JJ published something on his blog last night (the post is Inhaling an Orgasm) that sparked some memories and left me a little more than moist. OK, I'll admit that I've gone back to read it several times since I first saw it last night.
It occurred to me that he's not the only one who has some hot memories. In fact, on the Sex, Sex, Only Sex page, I share 16 stories of mind-blowing sex with JJ, but there's one I don't think I have shared yet. It's from the early months of our relationship. Actually, there are many I haven't shared yet, but this is the one I'll tell today.
We were both naked and had already finished round one. We were just laying there, talking and laughing like we do, when I was ready to go again, so I asked him to roll over and lay on his belly. I pulled out some massage oil I brought along and drizzled it in a circular pattern on his back. Then I started to slowly rub my hands on his back.
We had done many things in bed, but what I hadn't had a chance to do yet was to really get to know his body. All of it.
As I massaged him, I paid attention.....
Very strong shoulders, sensitive neck...lots of tension there (we'd have to take care of that). I moved from his shoulders down one arm, then the other. Slowly. I was in no rush. After his arms, I went back to his shoulders and started coming down his back again. I asked about a scar. He told the story while I continued to rub.
When he finished the story, I moved down to his buttocks. Very cute butt. Firm. I gently pushed his legs apart a bit so I could kneel between them while I slid one of my fingers around his asshole.... gently, no pressure. I could fell him tightening up, so I slid a hand underneath him and grabbed his cock (very hard again) and stroked him while I leaned over and started licking his asshole - first around the outside, and then sliding my tongue inside him. His moans became louder and I could feel him pumping his hips just a little, not sure if he wanted to pump forward into my hand stroking his cock, or push back against my tongue.
I ignored his movements and continued fucking him with my tongue, squeezing his cock even tighter. When I felt him start to shake, I knew it was time to stop because it simply was not time for him to come yet.
I pulled my hand back and resumed the massage with the back of his thighs - first one, then the other. JJ has unbelievably nice legs. Strong, muscular. Massaging them was a pleasure.
When I got to his feet, I slid off the bed and knelt on the floor. JJ is on his feet all day at work so I took an extra long time with his ankles and feet. As I thoroughly massaged each one, I suckled on his toes, giving each toe plenty of attention.
Then I asked him to roll over onto his back. It was time to go back up. I spend more time on his calves and knees before moving on to his thighs again. While I was working on his legs, I had climbed back up on the bed from the floor, kneeling between his legs again. As I slowly rubbed his upper thighs, I was careful not to touch his cock or his balls, but I leaned over close enough to them that I knew he could feel my breath on his cock which was twitching like it was reaching for me. When he tried to lift his hips to offer his cock to my mouth, I pressed down on his thighs, holding him in place.
No, I thought, we'll get there when I'm ready.
The truth is that I was very ready. I wanted nothing more than to straddle him right there and ride him until we both exploded again, but that wasn't the plan. There was more of him to get to know.....
I moved from between his legs to kneeling beside him so I could continue the massage...I rubbed his belly lightly....then his chest. Very, very nice chest. I sucked and nibbled on his nipples while I worked there. That's how I learned how sensitive they were. Well, I knew that before, but I learned the full extent of it during his massage. I giggled as he moaned and tried to pull away from my mouth. I just kept working.
After massaging his shoulders and arms again from the front, I worked my way back down his chest and climbed between his legs, nudging them apart. I licked his cock very slowly, base to tip, almost like I was licking a lollipop. When I took him into my mouth, I sucked him hungrily, deep and fast, until I felt his hands on my head. He grabbed my hair and pulled me off of him. I looked up at him surprised, but before I knew it, he was on he knees, he had flipped me around and he was entering me from behind.
All of that raw, pent-up energy was released as he fucked me so hard that my knees were lifted up off the bed with each thrust. I held onto the edge of the bed in front of me, trying not to fly off it. His big strong hands grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto him.
I came quickly. He wasn't far behind. I felt his fingers dig into my skin as he came. I started to worry that he might leave bruises (it's really hard to explain finder bruises on your hips. Trust me, I've tried.), but I was still intoxicated from the pleasure rippling through me so I didn't care for very long.
We collapsed on the bed afterwards. Before we met that day, I told him I had a surprise for him. As we lay there I asked him, "Well, did you like your surprise?"
Friday, March 30, 2012
Thursday, March 29, 2012
The Ones Who Broke My Heart ....
I have no idea why I'm writing this post. It's just in me, pushing to come out. Daunt and I were talking about that recently - how sometimes a post just demands to be written, and when that happens it pretty much writes itself.
Here's how it came about for me today. I was thinking about Hubby and our date night today. Then I was thinking about JJ and a really nice text exchange we had earlier today. Then I was reflecting on how much I loved these two men. I love them differently, but they are both very important to me. Then my mind started wandering to the few others I've loved in my life, and how it went with them.
Believe it or not, I've only fallen in love - and I mean head over heals in love - several times in my life. I've had relationships that looked like they were going in that direction, but then something changed before affection was transformed into love.
Real love....for me it's rare, and permanent. I don't think I've ever fallen out of love with anyone I really loved. Sometimes the relationship changed, but the feelings never did for me. Sometimes it just doesn't work out the way you would like, and that can be a good thing. A friendship with someone you love is wonderful.
I definitely love Hubby, and I always will. And I love JJ. There's no doubt about that. I know, though, that there will be a point at which there will be heartbreak with each of them.
One of the things I like to say about marriage is that it never ends well. It always ends in either divorce or death. Well, I don't see divorce in my future with Hubby at all, but I see death on the horizon (hopefully, far away on the horizon), and that sucks.
As for JJ, you know that I've told you that prowling always leads to heartache. It's just a matter of when. But I plan to enjoy JJ for every moment that I can.
There are others, though, who broke my heart along the way (in no particular order):
Matt - Matt was my boyfriend for just a few months in 8th grade. He was the first boy I ever made out with (although not my first kiss). He dumped me for a girl named Gina who was always showing off her precociously big tits by wearing tube tops even though that was clearly against the dress code at school (but I'm not bitter...really, I'm not. LOL). Matt didn't have the nerve to dump me to my face. Instead, he requested our song at a school dance and then danced with her. Then, with everyone watching - looking at them, then at me, then back at them - he kissed her. That's how I found out that we were done. I was completely heartbroken and humiliated. As strange as it sounds, it still stings me a little today.
Webcam Guy - It was a unique relationship. We met on AM, had some sexual encounters, but not many. Mostly, we became very good friends, and it was a friendship that kind of snuck up on me unexpectedly. I shared things with him that I had never told anyone. He meant a lot to me (he still does) and eventually I fell for him. I am pretty sure it was more on the friendship side than the romantic side, but it really doesn't matter because he just cut of all contact with no explanation. A few months later, he gave me a little more of an explanation, but then all contact was cut off again. That one still hurts a lot, especially whenever I drive by where he lives or works. It will probably make more sense if I explain that I don't make friends easily. Oh, I can fuck strangers without a second thought and love it, but actually trust someone with anything that really matters to me? That's extremely rare for me. Close friends worth trusting are hard to find. I still don't get why he would throw that away.
F- I fell for F very early on in our relationship. We enjoyed many of the same things and we wrote an incredible amount of email in the early days. Some of it was fantasy, some was just about life. There was an undeniable connection. We both knew it, and we decided to meet in person a couple of months after we met online. That meeting (in a hotel room, of course) didn't go well - for either of us, I think - but we didn't talk about it afterwards. We just kind of went back to our online relationship, which was great. Both of us had a lot going on in our lives at that time and we didn't really have a chance to meet again. Then, about three or four weeks after our first meeting disaster, I got the email. He didn't want to stick with one person. He wanted to still look around and see who he could find. I was dumped. When I read it, it felt like all of the air had been sucked out of my lungs. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I remember the feeling. It was exactly the feeling I had in 8th grade when I saw Matt kissing Gina on the dance floor. Heartbroken. Humiliated. Rejected. F quickly explained that he still wanted to be friends. So, I was just being dumped as a lover, not as a friend. Well, that's better, I thought. Sort of. I agreed, and we continued the friendship, which is a good thing, of course, but over a year later there are still times when that pain rushes back in. I don't think I'll ever forget being rejected. I try not to let it interfere with our friendship today, but I can't help it sometimes.
Love hurts. The problem is that you can't always tell when it's coming.
Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote in his poem, In Memoriam: 27 (1850)
I love that. It reminds me that I'm not the only one to have loved and lost. My life is richer because of the experiences I've had and the people I've known, especially the ones I've loved. When I think about people who have never known the kind of love that I have, I'm very grateful...even for the ones who broke my heart.
Here's how it came about for me today. I was thinking about Hubby and our date night today. Then I was thinking about JJ and a really nice text exchange we had earlier today. Then I was reflecting on how much I loved these two men. I love them differently, but they are both very important to me. Then my mind started wandering to the few others I've loved in my life, and how it went with them.
Believe it or not, I've only fallen in love - and I mean head over heals in love - several times in my life. I've had relationships that looked like they were going in that direction, but then something changed before affection was transformed into love.
Real love....for me it's rare, and permanent. I don't think I've ever fallen out of love with anyone I really loved. Sometimes the relationship changed, but the feelings never did for me. Sometimes it just doesn't work out the way you would like, and that can be a good thing. A friendship with someone you love is wonderful.
I definitely love Hubby, and I always will. And I love JJ. There's no doubt about that. I know, though, that there will be a point at which there will be heartbreak with each of them.
One of the things I like to say about marriage is that it never ends well. It always ends in either divorce or death. Well, I don't see divorce in my future with Hubby at all, but I see death on the horizon (hopefully, far away on the horizon), and that sucks.
As for JJ, you know that I've told you that prowling always leads to heartache. It's just a matter of when. But I plan to enjoy JJ for every moment that I can.
There are others, though, who broke my heart along the way (in no particular order):
Matt - Matt was my boyfriend for just a few months in 8th grade. He was the first boy I ever made out with (although not my first kiss). He dumped me for a girl named Gina who was always showing off her precociously big tits by wearing tube tops even though that was clearly against the dress code at school (but I'm not bitter...really, I'm not. LOL). Matt didn't have the nerve to dump me to my face. Instead, he requested our song at a school dance and then danced with her. Then, with everyone watching - looking at them, then at me, then back at them - he kissed her. That's how I found out that we were done. I was completely heartbroken and humiliated. As strange as it sounds, it still stings me a little today.
Webcam Guy - It was a unique relationship. We met on AM, had some sexual encounters, but not many. Mostly, we became very good friends, and it was a friendship that kind of snuck up on me unexpectedly. I shared things with him that I had never told anyone. He meant a lot to me (he still does) and eventually I fell for him. I am pretty sure it was more on the friendship side than the romantic side, but it really doesn't matter because he just cut of all contact with no explanation. A few months later, he gave me a little more of an explanation, but then all contact was cut off again. That one still hurts a lot, especially whenever I drive by where he lives or works. It will probably make more sense if I explain that I don't make friends easily. Oh, I can fuck strangers without a second thought and love it, but actually trust someone with anything that really matters to me? That's extremely rare for me. Close friends worth trusting are hard to find. I still don't get why he would throw that away.
F- I fell for F very early on in our relationship. We enjoyed many of the same things and we wrote an incredible amount of email in the early days. Some of it was fantasy, some was just about life. There was an undeniable connection. We both knew it, and we decided to meet in person a couple of months after we met online. That meeting (in a hotel room, of course) didn't go well - for either of us, I think - but we didn't talk about it afterwards. We just kind of went back to our online relationship, which was great. Both of us had a lot going on in our lives at that time and we didn't really have a chance to meet again. Then, about three or four weeks after our first meeting disaster, I got the email. He didn't want to stick with one person. He wanted to still look around and see who he could find. I was dumped. When I read it, it felt like all of the air had been sucked out of my lungs. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I remember the feeling. It was exactly the feeling I had in 8th grade when I saw Matt kissing Gina on the dance floor. Heartbroken. Humiliated. Rejected. F quickly explained that he still wanted to be friends. So, I was just being dumped as a lover, not as a friend. Well, that's better, I thought. Sort of. I agreed, and we continued the friendship, which is a good thing, of course, but over a year later there are still times when that pain rushes back in. I don't think I'll ever forget being rejected. I try not to let it interfere with our friendship today, but I can't help it sometimes.
Love hurts. The problem is that you can't always tell when it's coming.
Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote in his poem, In Memoriam: 27 (1850)
I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
I love that. It reminds me that I'm not the only one to have loved and lost. My life is richer because of the experiences I've had and the people I've known, especially the ones I've loved. When I think about people who have never known the kind of love that I have, I'm very grateful...even for the ones who broke my heart.
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I know. Some of you are reading this and thinking. "That's nice, but when do we get another sex post?!?"
Soon, my impatient prowlers. Soon.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Frustrated Kat
Hubby came to me yesterday with a very concerned look on his face and he asked if we could talk. Those are ominous words. "Can we talk?" Honestly, I wanted to say, "Do we have to?" but what came out of my mouth was, "Of course. What's up?"
I held my breath until I heard him say, "What's wrong? You don't want sex anymore."
First of all, that's how my hubby is. If something is amiss for a week or two, it's "forever." That's the way it will be for the rest of our lives.
Second, I told you yesterday that I've been on a deadline lately. Not only has that work kept me away from you, Prowlers, but it has also been making me get up early and get to bed late. I haven't been home as much, and when I have been home, I've been tired.
But not want sex anymore? Oh, please.
Apparently he noticed that his new-found love of anal has been leaving me...uh....unsatisfied. That's a good sign, but he was concerned because I wasn't pushing for it. The truth is that I have simply been too tired to have that conversation one...more...time.
So, I've been taking care of things myself, if you know what I mean.
I've been pretty open and blunt recently since we got things out on the table, so I just told him the truth - that it has been easier to handle it myself than to negotiate "getting mine" when he has been so happy about exploring anal. However, I added that his selfish sex season would be ending as soon as I got beyond by current deadline.
But he wasn't really concerned about me "getting mine" at all. He wanted to know if I was getting it somewhere else since I wasn't getting it at home. I really wished he would just ask the question straight up, but he didn't, so I threw him a line -
"And no," I said, "I haven't been having sex with anyone else during this period, except myself, of course."
I wanted to scream, "My vagina hasn't felt a live cock for weeks!!!! Ok, 10 days, but it feels like weeks. You have apparently forgotten that I'm female - I might as well be some guy since all you want is my ass, and JJ has been too busy for me lately. And you think I don't want sex???"
But I didn't say any of that. He felt reassured, and it ended there.
Last night, I got us to bed a little early, and I snuggled up against him, kissing his neck, tracing my finger along his inner thigh.
I asked, "So, you implied earlier that you wanted me to be more interested in sex, and I am, so......." I put his hand on my wet pussy to prove it.
And he told me he was tired and not feeling very well.
"Raincheck?" he asked.
"Of course, Honey," I responded.
Then I grabbed Spartacus and headed to the other room.
Yes, I am a frustrated Kat.
I held my breath until I heard him say, "What's wrong? You don't want sex anymore."
First of all, that's how my hubby is. If something is amiss for a week or two, it's "forever." That's the way it will be for the rest of our lives.
Second, I told you yesterday that I've been on a deadline lately. Not only has that work kept me away from you, Prowlers, but it has also been making me get up early and get to bed late. I haven't been home as much, and when I have been home, I've been tired.
But not want sex anymore? Oh, please.
Apparently he noticed that his new-found love of anal has been leaving me...uh....unsatisfied. That's a good sign, but he was concerned because I wasn't pushing for it. The truth is that I have simply been too tired to have that conversation one...more...time.
So, I've been taking care of things myself, if you know what I mean.
I've been pretty open and blunt recently since we got things out on the table, so I just told him the truth - that it has been easier to handle it myself than to negotiate "getting mine" when he has been so happy about exploring anal. However, I added that his selfish sex season would be ending as soon as I got beyond by current deadline.
But he wasn't really concerned about me "getting mine" at all. He wanted to know if I was getting it somewhere else since I wasn't getting it at home. I really wished he would just ask the question straight up, but he didn't, so I threw him a line -
"And no," I said, "I haven't been having sex with anyone else during this period, except myself, of course."
I wanted to scream, "My vagina hasn't felt a live cock for weeks!!!! Ok, 10 days, but it feels like weeks. You have apparently forgotten that I'm female - I might as well be some guy since all you want is my ass, and JJ has been too busy for me lately. And you think I don't want sex???"
But I didn't say any of that. He felt reassured, and it ended there.
Last night, I got us to bed a little early, and I snuggled up against him, kissing his neck, tracing my finger along his inner thigh.
I asked, "So, you implied earlier that you wanted me to be more interested in sex, and I am, so......." I put his hand on my wet pussy to prove it.
And he told me he was tired and not feeling very well.
"Raincheck?" he asked.
"Of course, Honey," I responded.
Then I grabbed Spartacus and headed to the other room.
Yes, I am a frustrated Kat.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Kat's Random Thoughts on a Sunday Afternoon
I'm sorry that I have been so quiet over the past week, Prowlers. I have been on a deadline for work and, because my husband and children like to eat, I was forced to give that my attention. But it doesn't mean I have forgotten you. Au contraire, my friends! You're always on my mind.
....and here's what's on my mind this afternoon.....
Several of you have written asking if there's anything new to report about Young One. Nope. No news. No more contact. Isn't that just the way the young ones are? That's ok. I've got my Sweetie. I'm good.
Speaking of good, the season premier of Mad Men is on tonight. Geez, how long has it been since the last season? A year? 18 months? Like every other woman in the country between puberty and menopause, I have a crush on Don Draper. I would love to have my chance to do the mattress mambo with him. Yes, of course I know he's a fictional character, but that doesn't change anything.
Speaking of fiction (I'm doing my best to make the segues smooth. How am I doin'?), The Hunger Games movie is finally out. I loved the books, and I can't wait to see the movie. I talked with Daunt about going and we thought we'd try to rustle up Cara and Beth and have a PWK night at the movies. Cara says, "Maybe next week." Next week??? What about me says "delayed gratification?" Nothing. Is it not obvious that I'm a Carpe Diem kind of gal?
Speaking of seizing the day, after Hubby discovered last week that he could wake me up with a little anal poking without me going through the roof (read Old Dog. New Trick.), he has become an anal addict.This morning, I was awakened at 5:00 a.m. to that painful little surprise. Let me be clear. I didn't mind the anal sex. I didn't even mind being awakened by a hard cock being forced into my ass (although that will bring you from full asleep to wide awake faster than anything else I know). What I did mind was that it happened at 5:00 a.m.. On a Sunday morning! That's just wrong.
I'll be back posting again this week, Prowlers. Thanks for your patience!
....and here's what's on my mind this afternoon.....
Several of you have written asking if there's anything new to report about Young One. Nope. No news. No more contact. Isn't that just the way the young ones are? That's ok. I've got my Sweetie. I'm good.
Speaking of good, the season premier of Mad Men is on tonight. Geez, how long has it been since the last season? A year? 18 months? Like every other woman in the country between puberty and menopause, I have a crush on Don Draper. I would love to have my chance to do the mattress mambo with him. Yes, of course I know he's a fictional character, but that doesn't change anything.
Speaking of fiction (I'm doing my best to make the segues smooth. How am I doin'?), The Hunger Games movie is finally out. I loved the books, and I can't wait to see the movie. I talked with Daunt about going and we thought we'd try to rustle up Cara and Beth and have a PWK night at the movies. Cara says, "Maybe next week." Next week??? What about me says "delayed gratification?" Nothing. Is it not obvious that I'm a Carpe Diem kind of gal?
Speaking of seizing the day, after Hubby discovered last week that he could wake me up with a little anal poking without me going through the roof (read Old Dog. New Trick.), he has become an anal addict.This morning, I was awakened at 5:00 a.m. to that painful little surprise. Let me be clear. I didn't mind the anal sex. I didn't even mind being awakened by a hard cock being forced into my ass (although that will bring you from full asleep to wide awake faster than anything else I know). What I did mind was that it happened at 5:00 a.m.. On a Sunday morning! That's just wrong.
I'll be back posting again this week, Prowlers. Thanks for your patience!
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Tasting the Young One
I was coming out of a meeting when I got a text message from the Young One. That's not unusual at all. We had been texting for some time. This one said, "Did u miss me?" and it was followed by another. "Can u see me today? I really need it." Keep in mind that Young One and I have never met in person. We've exchanged photos, but that's it, except for a lot of texting. It occurred to me that I'd been chatting with him and yanking on his metaphorical chain for almost 2 months. Maybe it was time to throw him a bone, so to speak.
The timing sucked, of course. Work was busy. Hubby was tracking me very closely. I was struggling with fidelity. But I couldn't deny that this one intrigued me. I have already shared about how tempted I've been.
I asked for his address and he gave me two cross streets. I asked him to be more specific. He laughed and sent his address.
Kat: You're nervous, aren't you? You were expecting me to say no, LOL
(Of course he was shocked that I was actually coming over. I'd been fending off all his best game for two months. He was probably still trying just as a matter of pride.)
Young One: Yeah, a little.
(Then he asked the one question in the world that could have shocked me....)
Young One: What do u wanna do?
(Seriously? What do I wanna do? It made me wonder if this was the same Young One who had been trying to trick me into sex for months. I decided to toss his softball back to him...)
Kat: Honestly, I don't have time for much. Thursday would be a better day for me.
(Ladies, this is a lesson. Always give them an out if they are nervous. If he had gone for Thursday, I would have known that he really was just playing and not ready to really play. That would have been fine, of course. Gentleman, your lesson from this is that not taking charge of the situation could have cost this Young One a world class blow job. My response to "What do u wanna do?" normally would have been, "Nothing. I'm going back to work.")
Young One: You could suck me. :)
(Attaboy! I knew he'd step up to the plate!)
What followed as I was driving over was a discussion about whether or not he really wanted to do this at home. There wasn't much discussion about it. He was good with it so that was that for this time, but generally speaking, I'm not a big fan of fooling around at home - either person's home. It had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with his wife. That was her home. And the one thing that bothered me about my husband's infidelity was that he brought some of the women to our home and they had sex in our bed. Ouch! Not cool at all. So it's something I don't do.
Usually.
Except for that day.
I found his house and walked up to the front door. I could see a shadow of him vaguely through the wrought iron screen door. When he opened the screen door is when I got my first really good look at him.
His photos did not do him justice. Not even close. He was very tall. Hair closely shaved. Muscular. Fit. Lots of tattoos. Stunning, disarming smile. Gorgeous. To be completely honest, he was probably the best looking man I've ever been that close to being with, in a Biblical sense, of course - and I've been with some very good looking men.
I took a deep breath and followed him into the living room.
We sat and chatted. He had a baseball game on, which I told him was a bad idea because if baseball is on TV I have a hard time focusing on anything else. But it was a Dodgers game so it was easy not to watch.
He was nervous. That was obvious. There was small talk. At one point he asked again, "What do you wanna do?" I felt a little sorry for him, but I wasn't going to let him off the hook, so I replied, "I don't know. What do you wanna do." For about 60 seconds I felt like we were in junior high. I hated junior high.
I had just about resigned myself to the fact that we'd watch the game for awhile, chat, and then I'd go back to work. We'd met. He was a genuinely nice guy. It was certainly worth the time to connect, even a platonic connection, with someone I'd been chatting with for a couple of months.
Then he took my hand and put it on his cock, which was growing hard under his shorts. I smiled, thinking "Attaboy!" again as I started stroking him. He was fully hard within 30 seconds. I reached into his shorts so I could really touch him and he pulled his shorts down.
I was trying to be cool, but I think I moaned audibly when I saw it. It was larger than average, both in length and girth. I complimented him on it's size, but he deflected the compliment. Then I thought about his wife again. I thought, he's stunningly gorgeous, kind, smart, charming, and he's got an amazing cock - and she leaves this man alone and ripe for the picking? Someone needs to set her straight.
But I only thought about her for 2 seconds because his cock had my attention again and I knew I needed to suck on it. He had already told me that he had never been able to cum from a blow job, which I found very sad, yet amazing. As y'all know, I pride myself on my oral skills and I took that information as a challenge. Could I succeed where all the younger women had failed? I was fairly confident, but not overly so. Experience makes a huge difference (and I have more experience than most), but some men simply can't cum that way. I decided to just settle into the task and enjoy myself. And that's exactly what I did.
Sucking on a new cock for the first time really is a pleasant experience. It's all about exploration, trying different rhythms and pressures and depths until I find the ones that make him moan - or scream. This can take 30 seconds or 30 minutes. After the exploration phase, when I know exactly what's going to make him cum, we enter the power phase. I pull back a bit, denying him what I know he likes, then giving it back to him, then pulling back again. That's when it's no longer about figuring out how to get there, but being the one who guides him on the journey, the one who decides when he gets to arrive. He can try to guide me with his hands, but I'll only comply if I want to. If not, I can simply stop doing what he wants until he lets go and lets me take over again. No matter how you slice it, the whole BJ situation is my territory and I'm in charge.
I know there are many women who don't enjoy giving head, but they simply don't get it and they haven't had the patience to learn to do it right. A man is rarely more vulnerable than when his cock is in your mouth, and there are few situations in this world in which a woman has so much physical control over a man. The power differential flip-flop can be addicting for some.
Every now and then, I looked up at Young One laying back on his couch. Damn, he was gorgeous from that position, too. He asked what I thought about young cock. I don't even remember my answer, but I'm pretty sure I grunted in the affirmative before diving back down for more. It did cross my mind that that cock would feel incredible in my other two orifices, but I didn't let myself go there. My focus had to be right in front of me.
He leaned forward and reached down my top so he could fondle my breasts. As soon as he touched my nipples I gasped a little and felt my panties get even wetter. It made me a little sad that I'd be leaving there unsatisfied myself, but I figured I'd jump on Hubby when I got home after work, so he'd be happy, too. (See? It's a win-win!)
At one point, Young One asked if we could fuck, but I didn't reply at all. I just kept focused on what I was doing. I suspect he was starting to think it wasn't going to happen, and he wanted to cum. Who can blame him for that? But I knew we were getting close.
I'm not sure exactly how long I'd been snacking on Young One's cock, but I'm pretty sure it was the better part of 30 minutes before I returned to the approach that I knew he liked best. He came hard. I swallowed, several times. I made sure I lapped up the drop that escaped my mouth, then I got up from my knees and sat on the couch next to him.
He was pleased. I was happy that I had accomplished what others hadn't. Okay, so I'm a little competitive. What's wrong with that?
There was a little more small talk, but I knew I had to go, and he had some pressing business, too. I got a nice hug and then left. I drove away smiling, very glad that I took the time for the visit.
The timing sucked, of course. Work was busy. Hubby was tracking me very closely. I was struggling with fidelity. But I couldn't deny that this one intrigued me. I have already shared about how tempted I've been.
I asked for his address and he gave me two cross streets. I asked him to be more specific. He laughed and sent his address.
Kat: You're nervous, aren't you? You were expecting me to say no, LOL
(Of course he was shocked that I was actually coming over. I'd been fending off all his best game for two months. He was probably still trying just as a matter of pride.)
Young One: Yeah, a little.
(Then he asked the one question in the world that could have shocked me....)
Young One: What do u wanna do?
(Seriously? What do I wanna do? It made me wonder if this was the same Young One who had been trying to trick me into sex for months. I decided to toss his softball back to him...)
Kat: Honestly, I don't have time for much. Thursday would be a better day for me.
(Ladies, this is a lesson. Always give them an out if they are nervous. If he had gone for Thursday, I would have known that he really was just playing and not ready to really play. That would have been fine, of course. Gentleman, your lesson from this is that not taking charge of the situation could have cost this Young One a world class blow job. My response to "What do u wanna do?" normally would have been, "Nothing. I'm going back to work.")
Young One: You could suck me. :)
(Attaboy! I knew he'd step up to the plate!)
What followed as I was driving over was a discussion about whether or not he really wanted to do this at home. There wasn't much discussion about it. He was good with it so that was that for this time, but generally speaking, I'm not a big fan of fooling around at home - either person's home. It had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with his wife. That was her home. And the one thing that bothered me about my husband's infidelity was that he brought some of the women to our home and they had sex in our bed. Ouch! Not cool at all. So it's something I don't do.
Usually.
Except for that day.
I found his house and walked up to the front door. I could see a shadow of him vaguely through the wrought iron screen door. When he opened the screen door is when I got my first really good look at him.
His photos did not do him justice. Not even close. He was very tall. Hair closely shaved. Muscular. Fit. Lots of tattoos. Stunning, disarming smile. Gorgeous. To be completely honest, he was probably the best looking man I've ever been that close to being with, in a Biblical sense, of course - and I've been with some very good looking men.
I took a deep breath and followed him into the living room.
We sat and chatted. He had a baseball game on, which I told him was a bad idea because if baseball is on TV I have a hard time focusing on anything else. But it was a Dodgers game so it was easy not to watch.
He was nervous. That was obvious. There was small talk. At one point he asked again, "What do you wanna do?" I felt a little sorry for him, but I wasn't going to let him off the hook, so I replied, "I don't know. What do you wanna do." For about 60 seconds I felt like we were in junior high. I hated junior high.
I had just about resigned myself to the fact that we'd watch the game for awhile, chat, and then I'd go back to work. We'd met. He was a genuinely nice guy. It was certainly worth the time to connect, even a platonic connection, with someone I'd been chatting with for a couple of months.
Then he took my hand and put it on his cock, which was growing hard under his shorts. I smiled, thinking "Attaboy!" again as I started stroking him. He was fully hard within 30 seconds. I reached into his shorts so I could really touch him and he pulled his shorts down.
I was trying to be cool, but I think I moaned audibly when I saw it. It was larger than average, both in length and girth. I complimented him on it's size, but he deflected the compliment. Then I thought about his wife again. I thought, he's stunningly gorgeous, kind, smart, charming, and he's got an amazing cock - and she leaves this man alone and ripe for the picking? Someone needs to set her straight.
But I only thought about her for 2 seconds because his cock had my attention again and I knew I needed to suck on it. He had already told me that he had never been able to cum from a blow job, which I found very sad, yet amazing. As y'all know, I pride myself on my oral skills and I took that information as a challenge. Could I succeed where all the younger women had failed? I was fairly confident, but not overly so. Experience makes a huge difference (and I have more experience than most), but some men simply can't cum that way. I decided to just settle into the task and enjoy myself. And that's exactly what I did.
Sucking on a new cock for the first time really is a pleasant experience. It's all about exploration, trying different rhythms and pressures and depths until I find the ones that make him moan - or scream. This can take 30 seconds or 30 minutes. After the exploration phase, when I know exactly what's going to make him cum, we enter the power phase. I pull back a bit, denying him what I know he likes, then giving it back to him, then pulling back again. That's when it's no longer about figuring out how to get there, but being the one who guides him on the journey, the one who decides when he gets to arrive. He can try to guide me with his hands, but I'll only comply if I want to. If not, I can simply stop doing what he wants until he lets go and lets me take over again. No matter how you slice it, the whole BJ situation is my territory and I'm in charge.
I know there are many women who don't enjoy giving head, but they simply don't get it and they haven't had the patience to learn to do it right. A man is rarely more vulnerable than when his cock is in your mouth, and there are few situations in this world in which a woman has so much physical control over a man. The power differential flip-flop can be addicting for some.
Every now and then, I looked up at Young One laying back on his couch. Damn, he was gorgeous from that position, too. He asked what I thought about young cock. I don't even remember my answer, but I'm pretty sure I grunted in the affirmative before diving back down for more. It did cross my mind that that cock would feel incredible in my other two orifices, but I didn't let myself go there. My focus had to be right in front of me.
He leaned forward and reached down my top so he could fondle my breasts. As soon as he touched my nipples I gasped a little and felt my panties get even wetter. It made me a little sad that I'd be leaving there unsatisfied myself, but I figured I'd jump on Hubby when I got home after work, so he'd be happy, too. (See? It's a win-win!)
At one point, Young One asked if we could fuck, but I didn't reply at all. I just kept focused on what I was doing. I suspect he was starting to think it wasn't going to happen, and he wanted to cum. Who can blame him for that? But I knew we were getting close.
I'm not sure exactly how long I'd been snacking on Young One's cock, but I'm pretty sure it was the better part of 30 minutes before I returned to the approach that I knew he liked best. He came hard. I swallowed, several times. I made sure I lapped up the drop that escaped my mouth, then I got up from my knees and sat on the couch next to him.
He was pleased. I was happy that I had accomplished what others hadn't. Okay, so I'm a little competitive. What's wrong with that?
There was a little more small talk, but I knew I had to go, and he had some pressing business, too. I got a nice hug and then left. I drove away smiling, very glad that I took the time for the visit.
Monday, March 19, 2012
Old Dog. New Trick.
My favorite part about Saturday morning is that I don't have to set my alarm. Even if I have to work, I can usually go in whenever I want to on Saturdays so I can sleep until I wake up. I don't even mind if I'm awakened by kids, just as long as it's not that alarm clock from hell.
I was in dreamland Saturday morning when I felt Hubby snuggle up behind me, spooning me. I didn't open my eyes. I didn't even fully wake up. I just lay there drifting back and forth in that twilight of awareness between sleep and wakefulness. I became aware of Hubby's hand on my breast, but I don't remember him putting it there. Then I felt his hard cock pressing against me, but the meaning of that didn't register with me yet. My brain wasn't fully functioning. I was still more asleep than awake.
He lay there grinding against me for a while and the rhythmic motion put me back to sleep.
I awoke sharply to a piecing jab of pain that sliced through my grogginess. I cried out impulsively and tried to move away, but he reached an arm around my hip and held me in place as he drove his cock into my ass. He kissed the back of my neck as I whimpered for the first few slow strokes. Then I heard him whisper, "Shhhh. You don't want to wake up the boys, do you?" I shook my head.
I could tell that he had applied some lube, and I was grateful for that because I knew the pain would go away quickly. But he was more forceful than usual this time. He was thrusting into me hard, his hold around my hips was so solid that I couldn't move them at all.
As he fucked me harder, he grabbed my hair - HARD - and pulled my head back so he could easily whisper in my ear. Without slowing at all, he asked, "Is this how you like it? Do you like to be taken like a slut?" His grip on my hair was so firm that I couldn't nod my head, I had to speak, but speaking was hard because he was pounding me so hard that I was feeling the vibration from every stroke in my throat.
I took a breath and said, "Yes."
"Good," he replied.
Then he moved faster, harder, sucking on my neck and still holding me securely by the hips and hair so I wasn't a participant; I was a tool for his pleasure.
He bit my neck as he came, and drove his cock as deep as he could into my ass. I squealed but quickly clamped my mouth shut to avoid waking the boys.
When he was finished, he pulled out slowly, and said, "Good morning."
"Good morning," I muttered breathlessly.
"That wasn't too much, was it?" he asked.
Fully awake now, my mind shot to our last counseling session. When asked what I wanted from him in bed, I said that I wanted him to be more forceful, more dominant. The discussion that ensued was about how he really wasn't like that, blah blah blah. Wow, I thought, he really took that to heart, didn't he?
I smiled at him and said, "No, that wasn't too much at all. That was fantastic!"
He smiled broadly. "Great! So now be forewarned. If you face away from me, I'm taking that as an invitation."
He went to the kitchen to get some coffee, and I could hear our youngest jump out of bed and start running toward our room.
I thought, My, my, my. Old dogs really can learn new tricks.
I was in dreamland Saturday morning when I felt Hubby snuggle up behind me, spooning me. I didn't open my eyes. I didn't even fully wake up. I just lay there drifting back and forth in that twilight of awareness between sleep and wakefulness. I became aware of Hubby's hand on my breast, but I don't remember him putting it there. Then I felt his hard cock pressing against me, but the meaning of that didn't register with me yet. My brain wasn't fully functioning. I was still more asleep than awake.
He lay there grinding against me for a while and the rhythmic motion put me back to sleep.
I awoke sharply to a piecing jab of pain that sliced through my grogginess. I cried out impulsively and tried to move away, but he reached an arm around my hip and held me in place as he drove his cock into my ass. He kissed the back of my neck as I whimpered for the first few slow strokes. Then I heard him whisper, "Shhhh. You don't want to wake up the boys, do you?" I shook my head.
I could tell that he had applied some lube, and I was grateful for that because I knew the pain would go away quickly. But he was more forceful than usual this time. He was thrusting into me hard, his hold around my hips was so solid that I couldn't move them at all.
As he fucked me harder, he grabbed my hair - HARD - and pulled my head back so he could easily whisper in my ear. Without slowing at all, he asked, "Is this how you like it? Do you like to be taken like a slut?" His grip on my hair was so firm that I couldn't nod my head, I had to speak, but speaking was hard because he was pounding me so hard that I was feeling the vibration from every stroke in my throat.
I took a breath and said, "Yes."
"Good," he replied.
Then he moved faster, harder, sucking on my neck and still holding me securely by the hips and hair so I wasn't a participant; I was a tool for his pleasure.
He bit my neck as he came, and drove his cock as deep as he could into my ass. I squealed but quickly clamped my mouth shut to avoid waking the boys.
When he was finished, he pulled out slowly, and said, "Good morning."
"Good morning," I muttered breathlessly.
"That wasn't too much, was it?" he asked.
Fully awake now, my mind shot to our last counseling session. When asked what I wanted from him in bed, I said that I wanted him to be more forceful, more dominant. The discussion that ensued was about how he really wasn't like that, blah blah blah. Wow, I thought, he really took that to heart, didn't he?
I smiled at him and said, "No, that wasn't too much at all. That was fantastic!"
He smiled broadly. "Great! So now be forewarned. If you face away from me, I'm taking that as an invitation."
He went to the kitchen to get some coffee, and I could hear our youngest jump out of bed and start running toward our room.
I thought, My, my, my. Old dogs really can learn new tricks.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Playing with Spartacus
Hubby got me a new toy recently. I really like it, and he knows it. I'm a fan of toys that have some multi-functionality built in and this one definitely does.
I like to name my toys (don't you?), and I decided after some deliberation (that included trying it a few times) that I would name this one Spartacus.
Spartacus is one of my favorite series on TV (on STARZ). I love to read historical fiction, so historical fiction on TV is pretty cool, too, but I know I'm not fooling anybody. Sure, I love the plot and the characters, but it's really the gorgeous, muscular, sweaty, half-naked men that keep me coming back week after week. And the beautiful naked women are kinda nice, too.
In the picture on the right, Spartacus is the guy in the front (of course, because the darn show is named after him), but my favorite character is Crixus, the tall, dark and handsome brooding one on the right. I like that he sort of whispers everything, like everything he has to say is really important. I really don't care what he has to say, but it's oh, so sexy.
Past Spartacus episodes clog up a significant percentage of our DVR space, but whenever Hubby goes through to clean out things we don't need anymore, he leaves Spartacus alone. Why? Because he still has vivid memories (and a little knee pain) from the last time he tried to delete Spartacus. I screamed, "Noooooooo," and came flying through the air from across the room to tackle him and get the remote out of his hand. It's a good thing he's a quick learner.
But I digress.....again.....
So, Hubby bought me this cool toy. Here's how the conversation went when I told Hubby the name I had chosen.
Kat: I think I'll call him Spartacus.
Hubby: Spartacus? Why Spartacus?
Kat: Well, he's very pretty, but masculine. He's got more than one trick up his sleeve, I look forward to seeing him, and he gives me great pleasure.
(Hubby laughed.)
Hubby: Ok, and thank you for not naming it JJ.
(We both laughed then. It's really nice that we can both have a sense of humor about this stuff, isn't it?)
Kat: You're welcome, Dear.
I like to name my toys (don't you?), and I decided after some deliberation (that included trying it a few times) that I would name this one Spartacus.
In the picture on the right, Spartacus is the guy in the front (of course, because the darn show is named after him), but my favorite character is Crixus, the tall, dark and handsome brooding one on the right. I like that he sort of whispers everything, like everything he has to say is really important. I really don't care what he has to say, but it's oh, so sexy.
Past Spartacus episodes clog up a significant percentage of our DVR space, but whenever Hubby goes through to clean out things we don't need anymore, he leaves Spartacus alone. Why? Because he still has vivid memories (and a little knee pain) from the last time he tried to delete Spartacus. I screamed, "Noooooooo," and came flying through the air from across the room to tackle him and get the remote out of his hand. It's a good thing he's a quick learner.
But I digress.....again.....
Kat: I think I'll call him Spartacus.
Hubby: Spartacus? Why Spartacus?
Kat: Well, he's very pretty, but masculine. He's got more than one trick up his sleeve, I look forward to seeing him, and he gives me great pleasure.
(Hubby laughed.)
Hubby: Ok, and thank you for not naming it JJ.
(We both laughed then. It's really nice that we can both have a sense of humor about this stuff, isn't it?)
Kat: You're welcome, Dear.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Tempted by a Young One
Here I am, at work, being good, minding my own business and I get a text from Young One. I met Young One on FetLife. He lives just blocks away from here. And he's young. Very young. 27-years-old young.
For those of you having trouble with the math, that makes him 20 years younger than me.
Here's how the conversation started:
Young One: I'm having a horrible day I wish you could get away. I need company.
(Appealing to my care-taking nature. Good move.)
Kat: I'm sorry. What are you having a horrible day? What's up?
Young One: Just one of those days, nothing is going right.
(Careful, Young One. There is a fine line between inspiring care-taking and looking pathetic. Don't cross it.)
We chat about work for a bit and then, 3 hours later.....
Young One: So, can you spare 30 mins today? For a man who is having a bad day?
Kat: I do need a good hard fucking, believe me. But I can't.
(I know, I know. Teasing theanimals young ones isn't nice, but I couldn't resist.)
Young One: If I ever need you, today would be it. Please, darling.
(Uh oh. Sweet talk. Red alert. Temptation level rising.)
Kat: What's going on?
Young One: I just wanna cuddle and talk.
(Uh.....right. I'm simply too old to fall for that, but let's go with it, shall we? By the way, if I were 20 years younger, that may have convinced me.)
Kat: I would love to cuddle and talk, too, but I really have to work.
(One good lie deserves another, right? The lie isn't that I have to work because I do. The lie is that I want to cuddle and talk. If we only have 30 minutes, I wanna fuck.)
Young One: You can't spare 30 minutes?
Kat: No, I really can't.
Young One: I think you can. You just don't wanna.
(Ooooo! Well done, Young One! That's a challenge....)
And so the conversation continues, dancing between discussions of work, and sex, and his attempts to convince me to spare 30 minutes or an hour for....well...you know.
Let me tell you a bit about Young One. You already know his age. He's a veteran, married, has a young child, and he's quite attractive. He's the kind of guy who's not used to being turned down or put off by anyone, but especially not by a woman who is 20 years older than he and not anywhere near as cute as the young girlies he has bedded. In short, Kat is a challenge for him.
Here's my dilemma.... Y'all know I'm attempting to be good, practicing semi-fidelity (I know my anonymous friends will go nuts over that description...go for it, boys) by sticking with Hubby and sometimes JJ. You know I prefer not to play in my neighborhood and that I rarely play with young ones.
But his weeks (yes, weeks) of pursuing me are starting to have an effect. I actually like him. He's very bright, creative, persistent, and gorgeous. What's not to like about that?
So, here's the conversation in my mind....
A quickie wouldn't hurt...but if I have time, I'd rather see JJ....but he's SO hot....but I told Hubby I'd be good.....but I'll bet his young cock gets as hard as granite.....but I really want JJ....but he's so nice--maybe we can meet for coffee or just talk......but we know what will happen if we meet at all, and it won't be just talking.....but I'll bet he has enough stamina to keep going and going and going.....but he lives nearby; that's dangerous.....did I mention that he's hot?.......but Hubby would be devastated if he found out I was screwing a young one.......
And so it goes on and on and on. Everyday, the temptation gets louder and my objections get weaker.
As I write this, this text just came through....
Young One: I want you.
(sigh)
I don't know how long I can hold out. I don't know that I want to. Maybe a little taste of young one is just what I need.
Where's JJ when I need him?
For those of you having trouble with the math, that makes him 20 years younger than me.
Here's how the conversation started:
Young One: I'm having a horrible day I wish you could get away. I need company.
(Appealing to my care-taking nature. Good move.)
Kat: I'm sorry. What are you having a horrible day? What's up?
Young One: Just one of those days, nothing is going right.
(Careful, Young One. There is a fine line between inspiring care-taking and looking pathetic. Don't cross it.)
We chat about work for a bit and then, 3 hours later.....
Young One: So, can you spare 30 mins today? For a man who is having a bad day?
Kat: I do need a good hard fucking, believe me. But I can't.
(I know, I know. Teasing the
Young One: If I ever need you, today would be it. Please, darling.
(Uh oh. Sweet talk. Red alert. Temptation level rising.)
Kat: What's going on?
Young One: I just wanna cuddle and talk.
(Uh.....right. I'm simply too old to fall for that, but let's go with it, shall we? By the way, if I were 20 years younger, that may have convinced me.)
Kat: I would love to cuddle and talk, too, but I really have to work.
(One good lie deserves another, right? The lie isn't that I have to work because I do. The lie is that I want to cuddle and talk. If we only have 30 minutes, I wanna fuck.)
Young One: You can't spare 30 minutes?
Kat: No, I really can't.
Young One: I think you can. You just don't wanna.
(Ooooo! Well done, Young One! That's a challenge....)
And so the conversation continues, dancing between discussions of work, and sex, and his attempts to convince me to spare 30 minutes or an hour for....well...you know.
Let me tell you a bit about Young One. You already know his age. He's a veteran, married, has a young child, and he's quite attractive. He's the kind of guy who's not used to being turned down or put off by anyone, but especially not by a woman who is 20 years older than he and not anywhere near as cute as the young girlies he has bedded. In short, Kat is a challenge for him.
Here's my dilemma.... Y'all know I'm attempting to be good, practicing semi-fidelity (I know my anonymous friends will go nuts over that description...go for it, boys) by sticking with Hubby and sometimes JJ. You know I prefer not to play in my neighborhood and that I rarely play with young ones.
But his weeks (yes, weeks) of pursuing me are starting to have an effect. I actually like him. He's very bright, creative, persistent, and gorgeous. What's not to like about that?
So, here's the conversation in my mind....
A quickie wouldn't hurt...but if I have time, I'd rather see JJ....but he's SO hot....but I told Hubby I'd be good.....but I'll bet his young cock gets as hard as granite.....but I really want JJ....but he's so nice--maybe we can meet for coffee or just talk......but we know what will happen if we meet at all, and it won't be just talking.....but I'll bet he has enough stamina to keep going and going and going.....but he lives nearby; that's dangerous.....did I mention that he's hot?.......but Hubby would be devastated if he found out I was screwing a young one.......
And so it goes on and on and on. Everyday, the temptation gets louder and my objections get weaker.
As I write this, this text just came through....
Young One: I want you.
(sigh)
I don't know how long I can hold out. I don't know that I want to. Maybe a little taste of young one is just what I need.
Where's JJ when I need him?
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Illiteracy Is More Disgusting than "All the Way Jay"
Last year, there was a school here in California that held a fundraiser at a local Hooters restaurant. The restaurant donated a percentage of sales from that night to the school. Parents and the community were outraged that a school would resort to such a low class way to raise money. And Hooters is so...so...inappropriate for kids. Well, kids were not the target audience for the fundraiser. Adults were. More specifically, adults who like to look at nice tits. I would have gone but I was too busy with something not nearly as much fun.
Well, it has happened again, Sort of. Clavering Primary School in the U.K. threw a fundraiser for the school that included some pretty hot male strippers. To be accurate, it was The Friends of Clavering that hosted the fundraiser. Over 100 women showed up to support the school. No children were allowed.
My first thought when I heard about this was, "Woohoo! Where's the number of the PTA president for my kid's school? This idea beats the jog-a-thon (for the fit families) or the pancake breakfast (for the fat ones) any day!"
Then I started reading the reports of all of the outraged parents and community members. There was actually a parent who said she was going to withdraw her child from the school because she didn't want her sweet baby "using computers funded by such a disgusting event."
The company that provided the hard-bodied, hard-working strippers is a reasonably reputable company that participates in fundraisers for schools and non-profits all the time. Apparently, others who are buying computers for schools, funding cancer research, or helping the homeless don't mind mixing a hot stripping fireman with their fundraising.
This reminds me of the movie Gone with the Wind (I love that movie, by the way). There is a scene in which Belle Watling, a well-known prostitute and brothel madam, makes a donation to help Melanie Hamilton's charity to support the South's cause in the Civil War. But Belle doesn't think she's worthy and doesn't want Melanie to tell anyone about the donation because she's sure that all those good and respectable folks won't want money from anyone like her. Of course, Melanie accepts her donation gratefully and with a big heaping of class and respect.
Melanie knew what the other folks didn't know, and what the mom pulling her kid out of school because of the computers funded with (whispering) stripper money clearly doesn't know - that sometimes the cause should be the focus.
How many of those folks complaining about the morality of the fundraiser were pulling out their checkbooks to support the school so the stripper fundraiser wouldn't be necessary? Probably none, or very few at best. Why? Because people seem to have a problem putting money where their morals are these days. It's easy to complain from the holier-than-thou cheap seats. It's hard to be part of the solution.
One of the strippers calls himself "All the Way Jay." That name just makes me smile. If I had been there, I would have been right in front with a fist full of bills for Jay and my checkbook open to share the love with the school.
There is nothing disgusting about male strippers and All the Way Jay. However, there is absolutely something wrong with schools that are not funded well enough to provide basic supplies for learning in the 21st Century.
That is really disgusting.
Well, it has happened again, Sort of. Clavering Primary School in the U.K. threw a fundraiser for the school that included some pretty hot male strippers. To be accurate, it was The Friends of Clavering that hosted the fundraiser. Over 100 women showed up to support the school. No children were allowed.
My first thought when I heard about this was, "Woohoo! Where's the number of the PTA president for my kid's school? This idea beats the jog-a-thon (for the fit families) or the pancake breakfast (for the fat ones) any day!"
Then I started reading the reports of all of the outraged parents and community members. There was actually a parent who said she was going to withdraw her child from the school because she didn't want her sweet baby "using computers funded by such a disgusting event."
The company that provided the hard-bodied, hard-working strippers is a reasonably reputable company that participates in fundraisers for schools and non-profits all the time. Apparently, others who are buying computers for schools, funding cancer research, or helping the homeless don't mind mixing a hot stripping fireman with their fundraising.
This reminds me of the movie Gone with the Wind (I love that movie, by the way). There is a scene in which Belle Watling, a well-known prostitute and brothel madam, makes a donation to help Melanie Hamilton's charity to support the South's cause in the Civil War. But Belle doesn't think she's worthy and doesn't want Melanie to tell anyone about the donation because she's sure that all those good and respectable folks won't want money from anyone like her. Of course, Melanie accepts her donation gratefully and with a big heaping of class and respect.
Melanie knew what the other folks didn't know, and what the mom pulling her kid out of school because of the computers funded with (whispering) stripper money clearly doesn't know - that sometimes the cause should be the focus.
How many of those folks complaining about the morality of the fundraiser were pulling out their checkbooks to support the school so the stripper fundraiser wouldn't be necessary? Probably none, or very few at best. Why? Because people seem to have a problem putting money where their morals are these days. It's easy to complain from the holier-than-thou cheap seats. It's hard to be part of the solution.
One of the strippers calls himself "All the Way Jay." That name just makes me smile. If I had been there, I would have been right in front with a fist full of bills for Jay and my checkbook open to share the love with the school.
There is nothing disgusting about male strippers and All the Way Jay. However, there is absolutely something wrong with schools that are not funded well enough to provide basic supplies for learning in the 21st Century.
That is really disgusting.
Monday, March 12, 2012
The Care and Feeding of a Mistress
Most men would say that they know how to keep their mistress happy. The only thing your mistress needs to be happy is regular access to your hot body and the amazing sex you generously bestow upon her. Right?
Well, maybe not so much. If you're talking about a short term (I define short term as two months or less) fuck buddy relationship, that might be enough to keep her happy for awhile. I would think you would also need to spring for some hotel rooms and a nice meal every now and then, but maybe not.
If you want a long term relationship with your mistress, though, it's going to take more to keep her happy. Women need some attention and any relationship needs a little bit of nurturing if it's going to last more than a couple of hours.
I've put together a few things that you may want to consider if you want to keep your mistress (married or not) in your bed rather than someone else's.
1. Be generous with genuine compliments. If she looks nice, tell her so. If you enjoy her company, tell her so. If she sucks your cock better than anyone you ever known, tell her that, too. Men tend to forget about his simple courtesy after they have known a woman for a while. They assume that "she already knows I think that." Maybe she does, but she also needs and wants to hear it. If your mistress is married, she probably feels unappreciated at home and if she doesn't feel genuinely appreciated with you, she won't stay long. And let me be clear, I'm not talking about making things up. Focus on what you like about her, and tell her.
2. Be generous in bed. It's easy to be generous in bed when you're trying to impress her, but what about several months into the relationship? Do you fall back into a routine that makes sex more about you than about her? Ok, I know that, from your perspective, it is all about you, but you know what I mean. Mix it up, keep it new and fresh. Remember, if she's married, she has boring sex at home. Why would she risk her marriage for boring, unfulfilling sex with you?
3. Be generous with your communication. Let's say that you are planning to meet for some naughty fun next week. Unless you and she have agreed to a radio silence policy, she should hear from you a few times between now and then using whatever communication channels you have agreed on. It doesn't have to be much, but let her know that you are thinking about her and care about her. If you don't communicate at all between meetings (except to set up the time, date, and location of the next meeting) she will eventually decide that you're not interested in her at all. Maybe you're not, but be prepared to lose her if you won't communicate. I've cancelled more than one meet-up because of a lack of communication in-between meetings. I didn't make a big deal about it. I didn't whine about communication ("Why didn't you call me or text me?"). I just became unavailable. Get it?
4. Be generous with simple gifts. This is a difficult area. If she is married, it's unlikely that she can keep any of the standard gift items you might think of, like cards or flowers or jewelry. And I wouldn't advocate spending much on her anyway. Think about simple gifts, things that she can keep. For example, I've got a thing about cute post-it notes. I could receive a little pad of cute post-it notes and keep them, without anyone thinking anything of it. Be creative. If she likes to read, books are a good idea. Remember, the gift itself is not the point. The point is that you thought about her and went out of your way a bit to make her smile. The odds are good that her hubby is not thinking of her very much in those sweet little ways, so you will keep her attention if you do.
Let me share a little story with you. It's about a holiday and how it went down with me. I won't tell you what holiday it was, but it was a traditional gift giving holiday. Unfortunately, I didn't get a gift from my husband. I didn't get a gift from my lover, either. Ouch. Not only that, but I got to listen to him talk about what a wonderful gift he got for his wife. Don't get me wrong. I was very pleased that he did something really nice for his wife. She deserved that. And it wasn't about a gift at all. It was about being forgotten and taken for granted. Heck, lots women who have been married for a long time are forgotten by their husbands on "special" days. To be honest, I expected my husband to let the day go by without any recognition. But unlike most women, I got to experience the feeling of being forgotten by two men.
It sounds silly and petty, doesn't it? I know it does, but what matters is how it feels. How much do you think I felt like going out of my way for either of those men? Exactly.
If you want her to keep you happy, you have to keep her happy. It's a simple formula. If you make her feel wanted, she'll make you feel good. If you neglect her, she'll go away. It doesn't get much simpler than that.
Well, maybe not so much. If you're talking about a short term (I define short term as two months or less) fuck buddy relationship, that might be enough to keep her happy for awhile. I would think you would also need to spring for some hotel rooms and a nice meal every now and then, but maybe not.
If you want a long term relationship with your mistress, though, it's going to take more to keep her happy. Women need some attention and any relationship needs a little bit of nurturing if it's going to last more than a couple of hours.
I've put together a few things that you may want to consider if you want to keep your mistress (married or not) in your bed rather than someone else's.
1. Be generous with genuine compliments. If she looks nice, tell her so. If you enjoy her company, tell her so. If she sucks your cock better than anyone you ever known, tell her that, too. Men tend to forget about his simple courtesy after they have known a woman for a while. They assume that "she already knows I think that." Maybe she does, but she also needs and wants to hear it. If your mistress is married, she probably feels unappreciated at home and if she doesn't feel genuinely appreciated with you, she won't stay long. And let me be clear, I'm not talking about making things up. Focus on what you like about her, and tell her.
2. Be generous in bed. It's easy to be generous in bed when you're trying to impress her, but what about several months into the relationship? Do you fall back into a routine that makes sex more about you than about her? Ok, I know that, from your perspective, it is all about you, but you know what I mean. Mix it up, keep it new and fresh. Remember, if she's married, she has boring sex at home. Why would she risk her marriage for boring, unfulfilling sex with you?
3. Be generous with your communication. Let's say that you are planning to meet for some naughty fun next week. Unless you and she have agreed to a radio silence policy, she should hear from you a few times between now and then using whatever communication channels you have agreed on. It doesn't have to be much, but let her know that you are thinking about her and care about her. If you don't communicate at all between meetings (except to set up the time, date, and location of the next meeting) she will eventually decide that you're not interested in her at all. Maybe you're not, but be prepared to lose her if you won't communicate. I've cancelled more than one meet-up because of a lack of communication in-between meetings. I didn't make a big deal about it. I didn't whine about communication ("Why didn't you call me or text me?"). I just became unavailable. Get it?
4. Be generous with simple gifts. This is a difficult area. If she is married, it's unlikely that she can keep any of the standard gift items you might think of, like cards or flowers or jewelry. And I wouldn't advocate spending much on her anyway. Think about simple gifts, things that she can keep. For example, I've got a thing about cute post-it notes. I could receive a little pad of cute post-it notes and keep them, without anyone thinking anything of it. Be creative. If she likes to read, books are a good idea. Remember, the gift itself is not the point. The point is that you thought about her and went out of your way a bit to make her smile. The odds are good that her hubby is not thinking of her very much in those sweet little ways, so you will keep her attention if you do.
Let me share a little story with you. It's about a holiday and how it went down with me. I won't tell you what holiday it was, but it was a traditional gift giving holiday. Unfortunately, I didn't get a gift from my husband. I didn't get a gift from my lover, either. Ouch. Not only that, but I got to listen to him talk about what a wonderful gift he got for his wife. Don't get me wrong. I was very pleased that he did something really nice for his wife. She deserved that. And it wasn't about a gift at all. It was about being forgotten and taken for granted. Heck, lots women who have been married for a long time are forgotten by their husbands on "special" days. To be honest, I expected my husband to let the day go by without any recognition. But unlike most women, I got to experience the feeling of being forgotten by two men.
It sounds silly and petty, doesn't it? I know it does, but what matters is how it feels. How much do you think I felt like going out of my way for either of those men? Exactly.
If you want her to keep you happy, you have to keep her happy. It's a simple formula. If you make her feel wanted, she'll make you feel good. If you neglect her, she'll go away. It doesn't get much simpler than that.
Blast from the Past
I had a chat with an old friend from high school today. Oops. I guess I shouldn't say "old," should I?
Anyway, my 30th high school reunion is coming up (I know...30th?!?!?) so I joined the Facebook group for the reunion. I was thinking I'd keep up with the reunion news and maybe connect with some folks from high school that I haven't heard from in, well, 30 years or so. I have no intention of actually going to the reunion, of course, but there are a few people I'd like to connect with.
I browsed the list of group members quickly. I added a few names that sounded familiar, certain that they would have no clue who I was because my last name is different than when I was in high school (Thank God! I was saddled with a last name that no girl should have to live with).
One of the names I saw was a guy with whom I had a quick little naughty encounter. I think it was senior year. We didn't date. We just had a little play time. I would have liked to have had more of that play time, but I'm not sure why we didn't.
Unfortunately, I don't remember too much from the event (cut me some slack, ok? It was 30 years ago. Some of you haven't been alive for 30 years). I remember him for sure. Tall, strong, big hands, good kisser. I remember a van, and that it was a quickie. You know the kind. It was a lift-up-the-skirt-pull-off-the-panties quickie, the kind where you are still half dressed. And I remember that I liked it.
Oh yeah, I had a boyfriend at the time and this playmate was not my boyfriend. Yes, I was a prowler as a teenager, too. It really does come naturally to some of us. Some of us are just not made for one partner.
Anyway, I digress....again.....
So, I sent my play mate buddy a friend request. He accepted and then asked for my maiden name. Damn, I was going to have to speak (type) that hideous name again. I did. And he remembered me.
This could be interesting, I thought.
I also thought about how much less experienced I was in high school. Oh, I loved to fuck, but I really didn't know what I was doing. Things have changed a lot since then. Our little encounter was nice, but if I could have another crack at him now....well, I'm pretty sure neither of us would forget any of it 30 years from now.
We chatted a bit today about work, family, and some of life's twists and turns of the last 30 years. A little innuendo, a little flirting..... then I told him about PWK.
I can see the disapproval on Daunt's face now. Mixing real life and prowling life is still very dangerous, but every now and then it feels right. This time it felt ok.
I have no idea where the renewed friendship will go, but it's nice to connect.
I'll keep ya posted.....
Anyway, my 30th high school reunion is coming up (I know...30th?!?!?) so I joined the Facebook group for the reunion. I was thinking I'd keep up with the reunion news and maybe connect with some folks from high school that I haven't heard from in, well, 30 years or so. I have no intention of actually going to the reunion, of course, but there are a few people I'd like to connect with.
I browsed the list of group members quickly. I added a few names that sounded familiar, certain that they would have no clue who I was because my last name is different than when I was in high school (Thank God! I was saddled with a last name that no girl should have to live with).
One of the names I saw was a guy with whom I had a quick little naughty encounter. I think it was senior year. We didn't date. We just had a little play time. I would have liked to have had more of that play time, but I'm not sure why we didn't.
Unfortunately, I don't remember too much from the event (cut me some slack, ok? It was 30 years ago. Some of you haven't been alive for 30 years). I remember him for sure. Tall, strong, big hands, good kisser. I remember a van, and that it was a quickie. You know the kind. It was a lift-up-the-skirt-pull-off-the-panties quickie, the kind where you are still half dressed. And I remember that I liked it.
Oh yeah, I had a boyfriend at the time and this playmate was not my boyfriend. Yes, I was a prowler as a teenager, too. It really does come naturally to some of us. Some of us are just not made for one partner.
Anyway, I digress....again.....
So, I sent my play mate buddy a friend request. He accepted and then asked for my maiden name. Damn, I was going to have to speak (type) that hideous name again. I did. And he remembered me.
This could be interesting, I thought.
I also thought about how much less experienced I was in high school. Oh, I loved to fuck, but I really didn't know what I was doing. Things have changed a lot since then. Our little encounter was nice, but if I could have another crack at him now....well, I'm pretty sure neither of us would forget any of it 30 years from now.
We chatted a bit today about work, family, and some of life's twists and turns of the last 30 years. A little innuendo, a little flirting..... then I told him about PWK.
I can see the disapproval on Daunt's face now. Mixing real life and prowling life is still very dangerous, but every now and then it feels right. This time it felt ok.
I have no idea where the renewed friendship will go, but it's nice to connect.
I'll keep ya posted.....
Saturday, March 10, 2012
A Fantasy about Time
Because I never seem to have enough time, I knew it should be a fantasy. Enjoy.
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In my fantasy, we have time. Plenty of time. An abundance of time. So much time that we spend it lavishly, almost frivolously, like children who don't yet have any real concept of lack or want.
There's enough time for work and play and family and friends - and you. Finally enough time for you. For us.
There's enough time so we don't have to choose between having lunch or making love, between pillow talk and pleasure, between companionship and passion. There's time for it all.
One of us turns to look at the clock, saying, "What time is it?" and we both laugh and shout, "Who cares?!" We don't have to go. There's no invisible leash constantly pulling us apart every moment we are together.
We have time to explore each other, to touch and taste every part of each other. There's time to tease and tantalize, titillate and torment. There is no need to rush, no need to hurry.
There's time to try new things, to experiment, to laugh, to sleep. Ah! Sleep! There's time to gently doze off in each other's arms after making love without the worry of not getting home in time or losing our time together. Then we can wake from our sweet slumber to a renewed passion and more of...whatever we want.
We have no conflict about taking time from family because we know there will be plenty of time for us to be with them, too. The guilt about taking time from children and work is gone. It's replaced with a sense of freedom and revelry in the knowledge that there is time enough to go around just as there is enough love to go around.
Soon, we'll forget what it was like to have to race though lovemaking and dash through discussions and we can focus on each other without the constant pulsating beat of the clock driving us apart.
We have time. Plenty of time. An abundance of time.
Friday, March 9, 2012
My Husband's Favorite.....
...commercial.
In fact, he likes this commercial so much that he jokes about just sending Carl's Junior a "thank you" donation so they'll keep these steamy commercials coming. LOL.
Okay, I'll admit it. I love it, too. Kate Upton is hot.
In fact, he likes this commercial so much that he jokes about just sending Carl's Junior a "thank you" donation so they'll keep these steamy commercials coming. LOL.
Okay, I'll admit it. I love it, too. Kate Upton is hot.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
A Story About a Marriage Made Better by an Affair
I met R on Ashley Madison. He was a great guy. In his 60's. Fit. Married for 40 years. Fun. Smart. A good provider. He loved his wife very, very much. She was his best friend. The only problem he had at home was the lack of sex and lackluster sex, and those had been problems for decades. In recent years, he had tried everything -talking with her, encouraging her, and even several years of couples therapy. The conclusion was "that's just how she is."
It was at that point that R went on AM looking for more. I was skeptical when we met, both because of his age (I have a 60+ honey at home, ya know) and the fact that he had been having less that fabulous sex for so long. Maybe he wasn't as good as he thought he was. He didn't have much feedback to go on. I know it seems a bit shallow to have thought such things, but I'm just telling you the truth. At that point in my life, I was looking for a "friend with benefits" situation so the quality of the "benefits" mattered.
I was very pleasantly surprised. He was an amazing lover! He was generous and patient. He had an unbelievable amount of stamina and, I have to say it, a cock that was well above average in size (both length and girth). And yes, he definitely knew how to use it - and his fingers...and his tongue.
After being with him about three times, I started to think, "What the heck is wrong with his wife? I know women who would kill to have this man at home. He's the whole package."
Everything was going along nicely until his wife, P, found out. She didn't take it well. Apparently things were not pretty for awhile. He continued to see me, being more careful.
R told her why he was having an affair. He confirmed that he loved her and he didn't want to lose her, but she couldn't argue that he had tried everything he could think of to improve their sex life and she had just refused to make a change, and he couldn't stand it anymore. I am sure that was as difficult a thing to say as it was to hear.
After an initial period of anger and tears, something happened. She started fighting for her husband - in the bedroom. Apparently, the conclusion that "that's just how she is" was wrong. That was how she was choosing to be, but faced with the prospect of sharing her husband with another woman (and a younger one at that), she decided to make an effort. And things started to change. Both the frequency and the quality of their sex improved.
I have to admit, I was proud of her! She didn't just lay down and cry, she decided to do what she could to give her husband what he wanted to he wouldn't want another woman. She was going to fight for 40 years of marriage and all of the wonderful things they shared.
When she caught him again, he finally cut things off with me for good. I haven't heard from him since, but I know for certain that their marriage is better because of the affair he had. It was the shake up P needed to get out of her comfort zone and take her husband's sexual needs seriously.
Now, it could easily have gone the other way and many couples end up in divorce court instead of wedded bliss after an affair, but my point is that it doesn't always mean divorce. Not only can marriages stay together after an affair, but sometimes they are even better than they were before. That is how it was for R and P.
It was at that point that R went on AM looking for more. I was skeptical when we met, both because of his age (I have a 60+ honey at home, ya know) and the fact that he had been having less that fabulous sex for so long. Maybe he wasn't as good as he thought he was. He didn't have much feedback to go on. I know it seems a bit shallow to have thought such things, but I'm just telling you the truth. At that point in my life, I was looking for a "friend with benefits" situation so the quality of the "benefits" mattered.
I was very pleasantly surprised. He was an amazing lover! He was generous and patient. He had an unbelievable amount of stamina and, I have to say it, a cock that was well above average in size (both length and girth). And yes, he definitely knew how to use it - and his fingers...and his tongue.
After being with him about three times, I started to think, "What the heck is wrong with his wife? I know women who would kill to have this man at home. He's the whole package."
Everything was going along nicely until his wife, P, found out. She didn't take it well. Apparently things were not pretty for awhile. He continued to see me, being more careful.
R told her why he was having an affair. He confirmed that he loved her and he didn't want to lose her, but she couldn't argue that he had tried everything he could think of to improve their sex life and she had just refused to make a change, and he couldn't stand it anymore. I am sure that was as difficult a thing to say as it was to hear.
After an initial period of anger and tears, something happened. She started fighting for her husband - in the bedroom. Apparently, the conclusion that "that's just how she is" was wrong. That was how she was choosing to be, but faced with the prospect of sharing her husband with another woman (and a younger one at that), she decided to make an effort. And things started to change. Both the frequency and the quality of their sex improved.
I have to admit, I was proud of her! She didn't just lay down and cry, she decided to do what she could to give her husband what he wanted to he wouldn't want another woman. She was going to fight for 40 years of marriage and all of the wonderful things they shared.
When she caught him again, he finally cut things off with me for good. I haven't heard from him since, but I know for certain that their marriage is better because of the affair he had. It was the shake up P needed to get out of her comfort zone and take her husband's sexual needs seriously.
Now, it could easily have gone the other way and many couples end up in divorce court instead of wedded bliss after an affair, but my point is that it doesn't always mean divorce. Not only can marriages stay together after an affair, but sometimes they are even better than they were before. That is how it was for R and P.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
It's About Time!
I wasn't planning to see JJ today, but as it happened, the schedule worked out and we decided we could squeeze in a quick, 90 minute visit.
We hadn't seen each other in about a month, and all I have to say about that is that a month is way too long. And I'm not talking about the sex part. I'm talking about seeing each other and talking in person, cuddling, kissing, holding hands. I think those were the things I was really craving today.
He left the door to the room ajar for me so I could walk right in, and he had the lights dimmed and the curtains drawn shut so I couldn't see him very well.
He got up and met me in the entryway. He slid his arms around me and kissed me as the door clicked shut behind me. At that moment, every problem I have went away and everything was right and good. I know it sounds pretty hokey to say that "all was right with the world," but that's how I feel when I'm with JJ. Everything is ok, and I'm safe.
We made our way over to the bed, kissing some more. Soon, he was rubbing me through my pants and I was grinding against his hand. It seemed like 30 seconds later that we were both taking off our pants and underwear.
He continued kissing me as he started touching my pussy and I began stroking his hard cock. It almost felt like he was exploring it, re-familiarizing himself with every groove and fold. Then he stopped exploring and started rubbing my clit. I gasped when he touched it. I knew that sensation, that movement, that rhythm, and I knew where it was going to take me. I held onto him, kissing him, moaning..... I came quickly, which didn't surprise me at all.
I thought he was going to fuck me next, but he didn't. He kept rubbing, exploring, spreading my juices around.
He slid a finger inside me, then another.....another.... I had my eyes closed and was just reveling in the sensations, unaware of what he had planned, until......
He started twisting his hand in a corkscrew movement and pushing further inside me. I smiled. I knew exactly what he was doing then. I tried to relax and not offer much resistance. A few times I had to ask him to slow down, and he did immediately, but he still kept pressing his hand inside me. At one point, he positioned himself between my legs so it would be easier, and he'd have a better view. That's what I thought that was about, anyway, but then I felt his tongue on my clit as he was fisting me. The intensity almost made me jump off the bed.
A few minutes later, he was rubbing my clit with his thumb and pumping with the rest of his hand. I was finally at that place he knows I love to be - that place where I'm not aware of my surroundings, all I feel is the pleasure. That place where the pleasure is almost forcing itself on me and control has been stripped from me. I came hard. I could feel my body gripping his fingers as the orgasm gripped me.
Before I came all the way down, he moved up between my legs. I lifted my legs in the air and he slid his hardness inside me. That's when I thought, "It's about time!!!" The rest was amazing, but I needed to feel him inside me again. I looked up at him, studying his face while he held onto my ankles and fucked me. I wondered if he could feel my pussy still throbbing, if he had any idea how good he was making me feel.
After he came, he rolled onto the bed next to me, and we spent the rest of our time together (about 45 minutes) talking, kissing, cuddling. He told me about his vacation. I caught him up on the situation with Hubby. We both agreed that a month was too long to go without seeing each other, but that we need to be extra-careful these days, which might mean seeing each other less than we would like for a while.
It seemed like 5 minutes later when we looked at the clock and saw that it was time to go.
As I was driving away, I felt sated. Even though the sex was more tame and abbreviated that what we usually have, the time with him (including the sex, the talking, the kissing) was exactly what I needed.
We hadn't seen each other in about a month, and all I have to say about that is that a month is way too long. And I'm not talking about the sex part. I'm talking about seeing each other and talking in person, cuddling, kissing, holding hands. I think those were the things I was really craving today.
He left the door to the room ajar for me so I could walk right in, and he had the lights dimmed and the curtains drawn shut so I couldn't see him very well.
He got up and met me in the entryway. He slid his arms around me and kissed me as the door clicked shut behind me. At that moment, every problem I have went away and everything was right and good. I know it sounds pretty hokey to say that "all was right with the world," but that's how I feel when I'm with JJ. Everything is ok, and I'm safe.
We made our way over to the bed, kissing some more. Soon, he was rubbing me through my pants and I was grinding against his hand. It seemed like 30 seconds later that we were both taking off our pants and underwear.
He continued kissing me as he started touching my pussy and I began stroking his hard cock. It almost felt like he was exploring it, re-familiarizing himself with every groove and fold. Then he stopped exploring and started rubbing my clit. I gasped when he touched it. I knew that sensation, that movement, that rhythm, and I knew where it was going to take me. I held onto him, kissing him, moaning..... I came quickly, which didn't surprise me at all.
I thought he was going to fuck me next, but he didn't. He kept rubbing, exploring, spreading my juices around.
He slid a finger inside me, then another.....another.... I had my eyes closed and was just reveling in the sensations, unaware of what he had planned, until......
He started twisting his hand in a corkscrew movement and pushing further inside me. I smiled. I knew exactly what he was doing then. I tried to relax and not offer much resistance. A few times I had to ask him to slow down, and he did immediately, but he still kept pressing his hand inside me. At one point, he positioned himself between my legs so it would be easier, and he'd have a better view. That's what I thought that was about, anyway, but then I felt his tongue on my clit as he was fisting me. The intensity almost made me jump off the bed.
A few minutes later, he was rubbing my clit with his thumb and pumping with the rest of his hand. I was finally at that place he knows I love to be - that place where I'm not aware of my surroundings, all I feel is the pleasure. That place where the pleasure is almost forcing itself on me and control has been stripped from me. I came hard. I could feel my body gripping his fingers as the orgasm gripped me.
Before I came all the way down, he moved up between my legs. I lifted my legs in the air and he slid his hardness inside me. That's when I thought, "It's about time!!!" The rest was amazing, but I needed to feel him inside me again. I looked up at him, studying his face while he held onto my ankles and fucked me. I wondered if he could feel my pussy still throbbing, if he had any idea how good he was making me feel.
After he came, he rolled onto the bed next to me, and we spent the rest of our time together (about 45 minutes) talking, kissing, cuddling. He told me about his vacation. I caught him up on the situation with Hubby. We both agreed that a month was too long to go without seeing each other, but that we need to be extra-careful these days, which might mean seeing each other less than we would like for a while.
It seemed like 5 minutes later when we looked at the clock and saw that it was time to go.
As I was driving away, I felt sated. Even though the sex was more tame and abbreviated that what we usually have, the time with him (including the sex, the talking, the kissing) was exactly what I needed.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
10 Simple Truths about Marriage and Infidelity
I was reading a blog today that got me thinking about some simple truths about marriage and affairs that people often get wrong. Okay, I'll admit that I was inspired because so many things I read today on that blog were just flat wrong, and I felt the need to set the record straight.
So here they are. 10 Simple Truths about Marriage and Infidelity:
So here they are. 10 Simple Truths about Marriage and Infidelity:
- It takes two. If there are problems in your marriage after many years, it's not just your spouse's fault. It takes two to build a strong relationship and it takes two to let one deteriorate. I completely understand that after a while you just get tired of pushing a boulder uphill when it seems like your spouse is pushing it downhill, but if you quit you are just as responsible for the state of things as s/he is.
- Infidelity doesn't automatically mean the marriage is over. If it does end the marriage, it's because one or both of you doesn't want to be married anymore. Many marriages survive infidelity.
- You either take "for better or worse, until death do us part" seriously or you don't. If you have a list of conditions that you won't tolerate, you are hedging your bet against "the worse" part and you're not all in. If your spouse has an affair and is sorry for it and has asked your forgiveness and you choose divorce, the divorce is not your spouse's fault. She may have cheated (probably a violation of the vows), but you chose to cut and run (also a violation of the vows). Remember your mom saying that "two wrongs don't make a right?"
- No one has an affair because everything is fabulous at home. This goes along with the "it takes two" truth. If your spouse has an affair, you are not an innocent victim. I'm not saying that it was right for her to cheat, but if she was getting her needs met at home, she probably would have stayed there. It's easy for the non-cheating spouse to feel like, and thus play, a victim, but there are no victims here -just two people trying to lead a fulfilling life while dealing with the challenges of life and marriage.
- It is possible to love two people at once. I'll hear people say, "Well, if you love your mistress, you must not really love your wife." Bullshit. We have a huge capacity for love. There is no doubt that I love my husband. I also love JJ.
- Having an affair does not necessarily mean that a person wants out of the marriage. To the contrary, it is usually a way of trying get some needs met so he doesn't have to leave the marriage. How do you know that a person wants out of the marriage? It's when they either say they want out of the marriage or they leave.
- Affairs almost never end well. There really isn't a "happily ever after" in the world of infidelity. It is extremely rare for affair partners to stay together in the long run, whether or not they get caught. This reminds me of a joke I like to tell about marriage. Well, it's sort of a joke, but not very funny. While affairs almost never end well, marriage never ends well. Why? Because marriage always ends in divorce or death.Get it? Death or divorce are the only choices....haha....Of course, there is nothing funny about either death or divorce. Moving on...
- A wife who is "frigid" does not want to be that way. Women want to please their husbands. They either want to have a vibrant and passionate sex life or they want to want to. For a woman, desire is about hormonal balance, emotions, energy, and many other things. Sexuality is a much simpler formula for men. Daunt reminded me recently that "women need to feel loved to have sex; men need to have sex to feel loved." Okay, it's not a perfect statement because I have no problem having sex without feeling loved and I know men in sexless marriages who are certain they are loved, but the point is that most women can't just have sex without dealing with other conditions - most in her own body. A woman may act like she doesn't need or miss sex, but there is sadness and an awareness of something important missing brewing under the surface. She probably needs help, but is too embarrassed to ask because she doesn't know what is wrong.
- In a long term relationship, talking about sex will lead to better sex. I didn't say "arguing about not having sex," but talking about sex itself. In the beginning, you don't need to talk about it much because it is new and hot and exciting, but as the years fly by, talking about it is how you'll keep it fresh. I know. Talking about sex isn't easy. I'll give you some suggestions in one of my upcoming posts. Here are some things to consider - most women who give lousy head and most men who suck at giving oral sex will say they don't like it. Researchers who went further learned that most don't like it because they don't know what to do or how to do it, and they are too embarrassed to ask. Talking about it and learning more would make all the difference.
- Marriage isn't easy. The payoff comes in day-to-day victories and in looking at the person across the table from you decades after you were married and realizing that there is someone in this world who knows you better and loves you more than anyone else on the planet. Those who advocate for giving your spouse an ultimatum over sex just don't understand that marriage is not supposed to be easy. Hormones fluctuate wildly through a woman's body over the course of her life. There will be good times for sex, and bad times for sex. Children require different levels of care at different times of their lives. This affects sex, too. While building their careers, many men (and sometimes women) work longer hours than are best for a marriage. Family members die. Depression or other mental illness strikes. Stress and advancing age make it harder for a man to perform sexually. So? Life happens. We don't get married so we can avoid dealing with life. We marry so we can have a partner to go through life with us. If we're lucky, it's our best friend.
Monday, March 5, 2012
Stalker Update
I first told you about my stalker last month in Random Thoughts on a Sunday Afternoon, except that he wasn't really a stalker then. I thought that since his calls stopped on that day after I forwarded them to the police department that I was done with him. I thought that he was just a silly young kid (age 25) who wanted a little attention and then he'd go away.
I thought wrong.
He has called quite a bit since then. Yes, he has been told to stop.
I usually don't answer the call (I can't seem to manage to get the number effectively blocked. I'll be calling the phone company today for assistance). When I have answered the call I get interesting information about where I am, where I've been, or what I've been wearing in public.
I told Hubby about it several weeks ago. Like me, he thought the kid would get bored and that it would stop.
This weekend, he called 12 times. Most, although not all, of the calls are late at night.
So Hubby decided that he would call the number and talk to the young man. Guess what? The number forwards back to my cell phone.
I wasn't worried until he crossed the line from sweet but horny young guy to stalker. Heck, having my own stalker kind of means that I have arrived, doesn't it?
Okay, okay. I know I shouldn't joke about such a thing, and I'll admit I'm a little nervous.
Since I suspect my stalker is a PWK reader, I'm taking this opportunity to let him know that, in addition to calling the phone company today, I'll be calling the police and filing a report. Stalking is a crime.
It's all fun and games until someone gets arrested, my young stalker.
I thought wrong.
He has called quite a bit since then. Yes, he has been told to stop.
I usually don't answer the call (I can't seem to manage to get the number effectively blocked. I'll be calling the phone company today for assistance). When I have answered the call I get interesting information about where I am, where I've been, or what I've been wearing in public.
I told Hubby about it several weeks ago. Like me, he thought the kid would get bored and that it would stop.
This weekend, he called 12 times. Most, although not all, of the calls are late at night.
So Hubby decided that he would call the number and talk to the young man. Guess what? The number forwards back to my cell phone.
I wasn't worried until he crossed the line from sweet but horny young guy to stalker. Heck, having my own stalker kind of means that I have arrived, doesn't it?
Okay, okay. I know I shouldn't joke about such a thing, and I'll admit I'm a little nervous.
Since I suspect my stalker is a PWK reader, I'm taking this opportunity to let him know that, in addition to calling the phone company today, I'll be calling the police and filing a report. Stalking is a crime.
It's all fun and games until someone gets arrested, my young stalker.
Friday, March 2, 2012
Home for Lunch
I looked at the clock earlier today and noticed that it was almost lunch time. I sent Hubby a text.
Kat: Are you at home?
Hubby: Yes. Why?
Kat: I was thinking of coming home for lunch....and a little "lunch."
Hubby: But we had "lunch" last night.
Kat: I know, but I'm hungry again. ;-)
Hubby: Ok. Which lunch do you want first?
Kat: What do you think?
Hubby: I'll be in the bedroom.
When I arrived at home 10 minutes later, my 8 year old was in the living room watching TV. I had forgotten that he was out of school early all week.
"Hi, Mom," he said. Dad's back in your bedroom. He says he's taking a power nap."
"Oh, what a good idea! I think I'll take a power nap, too," I said.
As I was heading down the hallway, I heard him call after me, "I'm setting the alarm on my iPod for 20 minutes. Power naps are supposed to be short. Then I want lunch."
"No problem, little man," I shouted as I slipped into our bedroom and closed the door behind me.
I kicked off my shoes, pulled up my skirt, and started pulling off my panties - all at the same time.
I told Hubby, "Your youngest son says we have 20 minutes....and he set his alarm."
"So now he's my son? I'll lock the door," Hubby said as he moved quickly to secure the door.
By the time he got back to the bed I was already in bed with my skirt hiked up around my waist. I didn't think I needed to take anything else off, at least not for a quickie.
I curled up next to Hubby and started kissing him. He reached over to the nightstand to grab some lube.
"You're not going to need that," I purred.
He smiled. "Ok. We'll see about that," and he moved his hand between my thighs. We continued to kiss while he slid a couple fingers between my pussy lips. He smiled into our kiss. "My, my," he said. "You feel very hungry."
I giggled and opened my legs for him. His fingers found my clit right away and he had me in that sweet pleasure place very quickly. I rocked my hips, pressing against his hand, trying to control the rhythm, but he was having none of that. He just kept working my clit slowly at the tempo he wanted.
The kissing continued as he played with me. Deep passionate kisses, not our normal fare at all, but very, very nice.
I really was very "hungry" so I knew it wouldn't take long for me. In about 3 minutes, I started screaming in his mouth as I came, and he held onto me tightly and said, "God, Kat, I love you so much....."
Breathlessly, I moaned, "I love you, too, Hubby..."
I curled up in his arms for a few minutes, just letting the little waves of pleasure ripple through me. After a little while, he pulled his arm out from under me and got up onto his knees. He pulled down his sweat pants and his cock was hard and at attention.
I sat up a little and leaned on one elbow while I reached around him with the other arm and pulled his hips closer to me as I took him into my mouth - completely in one long, deep stroke. He moaned loudly as the head popped into my throat.
He was right about us having had "lunch" last night. I gave him head then, too, but that was different. Last night, I worked him very slowly and deeply and maintained full control the whole time. Today, he was thrusting into my mouth, fucking my mouth hard, entwining his fingers into my hair and pulling me onto him as he thrust into me. I focused on keeping up, breathing when I could, and pressing down with my soft palate every time he pushed himself far inside my mouth, back to my throat, which was almost every thrust at one point.
I could feel him getting close to orgasm when he stopped and pulled his cock out of my mouth.
"I want to fuck you," he said.
Breathlessly, I responded, "Do we have time? Power nap. 20 minutes, remember?"
"When you told me he set his alarm for 20 minutes, I set mine for 19," he said. "Now get on your hands and knees."
"Yes, Sir!" I said, laughing as I re-positioned quickly.
He grabbed my hips and slid his cock inside me quickly. Usually, we both like a slow, deep entrance, but time was an issue right then. I have to say that quick and hard felt pretty nice.
Within about 2 minutes, I started to get that tingly feeling, which surprised me because I didn't expect to come twice. I started pressing back against him as he pounded me, hoping I could get a two-fer, thinking that maybe, if we could just keep it going a little longer......
I pushed back hard and wrapped my feet and ankles around his thighs as I came, trying to keep him deep inside as I came. He complied and didn't move for about 30 seconds, letting me shake and claim every shudder that I could.
When I relaxed, he grabbed my hips and started fucking me hard and fast. It felt like that reignited my orgasm which started to roll again. I grabbed onto the edge of the bed and surrendered to it.
When he came, he plunged into me deeply, groaning and digging his fingers into my skin.
After about a minute, he pulled out slowly and lay down next to me. I rolled over onto my back and snuggled up next to him.
"Wow," he said.
"Nice lunch!" I replied.
Then his alarm went off. He turned it off, got up, and unlocked the door quickly. He came back to bed and we pulled the covers up over us. Shortly thereafter, we could hear our son's iPod alarm going off in the other room, and then the house rumbled as he ran down the hallway and burst into our room.
"Wake up! Power nap is over!" he yelled, half shouting and half laughing.
Hubby and I acted like we were startled from our sleep.
Stretching his arms and yawning, Hubby said, "What a great nap."
"Get up!" cried our son. "It's time for lunch!" Then he ran out of the room again.
I looked at hubby wickedly, grabbed his inner thigh and said, "You heard him. It's lunch time."
Hubby laughed. "It's the other kind of lunch time, you naughty girl." And he got up and left the room, too.
I stretched out on the bed, relaxing for a minute until I heard the little man yell from the other room, "Mom! get up!"
I smiled and thought about how fortunate I was. Right at that moment I had everything I could ever want.
My next thought was that I should come home for lunch more often.
Kat: Are you at home?
Hubby: Yes. Why?
Kat: I was thinking of coming home for lunch....and a little "lunch."
Hubby: But we had "lunch" last night.
Kat: I know, but I'm hungry again. ;-)
Hubby: Ok. Which lunch do you want first?
Kat: What do you think?
Hubby: I'll be in the bedroom.
When I arrived at home 10 minutes later, my 8 year old was in the living room watching TV. I had forgotten that he was out of school early all week.
"Hi, Mom," he said. Dad's back in your bedroom. He says he's taking a power nap."
"Oh, what a good idea! I think I'll take a power nap, too," I said.
As I was heading down the hallway, I heard him call after me, "I'm setting the alarm on my iPod for 20 minutes. Power naps are supposed to be short. Then I want lunch."
"No problem, little man," I shouted as I slipped into our bedroom and closed the door behind me.
I kicked off my shoes, pulled up my skirt, and started pulling off my panties - all at the same time.
I told Hubby, "Your youngest son says we have 20 minutes....and he set his alarm."
"So now he's my son? I'll lock the door," Hubby said as he moved quickly to secure the door.
By the time he got back to the bed I was already in bed with my skirt hiked up around my waist. I didn't think I needed to take anything else off, at least not for a quickie.
I curled up next to Hubby and started kissing him. He reached over to the nightstand to grab some lube.
"You're not going to need that," I purred.
He smiled. "Ok. We'll see about that," and he moved his hand between my thighs. We continued to kiss while he slid a couple fingers between my pussy lips. He smiled into our kiss. "My, my," he said. "You feel very hungry."
I giggled and opened my legs for him. His fingers found my clit right away and he had me in that sweet pleasure place very quickly. I rocked my hips, pressing against his hand, trying to control the rhythm, but he was having none of that. He just kept working my clit slowly at the tempo he wanted.
The kissing continued as he played with me. Deep passionate kisses, not our normal fare at all, but very, very nice.
I really was very "hungry" so I knew it wouldn't take long for me. In about 3 minutes, I started screaming in his mouth as I came, and he held onto me tightly and said, "God, Kat, I love you so much....."
Breathlessly, I moaned, "I love you, too, Hubby..."
I curled up in his arms for a few minutes, just letting the little waves of pleasure ripple through me. After a little while, he pulled his arm out from under me and got up onto his knees. He pulled down his sweat pants and his cock was hard and at attention.
I sat up a little and leaned on one elbow while I reached around him with the other arm and pulled his hips closer to me as I took him into my mouth - completely in one long, deep stroke. He moaned loudly as the head popped into my throat.
He was right about us having had "lunch" last night. I gave him head then, too, but that was different. Last night, I worked him very slowly and deeply and maintained full control the whole time. Today, he was thrusting into my mouth, fucking my mouth hard, entwining his fingers into my hair and pulling me onto him as he thrust into me. I focused on keeping up, breathing when I could, and pressing down with my soft palate every time he pushed himself far inside my mouth, back to my throat, which was almost every thrust at one point.
I could feel him getting close to orgasm when he stopped and pulled his cock out of my mouth.
"I want to fuck you," he said.
Breathlessly, I responded, "Do we have time? Power nap. 20 minutes, remember?"
"When you told me he set his alarm for 20 minutes, I set mine for 19," he said. "Now get on your hands and knees."
"Yes, Sir!" I said, laughing as I re-positioned quickly.
He grabbed my hips and slid his cock inside me quickly. Usually, we both like a slow, deep entrance, but time was an issue right then. I have to say that quick and hard felt pretty nice.
Within about 2 minutes, I started to get that tingly feeling, which surprised me because I didn't expect to come twice. I started pressing back against him as he pounded me, hoping I could get a two-fer, thinking that maybe, if we could just keep it going a little longer......
I pushed back hard and wrapped my feet and ankles around his thighs as I came, trying to keep him deep inside as I came. He complied and didn't move for about 30 seconds, letting me shake and claim every shudder that I could.
When I relaxed, he grabbed my hips and started fucking me hard and fast. It felt like that reignited my orgasm which started to roll again. I grabbed onto the edge of the bed and surrendered to it.
When he came, he plunged into me deeply, groaning and digging his fingers into my skin.
After about a minute, he pulled out slowly and lay down next to me. I rolled over onto my back and snuggled up next to him.
"Wow," he said.
"Nice lunch!" I replied.
Then his alarm went off. He turned it off, got up, and unlocked the door quickly. He came back to bed and we pulled the covers up over us. Shortly thereafter, we could hear our son's iPod alarm going off in the other room, and then the house rumbled as he ran down the hallway and burst into our room.
"Wake up! Power nap is over!" he yelled, half shouting and half laughing.
Hubby and I acted like we were startled from our sleep.
Stretching his arms and yawning, Hubby said, "What a great nap."
"Get up!" cried our son. "It's time for lunch!" Then he ran out of the room again.
I looked at hubby wickedly, grabbed his inner thigh and said, "You heard him. It's lunch time."
Hubby laughed. "It's the other kind of lunch time, you naughty girl." And he got up and left the room, too.
I stretched out on the bed, relaxing for a minute until I heard the little man yell from the other room, "Mom! get up!"
I smiled and thought about how fortunate I was. Right at that moment I had everything I could ever want.
My next thought was that I should come home for lunch more often.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
The Funnier Side of Marriage
I was looking for a particular joke about marriage that I read recently that applied to what I wanted to write about today. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to find it, but while I was searching I found this Marriage Jokes site.
There I was, innocently perusing and enjoying the jokes as I looked for the one I remembered. Then one hit me light a lightning bolt and I burst into laughter - out loud (which is a bit odd in an office of writers where the only typical sounds are tapping keyboards and soft background Pandora music).
Here it is:
Two married men, Bill and Paul, were having a drink after work.
Bill says: "Have you ever said something when you meant to say something else?"
"How do you mean?" said Paul.
"Well, see the other day when buying airline tickets, instead of asking for two tickets to Pittsburgh, I asked for two pickets to Titsberg"
"Yeah, I know what you mean," said Paul. "Last week I was having breakfast with my wife. I meant to say 'Please pass me the Sugar.' But what came out was "Shut up you witch, you've ruined my life!"
I'm not sure why I found this so funny. It must be my goofy mood today.
And I really need to laugh. If you've got a funny marriage joke, please share it! And yes, it's okay to copy and paste from the Marriage Jokes site if you must, just remember to give credit to the source.
Maybe I'll offer a prize of some sort to whoever comes up with the funniest joke........
There I was, innocently perusing and enjoying the jokes as I looked for the one I remembered. Then one hit me light a lightning bolt and I burst into laughter - out loud (which is a bit odd in an office of writers where the only typical sounds are tapping keyboards and soft background Pandora music).
Here it is:
Two married men, Bill and Paul, were having a drink after work.
Bill says: "Have you ever said something when you meant to say something else?"
"How do you mean?" said Paul.
"Well, see the other day when buying airline tickets, instead of asking for two tickets to Pittsburgh, I asked for two pickets to Titsberg"
"Yeah, I know what you mean," said Paul. "Last week I was having breakfast with my wife. I meant to say 'Please pass me the Sugar.' But what came out was "Shut up you witch, you've ruined my life!"
I'm not sure why I found this so funny. It must be my goofy mood today.
And I really need to laugh. If you've got a funny marriage joke, please share it! And yes, it's okay to copy and paste from the Marriage Jokes site if you must, just remember to give credit to the source.
Maybe I'll offer a prize of some sort to whoever comes up with the funniest joke........
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