Would You Tell?

I made a big mistake with a friend recently. Her marriage has been in trouble, since...well, since it began. Her husband has been physically and verbally abusive to her and her children for years. Their most recent argument had been particularly bad, and she sought me out to talk.  As she was talking with me about  how she had finally had enough, she slipped in, "...and I think he may be having an affair, too."

I have heard the he's-abusive-but-I-love-him story  many times over the past 12 years or so, but this was a new development and, as the infidelity goddess, my interest was piqued.

"What makes you think he's having an affair, " I asked as casually as I possibly could.

She went on to tell a very familiar story. He flipped out if she attempted to touch his phone. When she did get her hands on it late at night while he was sleeping, it was completely blank - no texts, no emails, no phone call history - even though he was always using his phone. He went out a lot in the evening and at least once a week he would suddenly get mad about something - anything - and he'd stomp out of the house and be gone for hours. If she asked him where he had gone or where he was anytime he wasn't at home, he'd get very angry and she'd back off in fear, and he'd never tell her where he was. Their sex life was not good, as you might expect.  He constantly complained that she wouldn't give him enough sex, but whenever she offered when he came back from one of his evening "outings," he always declined.

Wow, I thought.  This guy was barely even trying to hide it.

I've been around long enough to know that nothing strains a friendship like unsolicited advice, so I just looked sympathetic, adding in a gasp to indicate my shock every now and then. If she didn't ask the question, I wasn't going any further.

But then she asked.

"Kat, do you think he's having an affair?"

My answer was swift and definite, "Yes."

She looked like I had slapped her in the face.

I wanted to say, "Hey, don't be mad at me.  I'm not the one cheating on you," but I chose instead to ask her a few questions. Did he clean up just before he got mad and stomped out?  When he came home, did he head straight for the shower? Did he ever whisper into his phone when he was talking?  Did he excuse himself to go into the bathroom a lot (presumably to text her)?

I asked her several other questions, and pointed out that the signs she had been noticing on her own were common signs of infidelity.

She was appalled. Shocked. She talked about how she wanted to handle it.  Given his propensity for violence, I suggested that she not accuse him directly.  I also suggested that she consider getting a restraining order if she was going to actually attempt to leave him again.

She left and I heard from her again the next day.  She told me that she went straight home and confronted him about it. So much for my advice, I thought. Then she told me that I should know that he had a perfectly good explanation for everything and he was definitely not having an affair.  She had overreacted and I had convinced her to interpret things that way because I never liked her husband.

Wow.

How did I manage to get such a stupid friend?

The truth, though, is that many people just don't want to accept the reality that their spouse is cheating because then it means they either need to do something or accept it, and they don't want to do either. What they want is for it not to be happening, so they think like a small child who doesn't think something exists if he just pretends it's not there.

I don't believe in forcing anyone to accept it. There's something to be said for the, "ignorance is bliss" approach.

As for my friend, she's right that I don't like her husband.  How could I like a man who treats his wife and children like that? But that has nothing to do with the fact that I am 100% certain that he is cheating on her.  I probably never would have told her if she hadn't asked me directly.

My question for you today, Prowlers, is would you tell?  If you knew a friend's spouse were cheating, would you tell your friend or would you keep it to yourself?

HNT - Back to School Special

Were you wondering when Cara would be back? Well, here she is!

Doesn't she make you want to go back to school? And what do you think she's going to do with that ruler?

Why Kat Loves Rotary

I've been thinking about sex all day today. It started when I woke up to find hubby's limbs entangled with mine. I started snuggling and rubbing against him, but he quickly pushed me away, reminding me that I had to get to the office early today to take care of an important issue. I groaned and got up, not sure if I was more disappointed at not getting sex or at being rejected by my husband...again.

I tried to shake it off, but I couldn't.  I chose a very slinky black cupless bra and matching silk crotchless panties. Who says I can't feel sexy as I go about my very routine day?

I picked a thin and revealing blue blouse, a black skirt, and some heels.  As I slid my feet into the shoes, I remembered why I hadn't worn heals in a long time, but I wore them anyway.  After I took about ten steps, I remembered why I used to wear them. I felt very sexy and in control in those shoes.

I came in to the office and started my work. I welcomed the employees, as they showed up (handsome men, of course). I got a text from Seattle Guy and we chatted for awhile. Then I got a text from JJ and I was instantly aroused. Damn, I thought.  Maybe the crotchless panties were not such a great idea. I thought about the possibility of seeing JJ on Friday. That made me even wetter, and hornier. I wondered if I was going to be this sexually frustrated all day. Maybe I could get refocused back on my work.

A client called. We set up a visit for next week, and he asked if we could have lunch after the meeting and maybe spend some time together that afternoon.  Damn. No, he wasn't thinking what I was thinking. Dear lord, how I wish he was thinking what I was thinking.

I worked a while longer and then it was time for my weekly Rotary Club meeting.  Yes, Rotary. Don't be so surprised. I'm hot sex-crazed Kat to you, but I'm a focused businesswoman during the work day. And I never don't usually try not to fuck men I meet as part of my professional activities.

Rotary, though, is a man-apaloosa! It's the ultimate buffet of confident, fully grown (very few youngsters in Rotary), usually married, gainfully employed men. Let me be clear. Rotary is Kat-nip.

As you might expect, I was very smart about selecting the chapter to which I would belong.  There are several chapters in town, but I chose the one with the most men (and fewest women) and the one with the town's most powerful men (politicians, most successful businesses, etc.). 

So, I walked in the room wearing my crotchless panties and cupless bra, horny as I've ever been, licking my lips and looking for a table with no women and with several attractive men I might be interested in fantasizing about for the next hour and fifteen minutes. My nipples were hard and I could tell they were clearly visible through my blouse.  Excellent.  That will make it easier, I thought. I'll be able to tell who's interested by watching their eyes. That's always helpful. I picked up my lunch plate and wandered through the room.

The choice was easy. There was a table with one remaining chair. A man was on his feet pulling it out for me and looking directly at my tits. Bingo. This table of men was a pure pleasure. The testosterone wafted freely as they talked about hunting and camping. I smiled sweetly, nibbling on my salad, behaving appropriately submissive.

Until they started talking about baseball. You know how I feel about baseball. I jumped into the conversation and several of them stopped talking and their mouths actually dropped open. What's the matter, boys? I thought. You've never met a woman who could hold an intelligent conversation about baseball? I thought the one next to me, the one who had held out the chair for me, was going to start drooling.

The fun ended abruptly when the meeting started. The program was boring, but I have developed the valuable skill of looking very interested while thinking about something else completely. So I tried to imagine what each of the men at my table would be like in bed. The guy who owned the nice restaurant and bar looked like he knew how to have a good time.  The two insurance salesmen looked....boring. However, I have come to know that very often it's the ones who look boring that are the wildest in bed.

I smiled at one of the insurance guys when he looked my way. He smiled back, and then he looked away and blushed. How cute and sweet was that? I watched our president for awhile. He was rugged looking - owner of a construction company. His hands were strong. I imagined what it would be like to feel those big, calloused hands on my hips as he fucked me while I bent over the head table.  Would he ring the club bell when I came?

I was distracted by the feel of something touching my leg. I looked and it was the leg of the guy next to me. It was an innocent thing that would easily have been explained away with an "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought that was the table leg" sort of thing. I knew how to find out. I looked up at his face and he was already staring at me.  Ok, it was no accident. I stared back. Neither of us moved our leg away. It was the sexiest non-sex encounter I'd had in a long time.

I looked away briefly for two reasons. First, I wanted to check for a wedding ring. Yes, he was wearing one. Second, I needed to be the one to look away and down first, to be the vulnerable woman, to let him "win" the game. As I looked down, I noticed that he was hard. Dang, this was fun. I love Rotary!

The meeting ended and he handed me his card and asked for mine. He asked if he could call me to set up a meeting to discuss something related to my business. I smiled and said, "Of course.  I would like that very much. Later this week would be good because my husband will be out of town." He looked shocked and gasped just a little, but within half a second that gasp turned into a smile. He reached his hand out to shake mine. As I offered him my right hand, I leaned forward and wrapped my left arm around his shoulders in one of those professional half-hugs, except in this version of it I pressed my breasts against his chest for a moment as I whispered, "I'll be waiting for your call" into his ear.

Several other guys from my table wandered over to chat a bit, too. I was invited to join the softball team and several committees.

I walked out of the room knowing that the crotchless panties were definitely a mistake. My pussy was very wet and my thighs were slippery. I hoped the back of my skirt wouldn't show too much. I walked faster.

As I walked out to my car, I looked down at the card the guy next to me had handed me. I smiled when I realized that I hadn't even heard his name today.  Did he tell me his name?  Was I too distracted to remember it?  Did I tell him my name? His name was Paul. He's an executive at a local agricultural research company. Nice. I wonder if he'll really call.

Then the other thoughts started. Kat, what are you doing? Remember the rules! Don't fuck anyone in town!  Don't fuck anyone related to your business!  Do not let this go too far. You're really only interested in JJ anyway. I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. Geez, there's nothing wrong with a little flirting. I'm sure it won't turn into anything at all. He's probably never cheated on his wife before anyway and he'll be too nervous to take the next step, which is good, because fucking him is against the rules anyway.

I drove back to work and my mind turned to the projects I had to accomplish in the afternoon. It only took me 5 minutes or so to get back to work. As I stepped out of my car in the parking lot, my cell phone rang. I pulled it out of my purse and answered it without looking.

"Hi, this is Kat."

"Hi, it's Paul."

I gasped. Maybe the cupless bra wasn't a good choice.  Maybe it said, "whore" rather than "professionally horny," as I'd hoped.

"Hi Paul," was all I managed to say.  I was in shock.

Long pause.

"So," he said. "Where would you like to meet?"

The Hotel Room (Part 2 of 2)

At the end of The Hotel Room (Part 1 of 2) I promised to continue the topic. In the first part, I wrote about selecting a hotel and acquiring a room/checking in. In this part, I'll be discussing paying for the room and some other things your should consider.

Paying for the Room

This is the part of the process that most folks are concerned about most. Obviously, if you can pay cash at a hotel that does not require that you provide a credit card for security, you should. I'll talk more about cash in a moment.

The whole credit card thing is tricky and there are many things to consider.  First and most important, do not use a credit card that is not secure.  If your spouse has any way to access the bills, you're putting yourself at risk. You may think she never looks at the bill or that the bill is online and she never accesses it so you're safe, but you wouldn't believe the lengths a suspicious spouse will go to to find evidence (or maybe you would).

You might think that a debit card would be the answer because you plan to pay cash anyway, but many hotels will charge a security deposit on the card.  They say it will be removed when you pay cash upon leaving, but often it takes between one and five days for the charge to come off. Some hotels even leave the charge and put through a separate credit so you have two listings on the account for the hotel. If your spouse is following the finances closely (as mine does now), this would be a disaster.

I know some men who have secret credit cards that their wives know nothing about. If you have a PayPal account that is known only to you, getting a PayPal debit card could work, too.

I used to recommend pre-paid credit cards.  You can get them at most drug stores and Walmart. You buy the card with cash (checks and other credit cards are not allowed) and then you can reload it as often as you want. You can send in your information and have one printed with your name on it sent back to you, but only do that if you have a completely secure place to send it to. If not, just use the blank one. The hotel will scan it and use the balance of cash you put on the card for the security deposit. Be careful, though. It can take even longer to refund the deposit on these types of cards than for regular ones.  I have no idea why, but that's just the way it is. Because of the hassle of getting a printed card, the fact that the refund takes so long, and the danger of your spouse finding an unknown credit card in your wallet, this is no longer my favorite choice if you need a credit card.

Now I recommend gift cards. Yes, you can purchase AmEx, VISA, and Mastercard gift cards at the same places you can get a pre-paid credit card. You purchase them with cash in the amount you need (or get several smaller denominations). They are easy to explain to a spouse who finds them ("Oh, Dave, that guy at the office, is having a birthday and I didn't know what to get him." or "I was planning to surprise fill in the name here." Get it?). You can also use them to pay for the hotel and ditch them when you're done with them.  You'll get a new one next time anyway. Most hotels will take those gift cards, but that's something to check out when you're doing your initial research to select a place.

About cash - Paying with cash isn't the easiest thing for some people. It's most difficult if your spouse manages all the money in the family and watches the cash closely. That's the situation I'm in. As you know, Hubby caught me (twice) so he is now hyper-vigilant. I used to have exclusive access to my business accounts and I could move money around as I needed to and pull out a portion of my pay (legally, of course) before Hubby saw it. Those days are over. Hubby now manages and monitors all of the bank accounts on a daily basis.  If something comes through that he wasn't expecting, he asks about it. He also knows exactly how much cash I have at all times and he doles out what I need. So, what do I do?  I hide away a little at a time - $10, $2, etc. If my nails cost $20, he thinks they cost $25. It's the long, slow way to save cash, but it works. JJ pulls cash from the ATM to buy gas.  He pulls extra every time and hides it away.

Saving up the cash like that is difficult, but it can be done.

Other Things to Consider

I won't write about tipping here because I already wrote an entire post on the topic that you should read (To Tip or Not to Tip?). The answer about tipping is "Yes."  You should leave a tip in the room for the maid.  How much?  Read the post on tipping.

Should you clean up the room a little before you leave? That depends on how much of a mess you made.  If you made a big mess, you may want to straighten it up a little. Just remember this - If you are planning go back to that hotel again, they will definitely remember you if you left a mess and that could affect the deposit and how long they hold onto it, what room they give you, and/or the rate they charge. I'm not talking about doing a full scale cleaning of the room, but how hard is it to pick the sheets up off the floor and put them on the bed?

Managing your belongings is another thing to consider.  You may think this is silly. Why wouldn't someone keep track of their belongings?  I thought it was silly, too.....until I left my cell phone in a room. This is particularly important if this is your first time cheating or your first time with someone new. You'll be excited and nervous and not thinking clearly. So, try to put your belongings all together in the same place.  I now always put my cellphone with my jewelry.  The odds that I'll forget both are very slim. If I'm thinking clearly enough to put all my clothes together in the same spot, it's much easier when it's time to go. I may be mistaken, but I don't think I'm at my sexiest or most alluring when I'm running around a hotel room naked looking for my bra.

Checking out is easier than you might think.  In most places, you can just leave. You can either drop the key off at the front desk or leave it in the room. However, some places require a formal check out and won't take your cash until check out, and some of the prowlers I know choose to always check out to ensure that their credit card is handled  properly and to pay with cash. Frankly, I prefer to just leave.

What about using the room in the afternoon and coming back in the morning and using it again?  Why not? You paid for it and it's yours until check-out time the next day. I know folks who always go back the next morning to check out because they don't want anyone there to think they only stayed for a few hours. That might matter more in a small town than in a larger city. As long as they don't tell Hubby what I'm doing, I really don't care what they think.

What about using the room with one playmate in the afternoon and with another the next morning?  Again, Why not? I'll admit that I've done that.  Once. A long time ago. If you do, you need to make the bed, re-hang towels, etc. That room needs to look new. Better yet, ask housekeeping to change the sheets and give you fresh towels (giving a big tip as you ask, of course). Your a.m. fuck buddy deserves clean sheets.

The most important thing to take away from this discussion about hotel rooms is that you must plan ahead.

Remember, failing to plan is planning to fail.

Do you have any other hotel room tips?  Please share them in the comments.

Soccer Mom Borrows a Shirt

Poor Soccer Mom! She had no clothes so she had to borrow a shirt.  Wait a minute... I know who that shirt belongs to, so I don't feel sorry for her at all. Lucky Soccer Mom!

Kinky Sex - August Sex Blog Chain

Ooohhh, goodie goodie! I've been waiting for this month's Chain post for a couple of months. Who doesn't like Kinky Sex?

For those of you who are new or who don't know how this works, several bloggers have submitted links to posts that address this month's topic. It's a virtual cornucopia of kinky sex. As you visit each blog to enjoy the naughtiness, please take some time to look around and read more. If you don't already follow some of these blogs, this would be a good time to start.  Then you can enjoy their kinkiness all month long!

Let's start with Ponyboy, author of Marriage in the Bedroom. He swears that his nickname has nothing to with the pleasure of riding him, although I'm sure his wife might disagree (if she knew anything about his blog). His contribution this month is Pushing Boundaries which explains his thoughts about pushing the sexual boundaries within a marriage. Ponyboy has increasingly become my conscience, so now people can quit saying that I don't have one.

Ryan Beaumont is author of The Ashley Madison Adventures of a Regular Guy Gone Bad. He apparently couldn't think of a short, smart, pithy title for his blog, so we are forced to remember the long version. His contribution is Paradise By the Dashboard Light, which might give you some idea of where the sexiness takes place.  But there's more....The first story is followed by another - Mama Told Me Not to Come (they are in the same post; the same link will take you to both). Ryan has a great sense of humor and I guarantee you'll smile as you read. (Note to Ryan: Smart prowling men try to avoid the adjective "little" when referring to themselves in a sentence referencing sex. "Little Ryan?" Really?  No worries. You had me at "Hot as Kat on a Hot Giants Chippendale Show.")

Max, author of Thoughts from a Mystic Satyr, offers us Third Orgasm as his kinky contribution. It is an account of an experience he had at a sex club party. Gentleman, you'll wish you were him. I certainly wished I was his partner.

Advizor, from Free Advice is Worth What You Pay for It, asks the age old question, "What is kinky?" and he kindly gives us a scale to finally find out in Kinky Sex - Give Me a Number!!  Take a look. I've done 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, and 20. The only ones that look really kinky to me are 20 and 21. What about you?

Kitty is joining us again this month, too, from My Secret Life. In The Masterpiece and
The Masterpiece, Part 2, she masterfully draws us along a path from innocence to kink. I had to take a break at the double penetration part to...uh..."freshen up." Don't worry. I didn't spoil it for you. There are plenty of other surprises.  This is a pleasurable "must read."

Gym Fun and her partner FBT are joining our Chain for the first time this month. Since it's their first time here, GF has shared a bit about them so we can get to know them better:

"FBT and GF are lovers.  In real life we are soccer coaches, PTA members with careers, kids, pets, and of course spouses. We live over 2000 miles apart.  We met on a business trip and now make time to meet all over North America for passionate, kinky, athletic, primal and creative sex. Our love is like nothing either of us has ever known. We have evolved from friends with benefits and solo prowlers into sexual soulmates who now prowl together. We have no secrets. We have no future and we have no past.   We are in love.  We enjoy each stolen moment we find together.  We supplement and enhance one another's lives.  We write about our encounters anonymously, and share other pictures and things that turn us on. We are Supplemental Toy."

Yes, their blog is called Supplemental Toy (just in case some of you didn't get that; you know who you are). The encounter they have shared with us is Slippery When Wet. It's a story in five parts (5 brief posts):

Part 1: Oily Reunion

Part 2: My Orgasm Denial

Part 3: Double Penetration

Part 4: Bubble Bath

Part 5: His Orgasm Denial

Strap-on, anyone? Same Sassy Girl, from the blog with the same name, shares Strap On Chat, a chat log of a kinky, hot cyber-encounter involving....you guessed it!  The naughty photo with the post got my attention, too.  Hey JJ, what do you think, Baby?

I'm also including Handcuffs, by G. G was gracious to share this beautiful piece with us as a guest post recently.  If you missed it, you should definitely read it now. G has a way with words. Oh yeah....it's a really steamy and kinky encounter, too.

I thought long and hard about which contributions I would share. I decided on Double Fisting? Yowza! and Trifecta. These are both about one of my favorite afternoons with JJ.

That's it for this month, Prowlers. What do you think? Fisting, strap-ons, sex clubs, threesomes, cybersex, toys, tools, and sex in unusual places. Not bad for our first Kinky Sex round-up.

The Sex Blog Chain topic for next month is Back-to-School or the one that got away/old flame. 

Please spread the word with any bloggers you know who might like to participate.  This isn't a private club.  The more the merrier! If we end up with too many entries for one post, we'll host two Chain posts in a month, so no one should shy away from joining us. The details about the Chain can be found on out Sex Blog Chain page. All someone needs to do to join is send me an email expressing interest and I'll add them to the reminder list that goes out each month.  Then someone will remind me to send out the reminder (thanks, Sassy!) and we'll be good to go.

Past Chain posts:

June - The First (first sex or first extramarital encounter)

July - Outdoor Sex

International Day of the Female Orgasm

I'm not making it up, folks.  Today is International Day of the Female Orgasm. The Brazilians started it, of course, and this is definitely a holiday I can get behind.  You can read more about it here.

Because I believe in full participation in international holidays (cue music: We Are the World), I definitely plan to celebrate this day along with my horny sisters around the world.

Join me?

The 10 Biggest Lies that Men Tell Women

I just came across this and knew I had to share it with you, Prowlers. A couple of these had me laughing out loud. The full slide show with commentary about each lie is here, but I'll summarize them for you:

10. I don't watch X-rated movies.

9. I like your cooking.

8. I don't think she is pretty.

7. I'm stuck in traffic.

6. I'll call you.

5. Sorry, my battery was dead/sorry I missed your call.

4. Your butt doesn't look big in that.

3. I'm fine.

2. It's not you, it's me.

And the number one lie that men tell women is.....

1. I don't have a wife/girlfriend.


Ok, Guys, 'fess up.  Which of these lies have you told?

The Hotel Room (Part1 of 2)

Securing and paying for a hotel room without getting caught is among the most challenging aspects of prowling. Several folks have asked me to share some tips on this topic, so I thought I'd do just that.

Selecting a Hotel

I prefer to pick hotels that are not close to my home or my business. The last thing I need is someone seeing me come or go. That said, there is one hotel in my town that I've used several times. It's on the edge of town and is in a very secluded location. I also like the fact that the parking lot in the rear of the hotel is completely out of view from the street. I haven't used it, though, since the day I walked into the lobby and saw a good friend of my son's behind the counter.

At first I was frozen like a deer in the headlights, but by the time he said, "Hi, Mrs. Kat! What are you doing here?" with a perky and idiotic innocent tone, it came to me (because Kat always lands on her feet). "I'm checking out local hotels because my mom is coming into town for a couple of weeks." He proceed to quote rates and he even offered to show me a room (No, thanks, Honey, I've already seen several). I left a few minutes later, smiling and waving, and grateful that he didn't know my mother had been dead for 5 years.

I also prefer smaller hotels to larger ones.  There are advantages and disadvantages to both. There are usually very few people around in small hotels during the day.  You can usually get in and out without anyone except the desk staff knowing you were there. If you're planning on using the hotel regularly, you'll get to know the desk staff and that makes everything easier once you have moved beyond the embarrassment of knowing that they know why you're there. JJ and I have grown quite comfortable with the Strange Hotel Family and it's nice not to have to explain everything every time we're there (the training of the new generation notwithstanding).

Some prefer larger hotels because of the sense of anonymity. The desk clerks have seen everything before and you are probably not the only couple checking in for some fun that day.

I suggest that you opt for function, rather than romance; however, there is a notable exception.  Gentleman, on the first rendezvous with a lady, go for the romance, pay a little more. Taking her to a cheap Motel 6 because they take cash and don't require a credit card will not be good for you.  Trust me on this.

If you plan ahead, you can check out a hotel and ask to see a room. Make sure it's clean. Make sure it doesn't smell. Check out the condition of the furniture. You may not think the quality and edges (rounded or sharp) of that desk matter, but speaking as someone who frequently ends up sitting on, laying on, or bent over the desk, it matters.

Find out in advance what you'll need for check-in.  Don't be surprised when you show up (OMG, you don't take AmEx? The only other card I have is my wife's PayPal card!).

Acquiring a Room and Checking In

Once you've selected the hotel, you still have to get through the check-in process. I learned from the many prowlers I have talked to that this is probably the most stressful part of the process. Breathe....it's ok....let's walk through it.

Most hotels post check-in times at 2:00, 3:00, or 4:00 in the afternoon. If you need an earlier check-in time, ask in advance as part of your planning ahead activities.  Usually, they will accommodate you if they can.  If they try to charge you for another day, find another hotel.

When you check-in, use your work address, if possible, rather than your home address. The last thing you need is a "Thank you for your stay!" postcard coming to your home. Most places also require that you have a photo ID. If you have another official photo ID that you can use, great.  If not, you'll use your driver's license.  Be sure to ask that they record the address you give them rather than the address on your ID.  If they ask why, your answer is simple, "I don't live there anymore and I haven't gotten around to updating the address on my license."

If you have checked out the place in advance, you may already have a room location preference. If it's a place with side exits at the end of the hallway, you can leave without having to walk through the lobby again. Wouldn't that be nice? If you're going to be on an upper floor, rooms next to the elevator are good because you only have one common-wall neighbor (so you'll feel more comfortable if you or your partner is...uh....very vocal) and those rooms are usually available because people staying the night don't like rooms adjacent to the elevator because of the noise at night. Sometimes you can even get a discount for the elevator rooms. Preferences vary, but it's something to think about.

Gentlemen, it's really nice if you are there before your partner. I can't tell you how much I love it when I show up and JJ is already there with the bed turned down, the air conditioner (or heater) humming, and the curtains drawn. It just makes me feel special, like my presence has been pleasantly anticipated and he cares enough to make the place comfortable for me. That doesn't mean it's not ok to show up together or that there's anything wrong with the gal being there first.

Another tip for the guys - please step up, get over your fears, and handle the room. Don't ask your partner to do it because you are just too nervous the wife will find out. I only mention this because I have been asked prior to a first meeting to secure the room and pay for it, too, because he "just couldn't do it." Fuck that. If you're not man enough to deal with it, then you shouldn't have an affair; now go home to your wife/mommy.

How did I respond to that guy? "Let me get this straight. You are going to get the best blow job of your life, several rounds of hot, no-holds-barred sex, and some witty conversation with a smart woman with a sparkling personality and you want me to get the room and you want me to pay for the room. What the hell is in it for me?" He had no answer. There was no meeting.

This is not to say that the woman should/would never handle the room. JJ and I share the task. It's often all about who gets there first and/or who has enough cash on that day. In the past, sometimes I've handled the room because I had a preference of hotel and I didn't want the guy to have to deal with it that day. But generally speaking, you gentleman need to take care of this.  Is it fair? Probably not. Does fairness matter in this case? No.

I'll address paying for the room (you have lots of options now!) and some other things to consider (check out, tipping,  clean up, etc.) in the next post.

Do you have additional suggestions or tips about selecting a hotel or getting a room?  Did I leave anything out so far? Tell me in the comments.

Handcuffs

I have a treat for you, Prowlers!  Here is a delectable, naughty, and kinky guest post (my favorite kind!) written and shared by G. If you enjoy it like I did when I first read it, remember to share your love in the comments.

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Handcuffs

By G

I was about to get married and looking for some sort of final fling. At 26 my sexual adventures hadn't grown much past the age of 18 and I longed for...heat. For passion. For what my girlfriends revealed from their own escapades. I signed onto Ashley Madison initially not knowing what I wanted or what I would find. Did I want a friend who understood my boredom? Someone I could fuck and then never speak to again? Did I want a married boyfriend because I too was getting married and was merely scared of commitment? Little did I know I was about to find someone who wouldn't just rock my world, he would take it and hump it and leave it all hot and bothered in a sweaty mass of sexual and emotional energy. X didn't just do it for me: he was my sexual wrecking ball of epic proportions.

Immediately we appeared to have plenty in common. We had similar musical tastes and liked the same TV shows and movies. We had the same sense of humor, very biting, tons of sarcasm, very quick and seemingly mean to most. We understood each others lives, thoughts, and inner mechanics. There was a comfort level neither of us had ever felt with anyone else...yet quickest of all, there was an obvious sexual attraction. I am 5'7, athletic, slim through the waist but slightly curvy and feminine through the hips, with dark hair and blue eyes. He was 6'1, very strong and protective, with deep set dark brown eyes and one of the best facial profiles I have ever seen. I always loved men that I felt could over power me. X couldn't just over power me; he could restrain me with one hand. I loved that from day one. It made me wet in less than a minute.

The first time I was handcuffed it started as a joke. X and I had been hot and heavy for quite a while, almost a year, before the jokes about tying me up began. I'm a small girl, overpowering me would be easy for X regardless. Yet somehow tying me up or handcuffing me was a line that I never thought I would cross; a loss of control I didn't know if I could handle. So when he said "bring the handcuffs" before meeting him at our usual hotel I said ok, thinking it was again a joke.

I walked in the door and immediately sexually charged heat was in the air. We started to kiss like we were trying to consume each other as quickly as possible. X sat in a rolling desk chair facing a long dressing mirror and forced me into his lap using my hair to pull me onto him. He ran his tongue up and down the sides of my neck while silently slipping one hand down the front of my pants, the other one still tightly gripping my hair. I let out a quiet moan, more of a sigh than an actual noise, and eased myself into a slow grind against his now extremely hard cock while watching our moves in the mirror. In no time my pants were undone and had been pulled loose upon the floor. I reached up and took off my own sheer cotton tank top. All that was between X and I now was a black bra and a pair of sheer black boy-short panties...his favorite kind.

My thoughts of pleasure were momentarily interrupted by a harsh whisper in my ear. "Get the fucking handcuffs and get on your knees". Wait...was he serious? Fuck...the look in his eyes definitely said he was quite serious. Ok G, we'll see how far he takes this, I thought as I fished through my purse looking for X's newest toy. I found them quickly despite my nerves and handed them over. Despite his original orders I stood there nervously for a minute before he forced me down, again using my hair to move me, but this time to the floor.

As soon as I hit the soft hotel carpet he was behind me, cuffing my small wrists tightly into the cuffs. My first instinct was to wriggle inside them and test their strength. Shit, these were the real deal...I wasn't moving my arms anywhere soon. X looked at me as thought he could read my thoughts and smirked. "Oh, you're definitely stuck for now" he replied, grinning and having a tough time not laughing at his own plans. All of a sudden his grin got bigger, as if he had an amazing idea. He started to look around the room checking every surface until he found the item he sought: my hair scarf. It was hot out that particular day and my hair was wet so I had fastened it back using a boho hair scarf as a headband. He quickly undid the knot and to my dismay tied the scarf over my eyes so that all I could see was a slight glimmer of light and shadows. Somehow he knew I still had some bearing of my surroundings so he went to shut off every lamp in the room. After that, I could see nothing, I couldn't move my arms. All I could do was hear...and wait.

For a few moments all I could hear was him breathing, as if he was standing and inspecting his prey. I could hear him and feel him through the carpet coming closer...but still nothing, no touching at all. And then his cock was in my mouth. He was gentle, but with force he thrust himself between my lips. Immediately I moved to put my hands on him, my first blow job instinct...to instantly be jerked back by the cuffs. I moaned and rolled my tongue over the tip of his penis which rested against my bottom lip. I kept licking until I heard him stir and tasted his first few drops of precum. With a move of my head (aided by his gentle touch on the back of my neck) I slipped X in and out of my mouth for a few minutes, only pausing to lick his shaft at times between thrusts.

After a few moments I heard him groan and felt his hand grab my hair again, pulling me to my feet and throwing me onto the soft hotel bed. I lay on my stomach for a few moments before he grabbed my boyshorts roughly and pulled them off with what felt like both hands. Within seconds he had spread my legs and began teasing me by kissing my inner thighs, stopping only to blow on my clit. My breathing started to speed up in anticipation of what I knew was coming next...what we both knew was coming next. Lightly, in a flicking motion, he began to stroke my clit with his tongue. My moaning started deep inside, I could feel the orgasm that was coming on in every part of my body. The loss of my movements, my freedom, my sight made me focus on one thing: how fucking amazing X was making me feel. How overpowered I felt. After a few minutes of teasing, he attacked my sweet spot in the way only he knows how. He sucked on my swollen clit hard while placing two fingers inside me, curled up towards my stomach and stroking the exact right spot inside. My hips began to buck hard against his face and I could hear myself screaming at him not to stop, that I was so close, that it felt so fucking good, shouting his name.  I came incredibly hard for an entire minute without stopping, feeling it all over my body. Every part of me shook, including my wrists inside the cold metal cuffs against my back.

Once the shaking subsided X allowed me a minute to just lay there, possibly to bask in what he had just done and at how good he made me feel. He slowly pulled me up off my stomach and to my feet, stabilizing me on the floor before reaching behind me to undo the safety latch on my handcuffs. He undid one and before he could undo the other I had reached my hands in front of me to grab at him, at any part of him. He slipped off my blindfolded scarf easily with one hand, me blinking from finally being able to see again.

Even without the lamps on I could see his eyes, the only eyes that had ever affected me in such a complete way...sexually, spiritually, emotionally. We began to kiss deeply as he pulled me onto the bed and on top of him by my hands, one of which was still attached to the handcuffs. I began to ride him slowly, staring into his eyes, then closing them to take in the moment. My pace quickened as he grabbed my ass tightly and helped me move back and forth, up and down, a rhythm we shared so closely. I started to cum and so did he, as we often do together. We exploded and held our foreheads tightly together, both of us making our own soft noises and breathing hard, locking our mouths together in one more kiss. We broke away only as our movements died and we collapsed, falling asleep in each others arms...the handcuffs still attached to one of my wrists.

JJ's Lesson for Kat

I was finally going to see JJ after two months of not being able to see him.  Our last two planned meetings were cancelled because things came up, so I couldn't let myself really believe that it was going to happen until I got the text from him saying that he was there. "There" was our regular hotel, the place where we had been meeting for over a year.

When I drove into the parking lot, I saw his car immediately, and I let out a sigh of relief. I parked next to him, and walked inside. As I walked, I received a text from him that said simply, "301."  I smiled.

As I walked through the lobby, I didn't see Strange Hotel Guy or his wife. Instead I saw a young man and a young woman who were obviously their children. Great, I thought. Now we have to train another generation of Strange Hotel People. I felt badly for JJ as I pictured him trying to deal with "the kids" as he checked in. I decided I'd do something extra special for him to make up for it.

I found our room and, as usual, JJ had left the door ajar for me. I walked in and he stood up and came walking over to meet me in the entryway. Seeing him again after all that time took my breath away. He smiled, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me. I dropped my purse and relaxed into his arms, letting his kisses consume me. I felt tears come to my eyes - the release of weeks worth of stress and frustration.  Then it happened.  As it always does when I'm with him, I felt the world outside slip away, and it was just the two of us again.

He reached down the front of my pants and found my clit. His finger started circling it slowly, and a bolt of pleasure shot through me as he touched me. This wasn't going to take long. I could feel him smile through his kiss at how sensitive I was. I felt embarrassed....for about three seconds.  After that I was focused both on how amazing it felt and on holding onto his shoulders so I didn't fall down because I could already feel my knees getting wobbly. I held on tighter as I came, moaning into his mouth, surrendering.

We kissed in the entryway for a while longer, and then we moved further into the room toward the bed. JJ sat on the edge of the bed and I slipped off my pants and panties and stood in front of him. I nudged my way  between his knees so I could get closer to him, and we kissed some more. One of my favorite things in the world is to kiss that man.

At some point, he pushed me back away from him and told me to turn around and bend over. As I was doing it, that's when I noticed that he was already undressed.  When did that happen? I wondered. Clearly I wasn't being very observant, but I was a little upset with myself because I love watching him get undressed. I tried to put that out of my mind as I bent over and braced myself against the wall in front of me. He was still sitting on the edge of the bed. I reached between my legs and guided his hard cock inside me. He laid back  on the bed and let me ride him like that for awhile, moving however I wanted to. I moved my hips forward and back, grinding down as deeply as I could, slowly, trying to feel every inch of him. I could tell he was growing frustrated with the slowness of my movements when I felt his hands on my hips and he started thrusting up from underneath - first slowly, then faster. I was wishing that I had something more to hold onto than the wall, especially when I started to cum. My legs were jelly under me and he was pumping faster than I could keep up and then I was dizzy from the orgasm when I finally accepted that it was inevitable that I was going to fall. Just as I was about to, I felt his strong hands wrap around my hips and hold me firmly in place as he released into me.

While I was still shuddering, I thought, Of course JJ would never let me fall. And he wouldn't. I may be lost in the moment, but he's always in control, always knowing what's going on, always watching out for me.  How could I have forgotten that?

JJ sat up and helped me stand up. Then he climbed up on the bed and I pulled off my tank top before climbing in next to him and snuggling in the crook of his shoulder, kissing him, thanking him for being so good to me. As we lay there, we talked, catching up on what seemed like a million things. That's when the reality of how long we had been apart really hit me.  So much had happened since we had seen each other.

We both laughed as he told me about his encounter with the Strange Hotel Kids as he checked in. Apparently, he had to talk them through the check-in process and explain which room was "our" room. We should get a discount for training the kids, don't you think?

After we had been talking for a while, JJ maneuvered his hand between my legs. I have to admit, JJ is a very smart man. He knows exactly how to shut me up. I gasped as he touched me and took advantage of that moment to kiss me and slide his tongue in my mouth.  Ok, I get it. No more talking.

He played with my clit for a couple of minutes and then he slid a finger inside me, then two, then three. I rocked my hips, feeling my pussy twitch every time his fingers stroked that special spot inside me. It took him no time to zero in on that spot, and then he finger fucked me and worked it until I started to moan. He whispered, "Come for me," which, in itself, is almost almost enough to make me come. I let go and screamed into his mouth as we kissed. He kept his fingers moving until every last wave of pleasure had been coaxed out of me.

I curled up next to him and purred for a bit, and then we talked some more. As he talked, I nibbled on his nipples and kissed his neck, so he wasn't too taken aback when I scooted down and took his cock into my mouth. Hey! I thought. I know how to get you to stop talking, too. I got comfortable and reacquainted myself with his gorgeous cock. Thicker than average, much more than a mouthful, perfectly shaped. I suckled there for awhile, not with any goal or intention to make him come right then, but just to enjoy it and to let him enjoy it. Eventually, I asked him, "Where would you like to come?" Without any hesitation, he answered, "Get the lube."

I reached over for the lubricant and poured some in my hand and slowly began stroking him.  Then I poured more, and more. As I stroked him, I felt him get even harder. When he was ready, he sat up and moved toward the foot of the bed. I rolled over onto my forearms and knees and opened my knees a bit. He positioned the head of his cock right at the opening of my ass and I leaned back against him. My body resisted him for a while, but I kept pressing against him until *pop* the head popped in.

Holy fuck! That hurt! I screamed and asked him - no, told him - to stop.  He wasn't doing anything, of course. He was just waiting for me to continue, but I wasn't thinking clearly. The pain had fogged my thoughts, and I was really confused.  I'm a fan of anal sex. Why the heck was this hurting so much?

I heard JJ chuckle behind me as I was resorting to Lamaze breathing. "It's been a while, huh?" he said. I will slap him later for laughing at me, I thought. For now, though, relax, Kat. Relax.

The truth is that he was right.  It had been months since I'd been with JJ, and while Hubby and I had engaged in anal sex a few times in the past two months, Hubby's member isn't as thick as JJ's. This was a shock back into reality.....a very nice reality.

After a few minutes, I was able to take more of him in, and more, and then he could take over. He grabbed my hips and started fucking my ass deeply, fully with each stroke.  He went faster and harder with each stroke, too, until I felt that incredible feeling of pleasure I experienced when JJ did me this way. Then it got even harder.  I grasped the sheet; I tried to steady myself on the edge of the bed.

I heard him groan, "This is my ass, remember." And then I remembered what he told me a couple of weeks ago. He told me that after I was with Seattle Guy, he was feeling the need to reclaim what was his, and that he intended to give me an ass fucking that wouldn't let me forget that. That's what this was about. I smiled as I held on. You can teach me a lesson this way anytime you want, Baby, I thought.

He pounded me for some time and with such force that I felt the vibrations in my throat. He kept pumping into me as he came, not slowing until he was spent.

He collapsed on the bed next to me, breathing hard, and said, "I sure am glad it was 'Seattle Guy' and not 'Sacramento Guy' or 'Vacaville Guy'."  I laughed. "Yeah, I get that," I said.

We chatted for a little while longer and then we got cleaned up and dressed, and headed out. We kissed goodbye in the elevator so we wouldn't be seen kissing in the parking lot.  I already missed him.

As we walked by the Strange Hotel Kids in the lobby, they seemed very confused to see us together. I thought, Don't look so shocked, kids. You'll get used to us.  Your parents did.

JJ walked me to my car and then he got into his and drove away. I felt a twinge of sadness as I drove back to work. It was a familiar sensation. Connecting is wonderful, but separating and going back to our separate lives isn't so great. I wondered how many times I'd driven away from a rendezvous with JJ experiencing this feeling. Then I shook it off. There's no point in thinking about that sort of thing.

As I write this, it has been 3 days since he made his attempt to reclaim me.  I'm still sore. JJ drove that lesson home very, very well.

Announcements - Aug. 6, 2012

Hiya, Prowlers. I've got a few announcements today. Of course they are important!

First, I saw JJ on Friday, and you know what I mean by the word "saw," don't you? Mmmm.....he was delicious, as always.  Don't worry. I will definitely share the details with you later this afternoon or tomorrow morning.

On to the announcements....

Sex Blog Chain - It's that time of the month again. Yes, I'm talking about Sex Blog Chain time. The topic for August is Kinky Sex. Of course, the problem with this topic is that my definition of Kinky Sex may not be your definition of Kinky Sex. I'll make it easy for y'all by defining it as any sex that is not is not exclusively penis-in-vagina-missionary-boring sex. Anything that is more exciting than that counts. Another way to think of it is that any kind of sex that is not like what most of us are getting at home can count as kinky sex for our Sex Chain this month.

If you're interested in participating, your post link is due to me by the 9th and the Chain post will go live the morning of the 10th.  Refer to the Sex Blog Chain page for details.

Cock Gallery - You thought I had forgotten, didn't you?  Never! I've already received some wonderful submissions for our Cock Gallery, but I'd love more. Here's the scoop: Gentlemen, take a photo of the part of your body that you think is the sexiest, and email it to me. I will post it in the Cock Gallery.  It does not need to be a photo of your cock. In fact, I encourage creativity. The Cock Gallery will go up (pun intended) this week, so now is the time to send your photo if you want to be one of the first few cocks posted.

As for you ladies, you are always welcome to submit your sexy photos for posting and inclusion on our Beautiful Women page.

And everyone, no faces, please.  We are anonymous here, for obvious reasons.

2012 Top Sex Bloggers List - Every year, Rori from Between My Sheets names the Top 100 Sex Bloggers, and it's that time of year to nominate your favorites.  Go to her blog and find the post inviting nominations. Then post a comment with the URL of the blog/s you want to nominate.  PWK made the list last year (the first year we were eligible).  I'm not telling you to nominate us, but......

Guest Posts - Guest posts are welcome.  If you would like to submit a guest post, email it me and I'll contact you. You do not need to have a blog of your own to have a guest post published. Please just make sure that your post complies with our general themes - sex and infidelity. Stories of trouble you got into and how you got out of it are fun, as are naughty stories. Please only submit real life events, not fantasies.  While you may see a fantasy posted here every now and then, it's rare.  We prefer to keep it real.

Alright, that's enough announcements.  I'd better get busy writing up my sexy encounter with JJ last Friday! .

Breaking Up

Ending an affair is rarely easy. It's more complicated than a normal break-up between unmarried folks who are dating because you have more to consider.  Will the other person still keep your relationship quiet if he/she is really upset? Will the other person accept that the relationship is over or will s/he stalk you for months, putting your marriage in further jeopardy? It's a minefield.

The times I have been dumped (yes, there have been a few stupid men who actually chose to dump me...hard to believe, I know) have been interesting. You may remember that P chose to just disappear and impose radio silence.  Everything was fine one day and then he was gone.  That's a coward's way out.  All he had to do was tell me he was done, but he chose to run away and hide. I can respect someone who is upfront about things, but I can't seem to work up much respect for someone who hides instead of telling the truth.  For gosh sake, since you put your cock in every possible place on my body where it will go, over a period of months, the least you can do is talk to me to tell me when you want to move on.

Another one, prior to P, told me he loved me one day, and the next he said he wanted to see other women.  What he really wanted to say was that he didn't think we were a sexual match, but he still loved me.  WTF? That was a mind fuck if I ever I saw one.

Fortunately for me, most of my affairs over the years have ended well. They either slowly faded out, which was fine because there was no emotional attachment, or we were able to speak honestly with each other and move on with nice memories. Sometimes, they never really end, and we still chat from time to time but we just don't connect for sex anymore for a variety of reasons. That's good, too.

Recently, a close friend shared his break up experience with me. I asked if I could share it with you because it is chock full of lessons about how to handle (and how not handle) a break up. He agreed, so I'm going to give you the short version of their story, and then I'll share some of my thoughts and suggestions.

(To my friend: If I get some of the details wrong, I apologize.)

So, he started seeing this woman several months ago.  They met on AM and, fortunately, they both have equal risk of exposure (both are pretty high profile in their communities; both are married, etc.).  You'll see why this matters in a moment.

The beginning of the affair was great. Great sex. Fantastic sex. They were compatible in many ways, including beyond the bedroom, and it was a very good experience. I wish I could share some of details of their sexual experiences, but I can't, so you'll have to trust me. They were hot.

They developed an emotional attachment. She was more attached than he was, but they both cared for each other.

Then summer came, and the summer months wreak havoc on schedules for families that have children. They weren't able to see each other nearly as much. In fact, they could barely see each other at all. They both became frustrated. She started getting a bit emotional about not seeing him.

He jumped on AM one day "just to look around." Why? Because that's what serial cheaters do. While he was on AM, he saw a profile that seemed oddly familiar.  Yes, it was her.  He messaged her, identifying himself, letting her know that he knew she was looking.  She gave him some lame excuse.  Whatever. Getting together was still difficult.

A few weeks later, he got itchy and went back on AM and started hunting. He messaged several women. Soon thereafter, one agreed to meet with him at a coffee shop. It turns out that the woman was her.  She had been deceiving him on AM, trying to trap him into a meeting with another woman so she could prove that he wasn't as committed as she was and so she could prove that his excuse about not having time to meet was a lie. He was busted.

Okay, I would expect that things would end now.

Not so fast.

She started sending him a series of angry emails accusing him of breaking her heart, of being deceitful, of luring her and making her fall in love with him, of toying with heart when he knew she had been hurt in the past...and on...and on...and on... Email after email. She called him names. She talked about hurting herself.

It was ugly.  Very ugly.

I'll tell you how it ends in a moment, but first I want to share some thoughts.

1. What's with the whole junior high thing about "I caught you talking to another girl?" Oh please. She knew he was a serial cheater when they met.  Did she think she would change him?  Seriously? Hahahahaha. He caught her trolling, too, but he didn't freak out.

2. Stalking is bad.  Let me repeat that.  Stalking is bad. Pretending you are someone else online for weeks for the purpose of luring a guy to a meeting and then following him there to catch him trying to meet someone is freaky and it borders on stalking.  Don't do it. If you're that upset by him trolling, walk away.

3. The hate mail thing is just dangerous. Escalating the issue to that level accelerates the infidelity version of the nuclear clock. It heightens emotion and brings both parties closer to the last thing they want - exposure. When you escalate the emotions like that, you risk that the other person will conduct a preliminary strike, exposing you before you can expose them. That didn't happen in this case, and my friend handled it very well.  He let her rant.  He did not ignore her.  His replies were brief and kind, not inflammatory. He never told her to "calm down." He didn't even start to make his case until it was clear that she had calmed down.

4. Threatening to hurt yourself because of the breakup or actually hurting yourself and telling him about it (or documenting it with photos so he can see your angst) is crazy.  I mean that literally.  It is a big red flag for a serious emotional disturbance. That is also scary. On the one hand, he probably cares about you and is really worried. On the other hand, he may think, "Shit! If she's crazy enough to do that, what else would she do?" Things have just escalated. See number 3, above.

5. You'll be tempted to go on a rant telling him how you feel and how he hurt you, but don't. It's not going to change anything. It's not going to help. Find a friend and share it with him/her.  Then refocus on your life and try to let it go.

So, how did things end with my friend?  Well, she sent an email asking to meet him the next day.


Uh oh, I thought. This could be bad.

They agreed to meet in an isolated spot (not a hotel room) so they could speak freely.

No witnesses. This is looking worse by the minute. This has all sorts of potential to go badly.

I waited through the time they were supposed to meet, hoping I would hear from him. Finally, I did.  They talked for a few minutes, and then they fooled around in her car.

Wow.

So, it was a break up that ended up not being a break up, or maybe postponing the real break up.  No one knows. She's lucky that I am not my friend because that kind of drama is not okay in my book.  We have too much to deal with in life as it is, don't we?

If you want to break up with an affair partner, remember these guidelines: Be direct.  Be kind. Be honest. Be brief. Here are a couple of examples:

"These past few months have been great, but I've decided that I need to stop fooling around and refocus on my family.  I'm so grateful for you and the time we've had together, and I'll always think of you fondly."

Or.....

"These last few months (or weeks) have been awesome, and I've enjoyed so much about our time together, but I feel the need to move on now. Thank you so much for all you've done and been for me."

You can vary it, but you get my drift.

The less emotionally entangled the two of you become, the easier the break up will be. The more emotional entangled either of you is, the more difficult it will be.  Keep that in mind as things are moving along.

Stephen Covey said "Begin with the end in mind." I don't think I'd go that far, but it will behoove you to keep one eye on the exit if your affair lasts more than a month.

Now that I've said that, I can admit that I am completely unprepared for the end of things with JJ. However, for those of you wondering if I wrote this post because things with JJ have turned bad, you can relax. All is well.  We finally talked and all is good. In fact, I hope to see him this week. Reconnecting after a significant amount of time apart should be very, very sweet.

Besides, don't you know that JJ Loves Kat?  ;-)