balance.

Then my phone vibrates. I look. It's him.

JJ: I'm on my way home. How are you?

Kat: (trying to sound "text casual") I'm great!  You?

JJ:  I miss you.  I've been thinking of you all day.

Kat: (trying not to smile like a fool because my husband is sitting next to me) You have been on my mind all day, too. (That's the unadulterated truth. I seriously can't get this man off my mind...and I really don't want to.)

JJ: I want you, Baby...can't wait to see you again.

Kat: (letting my guard down) Oh, I can't wait, either! Are we still on for ---day?

JJ:  Of course! Seeing you is the bright spot of my week!

That's it.  I'm putty in his hands again. All defenses are down.

In-between texts I think about our last time together and how good it felt to be in his arms, how being with him erases all the stress in my life and replaces it with contentment, pleasure, joy.

I remember how he holds me close and looks into my eyes as he pleasures me, kissing me deeply as I start to shake. He whispers, "Cum for me." It's definitely a command, but not a command to push me to do something; it's a command to draw me in, to voluntarily surrender myself to him. I can't say anything, except "yes." My body obeys him, though.  My body always obeys him. He kisses me again as I shudder and release.  His arms wrap tighter around me.  I feel perfectly secure.

Kat: How would you feel about getting together tomorrow after work for a cup of coffee?  I know we won't have much time, but I'd love to see you.

JJ:  That would be great!

Kat:  You'll text me when you're done?

JJ: Definitely.

Just seeing him makes me feel good. He makes me laugh. The last time we met for coffee/tea he held my hand the whole time and I felt like a teenager.  And I couldn't take my eyes off him.

I drift again into remembering our time together, and how after I cum he repositions me and presses his hard cock against the tightly closed entrance to my ass. "Lean back and take me in, Baby," he says. Of course I comply. Having me push myself back onto him is partly about his concern for me - letting me control the pace of entry and level of pain - and partly about commanding an act of submission, giving myself to him before he grabs my hips and fucks me forcefully, asserting his dominance (which I love!) and making us one.

JJ: Talking to you yesterday was exactly what I needed to get through that really rough day.

Kat: I'm glad I could help, but I wish I could have done more.  I felt so helpless.

JJ:  Don't.  Just talking to you makes a big difference.

After he cums, we curl up together and talk, about anything and everything.  His work.  My work.  My kids.  His hobbies. His wife.  My husband. Talk about our spouses is never about complaining or whining, just sharing everyday stuff. I can see why he loves her.  I wish I could get to know her. I know he would really enjoy knowing my husband. They are alike in so many ways.  But that is never going to happen.

After talking for awhile, he kisses me again, although we never really stopped kissing.  Our conversation was peppered with kisses. I kissed his shoulder while he talked.  He kissed my neck while I spoke.  I kissed his earlobe.  He kissed my breast. Back and forth sharing our thoughts and bodies at the same time. But this time he kisses me fully, letting his tongue explore my mouth, and I breathe him in.

He repositions and enters me in one slow, deep stroke. I gasp and wrap my legs around him. He stares into my eyes.  I hold his gaze. We start moving together. The transition from conversation to making love is a seamless one, like it's not even two separate things.  It's more like the sex is simply a natural continuation of the conversation.

Kat:  I wish I could see you now.  I really do miss you.

JJ:  Me, too.  You have no idea how much I want you. ---day seems so far away.

JJ: Too bad you can't get out for just a minute tonight.

Kat:  Yeah, I know, but you know I would if I could, right?  You know how I feel about you.

JJ:  Yes, I know. And you know I feel the same way.

Our text conversation continues with some small talk about work about family, both his and mine. Then we exchange more expressions of desire, of concern, of ...well. some things will stay private between us.

We end the conversation and wish each other a good night and restful sleep. I can't even remember now why I was worried.  Everything is fine. No, it's better than fine.  It's terrific.  It's perfect. I can't wait until ---day.