Friday, June 29, 2012
He wrote about the last time we were together.It was an encounter that I had not written about, a story yet to be told. As you would expect, JJ's is different than mine, which makes it a bit hotter, in my opinion.
Here's Our Last Encounter, Part 1, published on JJ Loves Kat!
JJ tells me that Part 2 will be published this weekend, so keep checking back.
I don't want to ruin the story, but I do want to say that all of you fisting lovers out there should definitely read this. JJ is a fisting master, if ever there was one.
If you're not into fisting, trust me, there is more - much, much more.
If you don't subscribe to JJ Loves Kat!, this would be a good time to take care of that, don't ya think?
Thursday, June 28, 2012
We didn't talk much as we drove. I asked a few stupid questions like, "Gee, the streets sure are complicated here. Is it hard to get around?" Yeah, I know. I would have been better off saying nothing, huh?
Anyway, every now and then he would reach over and pinch one of my nipples or I'd reach over and stroke his cock a bit. It was just teasing, of course, but it's still unsafe to drive doing that stuff. It has to be more hazardous than texting and driving.
But I digress....again....
He took me to a small neighborhood park on a hill. There was a small opening to the street and the rest of the park was hidden behind bushes and trees. We went into the park and he took my hand as we walked on a meandering path through a small forested area. It was very dark so I was really glad he had my hand. The path wasn't very long at all. Soon, the trees cleared and the path released us into a clearing with some sculptures and a long stone bench or short wall. But that's not what grabbed my attention. I looked up and saw a panoramic view of the city lights spread out below us. Wow. Just wow.
I turned toward him and he slipped his arms around me, pulling me to him, and he kissed me. It was that sweet, gentle kiss again, like the one in front of the club. But then he reached up, grabbed a handful of hair on the back of my head and pulled. I moaned.
I was confused. He kept me off balance, moving from sweet and romantic (the kiss at the club, taking my hand on the path, bringing me to this perfect location) to dominant and rough (the activity in the car, the hair pulling and, I was sure, whatever was coming next).
He reached under my blouse and slid his hand under my bra. Then he stopped. He said, "Do you have something in your bra?" Oh shit. I had $5 and a lipstick tucked into my bra. How embarrassing! He gently pulled them out and said, "I'm just going to put these in my pocket for now, ok?" I thanked him and then we went back to what we were doing.
He told me to get on my knees and suck his cock. By the time I was on my knees, his cock was already out and ready for me. I took him into my mouth gently at first, but soon I was sucking him hungrily, almost greedily. His hand was on my head, and every now and then he'd grab my hair and pull me back, taking his cock out of my mouth. I'd whimper and strain with my mouth open, trying to reach it, Then he'd release me and drive it deep into my throat forcefully. After doing that a few times, he pulled me off him and asked, "What do you want?"
I answered simply, "I want your cock."
"You really want my cock?" he asked as he tightened his grip on my hair, tilting my head back, making me look up at him.
"Yes. Please," I answered.
"Where do you want it?"
Whoa! A choice?! It hadn't occurred to me that I'd get a choice. I just assumed that he was going to cum in my mouth. Well, then, since I was dripping wet and I had a choice.....
"I want you to fuck me," I said.
"You want it in your pussy?" he asked.
"Yes," I said, and I tried to nod my head, but ouch. He still had me firmly by the hair.
Suddenly, he released me and said, "Ok, get up." Then he offered a hand to help me. There's that contradiction again. Such a gentleman, yet dominant. A dominant gentleman.
I got up and turned toward that stone wall/bench. I quickly pulled down my pants and panties and bent over the bench. The cold night air shocked me bit, but only for a moment because I had barely bent over when his cock was sliding in me. I squealed and grabbed onto the bench. I wasn't prepared for an ass fucking, and didn't he say pussy? Oh well, I'd just brace myself. But then he pulled out and slammed into my pussy.
I moaned. I knew he would feel good inside me, but this was...wow...very good. He grabbed my hips and fucked me hard. I held onto the bench and looked up to see the unbelievably gorgeous view in front of me. Then I had a very strange thought. I thought, Wow, I'm getting a fantastic fuck from a virtual stranger, and I'm sightseeing at the same time. Hey, I can't help where my brain goes. It often takes off without my consent. ADD, remember?
After he came, he stood me up and turned me to face him. I pulled up my pants quickly. Then he kissed me again. There it was again - that kiss. Gentle, but with much more passion this time. When he pulled back from the kiss, I looked into his eyes again. Even though it was dark, that part of the park was illuminated by the lights of the city. His eyes were sparkling. That's when I melted. That moment.
He leaned forward against me, pushing me back against the bench and sliding his hand down my pants to play with my clit again. Oh, I was very, very ready to cum again. I pulled up my blouse and bra, exposing my breasts and pinching my nipples. He said, "Did I say you could you pay with your tits?"
I immediately pulled my hands away from my breasts as I replied, "No, Sir. I'm sorry."
"That's right," he said. "You can play with them this time, but next time you don't do anything unless I tell you to do it. Understood?"
I nodded. I was gasping and moaning, rocking my hips against his hand. He smiled briefly again. He knew what I wanted. I was sure that he knew and he was just waiting for me to ask. So I did.
"Can I cum, please?"
"What if I say 'no,'" he replied playfully with a slight, crooked smile on his face.
How far are we taking this game? I wondered. Is he really going to deny me an orgasm? Really?
Before I could answer, he said, "Ok, you can cum." It's a good thing he said ok because it had already started rolling through me. There was no stopping it at that point. As I came, he pulled me close to him and kissed me deeply. I started screaming into his mouth, but then I quickly turned my head away from the kiss. Moaning into his mouth as I came made me think of JJ. I don't know if I stopped doing that out of guilt, respect or what. And respect for whom? JJ? or Seattle Guy? But as soon as I started kissing and sucking on his neck, still cuming hard, I was back in the present moment with this amazing man.
After I came, we chatted some more. I really enjoyed his company. Being with him was comfortable - like wearing a favorite pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Very Seattle, huh?
We went from chatting to kissing and back. Before I knew it, he was hard again. I smiled.
"That's one of the advantages of youth," I said.
He turned me around and bent me over the bench again. His cock slid into my ass again (I was mentally prepared this time).
He started to pull back, saying, "I'm sorry...."
But I responded quickly, "That's ok. You can fuck my ass."
He started slowly, but soon he was thrusting inside me as deeply as he could, and harder and harder. I relaxed into it, pushing back against him, enjoying every thrust, wishing the evening could last longer.
After he finished with me that time, we checked the time. It was after 1:00 a.m. I had to get back to the hotel. I knew Hubby would be waiting up, and he would not be very happy that I had stayed out so late.
We went back to the car and started the trek to my hotel. As we were driving, Seattle guy said, I want you cum again for me."
I said, "Now????"
"Yes. Now," he answered.
I looked around and the other cars. There were cars everywhere. Only in a place like this would half the city be out at 1:00 a.m. I took a deep breath and reached a hand unto my pants and spread my legs open a bit, and I started touching myself. Then I pulled out one of my breasts so I could pinch the nipple while I played. That would make me cum faster, and I wanted this to be as fast as possible. Jeez, my pussy was wet.
I turned and looked at him as he was driving, still playing with myself, feeling like I really wanted to please him. If this is what he wanted, ok. Every now and then, I'd look over out my window at the other cars passing by, hoping against hope that no one would notice. I wondered if he was hoping that someone would notice.
Soon I was shaking, needing to cum. I asked his permission, he granted it and I let go. I closed my eyes and put my head back against the headrest, not caring at that moment if the whole city of Seattle knew what was going on.
When I came down, I looked over and saw him smiling at me. I blushed. Yes, blushed.
He parked across the street from my hotel and we talked for awhile before he gave me one more deep kiss and I got out of the car.
I walked into the hotel a little sad that we were leaving Seattle the next day. I wondered if I would ever see him again. I wondered if I'd ever hear from him again.
Yes, I've heard from him. And I know he's reading this. He was a PWK reader before we met. In fact, that's how we met.
So, Seattle Guy, you're amazing. Thank you for the very unique view of your city you gave me. Oh yeah, thanks for the other things you gave me, too. ;-)
Before we went back in, he asked if he could have a little kiss. I agreed, knowing that it wasn't very smart out there in the open. He kissed me gently. It was electric. I was thinking, How many songs do we have to listen to before it's polite to leave?
We went back in to hear my brother's band play. Seattle Guy stood behind me again, and this time I was fidgety and....uh....damp. What's with all those musical interludes that stretched the songs out longer and longer? Sheesh. Finally, after we listened to a few songs and I knew my brother had seen me there, I stood up and we left.
We slowly walked a couple of blocks to his car, talking along the way. He seemed to relax a lot as we walked. I was glad for that. I knew from our conversations before then that he was dominant, but I hadn't seen that yet. Would I get to see it?
When we got to his car, he opened the door for me and I got in. Before he closed the door, he leaned over and kissed me. This was no light, sweet kiss like we'd shared in front of the club. This was a hot, deep, forceful kiss. He touched my breast as he kissed me, squeezing my nipple firmly through my blouse and bra. I moaned and arched my back, pressing against his hand. He pulled his hand away then and slid it down, slipping into my pants and panties. He found my clit immediately and started rubbing it. My wetness made it easy for him. We weren't kissing anymore. I was just staring into his eyes, feeling the pleasure build. Those eyes!
"You're going to cum for me," he whispered, more like a command than a statement. I nodded and simply said, "Yes." I kept my arms down at my side. It felt instinctive, like it was what I was supposed to do.
Every now and then, he looked away from my face and watched me rock my hips, grinding against his hand. Even though I was fully clothed, I felt completely exposed to him. He seemed almost businesslike, impassive - and I was just about overflowing with passion and pleasure. The dichotomy was striking. I asked him for permission to cum, and he consented after making me wait what seemed like forever. I cried out as I came and I felt more than a sexual release. I felt my body releasing the nervousness, the anxiety about meeting him, and, most importantly, any need to control anything.
Before he backed up and closed the door, his lips brushed against my ear and he whispered, "That's a good slut."
My breath caught in my throat. He closed the door before I could say anything and I was shaking as I tried to fasten the seat belt. He got into the driver's side and I still hadn't succeeded with the damn seat belt! I really didn't want him to see me like this.
I was telling myself to pull it together when I noticed that he was unfastening his pants. His hard cock was freed easily. Mmmm.....beautiful. I hadn't even asked about his cock (that just feels rude, doesn't it?) and he hadn't offered any information, so I knew there was a chance that he might be itty-bitty, but...uh...no. I was pleasantly surprised that he was...... more than a mouthful. No, I'm not going to share his measurements, but I will say that just about any woman would be impressed.
I looked up at him and he was just looking at me. I smiled. Good thing I didn't have my seat belt on because that made it easier to lean over and take his gorgeous thick cock into my mouth. Those of you who have ever sucked a cock in a small car know that it's not as easy as it looks. The angle is nearly impossible and the darned steering wheel is usually in the way to some degree. Still, I took the opportunity to enjoy him a little and learn about him.
After a little while I stopped and looked at him. Did he really want to cum like this? As if he could hear my thoughts, he tucked his cock away again, put on his seat belt, started the car, and said, "I think I know just the place we can go."
To be continued....
(Don't worry, Prowlers, you won't have to wait long. Part 2 will go live at 4:00 pm Pacific time today.)
Monday, June 25, 2012
The email read:
I very much enjoyed reading your short little tale about the beautiful men of Seattle. What can I say, there are a number of us here and I know I do not count myself among the most beautiful. I just wanted to drop you a quick note saying how much I enjoy your writing and to enjoy my wonderful city. As much as I would love to be part of your candy tasting adventure (if it were to happen) I know it is unlikely. Did I read a post in the past that said something about staying away from readers? Regardless, I am sure you and the family have many adventures planned throughout this city for your time here but if you need any advice about things to do or places to go please ask. I would be honored to provide my opinion. Once again, thank you for your writing, it is incredibly enjoyable.
So I wrote back.
Hi Seattle Guy-
What a nice message! Are you really in Seattle? Right now, I'm having dinner at Toulouse Petit Kitchen and Lounge. Do you know it? I love to sample the local flavor. ;-) Can't write now, but I'll definitely write more later. Tell me about yourself.>And thank you for the kind words about the blog. What do you like best?
We exchanged a few more emails. Then we moved to text and chatted some more. We learned we have quite a bit in common, professionally speaking. We also learned we have quite a bit in common when it comes to naughty preferences, or as he would say, "inappropriate" activities. He's bright, witty, engaging - thoroughly enjoyable to chat with. I found him on Facebook and saw some photos. Definitely fuckable. Handsome, with an intense look in his eyes in every photo.
I learned quite a few things about him, most of which I won't share here, but there are some things I learned that are definitely relevant to this story.
He's single. (As you know, I don't do single guys. Well, with the exception of Single Guy. Every rule needs an exception, but if there's more than one exception, it's really not a rule, is it? And "no single guys" is a definite rule.)
He's 31 - young. (As you know, I avoid young guys. Well, with the exception of Young One. It's not really a rule, but I generally prefer older men. They are more dominant and more likely to know their way around a woman's body. Also, since I have a son in his early 20's, being with anyone who could be in my son's peer group just feels, well, creepy.)
So, my rules and preferences would say that Seattle Guy would be off limits. Definitely off limits.
And come on, he was some random guy who reads the blog who sent me an email.Do you know how many emails I get? There's no way I could fuck them all. To be honest, I wouldn't want to even try. I have some definite standards. Only the best for a discerning Kat.
Add to that the fact that I was on vacation with my family. Hubby's leash on me was tighter and shorter than ever. I had been alone without the family only once on the whole trip, and that was when I was in the room working and Hubby kept calling to make sure I was still there and alone. And in Seattle, my extended family had joined us for a family reunion, so if Hubby wasn't with me, someone was.
All this meant that the odds that I'd be able to get away to meet Seattle Guy, even for a brief and very platonic "hello," would be extremely slim.
But I'm Kat. I'm creative and resourceful. And I was interested in Seattle Guy. I still can't explain it, but I felt a connection soon after we started chatting. I liked him.
Oh yeah. And I was horny.
But there were those rules.....and the Houdini-style jailbreak I would have to pull off to meet him.
So, Prowlers, before I finish the story about Seattle Guy, I want to hear from you. What do you think happened?
Did I manage to meet Seattle Guy? And if you think I met him, do you think it was a friendly meeting over coffee or something more? And if you think it was something more, was it a quick "stolen kiss and heavy petting" session or a "hot and wet fuck and suck" session?
Maybe there will be a prize for the first person (or two or three) to guess correctly. ;-)
Thursday, June 21, 2012
I'm in Seattle on vacation. This is one of the nation's best cities. The trip up the Oregon coast was gorgeous, but I've been looking forward to Seattle for a while. There's just something about the bustle of the city and the home of Starbucks that makes me feel alive.
Or maybe it's the men. That's probably it. Seattle has a disproportionately high concentration of good looking men, and that was true even before Fifty Shades of Grey was published. If you haven't read the book, you have no idea what I'm talking about. Oh well. All you really need to know is that there are lots of hot men here - in all age groups.
Also keep in mind that I got lucky with that one vacation sex event, but it's pretty obvious that it won't be happening again. A little eye candy, Spartacus, and some fantasies about potential anonymous, one-time sex encounters are what I'm left with to calm the imperious urge.
So, we checked into the hotel and went out walking, looking for a restaurant for lunch. There wasn't much looking involved - they are everywhere in this part of town, but we walked a while because finding a restaurant that works for five people with very different tastes is a challenge. As we walked, while the boys debated the merits of Thai over Mexican, I decided to enjoy the eye candy.
To make a game of it, I thought I'd count the number of gorgeous, fuckable men I saw on the way to whatever restaurant the boys would pick. The first was about 30, well over 6'2", muscular, blonde. I caught my breath and had to focus on keeping my mouth closed as he jogged by. He turned and smiled at me and nodded as he passed. Damn. I was hoping to keep my panties from getting damp for at least a block or two, but that ship sailed by with Mr. Perfect Teeth. I stopped and turned to watch him from the rear. Oh. My. God.
That's one, I thought. Am I going to be able to survive this walk?
Hubby turned to me and said, "You're not supposed to be so obvious. There's an art to checking out the opposite sex, ya know."
"That wasn't just any man, though," I replied. "That was a god."
We both laughed, and I got back to my counting. Two. Three. Four. Five. I was up to 14 by the time the boys picked a restaurant only three blocks from the hotel. I decided to continue counting until I got back to the hotel.
Bus boy. Fifteen. Mmmm....waiter....sixteen. Then I started calculating the odds that I might actually escape for a few hours for some....uh.....candy tasting. It would be difficult, but I could do it.
I looked around the restaurant. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-one. What the heck is going on?, I thought.
It was getting ridiculous. They were, literally, everywhere.
We got up to leave and started walking back. Twenty-two. Twenty-three. Twenty-four.
Then I saw it. The poster. And it reminded me what my brother had already told me about this weekend. I couldn't believe I forgot.
This is Gay Pride weekend in Seattle. The parade is Sunday.
All those gorgeous men, but a bunch are gay, in town for the parade, and I have no way of knowing which are real candy and which are not candy at all.
I quit counting for the rest of the walk back. Now I was a little bit depressed and sexually frustrated.
Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
I'm on vacation for a couple of weeks. That's why you haven't heard from me lately, but you're never far from my thoughts, Prowlers.
Unfortunately, the reason you haven't heard from me so far is the same reason why I was pretty sure there would be no vacation sex for me. I'm never alone.
All day I'm trapped in a mini-van with my husband and offspring, with the exception of occasional sightseeing stops, and all night I'm trapped in a hotel room with my husband and offspring. I don't do well without alone time, but living in close quarters with a group of males is particularly trying at times. But that's a story for another day.
Anyway, tonight we got back from dinner and the boys decided to go down to the pool. The minute the door closed behind them I ran to the door, pushed the security latch closed so it couldn't be opened even with a key, and started peeling off my clothes as I headed toward the bed, shouting at Hubby, "Come on! We have at least 30 minutes. Let's go!"
I flopped on the bed naked and looked at him expectantly. He said, "I really want to get these bags organized so the van will be easier to pack tomorrow. Maybe later."
I sat straight up. "Are you fucking kidding me? There is no 'later' and you know it. This is the first time we have been alone in five days and who knows if we'll have another chance like this."
"You'll survive a couple of weeks without sex. You've done it before."
"Fine," I said. "I'll just play with Spartacus." And I reached into my suitcase and pulled out my favorite toy.
Not even looking up from his task, he shook his head, saying, "I can't believe you brought that thing."
I didn't answer. I just spread out on the bed and turned on Spartacus. I closed my eyes and disappeared into my fantasy world.
"Dammit, Kat!" I could hear that Hubby was a bit annoyed.
"Don't interrupt," I moaned.
The next thing I knew, Hubby was on the bed next to me, kissing my neck, and attempting to pull Spartacus out of me. I could feel his hardness pressing against my leg.
"No, no, no," I said. "You had your chance. You gave up your turn to Spartacus. Now you have to wait."
I smiled and went back to what I was doing.
Hubby groaned, "Tell him to hurry up. I want my turn," just before he took one of my nipples into his mouth.
After that, it took no time at all for me to cum hard. Just to yank his chain a little, I decided to say, "Oh, Spartacus!" as I came.
He growled and slowly pulled Spartacus out of me and rolled me over. I lifted myself up onto my knees and elbows just in time for him to slide deep inside me. After a few strokes he pulled out and said, "I don't want anybody's sloppy seconds. You gave your pussy to Spartacus, so I'll take your ass." Before he was half way through with that statement, his cock was already in me. I squealed (it really did hurt) and instinctively tried to pull away, but he grabbed my hips and pulled me back against him forcefully.
"Oh no. You started this. You're gonna finish it." Then he pounded me hard, forcing me to push against the headboard just to keep from being slammed into it.
He groaned loudly as he came. When he pulled out, I whined a little wishing it could have lasted longer.
He got up, cleaned up a bit and went back to his packing task as if nothing had happened. I jumped into the shower, pleased that I managed to get a little vacation sex after all. Then I took the security lock off the door and started writing this. Five minutes ago, the door burst open and the room was full of boys again.
My youngest jumped onto the bed and said, "Mommy, you should have come swimming with us! We had so much more fun than you did!"
I tried to keep my smile from betraying what I was thinking.
"I'm sure you're right, Sweetie," I replied. "Tell me all about the fun you had."
While he was talking, I noticed Hubby was smiling.
He said, under his breath, "You guys didn't have more fun than I did."
My oldest heard his little comment and said,"Dad! That is so gross! We can't leave you two alone for even a few minutes."
Well, there goes my chance for any more vacation sex.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Always assume your lover's wife is smarter than he thinks she is.
Choose your lover wisely because someday he will be your ex-lover.
Marriage never ends well. It always ends in either divorce or death.
The day that your lover has fucked you in the ass so delightfully hard that you can barely walk will be the night that your husband announces that he wants to try anal.
Today's totally-in-love-and-overly-attentive man will become tomorrow's stalker.
If you want to know if your lover really loves you, refuse sex. You'll know pretty quickly.
If love knocks on your door, let it in. You never know if it will come your way again.
You need to know what you want before you go looking for it.
If you're not prepared to lose, don't play.
Caution and preparation only take a little while, but regret lasts forever.
If you're going to take a lover, be bold and fearless! The consequences if you are caught will be the same whether you are coy and reserved or wild and uninhibited. But which will be more fun?
If you act like a bitch, don't be surprised when you are treated like one.
Never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever put a man ahead of your children in your life - even for an afternoon.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Hubby and I were there first, but Cara and Beth arrived soon thereafter. After the greetings and pleasantries, Cara handed me a beautifully gift wrapped box which I promptly unwrapped by ripping the paper off it very much in the way I like to rip the clothes off a man just before we...you know.
My first thought was, "How cute! And how perfect!" I was thinking of the fact that I was a teacher at one point in my life and that I am actually old enough to have learned to read using the Dick and Jane books.
Then I looked closer and thought, "Oh my gosh! These really are perfect for me!"
But that thought was followed immediately by, "OH MY GOD!!! Hubby is here! Why did she give me these in front of Hubby???"
Take a closer look:
The first one says, "Come and play, See Dick."
The second one says, "Come, Sally, come! Oh, Dick."
The final one says, "See Dick and Jane go up and down."
So there I was holding these towels, almost speechless, wanting to comment about the obvious message communicated by the text but knowing that this could be really weird. I chose to go with my default response, which is to act like nothing is out of the ordinary.
I thanked her profusely. I talked about how much I loved them (which is 100% true). I showed them - very briefly - to Hubby, and then I put them back in the box while the conversation continued to how Hubby and I had both learned to read with the Dick and Jane books and how old that makes us. Then we moved on to talking about something else.
Hubby gave no indication that anything was unusual about the gift, but now I have another dilemma. If I take them home to use them, he will clearly figure it out when he looks at them closely. If I don't take them home, he'll definitely think something is up. For now, they are resting quietly on my desk waiting for me to figure out what to do with them.
But I really love them! They are perfect for me....and so fun! Cara definitely knows me well.
I really do love Dick.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Daunt here. I’m winging my way from Sacramento to the east coast. On the first leg of my trip I get seated in the puddle jumper that is to take me to my next flight. I’m seated next to another man and as small as the seats are there is barely room for our shoulders. Finally the plane is in the air and about the time it levels off I hear the musical laughter of a woman behind me.
I get out my Kindle to kill time. As I begin to read I keep finding myself distracted by the conversation brewing behind me. I hear a man introduce himself to a young sounding woman and they strike up a conversation. I focus more intently on what I’m reading trying to tune them out.
“Good to meet you Renee,” I hear the man say. Uh ho, by the inflection in his voice I can tell he’s smitten. Jeez, just read Daunt. Forget about that nonsense.
“Yeah, I’ve worked in Reno, Las Vegas, Phoenix, and Los Angeles. I make good money in those places, but I’m surprised, I really do well in Sacramento too,” our young sounding miss says.
This little scrap of info penetrates my brain drawing me yet again out of my book. Thoughts begin to percolate. What can a young flirtatious sounding woman do to earn money in those various cities? Oh my... seriously? There is a stripper seated behind me? Great, now my book doesn’t have a chance. She continues.
“Yeah, I work at Centerfolds in Rancho Cordova, that’s where the hot girls work hee hee.”
The couple’s conversation shifts to various vacations they’ve taken in their past, fun things they've done and tattoos they have. I hear the man showing too much interest and Ms. Stripper talking much more than he is -- primarily about herself. The beverage service starts.
“Hey,” I hear the man addressing our tattooed, flaxen, oft scantily clad miss, “would you like a drink? Let me buy you a drink.” At this point my mind starts screaming, Dude! You’re a lamer! You might as well have crawled into her lap like a dog, belly up, with your tongue lolled out the side of your maw!
“Oooh fun. Hee hee. Yeah I’ll have a drink,” she replies.
Oh man, you poor sucker. You’ve bellied up to the bar and she’s not even stripping. You’ve become her bitch. Finally I grow bored of her prattle and am able to read my novel. We land and file out of the plane. As I’m leaving the jetway I see our exotic dancer striding away, then I hear a familiar voice. “Ummm, bye Renee!” our smitten man-puppy calls out. She didn’t even look back or acknowledge him.
The moral of this story? Never buy a stripper a drink.
Wallpapers by WWC features photos of beautiful people either fully or partially nude. Eye candy, for sure.
Most of the images are photos of men, but there are some women, too, and they are all beautiful. Even if you are not into naughty photos, you will love the celebration of the human body that this site promotes.
Just as a teaser, here are a couple of the photos you can find there. Matching panties. How cute!
Monday, June 11, 2012
Most of our blogger participants this month are sex bloggers, but not all of them are. And not all of them write about infidelity. That's right. Some write about sex and love within the context of marriage, and I"m grateful for them because if this blog was about sex within the context of marriage, it would be very, very quiet here.
There's a little of everything here - a little sex (well, more than a little sex), a little drama, a little humor, a little sadness, a little love.
As you click on each link to go to a new blog and read the post, please also considering following or subscribing to that blog. Then you don't have to miss any new posts.
Here we go.....
AM Encounter with G - Naughty Kitty shares the story of her first encounter from someone she met on Ashley Madison. I don't want to spoil the story, but there's a condom involved and an accent and.... It's delightful.
About Naughty Kitty (from Kitty herself) - Hi my name is Naughty Kitty and I am an Ashely Madison addict. I signed up for Ashley Madison as a recommendation by a friend who thought it might give me some good writing material. I ended up learning so much more. Over the past several months my desires and needs have changed. I have learned about men, women, relationships, sex, love, fucking...just about everything you can imagine. This is a post from my first Ashley Madison encounter. Enjoy!
Sassy's Past Part 2: Pop Goes My Cherry - Can you guess what this one is about? Sassy Girl shares about her "first time." High school, accidental entry.....nice story.
About Sassy Girl (in her own words) - Call me Sassy. I heat up old flames! I’m that girl you were sweet on
in high school, the one you wonder about? I look like a demure, curvy married lady from Boston with an office job, two cats, a car and a condo, with most of her sex life in her head. But you’re in for a sexy surprise. My blog is a very SEXY conversation between a man and a woman on Facebook. Plus you get to see my cleavage! My first love from high school found me online after 35 years. He's curious to know how my life turned out, and whether I am the same sassy girl he knew. He came at me at 100 mph, reminding me of magic moments we shared, trying to convince me to finish what we started as teenagers. He wants to find out if the chemistry he remembers and the connection we made online exists in the real world, even though we've each been married for years and never strayed. We entertain each other through illness, death and the daily grind, discovering a lot about life, love, long-distance relationships and SEX! Will we ever meet face-to-face?
Will we hook up?
Kat's Chain - Are You Ready for the Sex Girls? - Only Ryan Beaumont can tell a story quite like this. He poses an interesting question that made me laugh out loud - What is the proper etiquette for how long one should date a woman who has had your dick in her mouth?
Ryan's bio (which will make you smile as much as his posts):
“I was born a poor black child.”
Sorry, you should never start a bio with a bold-faced lie; I was really born to a middle-class white couple but it was in the deep south. I am however, eternally infatuated with Steve Martin, his humor and his urbanity (is that a word). I guess for you Millennials out there I really love Will Ferrell as well. The stories I talk about are real but in a way Ryan is the character I wish to be so they are interpreted through his voice.
I guess if I had to say I have been affected by certain books I would probably say stuff like the Catcher in the Rye, Huck Finn, Catch 22, and Slaughterhouse Five. Which basically means I’m a screwed up sarcastic mess. Probably more than anything I love Ball Four, Jim Bouton’s 60’s behind the scenes look at baseball. Bouton is my ultimate anti-hero a “thinking man’s jock,” just smart enough to sound like he may be informed on a few things but still bound by his affinity to BBQ, baseball, and chicks!
As for the real me as I say on my blog just “a typical guy who’s circumstances pointed him in the wrong direction for the right reason.” How’s that for passing the buck!
The First Time - Max, author of Thoughts from a Mystic Satyr, wrote a charming "first time" story that probably resonates with most of us. It took me down memory lane and highlighted how much sex (like life) is so much more about the journey than the destination.
A little about Max - Max has been blogging for over two years now about erotic fantasies and reminiscences, relationships, and connection - both physical and spiritual. He's a sucker for feedback, so please send him thoughts and comments.
My First Time - Ponyboy's story about his first time will make you bust into a big smile at the end. But don't you dare cheat! Read it from the beginning. You'll know what I mean.
Ponyboy shares a little about himself - I'm a happily married father of two. I started reading blogs online as an outlet and a resource to see what other married guys like me were going through. As I read more I discovered I enjoyed reading about others and having conversations about various marital and relationship issues. I am an anonymous writer and intend to stay that way. I don't feel I would have the freedom to write what I want to write if I was publishing with my real name. So there you go, the honest truth - much like how I write..
My First Fuck Buddy - This is the "first time" story I"m sharing with the Chain today. If you're looking for something a bit more naughty, here's The First Ten Minutes and Two Feet.
About Kat - Many of you know all about me already, but for those of you who don't.... I love sex and I love men. Yeah, that's about it.
So there you have it, Prowlers. Our first Sex Blog Chain post! Remember, please leave comments for our blogger friends, share this post with your friends, and be sure to follow our participants' blogs.
Bloggers, if you want to participate next month, check out the guidelines here or send me an email. We'd love to have you!
On July 10th, our next Chain post will go live, and the topic is Outdoor/Summer Sex. See you then!
Friday, June 8, 2012
I told you we'd post our Sex Blog Chain post on the 10th of each month. Great plan. But I failed to notice that the 10th is on a weekend this month and it's very difficult for me to post on the weekend if I'm not in the office. Oh, I can do a quick post from my cell, but putting the Chain post together is more involved and I really don't think Hubby would be very amenable to the idea of taking family time for that.
So, as the queen bee of Prowling with Kat (or should I say the lead pussy?) I've made the executive decision that our first Chain post will go up by mid-day Monday. That means that my blogger friends have another day to get their posts in. I already have five, but more are welcome!
Enjoy your weekend, Prowlers! I have a naughty story I'm just itching to tell, so I may be back sooner than you think. ;-)
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
I met Ben at a party. It started like it always did, with some guy swaggering up to me and asking if he could get me a drink. This one was cute, though. And he was a baseball player, there on a baseball scholarship, no less, and you know how I feel about baseball. We talked. We drank. We kissed. We drank some more. Then we went back to his place and fucked for several hours. He had a very nice body - not a Pablo Sandoval body, but more of an Aubrey Huff body. Lean, muscular.
Anyway, after coming and fucking a few times, I got up started getting my clothes. He asked me where I was going and I told him I was heading back to my room. I thanked him politely for a nice time, etc., and then he asked me to stay the night. I was horrified. Stay the night? Nooooooooo. I explained that I never stay the night. That sort of intimacy was reserved for someone I really cared about or loved. The look he gave me as I was leaving was the first sign I had that I was different than "normal women." It was about the sex for me, not the cuddling or the pillow talk.
Before I go on, I need to tell you that the sex was good, very good. No, it was great! The stamina of a 19 year old is hard to beat. And he responded to direction well...and learned quickly.
He called the next week and asked me out. When he showed up at my dorm to pick me up, he suggested dinner, a movie, and then maybe some fun like we had the previous week. Sounded good to me. That was to be our first, and last, date.
The next week, he called and invited me over for the fun part. Great. We were fuck buddies for two years. I had a couple of different boyfriends in that time, and he had more than a few girlfriends, but through them all, we still connected once or twice a week for "fun." We had very little contact in-between play sessions (except for long talks about baseball after games when I'd tell him things I noticed about his play or that of his teammates), but our "arrangement" was common knowledge among both of our sets of friends. Friends of mine would run up to me every now then, very concerned about me as they told me they had seen him flirting with some other gal, and they seemed very confused when I wasn't bothered by it at all. His friends would report to him when they'd see me kissing some other guy at a party. He wasn't surprised or annoyed by that information, either. I considered it to be the perfect fuck buddy arrangement.
Then things started to change. All of a sudden, he asked me if I could keep my flirting more private so his friends wouldn't see. Then he told me he didn't care if I fucked other guys, but he asked if I could please do it in secret because his friends were giving him a bad time about it. WTF?! I didn't agree to that. He got mad. It looked like our arrangement was going to end. But it didn't.
What happened several months later, though, ended it for good. Sort of.
His best friend was visiting from another state and he brought him over to my room to meet me. I have a feeling that his friend wanted to know if I really existed. Ben was already pretty drunk when they arrived. We hung out for a while drinking and ......well.......using some other chemicals that were popular in the early-80's. Within 30 minutes, Ben passed out on my bed. His friend and I kept talking, and drinking, and you know what happened. One thing led to another and the next thing I know, we were both naked on my roommate's bed and I was riding him like I hadn't had sex for a l-o-n-g time - with arousal that was enhanced, I'm sure, by that popular early-80's substance.
It was fantastic sex. It was amazing sex. It was noisy sex.
Ben never stirred.
We got dressed and curled up on my roommates bed and fell asleep.
We woke up the next morning and they left. Everything was fine.
Three days later, Ben came bursting into my room, deliriously angry.
"Did you really fuck my best friend when I was asleep in the bed right next to you?!"
I knew it wasn't time to lie or to make light of things, even though I really wanted to say, "Yeah, and I also gave him head and tongue-fucked his ass, too." But I was scared. I had never seen him like that before.
"Yes," I said quietly.
He sat down right next to me and continued, "And then you slept with him....all night?" That's when I saw the tears in his eyes.
Oh my god.
"I'm sorry," I said, "I didn't realize....I thought you wouldn't care."
He stood up, and threw the chair he was sitting in across the room. The he yelled, "You are so stupid!"
And he left.
I was stunned. We had been fuck buddies for about two years. The arrangement had never changed from what it was at the beginning - at least not from my perspective. Sure, I thought his recent request that I not be seen with other guys in public was a bit strange, but he said that was all about his friends giving him grief. I was confused. I tried to talk it over with my current boyfriend, and let's just say that didn't go over very well at all.
I didn't hear from Ben at all for a couple of weeks, and I didn't see him around school, either. I was sad. I missed him, but I wasn't broken up about it.
Then he called and asked if I could come over. I got to his place and we sat down to talk. He apologized for his violent outburst in my room. He acknowledged that he should have told me that his friend was off limits. He asked if we could forget that any of it happened and just go back to the way things were. I was all for it.
We started fooling around, though, and it was clear that something was different. He was gentler, the sex was much less raw. It felt like making love rather than fucking and then, in the middle of the act, he said it.
"I love you, Kat."
I didn't answer, but we kept fooling around for a long time. After, I started to get up, but he grabbed my arm and asked me to stay.
I stayed. As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that we were done.
After that school year, I got married and changed schools. I came back to see some friends and later that night as I was about to leave, I saw him. He stopped the car and called me over. We sat in his car talking for a couple of hours. He asked if we could fool around one more time, "for old times' sake," but I was newly married and not interested in having sex with anyone without Hubby's consent.
I got out of the car and watched him drive away. I was sad, but I glad that we'd had the chance to talk. This felt like closure - finally.
Looking back, I realize how naive I was to believe that a sexual relationship as intense as that one could go on for two years without one of us developing an emotional attachment. I used to think that something was wrong with him. Weren't guys supposed to be the ones who had sex without caring? But after a few years of therapy, I learned that I was the one who was broken, not him. There was a reason why sex and love were (and are) completely separate for me, and it's not a good thing. It's not a normal thing. If I hadn't been so fucked up, Ben and I would have ended up as boyfriend-girlfriend. We had so much in common. We got along great. Maybe he and I would have married. Who knows?
I have wanted to apologize to Ben for years now. I wouldn't be apologizing for the sex because that was fantastic, but for the way I handled it when he started developing feelings for me. I want to apologize for making him feel like he had done something wrong, like there was something wrong with him, when in reality it was me. He knew something was wrong with my reaction, but he couldn't name it. It was just his intuitive sense of knowing that I was not responding like a normal person should. And I had no clue about how badly I was broken.
Now, decades later, I still miss him.
Anyway, since the men in my life chose not to acknowledge Valentine's Day in any way with me(seriously), I thought it might be a good idea to provide a little reminder about my birthday. Hubby has been getting weekly reminders for the past month. When the day comes, he'll still act like it caught him off guard, but at least I will have tried.
That is all.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
And my body just responds. It's a physical response over which I have no control.
My conscious brain has no say in the matter. When I get some distance from the last contact, my rational brain steps in and says things like, "Single? You don't do single men, remember?" (I maintain this "rule" even though I've done Single Guy more than once) and "You want more than a casual fuck buddy, don't you?" and "Come on, what's so special about him?" and "He's the one who just disappears on you for months at a time, remember?" Then my brain recovers control and I refocus on my life and my honey and my kids and my work.
Time goes by, and I let it go. Then there's another contact and....WHAM! I'm attracted to him like a cat to catnip. My body responds and I want to do whatever it takes to...well, you know. ;-)
So, now that you have the background.....
A couple of days ago, I saw the little light on next to his name on Google Talk. I usually ignore that little light (rational mind, remember?), but this time I clicked on it and sent a quick message - "Hey." Yes, I was well aware that I was playing with fire, but I honestly didn't expect a reply. That's the deal with playing with fire. You never really expect anything to happen.
Then I saw, "Hi!" That was followed by a very brief interchange along the lines of "How are you? How's the weather?" and then the phone rang. I answered. He said who it was (as if I didn't know; my pussy had already twitched in response to his voice) and I was wigglin' for the catnip even though he was hundreds of miles away at the time.
Did we get together? No.
Have we talked about it? Yes.
Will we? I don't know. There are too many variables in play.
But I know this..... It has been quite a while since I've had a really good, hard, satisfying fucking. The more time that goes by without it, the more susceptible I am to Single Guy's "magic powers" and the more likely I am to follow my body's urging.
Given all this, you might expect me to say that I hate this feeling, but I don't. I love it! When my body is aroused, my senses are all heightened and I feel alive. I am amazed that I lived for years without feeling this - this euphoric arousal that makes colors brighter and brings my focus sharply to the needs of my body to the point that I'm driven to distraction. In this moment, I feel like a woman again - not an employer or a mom or a writer or a wife or a maid or any one of the other roles I play in my life.
Here I am, 47 years old, and I've never felt more sexual, never felt more like a woman in my life. Would I change my lifestyle and go back to living the way I did before? No way.
I need a little Katnip every now and then.
Monday, June 4, 2012
I've had lots of men tell me (and write to me) that they are looking for a fuck buddy with no strings attached (NSA). The first thing I think is that they are deluding themselves. Unless you are with a prostitute (and one might argue that the money is the string in that "relationship") there is no such thing as "no strings attached." When you are dealing with people, there are always strings. The only questions are: how strong is the string and how far does it reach?
What they are really saying is that they want things to be simple and they don't want a commitment. But the women they want to fuck all seem to want something different than that - something more. And the women who are willing to agree to what they want are either not the women they want to fuck or change their mind after a few play sessions and then they want - something more.
Let me put this in other words that may be easier to understand. They want the phone, but not the two year contract. Unfortunately, they are having a hard time finding a cell provider that won't require a two year contract, and when they do, the phones that are available with no contract are not the phones they want. The cool smart phones they want all come with a higher level of service and a two year contract.
For gosh sake, they yell, I just wanna make a few friggin' calls without signing my life away!
I feel your pain, and like I said, there is no such thing as a simple relationship, not even a fuck buddy relationship. You have the best chance of success, though, if you follow a few simple guidelines. Being a good fuck buddy increases the likelihood that your fuck buddy relationship will work.
- Be completely upfront about what you want. This is probably the most important thing to remember. Don't give the impression that you might consider more if you don't want more of an emotional relationship. You may find this hard to do because you suspect that if you fudge just a little, it'll be easier to get into her pants. That's true, but you'll be in for trouble later. Tell the truth. And then.....
- Be nice about it......don't be a jerk. Let me illustrate. I met a man on Ashley Madison. In our email correspondence, things looked good - very good. We met for lunch. It was nice, but he decided I wasn't his cup of tea. No problem. We decide, though, to continue the friendship because we actually liked each other and got along well. Then he couldn't help himself. He had to say something about that we could have sex if I wanted but it would be only sex, nothing more. Huh? I said, "No, thanks" because we had already agreed on a friendship with no physical component. Did he need to say that? The first rejection was enough, thank you very much. I really didn't need the offer of pity sex (as long as I understood that it would be only sex). Don't do that. Don't be a jerk. The interesting thing is that we became friends and our relationship became closer than it would have been if we had just opted for fuck buddy status. Go figure.
- Be specific. Saying that you only want sex and nothing more is just stupid because we all define things different. Saying that you don't want a relationship isn't clear because if you are having any contact with someone more than once, it's a relationship. Do you want to see each other in-between play sessions? What are your and her expectations for communication in-between play sessions? How much advance notice will you give each other before a meeting? Where will you meet and who's responsible for any costs (hotel rooms, etc.)? Are you ok with her having multiple fuck buddies? What does she expect in that regard?
- If the nature of the relationship changes, tell your partner immediately. If you're starting to feel more attached than you agreed you would be, speak up. Your buddy may be fine with that, but maybe not. If you start to feel jealous of her other playmates or her husband, that's a good sign tat you have moved beyond being a casual fuck buddy.
- Take your partner at his word...sometimes. This advice goes for everyone, but especially for women. If he says he doesn't want a love relationship, accept that or get out. Please don't think that you can change him and convince him to love you because you're....special. The odds are very, very slim that he'll change, and you'll end up hurt. However, no matter what is said.....
- Go with your gut. This goes for everyone, but especially for men. If your prospective fuck buddy is saying all of the right things, but it just doesn't feel right, walk away. Unfortunately, when it comes to relationships, women often say one thing and mean another. Before I get hate mail from all the women out there, let me quickly add that men do it, too. Women usually do it out of hope that deeper feelings will develop. Men typically do it because they don't know what they're feeling.
- Don't treat your partner like your on-call whore. I had a fuck buddy once who never communicated with me at all except when he wanted to fuck. I'd get a text, "Hey, can you come over for an hour today?" If I said that I was busy, he'd be mad. He genuinely thought that our arrangement meant that I should drop everything and come to service him when he called. Needless to say, that was a very, very short "relationship."
- Don't expect hearts and flowers and gifts. The fuck buddy relationship is the only male-female relationship that really is about one thing, and one thing only - mutual sexual gratification. If the relationship grows and becomes a friendship, you're not true fuck buddies anymore, you're "friends with benefits." As mentioned above, you should be clear about this upfront. If one of you thinks you're fuck buddies and one of your thinks you're friends or lovers. You could end up like Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky (see below). You shouldn't expect birthday gifts and flowers from your fuck buddy, although I once asked for a new vibrator as a birthday gift from one of mine. He was only too happy to oblige. ;-)
- Don't share all your private information with a fuck buddy. If it really is a fuck buddy relationship, all the other person needs is enough information about you to feel safe. If you share too much, you could be giving an angry ex-fuck buddy ammunition to hurt you later when her feelings deepen and yours don't. If it's truly just about sex, she won't mind that she doesn't know where your parents live, your best friend's phone number, and where your wife works. Heck, trust me, if it's truly about sex, she won't want to know those things.
- Don't be selfish in bed. Just because you don't have to buy her dinner doesn't mean you don't have to make her come. As much as you want to believe it's all about your gratification, it's about her's, too. In fact, the best way to keep things going is to make sure she's satisfied and wants to come back for more. Let's be honest. There are a lot more prospective male fuck buddies out there than there are prospective female fuck buddies. If you don't take the time to satisfy her, she'll find someone else. Why not? She has no emotional attachment to you. When a woman loves you, you can be a selfish jerk in bed and she'll stay (for awhile, at least). In a true fuck buddy relationship, you have to put out to keep her.
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Look up to the menu bar and click on the link to the page Sex Blog Chain for detailed information.
The Chain post will go live on the10th of every month (regardless of what day of the week the 10th falls on), so June 10th will be our very first Chain post.
I think it's fitting that our first topic is - Firsts. First sex or first extramarital sex or first meeting with a lover.
Please spread the word with bloggers you know. The more participants we have, the more fun it will be for everyone!
If you're a blogger, the general rules are on the Sex Blog Chain page, but feel free to email me if you have further questions.
If you're familiar with the concept of a blog carnival, this is very similar. The main difference is that I'll host it here. If it catches on, I'd been glad to share the hosting with others. Oh yeah, another difference is that our Chain is for adults only.
Prowlers, thank you, in advance for your help in spreading the word. We have already had several bloggers agree to participate. You're in for a real treat!