Life is Messy

When sex is really great, it's likely that both parties end up sweaty and slick with a variety of fluids. The kids who have the best time at the park come home with dirt on their clothes and smiles on their faces. When I'm on a deadline for a project that's about to make me a lot of money, my desk is covered with reference materials and notes. Artists get paint and clay on their clothes and body as they create beautiful masterpieces.

Life is messy. Real living is messy. Sucking the marrow out of life, as Thoreau puts it, is messy.

While we all need to make sense out of our worlds, some people sacrifice the best life has to offer just to have some order and predictability. I've seen the homes of some families with children that were so clean there was no evidence that a child lived there. I knew a teacher once who assigned all students numbers and the bulletin board was divided up with a square for each number; that's how much room was allowed for each student to show off his best work. The rest of the room was decorated perfectly by the teacher. I've known men with gorgeous pickup trucks who wouldn't take them anywhere beyond a few miles surrounding their homes, let alone off road, because they didn't want to get them dirty or scratched.

Is that living?  Yes, but it sure as hell isn't how I want to live and I'm pretty sure we weren't intended to live that way.

In a recent comment, someone said that I don't know what I'm doing out there, or something like that. On one level, that's absolutely right. But on another level, I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm living!  And life is messy.

You may want to believe that making a decision and sticking to it forever, no matter what, is the right way. Maybe sometimes it is, but sometimes it's not.  People change, conditions change.

The more black and white you think life is, the less real living you're doing. Not only is life not black and white, but it's full of shades of grey and messy blotches of color.

I've made many mistakes.  I keep making mistakes. But I've also had a lot of incredible experiences and I've met some amazing people. I'm better for each one of those experiences and for knowing each of those people. My life is not ordinary.

And guess what?  My husband knew exactly who he was marrying.  So did I. And we are both very happy together, in spite of all the messiness.

There are moments when I wish my life were different, that I were different. Then I  remember some of the bright spots in my life - meeting Seattle Guy and our visit to the park, spending the night with JJ, sharing my deepest secrets with DauntlessD, laughing with Cara, cycling with Steve, developing a a loving and cherished friendship with a Phillies fan.... I could go on and on and I haven't even mentioned my family yet.  My kids! Surfing (or attempting to surf), mountain climbing, bike riding, walking on a glacier, volunteering in a homeless shelter, reading while cuddling in a bean bag chair, taking off with no plan just to see what we could discover.... And my husband. Traveling the world together, making love on the banks of a secluded river in broad daylight, holding our children together seconds after they were born, taking our children to see where we grew up, threesomes when we were newly married, the way he looks at me when he tells me he loves me every single day, and that he loves me exactly as I am... Seriously, the highlight reel doesn't end there, and it doesn't end with today.

But almost all of those things I mentioned were messy. They required letting go of control, accepting that the outcome could be totally unexpected, taking a risk - and choosing to do them anyway.

There are many things I don't know, and I certainly don't know what the future holds for me, but I know this - If I were to die today (or soon), I would have no regrets about how I lived. Some of my choices?  Sure, but as I said, life is messy.

I like it that way.

No More DauntlessD

You may have noticed that Dauntless D, my blog partner and close friend, is no longer listed as an admin for PWK, and you certainly cannot have missed the fact that he hasn't written in many, many months. You won't see him here anymore.  He has decided to move on.

More specifically, he has a new girlfriend and he has rekindled his faith and both of those have required that he let go of PWK.....and anyone associated with it.  Yes, that includes me, too. We were best friends for a couple of years, but now he won't have any contact of any kind with me because the girlfriend doesn't want him to and because, according to another friend of his, I am "depraved."

I didn't hear that from him, of course, because he couldn't even speak to me to tell me that I wasn't good enough for his new lifestyle. We've been through a lot together, but he couldn't even say goodbye or give me a chance to have some closure.

What would I say?

Well, some of what I would say is about relative morality, but I'll share that in another post because it deserves it's own space. I would also remind him that he said this would never happen. I'd remind him how he asked me to stop him if he ever gave up too much of himself and his own life to a woman, particularly so soon after his separation from his wife.

I'd tell him that judging me when he's engaged in sex outside of marriage with his girlfriend is pure hypocrisy and it should bother him that no one else is saying that to him and he's shutting out the only person who ever would give him the straight up truth.

I'd tell him that I thought he was better than this and that I certainly deserve better. I'd tell him that refusing to communicate with me even to tell me about his decision is a coward's way out.

I'd remind him of the string of people in his life he's walked away from and I'd ask him how he expects this to turn out any differently.

I'd remind him that real friends are hard to find and that to throw that aside for a piece of pussy who isn't who she is representing herself to be is foolish and shortsighted.

But I'd also wish him well. I'd thank him for all the times he was there for me when I really needed him. I'd thank him for the laughs and lunches and books we shared. I'd thank him for making room in his life for me, even though he ultimately chose to walk away.

I'd tell him that I will always be here for him and, yes, I'll be here when her real colors shine through and she leaves.

I'd tell him that I miss him.

I'd tell him that I hope his life turns out exactly as he wants it to.

I'd tell him I love him.

DauntlessD, Where is he now?

Daunt here.  I know I haven't written as much as Kat, nor have I shared as much about myself; but from this point going forward I plan to.  I have no real goal in mind for this post, I'm just writing; and I seem to being lead just to introduce myself.  So, who is DauntlessD aka Dauntless Dreamer?  That's a good question, it's one I'm trying to figure out myself.  What I can tell you is a rough synopsis of how I got to where I am now.

Honestly it feels a little strange looking back on my life at age 43.  As I reflect, I now have the wisdom to see many of the patterns that caused me to choose the paths I did in life's crossroads.  One of these patterns is to do what I feel is the right thing for others even if it is to my own detriment.  Yes, it sounds selfless.  Yes, it feels honorable.  But it's a personality trait that has often hurt me.

I was married at 20 and shortly after had two children.  Needless to say life is pretty hard when you have two children early in your 20s.  By my mid-20s I realized I had no idea what I wanted in life.  This shortly after turned into a divorce.

Now remember that propensity I mentioned to always do the right thing for others?  Well this made the guilt and shame I felt for the divorce, and hurting my children, crushing.  So what did I do?  I bounced right into another relationship with a co-dependent emotionally unstable woman and married her.  The guilt and shame I felt from my divorce caused me to shutout my family and stay with my second wife for way, way too long.  Why? Because I thought I was doing the right thing for her, and I didn't want to feel that guilt and shame that I felt before.

I'm not sure when it happened exactly, but within the past couple of months I've had a strange realization.  I had finally forgiven myself for divorcing my first wife and hurting my children.  I think it happened within the past two years and it wasn't until I was living alone that I was thinking clearly enough to see it.  It has had an amazing affect on my outlook.  I don't have those awful feelings in regard to my second wife -- honestly I feel cleansed.

Today, looking forward, I feel like I'm getting a second chance at life. A second chance to live. I'm excited by the opportunities.  Also I know and understand myself better than I ever have before; I'm more confident in me and who I am.  Then at the same time it's daunting, almost overwhelming.  How on earth does a 43 year old man restart?  What am I going to do with this second chance?

Well PWK fans, it looks like you have a front row seat.

Madison... What happened?

Daunt here.  For those that have been following, you saw my note in Panty Games part 1 that Madison and I are no longer seeing one another.  As promised I'll share with you what I can along with any thoughts I may have.  But first for those that are new or haven't been following my Madison posts, let me recap, just to bring them up to speed.

At the end of 2010 I hit a pretty rough patch in my life.  I was depressed and lonely, and still married.  I needed something, but I didn't know what it was.  Just trying to grasp at literally anything to break me out of my funk I got onto Ashley Madison which was fun. Ashley Madison was a distraction, a game.  Good things came out of it honestly. It was there I met Kat and our friendship began and shortly after I met Madison in early 2011.

Madison and I became friends via email then shortly after met for dinner a couple of times.  We enjoyed each other's company and there was a connection, but Madison was going on an out of country vacation that summer with husband.  Also at this time I still had not yet chosen to divorce my wife.  Madison went on her trip and I stopped hearing from her.  I just assumed she reconnected with her husband.

Fall of 2011 I chose to divorce and shortly after, out of the blue, I received a text from Madison.  We reconnected over dinner and a romance began to blossom.

My time with Madison was wonderful and we grew to love one another.  But this is not to say that we were never confronted with guilt or regret.  As I grew to know Madison, I also by extension learned a little about her husband.  She loved him.  I knew this.  The man seemed clueless and neglectful, but he didn't seem like a bad guy.  This bothered me because at times I felt like I was taking from, and possibly hurting, a man I had no grudge against.  Also at times Madison would be twisted up about needing the intimacy we shared, but at the same time knowing she did love her husband.

If you would like to read about Madison and the fun we had go to the All DauntlessD page.

What happened?  Why did it end?  Well, Madison and I were a pretty big part of one another's lives and when that happens it becomes something you want to share.  Madison told her best friend who she was sure would keep her confidence.  Madison was wrong.  Her now ex-friend just needed the right situation to gossip.  Shortly after, the news of Madison's affair bubbled up to her husband.

So, listen up!  Here is a rule for those of you either in or considering an affair.  If you are worried about being caught, tell no one! I know first hand how hard this can be -- and trust me it is hard!  As you grow to care about and know this other person, you just naturally want to share things you talked about, or that funny thing that happened with your other friends.  It's tough.  Believe me.

Now let's talk about the hurt and pain.  Of course Madison's husband was angry initially, but that changed to feeling heart-wrenching hurt and betrayal.  Madison didn't want to hurt her husband in this manner and she felt tremendous guilt about that.  At the same time she loved me and didn't want to hurt me.  To make matters worse she was isolated because she had no one to go to -- her best friend had betrayed her.  The pressure cooker she was in was simply awful and the helplessness I felt made me feel just as bad.

Madison began making plans to move out of her home and leave her husband. Maybe it was the affair.  Maybe it was the fact that he finally believed he was going to lose her, but at this point Madison's husband caught a clue.  He finally in earnest began fighting to save his marriage and keep his wife.  It took nearly a month for Madison to believe it was real, but it worked.

Here is where my heartbreak begins.  The communication between myself and Madison had been severely diminished since her husband found out.  Soon after entering a grocery store my phone rings.  Standing in a health food aisle I listen as Madison tearfully explains she is going to give her husband another chance.  Of course I say the right things and I tell her I understand; but as the day wears on a weight starts settling on me.  It feels like an icy iron fist is gripping my heart and slowly squeezing.

Of course I knew this could happen -- I was seeing a married woman!  What I hadn't counted on was the suddenness.  This woman I had grown to love and have an intimate relationship with was just... gone.  The plans we already had on the calendar weren't going to happen now.

Loneliness came in like a hammer.  And as I reflected on this I realized I had set this up 8 months prior without realizing it.  You see, I began seeing Madison before I had moved my would-be ex-wife out of the house.  By seeing Madison I had inadvertently delayed the loneliness I would have felt at the end of my marriage.

I've done an enormous amount of reflecting, trying to weigh whether all of what has happened was collectively more good or more bad.  In the end I think there is more positive than negative.  The joy and intimacy Madison and I shared is something I'd hate to have missed.

Maybe it was a mistake.  Maybe I was foolish to let myself get as emotionally invested as I did.  I'm not sure.

"Tis better to have loved and lost, then never to have loved at all." ~ Lord Alfred Tennyson

Panty Games Part 2

Daunt here.  If you read part 1, you should recall I acquired a lovely pair of soaked post orgasm panties.  The following week Madison and I had dinner plans again and I decided to put those panties to good use and tease her a bit.

Before our dinner date I wash the the delicate undergarment. Yes I read the tag, wash gentle, lay out to dry -- I wouldn’t want to ruin them now would I?  Panties in hand I hop in my car and head out.  As I drive the smile grows on my face, each mile giving me time to reflect on how much I enjoy Madison.  The restaurant we are meeting at has fond memories attached to it, it’s where I met her for the very first time.

As I pull into the parking lot I see Madison’s car pulling up to the valet station, I choose to go to the regular parking lot.  I park, pull the brake and grin.  Folding the panties just so, I tuck them into the breast pocket of my black pinstripe button up shirt.  The panties are black and they are peeking out, not too noticeable, but noticeable enough.  I exit the car and head for the restaurant.

Upon entering the rear entrance and rounding the bar I see Madison seating herself on the other end.  She’s wearing another sundress, cream colored and clinging to her.  The dress hugs her curves and delights my eyes with just enough cleavage.  What can I say, I love it. She sees me and smiles.  I give her a hug and a kiss, then take a seat next to her.

Conversation flows and we laugh and share with one another.  After a drink we decide just to stay at the bar and have our meal there.  I ask the bartender to bring us a couple of menus, then it happens.  I’m facing Madison with a foot on her stool and she turns toward me and begins to speak, “Daunt, do you...” In mid-sentence she freezes.  My mischievous grin widens as I follow her gaze to my chest, my pocket.  The seconds tick with each expression crossing her face.  Curiosity, then comprehension, her jaw falls open in disbelief, finally her cheeks plume red flustered and embarrassed.  With slow deliberation she reaches out her right hand and tucks her panties deeper into my pocket. I burst into laughter.  Madison turns back toward the bar giggling and fanning her warm, glowing face.  “I can’t believe you did that!” she says through a grin.

We finish our dinner with leisure and affection.  We’re very comfortable with one another and neither of us want the evening to end.  It’s dusk out and we walk out the back of the restaurant.  The summer breeze is cool, but there are lawn chairs placed around gas powered fire pits.  We find a couple of chairs away from others and sit down.  I pull her feet into my lap, slip off her shoes and begin massaging Madison's feet.  Looking up I find her looking at me intently.  She’s beautiful.  I quietly look back into her eyes and find them welling up with tears.

“Madison,” I begin clearly concerned, “what’s on your mind?  Is everything ok?”

She looks away briefly.  “Yes, I’m ok.” her voice thick with emotion.  “It’s just... you’re so good to me...”

At this point Madison and I have been seeing each other for 6-7 months.  We had spent weekends together, gone on outings together -- we were a couple, but not a couple at the same time; she’s married -- and not to me.

As we talk I find myself agast.  She explains that she had convinced herself that having the simple affections, like me rubbing her feet, were too much to expect.  I was floored to learn that this was something her husband had never done.  It also drove home the level of neglect she had been living with; married, but still alone.

I reach out, cup her cheek and kiss her tenderly.  She returns the kiss with urgency, passion.  I want her, but again it’s not in the cards for this evening.  I scan the area.  It’s nearly night and we’re still alone. Gently I begin running my hand up the inside of her bare thigh.  Her legs part slightly, welcoming.

My hand nears her sex feeling the heady heat of her arousal.  Finding the edge of her panties I navigate around them. Madison arches slightly with a shudder as my fingers slide into her with ease.  I look deeply into her eyes as I bring her to orgasm, kissing her at its height.

Arching my brow with a sly half smile I tell her, “I want this pair too.”

Madison laughs.  “What is it with you?  I’ll give them to you at the car.”

“No.  I’ll have them now, thank-you” I reply.

Madison smiles widely shaking her head.  She lifts her bottom from the lawn chair, wriggles off her panties and hands them over.  “Just what are you going to do with this little collection you got going?” she asks.

With nonchalance I reply, “I’m going to put them in little glass trophy cases and put them on the mantle.  They’ll need little brass label plates indicating the date and where they were acquired too.”

“You would, wouldn’t you!” Madison retorts with a giggle.

I take her hand and help her rise from her chair.  Hand in hand we walk to the rear of the restaurant, through the large windows you can see the patrons eating their meals and drinking at the bar.  Stopping near the windows I pull Madison into an embrace.  I kiss her running my hand down the small of her back and over her bottom.  “No panty lines,” I tease.  Madison smiles back, eyes sparkling.

We walk through the rear entrance then exit out the front and say our good-byes.  I begin walking to my car, reaching into my pocket.  I chuckle to myself as my hand finds the new damp little prize that’s going home with me.

Lobbing the PWK Bomb

Daunt here.  We have a smart bunch of readers so I thought I would solicit some advice and generate a little discussion.

Recently I decided to check out a few of the more popular dating sites.  I created an account using my DauntlessD persona and just tried to be playful.  After week or so and sending out a few messages etc, I generally had the feeling they are all quite similar to Ashley Madison; the ratio of men to women allows women to be pretty choosy.

The whole vibe of the sites began to wear on me and one evening, when I was feeling a bit surly, I received an unsolicited message from a woman.  I responded, attempted a little banter, but my heart wasn't in it.  Then I began to grow irritated with some of her questions.  It was clear she was used to men falling all over themselves and answering any question and providing more photos promptly.  So I did something I wouldn't normally do, I sent her the link to my All DauntlessD page.  In essence I was feeling a little testy and I was saying, here take this and go away.  Then what happened was pretty comical.

Her: That was TMI web site Omg

Me: Well it's me.  Read DauntlessD Exposed.  This is a side of me I won't hide from someone I'm seeing.

Her: Wow

Me: Read The Art that is Woman. It's one of my favorites.

Her: Ok... you're scaring me

And that was that.  I stopped hearing from her.  She officially ran for the hills.

So, here is what I would like you all to chime in on.  Upon meeting a new love interest, when should I share this blog and my writing with them?  I'm very curious to hear your thoughts and especially the difference of opinion between men and women.

Panty Games Part 1

I know it has been a while, but yes, it's Daunt.  The post you're about to read was written over a month ago and with it I have some bittersweet news to share.  Madison and I are no longer seeing each other.  Her husband discovered the affair and began to put forth truly amazing effort to save his marriage and keep his wife.  Madison was cynical at first, but then began to soften; she decided to give him a chance.  As for me... well... I'm happy for her, but I will miss her very much.

I have a lot of thoughts surrounding this I want to share, which I will likely do at the end of part 2.  It is important for everyone to know that none of us came out of this unscathed; not me, not Madison nor her husband. There was hurt and pain to go around.  For now though, let me share a memory that is a lusty joy.  Here is the post:

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Not long ago Madison and I met for dinner.  We both arrived at the quaint little mom-and-pop Italian restaurant I had chosen at nearly the same time.  She exits her car and strolls toward me wearing a lovely light sundress; my eyes take her in from head to toe.  After sharing a hello kiss we walk inside.

Upon being seated at a table I ask to have the bottle of wine I had brought to be opened; It was a bottle Madison and I had bought on one of our outings.  As we chat and catch up I find myself watching her every movement, the way her hand cups the glass, the way her lips delicately conform to the rim as she sips her wine, the sparkle of her blue eyes and the shine of her smile.  As dinner goes on a growing arousal builds, it’s mirrored in her eyes and crackles in the air between us; palpable.

Dinner was wonderful and dessert is brought, a frothy whipped cream concoction with fresh berries.  I watch enraptured as Madison’s tongue sensually licks the spoon.  Does she know the effect she’s having on me? My body is a coiled spring without release.  I sigh knowing that there will be no time for lovemaking this evening.  I call for the check.  What am I going to do?

Hand in hand we walk out to her car.  We share an intimate kiss near Madison’s car.  As she pulls back from the kiss she asks, “Would you like to sit with me for a few minutes?”  I nod my head and smile, then hop into the passenger seat.

Soon my fingers are curled into hair pulling her into a hungry kiss and my right hand feels the bare skin of her knee.  Slowly my hand makes its way up her thigh, the soft skin gliding under my palm.  Soon my hand feels the sultry heat of her sex.  Gently I pull her panties aside, the only noise in the car is our urgent breathing.  I slip a finger inside her and rest my thumb against her clit triggering a shudder and a moan.

I pull my head back and look into Madison’s eyes.  “You will not come without asking my permission”, I state flatly.

“This again huh?”, with mock exaggeration she rolls her eyes. Then her face spreads into a mischievous knowing smile. “You know I’ll do whatever you ask”, she says sweetly.

I begin to rub her clit with my thumb, the finger inside curling up to stimulate her on the inside.  Madison’s face relaxes, lips parted, awash in sensation.  Her breathing becomes clipped and her body begins rocking to the tempo set by my hand.

“Daunt”, she says breathily, eyes half-lidded, “can I come now?”

“No”, I reply.  Slowly I begin increasing the level of sensation.  Easily I slip another finger inside her, my hand wet with her arousal.

“Daunt, please.  I want to come.”
“I know you can wait longer for me.  No”, I state calmly.

“Daunt, please let me come!”

“No.  You’ll wait”, I command.

“I don’t know if I can!”  Madison’s left hand darts out clutching the car’s door handle, knuckles turning white.  I can feel her legs beginning to tremble.  Her right hand tightly grips my bicep.

Madison’s eyes look into mine intently pleading.  I look back at her while her body shudders under my ministrations.  I wait watching until I fear she truly can’t hold back anymore.  Quietly while looking her in the eyes I say, “Come for me Madison.”

As soon as the words have left my lips her body succums.  A moan escapes her lips and she shakes, her pussy throbbing and squirting over my hand.  The seat is soaked with the ecstasy of her climax.  As she works to regain her composure I kiss her gently.

“Wow”, she giggles.  “The seat is soaked. I think there is a towel in the back.”

As I hear her speak a thought occurs to me.  I can’t be inside her this evening, but I can take some of her with me.  “Madison, I want your panties.”

“Oh, you do huh?” she chuckles through a smile.

“Yes, I do.”

“Well okay!” she replies. She gets out the car and with a delightful wiggle slips her panties off, jumps back in the car and hands them to me.  They are very wet.  I could wring them out if I wanted, but I dismiss that thought quickly -- that’d be foolish.

I give Madison a goodnight kiss thanking her for her gift and get in my car.  Yes. Part of her is with me all the way home.

Potpourri from Kat

I have several things I want to share with you, Prowlers, so I thought I'd put them in one post. I'm all about efficiency. Actually, I'm not, but it sounds good, doesn't it?

Naked Women - I love looking at photos of hot women. I'm sure I'm not alone. Raise your hand if you like admiring hot naked women. Yes, I see many hands up. Some of you have two hands up. Excellent. The problem, though, is that Cara hasn't given us any pics for a while, and neither has SoccerMom. I don't think they will be contributing in the near future. What to do? What to do? So, I'm putting this out there for any of our girlie prowlers who want to show off their stuff. If you have a sexy photo you'd like to share, please send it. No, we won't pay you for it and, no, it won't make you famous. But we'll be grateful. Sure, I could find some stock photos of hot women to post, but I prefer real women, don't you? Besides, the whole point of PWK is keeping it real.

Lunch with Hubby and Daunt - Daunt and I get together for lunch regularly. As part of the effort to make Hubby feel comfortable with his wife going out for a social lunch every week with a good looking younger man, Hubby has an open invitation to join us whenever he wants. He always says no. Until this week.

It should be ok, I thought. This wasn't the first time that the three of us have gone out together. We went out to a movie and dinner a couple of weeks ago. That should have broken the ice, I thought.

I thought wrong. There were long pregnant pauses, extended periods of silence, and an unusual preoccupation with the food. I really don't give a damn about what was giving the vinaigrette that sweet flavor, but I sure played along like it mattered.

Why? Because I was desperate. I had a vested interest in Hubby feeling comfortable. But every thing I thought of to say had to be filtered several times to make sure it wasn't about AM, the blog, or sex. Every now and then Daunt would throw out a safe question. "What are you reading?" I'd light up because I could answer that. Surely it was safe.....whoa!!!! I had to stop myself before I mentioned the naughty title I'm reading. The good news is that I did catch myself.

Then I found myself slipping into "nervous Kat" mode. When I'm nervous, I talk too much, I giggle a lot (and I am not a giggler by nature) and I become much too flamboyant. I saw it happening, but I couldn't stop it. The train wreck was coming. I saw it. I was yelling at myself, For God's sake, stop! The deathly silence is better than this! But I couldn't stop.

Fortunately, there was no train wreck. We got out of there in time. The bottom line is that it felt like a bad date. Daunt says it wasn't that bad, but that means he either wasn't paying attention or his standards regarding dates are very low. Which is it, Daunt?

Magic Mike - Hubby and I went to see the movie, Magic Mike last night. Yes, I was able to talk Hubby into taking me to a movie about male strippers. How? If I told you, I'd have to kill you. It's a wifely secret passed down for generations - the way to get your husband to do absolutely anything you want.

Ok, I'll tell you. I promised him a full-swallow blow job....and he could go to sleep after and not have to do anything for me. His response was, "What theater and what showing?"

I'll be writing a full review of the movie this weekend, so I don't want to say much about it now. All I'll say is that if you like to watch muscular and fit gorgeous men dance and strip down to thongs while doing it (and I sure do!), you will love this movie.

Cock Gallery - Now I know this is going to sound very strange to some of you, but stay with me. After I wrote the post about cock pictures, I had an interesting idea. Have you ever seen that movie with Goldie Hawn and Susan Sarandon - The Banger Sisters? There's a place in the movie where they are looking at the photos of the cocks of all the men they fucked in their younger years. It made me wish that I kept a memento from my prowling buddies. It seems like one of the only appropriate uses for a cock pic.

Anyway, since that ship has sailed for all my fuck buddies from the past, I thought it might be fun to start a Cock Gallery here. We have our HNT pics and naughty photos of women. So why not men?

So, here's the deal: If you want to be included in the Cock Gallery, you should send me a photo via email of any part of your body that you would like to share. No, you do not have to send a photo of your cock. You can send a photo of your chest (have I mentioned that I love men's chest and shoulders?), your back, your arm, your hands, your butt and, yes, your cock if you want. Send a picture of whatever you think is the sexiest part of you. But please, no faces (although pictures of facial features - eyes, etc. - are ok). No names or user names will be attached to any of the photos. I'll probably assign them numbers for ease of discussion.

This is a chance to show off, Gentlemen! I'll set up a page just for you.

By the way, I didn't tell Daunt about this, so I suspect he's a bit surprised by the idea. Daunt,.....surprise!

Planes, Trains... and a Stripper

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.”

Yup. Stripper.

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.

Heartache and Renewal

Daunt here.  I know it’s been a while since you’ve heard from me, so I thought I’d catch you up on me and Madison.

Not long ago Madison and I went on a lovely trip to Paso Robles wine country.  We spent five nights together -- this is no small thing considering that she is married.  Prior to the trip she was feeling pretty confident in the direction her life was going; she had decided to make plans to leave her husband. No, not for me, I wouldn’t accept that.  Madison has become frustrated with me on many occasions when I have come to her husband’s defense; strange, right? However by the end of the trip Madison had become very pensive and I’m feeling like something has gone awry.

The ride back to Sacramento was quiet. Although we had made love that morning, and both enjoyed it, Madison wasn’t with me so to speak.  Her body was there, but her much of her mind was elsewhere.  Something palpable had manifested between us, but neither one of us were acknowledging its presence. As she got in her car to go home she kissed me and smiled, but her eyes betray deep concern.

I watch her car drive away and I begin to ponder our time together.  We had had a fantastic time.  We both thoroughly enjoyed our outings wine tasting, our meals at various restaurants were wonderful and rich with fun, sometimes deep, conversation; and our lovemaking was hot and fulfilling.  We found ourselves reaching a surprising level of comfort with one another.  Then my thoughts are interrupted by a phone call.  It’s Madison.

She starts off by saying, “I’m having all these strange feelings, I don’t know what’s going on.  Maybe I’m feeling guilty.”  We chat a while and come to the uneasy conclusion that maybe it was simply the amount of time spent together and the level of comfort we feel with one another, but the conversation ends feeling unsettled.

At roughly 4PM, while she is on her lunch break from work, we chat again on the phone.  Madison’s guilt and conflicted feelings persist, if anything they’ve become worse.  I listen, try and help her sort her feelings, but at the same time I am careful to avoid influencing her.  She’s sounding like she wants to reconcile with her husband, but at the same time wants me in her life. As the conversation goes on I get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.  The level of duress Madison is feeling is worrisome.

After our afternoon phone conversation I find myself wrestling with what I want and what I feel Madison needs.  I am concerned. I fear I am clouding her ability to figure out what she needs for herself.  In the end I reach a decision.  I have to stop seeing her.  If she truly wants to work things out with her husband she needs to be released to do so, and if that’s not the case she needs the space to get her head clear.

Sometime after 8PM I tell Madison the decision I had come to. The tears begin to flow.  As I try to explain a war takes place within me; part of me is wanting to take it all back.  She says she understands, but it’s clear she is hurting.  Madison had told me that she would be attending an event with her husband and his family over the weekend.  I suggest that she really try over the weekend to open her heart to her husband, to really try and decide if he can fulfill what she is lacking in her life.  I tell her that we shouldn’t communicate until Monday so she can have the space to do this.  She agrees and we say our goodbyes.

Something that I think is often overlooked in regard to affairs, is that they are almost never a person's first choice.  The majority of people that enter into an affair do so because something in their marriage relationship is already very broken.  Often, as was the case was with my marriage, one party in the marriage will believe that everything is fine.  And frequently the party that feels the marriage is okay will dissuade the other from seeking help like counseling.

Listen up folks.  If your spouse is asking for counseling, there is a problem.  If this problem could have been handled without outside help, it would have been.  Just go.  I also suggest seeing an individual counselor.  An objective party trained to listen and help you organize your thoughts can be an enormous help.

Madison and I couldn’t even make it through a weekend without a couple of text messages, but we were mostly good.  Come Monday we talk on the phone.  She said she really made an effort to open herself to her husband and that the weekend mostly went well.  They had gotten into a couple of deep discussions that caused her to feel disheartened, but they were going to another couples counseling session that evening.

Tuesday I touch base with Madison again.  I learn the couples counseling didn’t go so well.  She’s seeing more clearly the issues she has come to believe can never be overcome.

Friday rolls around.  Madison sees her individual counselor.  Much of what she is feeling is validated and for the first time she shares with her counselor about her friendship and time spent with me.  Shockingly, in light of what was shared with the counselor, the counselor doesn’t see me as a negative force in Madison’s life.

In the end my decision to stop seeing Madison lasted less than a week.

Make up sex... don’t you love it?

During the following week Madison and I set a time in the evening to see each other.  Next to the bed I kiss her deeply then light a candle.  Slowly we undress one another.  I sit her on the edge of the bed then with a lingering kiss lay her back. No toys, no tethered cuffs, in my heart I wanted our time to be about re-connecting and so did she.

I stand back up next to the bed and gaze down at Madison. Her legs dangle off the edge of the bed at the knee and my hands are resting on her thighs.  She raises herself up on her elbows and looks at my face, from her expression I can tell she’s wondering what I’m thinking.  I smile and say, “Madison, tonight I’m going to treat you.  Roll over onto your stomach.”  A questioning look flutters across her face, but then she does as was bid. She rolls over and stretches out. For a moment I allow myself the simple pleasure of looking at her, the profile of her face, eyes closed; the smooth slope of her back narrowing to her waist, the bell flare to her hips and bottom.

Taking her right foot in my hands I begin massaging and kneading it. Madison’s lips part then shortly after I hear a quiet contented moan.  I continue for some time watching the flickering shadows of candlelight on her skin.  Then I switch to the left foot.

I’m going to share something I’ve truly come to adore about Madison, her skin -- and I don’t mean a particular patch of skin, I mean all of it.  The more aroused Madison becomes, the more sensitive her skin becomes.  I love this.  Her whole body becomes an adventure in discovery.

As her arousal builds I’ll start lightly tracing my fingertips over her.  She will shudder and writhe, sometimes suddenly her hand will dart out and snatch mine because the sensation is simply too much.  Then I’ll find a spot and gently continue swirling my fingertips over it.  The game is on... I get to find out if I can get her to orgasm.  If I win my reward is her sheepish embarrassed laugh.  So far I’ve won our little game with her ear and neck, but those aren’t too uncommon. A more fun one was near one of the dimples at the small of her back.

So after finishing the foot massage I begin running my hands lightly over Madison’s back searching, giving her time to enjoy and take in the sensation.  As I begin to identify a few hot spots I get an idea.  I lean down and kiss her back.

“Let’s have you roll back over”, she can hear the mischievous tone in my voice.  Her eyes open and she smiles rolling to her back.  Still standing next to the bed I grab her thighs and pull her toward me so I’m between her knees, her hips right at the edge of the mattress.  I give her a deep kiss, then kiss and lick her neck.  Then I begin tracing my fingers over her skin again, between her breasts, down her sides, over her thighs, slow circles teasing their way toward her nipples.  I grin as she shudders  and her breathing deepens.

I reach down and slowly ease myself inside her.  She gasps and tilts her hips to take me deeper.  Then I give her a sly half smile and grab her right foot.  Madison watches as I bring her foot to my mouth and touch my tongue to her second largest toe.  She grins back with a look indicating that she thinks I’m just teasing, then she looks a little startled as I take her toe into my mouth.  She gently tries to pull her foot back.  I run my tongue under the back side of her toes, her eyes widen briefly then become half-lidded.  I hear her quiet moan as I take her toe back in my mouth caressing it with my tongue.  She shudders and by being inside her I can feel her climax.  Her eyes pop open and she giggles.

Yes, I won our little game again.

Flash Fiction Friday 2-17-12: "A Ballet on Silk Sheets"

Daunt here. This will be the first time I've participated in Flash Fiction Friday. This weeks rules are to write about the photo below using 100 words or less, and include the word "folded". Let's see how we do.

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Lust, tension, and primal urgency well up within him. His body was on its own course now, no longer accepting directives from his mind. Looking down he finds her face glowing with passion and desire. With her legs folded beneath him he basks in the sensation of a final powerful thrust. Shuddering, he closes his eyes. He gently slips from her and sits back. Slowly his eyes open settling on the rose. His heart swells with emotion awestruck at her submission, but he begins to wonder, had he become the slave?

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Random Thoughts on a Sunday Afternoon

It seems like I get lots of random thoughts on Sunday afternoons. Lucky for you (or unlucky maybe), I have no problem sharing them.

• I was struck yesterday by Luna Moon's post The Clash. She referenced the cheater's big dilemma - stay and cheat? Or leave? I know it's a dilemma that many folks struggle with. And it reminded me of some comments I made recently on the Married Man Sex Life blog. It's not a dilemma for me.  I've known since I married my husband that I would never leave him. I've learned through folks who have responded to my comments on that blog and from some of the trolls here that many folks just don't understand that having sex with someone else does not mean you don't love and care about your spouse. Some people just can't see beyond their own reality.
• Speaking of trolls, I really wish they would engage in conversation rather than just sniping and leaving sarcastic comments. They should know that we welcome the debate, but they seem to just want to judge rather than discuss anything.  That's really too bad.
• I got a phone call this morning (actually 10 phone calls) from a 25 year old young man who wouldn't identify himself.  He said he likes fucking older married women, and lots of other things that I won't share here.  He wouldn't say how he got my number or how he knows me. When I wasn't receptive to his offer, he kept calling, and calling, and calling.  At Daunt's suggestion, I forwarded my phone to the local police department for a little while. After I stopped the forwarding, the calls didn't start up again. I hope he got the message that I am not afraid to involve the police. I suppose that's a message I want to share with all my readers, too. Be nice. Most of you are wonderful.  For the very few who are not, just be nice. Okay?
• The Nicolas Cage skit on Saturday Night Live last night was hilarious! I guess SNL may be getting good again.  That would be nice.
• I just realized that I remember season 1 of SNL. Now I feel old.
• Knitting a blanket just takes too long. It will be summer time before I finish the project I'm working on at the pace I'm going.
• OMG.  I remember season 1 of SNL  and I'm knitting a blanket. {sigh} Now I feel really old. 
• There's a new blog I'm really enjoying - Marriage in the Bedroom I'll be writing a whole post to tell you why, but if you want a preview, head over there now.  As of today, the most recent post is Brain and Cock are Not Connected, Brain and Pussy Are. The author (Ponyboy) has some great insight.  Add it to your follow list.
• I just watched a commercial about a devise that you wear around your midsection.  I guess t send electric impulses to your abs and is supposed to give you a six pack without having to do any crunches. Wow! Who are the people who buy that sort of crap...uh...stuff?
• I miss JJ.  That's more of a constant thought than a random one, but I'm sharing it anyway.

Dimly Lit and Naughty

Daunt here. It’s funny how inspiration works for me. Sometimes it will blindside me at a moment I least expect, like when I wrote The Art that is Woman. Other times it comes on slow, like watching a pot of water come to a boil. One bubble then two. Five. Twelve. Then eventually the entire pot is roiling and steaming.

This afternoon Madison sent me a sweet, sexy text, "I'd love to be out with you some night in a very dimly lit place sitting close and be a bit naughty."

Of course this made me smile and for a moment my eyes go out of focus and I stare at nothing. In my mind an image gets painted, a visual of being in a romantic restaurant, dim lights, a flickering candle on the table. In our quiet little corner Madison is holding my arm, her cheek is against my shoulder. She tilts her head and her bright blue eyes look into mine. As each thought brings the picture more into focus my smile widens.

I reply to to her text, "Mmmmm, we’ll have to do that." I return my thoughts to work, but I’m unable to concentrate. The picture in my mind repeatedly reasserts itself. The slow boil had begun.

Okay, I tell myself, if this visual won’t let me work, let’s see where it wants to take me. I lean back in my chair, close my eyes, and set my imagination loose. A naughty thought pops in my head, my smile becomes mischievous and tight.

Where were we... Yes, Madison is holding my arm, her cheek is against my shoulder and she’s looking into my eyes. The story begins to take shape.

Smiling warmly I lean in and kiss her gently. I slide my hand down her leg, pulling her skirt up slightly so I can rest my right hand on her bare thigh near the knee.

My left hand plucks a glass of wine off the table, as I sip my eyes take in our surroundings; the restaurant is quiet, sultry. Scattered about couples are sharing meals and hushed conversation, their dark profiles hovering above rich long tablecloths. The warm glow of candles cast fluttering shadows across their faces.

I look back toward Madison and give her a sly wink. I set the glass of wine down and gently begin tracing light circles on her inner thigh with my finger. Slowly, taking my time, the light trace of my finger loops higher and higher. Madison shifts, I look at her face. Her eyes lock on to mine and I notice her lips are parted slightly. Her legs open a little more. She’s wanting me to touch her, I smile and keep teasing. She gives me a little whimper and a mock pout.

As Madison’s breathing becomes heavier, I decide I have made her wait long enough. My hand slides toward her pussy then stops, I raise my eyebrows in question. A wicked smile spreads across her face. “What? You thought you were going to get to be naughty first?” she laughs. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

My fingers glide across the lips of her sex, she’s dripping wet. I slide one finger into her easily then a second; she takes an urgent breath and arches her back a little. I press the palm of my hand down on her clit. “Well, you may have won the first round, but this game is mine.” I say to her, “Open the side pocket of your purse.”

Madison reaches over and lifts the flap on the side of her purse. Her eyes go wide. “What is that doing here?!”

I watch her face as I remove my fingers from inside her. She shudders and bites her lip, longing in her eyes. Pulling my hand out from under the table I hold it out palm up. “Give it here.” I say.

Madison looks around the restaurant and sheepishly slides the glass toy from her purse quickly placing it in my hand. The toy is cool to the touch. Smooth. I hold her gaze knowingly and with calm deliberation ease the toy under the edge of the table. I slip my hand under her skirt and lay the cool glass against her heated inner thigh. Her eyes glaze and a quiet breathy moan escapes her lips. Steadily the toy makes its way toward her sex. I can feel the muscles of her legs quivering in anticipation.

I slide the glass over her clit. Madison takes a fast ragged breath and grips my arm, nails digging into my bicep. Her other hand grips the edge of the seat, knuckles white. Eyes half-lidded she holds my gaze. I gently part her lips and slip the toy inside her. Her eyes fall closed and she shudders inhaling deeply.

My eyes blaze. “Look at me.” I say quietly. Upon hearing the hard edge to my tone her eyes snap open finding mine. “Who’s pussy am I playing with?”

Madison licks her lips, visibly struggling to regain composure. She takes a slow breath and replies, “It’s your pussy Master.”

I begin to play with the toy, teasing her. “And who decides when my pussy comes?” I feel her legs begin to shake.

“Oh! Ahhh... You do, Master.” she whimpers.

I wrap my fingers around the protruding glass allowing my my knuckles to rub her clit. Madison looks at me, eyes pleading. “Your pussy wants to come Master,” she gasps. I can feel her trembling.

“No... not yet. Close your eyes.” I say. Her eyes fall closed as she takes a deep breath through her nose. I scan the restaurant and find a couple across the way watching us raptly. I address Madison, “Is my pussy ready to come?” Eyes closed, face still pleading she shakes her head yes.

I swallow and take a breath. I want to sooth her. “Good, I’m I’m going to let her come shortly.” Her breathing becomes heavy, urgent. “There is a couple across from us near the door, do you know which couple I am talking about?” Her head nods affirmatively. I watch her face as I give Madison her next directive. “Open your eyes and look at them.” Her eyes slowly open and her cheeks flush when she finds them looking back at us.

I draw her back. “Look at me.” Her head turns toward me, eyes glazed searching mine. “It’s time for my pussy to come.” I say as I begin rocking the toy against her g-spot, my knuckles rubbing her clit in earnest.

“MmmmmMMMMmm!” Madison squeaks as she bucks against my hand, shuddering, gasping.

“Our couple by the door, are they still with us?” I ask. Madison raises her eyes and looks. The couple smiles broadly at her, Madison’s cheeks bloom red causing me to chuckle. “Oh yes, I can tell they’re still watching by the look on your face!” She grins, the embarrassment causes her to want to hide her face from me. Holding her chin, I lift her face to mine and give her a kiss.

The reverie finally breaks and my eyes open. I'm still at work.

"I'd love to be out with you some night in a very dimly lit place sitting close and be a bit naughty."

Yes Madison, we're definitely going to have to do this in the very near future.

When the Spouse Suspects. . .

So, what do you do when it becomes clear to you that the spouse has suspicions about your extramarital activities? I'm not talking about when you have been caught, but when your spouse is still at the suspicion stage (I'll write about what to do if you've been caught in another post).

If you find out that your spouse is suspicious, it's time to circle the wagons.  For those of you not familiar with that American old west reference, it means to focus on self-preservation. In the context of prowling, it means that it's time to focus on your marriage and cover your tracks.

Here are my tips for smoothing things over before they get out of hand:

1. Stay calm.  If you start deleting email and taking other actions without thinking, you are actually more likely to get caught. Stop.  Take a deep breath.  If your spouse is there with you, give her a hug and tell her that you love her.  I assume this is true.
2. Think about your recent behavior.  What have you done to cause her to be suspicious?  Don't kid yourself.  She didn't get suspicious for no reason. Take an honest look at your behavior and try to pinpoint where you went wrong (besides cheating in the first place).
3. Stop all current cheating behavior. I'm not saying you have to stop it forever, but at least until things calm down at home. Your sweetie will understand (unless you picked a young single woman; in that case you're beyond my help).
4. Don't immediately contact your lover unless there is an imminent threat.  Remember that your spouse will be watching you closely (and she'll probably have her friends watching you, too). You may have to wait a few days before making contact with your lover.  You'll live.  So will she. (Don't I sound authoritative as I say that?  Sometime I'll tell you about how I melt down and call Daunt crying like a baby if I don't hear from JJ for two days. Daunt should get an award for putting up with me.)
5. Spend more time with your wife. She needs you.  Be there for her.  Assure her. Do some things you enjoy doing together.
6. Have sex with your wife -- or at least try to.  She needs to know that you still want her.  Don't pull away now.  In fact, in many cases it's a change in the sex life that makes a spouse get suspicious in the first place. If you're the wife, do not stop having sex with your husband.  It's both wrong and stupid.
7. Make sure you get rid of any evidence.  Do this calmly and only when it is safe. If you just can't bear to delete those emails, you'd better secure them somehow so your spouse will never be able to get to them. And then, pay attention to #8....
8. Always remember that your spouse is smarter than you think she is. If you think your online activities are safe because your wife is not computer literate, be aware that she will find someone who is computer literate to help her snoop. People who feel that their marriage and family may be threatened become very creative and ingenious. When my husband suspected me, he did some things to check up on me that I never thought he'd be able to do.  Oops. 
9. Don't admit to anything! If your spouse is truly only suspicious and she doesn't know about your affair for sure, do not admit to an affair. It will hurt her necessarily. I know some people disagree with this, and choose to take the opportunity to admit things so they can move forward with trying to fix their marriage.  I respect that view, too, but it's dangerous. Don't do it unless you're ready for a divorce because that's where you may be headed. My advice is a bit different if you have been caught, of course.  You'll get that post soon.
10. Consider ending the affair, or at least taking a break.  You have the option of thanking your lucky stars that it was just a close call and ending the affair before you do irreparable damage to your marriage. The truth is that suspicion leads to more monitoring, and your chances of getting caught are higher if your spouse already has strong suspicions. If you decide to end it or take a break, please tell your lover and tell her the truth.  Just disappearing is cruel. Trust me.  I've been there.  It's no fun at all.

Any other tips for this situation, Prowlers?

TMI Tuesday 2/7/12 with DauntlessD

This weeks TMI Tuesday theme is Let's Go to Bed.

1. A friend is coming to have sex. There are 3 twin beds and an air mattress in the room. What do you do? (choose one)

Well this is interesting, it sounds like I'm waiting on my friend to come over...

a. Have sex where ever we land first, who needs a bed?

Well, this could certainly happen if I'm attacked by my lover upon her arrival.

b. Have sex on a single twin mattress

Single twin, single twin, single twin. Yes that sounds like a bit of a paradox! But really, am I having sex only once? Must I choose only one?

c. Have sex on an air mattress

Ah-ha! Now we're talking! Rambunctious sex as many times as I want with a personal goal of popping that sucker!

d. Or? (tell us your solution)

2. What is the oddest thing you have in your bedroom that someone would be surprised to find. Why is it there?

To some degree the oddest thing would depend on who that someone is. But, generally I would say Hot Rod, Pink Cuffs or the book I've been reading as of late with lots of pictures, Screw the Roses, Send me the Thorns. They're there for sex of course! I started exploring a little late in life, but I am exploring!

3. What are your favorite sheets?

a. Flannel

I love flannel sheets on cold winter nights. Very cozy.

b. Cotton

If I had to choose I'd say high thread-count cotton sheets are my favorite.

c. T-shirt cotton (jersey)

I've never tried these, I'm curious though. Leave a comment and tell me if you like them.

d. Satin

I've never tried satin either. I bet satin sheets feel lovely against your skin; great for sex I bet, but what about sleeping?

4. Do you sleep with sheets tucked in or out? Why?

This question seems kind of funny. Of course the bottom sheet is tucked in. The top one is tucked in about half way up from the foot of the bed, but having the top sheet tucked in at the head of the bed would seem to make it difficult to get in and out of bed. I suppose the top sheet could be tucked back in after I'm in bed by someone else... Why am I envisioning standing the mattress up and using a roll of plastic wrap to keep a person in the bed with the top sheet tucked in...?

5. What is your usual bedtime? Why?

a. 8-10 pm

With a regular work schedule this is mostly the correct answer, with a bit of D.

b. 10-12 midnight

c. 12-24

huh?

d. Whenever my eyes won’t stay open any longer.

5. Do you sleep with closet door(s) shut or open? Bedroom door shut or open? Any particular reason why?

My answer on this will probably be a bit boring for folks. I sleep with the closet doors shut because the room looks less cluttered. The bedroom door is typically kept shut because it's more quiet in my room that way. Also, my dog sleeps on the floor on her bed in my bedroom and with the door shut I don't have to listen to her wandering in and out, click-ity click-ity on the wood floor, during the night.

6. Have you ever broken a bed or other furniture during sex?

No I haven't, but boy I'm sure I've come close! I've had the room look practically re-arranged :-)

7. What’s your favorite type of bed for sex?

Not long ago I would have said I'm not sure. However with recent discovery, I would say a bed with posts or a headboard and foot-board you can tie things too. Light Bondage Anyone?

8. What do you sleep in?

a. Lingerie

Eeek! No I don't have this kind of kink!

b. Underwear

Yup, this is me; just my boxer-briefs and nothing else.

c. Day clothes

Eww...

d. T-shirt

I feel constricted with a t-shirt.

e. Nothing

With a lover.

Say thanks to My Undercover Metamorphosis for supplying the questions, and the TMI Tuesday Blog for disributing them by giving their sites a visit.

A Gorean Treat

Daunt here. I don't think it's ever been mentioned on the blog, but Kat is an avid reader. When we first met her a little over a year ago, one of the things we talked about was reading. During our chats I recalled an old series of books I read in high school that were a turn on for me about the primitive world of Gor. I have a hunch our regular readers will enjoy this little excerpt I recently ran across, so without further ado here it is.

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I looked at the girl, a slave, beautiful in the scant diaphanous silk I allowed her to be clothed in. She had been insolent toward Rim when he had been in shackles; laughing, teasing, mocking. That was until I released him, and gestured my head toward him. "You are his," I told her.

"No! No!" she cried and threw herself to my feet weeping, her head to my sandals. "Please Master! Please, please Master!" She looked up and saw the inflexibility in my eyes. Her lower lip trembled and she put her head down.

Rim lifted the girl to her feet by the hair, twisting her head and bending her body. "Gather together whatever you need, bells and cosmetics, and such to please my senses. Then go and prepare me a bath and food."

"Yes Master," said the girl. He twisted her hair more. She winced, her back bent painfully. "Do you wish me to submit now?" she begged.

"Do so," he said.

She fell to her knees before Rim, and lifted her head to regard him. "I will be your slave," she said. Then she knelt back on her heels, lowered her head, and lifted and extended her arms, wrists crossed as though for binding. She was a gorgeous creature, I wondered if I had been hasty in my decision. "I am your slave," she said to him, "Master."

"Go," Rim said to her.

"May a girl not beg for her name?" she asked.

He looked at her. "Cara," he said.

She had been named.

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This little passage is from book 8, Hunters of Gor, and it brought a smile to my face! I am sure that none of our Prowling with Kat readers would ever want to treat our lovely Cara this way!

* I modified this passage from the book just slightly so you would not need to know as much about the story. However the gist of the event and the names of the characters are unchanged.

Light Bondage Anyone?

Lying in the center of the bed Madison’s eyes look up at me expectantly. I reach down and grab her wrist. As I do so, I recall the conversation we had recently.

“You didn’t tell me about that Toy Review you did Daunt!”

“Well, I’m sorry, it was the last blog post I had published right after you had contacted me again. I just assumed you had read it”, I reply.

Madison laughs. “Well after I read your review I clicked on the link to EdenFantasys and I found something... and I ordered it!”, she teased.

A grin spreads across my face. “Oh really?”

“YES! They were pink, my favorite color, and I just had to have them! Pink cuffs with tethers!”

Wow! My heart skips a beat. Playing with a little bondage was something that had always sounded exciting to me, but I had never really done it; and from our discussions neither had Madison. Could I go through with this? Would it meet her expectations? I decide to play it cool and answer, “Oooh THAT could be fun...”

I look down at Madison, her piercing blue eyes are wide as they search my face; a lopsided smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. I smile back at her as I wrap the pink cuff around her wrist and fasten the Velcro strap. Grabbing the tether attached to the cuff, I pull her arm up and tie it to the headboard.

Madison gives an experimental tug. A nervous laugh escapes her involuntarily. “Wow... this thing really has my arm good...”

I walk around to the other side of the bed. Madison’s eyes follow, then her head turns. The half grin pulls tighter on her face as I loop the second cuff around her wrist and tie its tether to the headboard.

Madison’s breasts rise and she takes a breath then she pulls on both wrists. The Velcro crackles as it tightens and a thrum can be heard as the tethers attached to the cuffs go taut. “Suddenly I’m not sure about this...” More giddy laughter. “What are you going to do?”

I allow my eyes to roam her naked body, thighs, belly, breasts, face. Half lidded, my eyes lock on to hers. “Oh, I have plans for you.”

I reach out to the nightstand, gather the blindfold and show it to her. Her breathing quickens as I cover her eyes stretching the elastic band behind her head. With an unsure giggle she asks, “Really? I’m not going to be able to see either?”, but I don’t reply. I step away from Madison and admire her. I watch the rise and fall of her breasts with her breathing. She turns her head a little as if straining to listen.

Deciding to build a little more anticipation I speak. “Madison, I need to get something. I’ll be right back.” I step to the door and open it allowing the outside noise to flood the room. After a moment I close the door allowing her to believe I’ve left the room. I would never really leave her tied to a bed alone, but I thought the illusion may be exciting for her. She moves her head and pulls on the cuffs again. Her legs shift nervously. After a couple more minutes I mimic returning. Again the door opens filling the room with noise, then closes.

“What did you go get?”, Madison asks.

I don’t answer allowing her mind to wander. Is it Daunt? Oh, god, is it someone else? No, he wouldn’t do that to me, but what is he doing? How do I know it’s him? What if someone else came in and he doesn’t know?

Zzzzzziiiippp.The sound of a zip-lock bag opening breaks the silence. Madison’s head quickly turns toward me as I draw forth the mink fur glove. Her head cocks as she hears the crinkle of plastic as I put the bag away. Slipping the glove onto my hand I step toward her placing my bare hand on her thigh. Her body goes rigid, hands snapping forward only to be caught by the cuffs. She takes a quick ragged breath. I lay my mink gloved hand lightly on her chest above her breast, then slowly slide it down her body. “Mmmmmmm, what IS that?”, she purrs. I glide the glove over her body, circling her breasts, lightly brushing it between her thighs, teasing her occasionally by pulling it away. Appearing of its own volition Madison’s body strains toward the the glove desiring its touch.

Soon it is clear that Madison has completely relaxed having given over herself to the erotic sensations of mink gracing her skin. I put the glove away and slide my bare hand up her thigh. She tenses slightly as my fingers slip into her wetness. I curl my fingers upward and begin to massage her G-spot. I feel her shudder as I place a vibrator against her clit. Soon her hips begin to rhythmically rock. From inside her pussy I can feel the tension building within her. She begins to gasp as if straining for breath. She convulses, knuckles white as her arms strain against the cuffs. Moaning loudly in an almost shriek, her orgasm takes her.

Once her shudders have subsided I lift the blindfold from her eyes. “Are you still with me?”, I ask.

“Oh god yes!”, she replies.

JJ's New Blog and Other Places to Find Us

JJ finally jumped in with both feet and started his own blog: JJ Loves Kat! We'll both be posting there and it will give you a chance to see a side of us that you don't see here (although there will be sex there, too, of course!). JJ's blog is brand new so expect the bells and whistles to appear over the next couple of weeks, but the first posts are already up.  Go take a look, and follow!

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Saturday Serial - Awakening

Saturday Serial is about Danny (me) where I use experiences in my own life to create a fictional on-going story. It is a bit of an experiment, but I've been enjoying it and I hope you do too. To start at the beginning read Morning Heartache, to read the previous Saturday Serial post read A Tenuous Step Forward. For a listing of all the Saturday Serial posts go here, All DauntlessD.

Since it has been a while since my last Saturday Serial post I think a re-cap is in order. Danny, a character loosely based on me, is a man struggling to find himself. He is married, a bit naive, has a typical mundane job and is finding himself sinking into a depression. Unhappiness driving him, he joins a locally based online community called Red Light Underground. Enjoying the different types of people he had met via the online forums and chat, Danny decides to attend an impromptu meet and greet at a local bar.

-DauntlessD

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The man at the entrance of the bar looks expectantly at Danny as he fumbles for his wallet. He removes his ID and hands it to him. With a cursory glance the man hands the ID back waiving him inside. Danny walks forward and the noise from the band gets louder. The end of the hallway opens up to the bar. Danny scans the room, in the far corner a small stage is setup where the band is playing. Old movie theater stenciled lettering above the stage says, Playing Tonight: Hometown Hicks. The decor is a rustic light cowboy theme, but the people milling about are all types and ages.

Danny continues scanning the room. His friends from Red Light Underground were supposed to meet near the pool tables. Spotting the tables he continues forward, each step making him feel more anxious than the last. At a corner of one of the tables a man plainly, but neatly dressed in a t-shirt and jeans has a small group of people around him. Stepping around the pool table Danny finds that the man has long hair braided into a ponytail nearly reaching his belt; a woman tenuously reaches out to touch it. Upon nearing the man he overhears the conversation being held.

"Oh, so you are Loco Marty! It's so fun to finally meet you." a smiling blond woman says addressing the man with the braid.

Danny smiles, so this is Loco Marty, the administrator and owner of Red Light Underground. Well, I guess I've found who I'm looking for. Danny walks up to the small group and waits for a chance to introduce himself to Marty.

"Loco Marty, I'm Paos Yrovi, good to meet you", Danny says.

Marty shakes Danny's hand and laughs. "Wow man, you're nothing like I thought you'd look. Good to meet you too. Hey, meet some of the others", he nods toward the blond woman who had just met him. "This is Luscious, this guy over here is Stryder, and the lady next to you is Bunny. That guy shooting pool is Ice Man and the dude with him is Doc J."

Danny enjoys meeting everyone and with the ensuing chit-chat his anxiety begins to subside. He looks over at Doc J. Doc was one of the people he was very much looking forward to meeting, one of the people he had befriended, but hadn't met in person yet. Politely excusing himself he walks over to Doc J. "Doc J, how are you buddy!" Danny allows him to stare blankly at him a moment before continuing, "I'm Paos Yrovi."

"Wow man, it's great to meet you!" Doc J replies slapping Danny on the shoulder, "So have you met some of the others?"

"Yeah, I just met Loco Marty, Luscious, Stryder and Bunny."

"Luscious?" Doc questions eyebrows raising.

"Oh, you haven't seen her yet I take it." Danny chuckles, "Well, I don't think you'll be disappointed pal, she's cute." Doc's eyes look out to where Danny is pointing. "The blond over there next to Marty."

Doc's eyes widen. "Oooh, I definitely have to meet her, but I think I'll need a little more liquid courage first." Doc takes the last swallow from a beer he's holding, "Can I get you something? What'cha drinkin'?"

"What ever beer you're drinking is fine thanks," Danny replies.

Doc begins to head toward the bar then turns back suddenly with a sly grin. "Dude, Peechee is here! You going to introduce yourself?"

Danny's anxiety suddenly wells up. "Seriously? I thought she wasn't going to be able to make it because she couldn't figure out a way to sneak away from her husband."

"Well she's here man, if you're going to make sure I meet Luscious, then you're meeting Peechee buddy." Doc chuckles, turns and continues toward the bar.

"So did I hear that right, you're Paos Yrovi?"

Danny looks around and finds Ice Man addressing him. Ice Man is dressed in a preppy fashion, white tennis shoes, jeans and a collared pull-over shirt. He is thin and in good shape; he has the build of someone who cycles frequently.

Danny's mouth pulls into an amused half smile. "Yeah, that's me," he replies extending a hand.

Ice Man accepts the hand shake, then scans the various people around the bar. "I'm better looking than most of these guys", he grumbles, "why is it none of the girls seem interested in me..."

After chatting for a couple of minutes Danny finds himself disliking Ice Man; he just seems to exude the vibe of an arrogant prick. Thankfully Doc is back pushing a beer into his hand.

"Thanks for the beer Doc", Danny says, "hey, you wanna shoot some pool?"

"You bet!" Doc replies stuffing quarters into the pool table.

Four beers and two games of pool later Danny and Doc are enjoying their camaraderie and tolerating Ice Man. Abruptly Doc stands tall. "Alright, I'm ready. It's time," he declares, "time to meet Luscious."

"Well, she's right over there." Danny points to the edge of the small dance floor in front of the band. Doc winks and walks toward her. Danny watches as they begin to chat. He sees Doc motion toward him and then he has her in tow returning to the pool tables.

"Hey guys," Doc says, "Luscious is going to shoot pool with us. Luscious, that's Paos Yrovi, but I guess you already met him, and that's Ice Man"

They start another game of eight-ball. Danny smiles as Doc and Luscious seem to be hitting it off. Ice Man lamely tries to flirt with Luscious a few times. At first she is polite, then she begins to simply ignore him. Finally Ice Man leaves the bar in a frustrated huff. "I'm better looking, what the hell is wrong with these women!" he grumbles as he stomps off. Danny and Doc look at each other and burst into laughter.

"Alright pal, it's your turn. You need to go meet Peechee" Doc says with a grin.

Danny's nerves flair anew, but clearly their dulled by the alcohol. "Okay, lets do it," he replies.

Doc leads them over to where some people are shooting darts, "Peechee!" he calls. A woman looks up, her face framed with dark shoulder length hair. Doc waves her over, she's followed by another woman of similar height with short blond hair. Doc clears his throat. "Peechee, meet Paos Yrovi." Danny watches as Peechee's face turns toward him, her eyes meeting his. She smiles warmly and suddenly Danny finds himself feeling awkward and tongue tied.

"I'm SO glad to have a chance to meet you Paos!" Peechee gushes.

Doc looks over at Danny grinning evilly enjoying watching him struggle for words, then he comes to the rescue. "Hey Peechee, why don't you come shoot some pool with us."

"I'd love to! Hey guys this is my sister Julie," she says indicating the blond woman next to her with short hair, "Do you want to come Julie?"

"No, I'm going to hang out with my friends over here and shoot darts," Julie replies, "but it was nice meeting you all." She then makes a point of catching Danny's eye and smiles. Danny smiles in return but finds it curious.

Back at the pool table Danny finally begins loosening up. Peechee is attractive and a joy to be with. Even though this is the first time he had seen her, he had already grown to like her from chatting and emailing on Red Light Underground. He watches her take her next shot and is enjoying the view when the band starts another set. Suddenly Peechee looking up at him tugging on his hand.

Peechee exclaims, "Oh I love this song! Let's go dance!"

"Oh... I... uhh," Danny stutters.

"Oh just come on!" Peechee interupts and Danny allows himself to be pulled to the dance floor.

Danny initially feels embarrassed and clumsy, but quickly is smiling and having fun with Peechee. They dance through two songs and a slow song begins. Danny is surprised when she quickly cozies herself into his arms swaying to the music. They look into each others eyes with mirrored longing, holding each other.

The song ends and Peechee leads Danny to a quiet corner. Danny loops his arms around her in an embrace. "Danny," Peechee begins looking up into his face, then she stops and smiles "-- it's so nice to have your real name, I'm glad you shared that with me last week. -- anyhow, I just wanted you to know that I have really grown to like you. Our chats and emails have been so much fun. Then when I saw you... wow... but I have to go. I want to stay, but I can't. You know I'm married... If I was single..." She looks away guiltily then looks back but never finishes.

"I know," Danny replies. "I had a great time meeting you tonight. I can't remember the last time I had this much fun." He pulls her close leaning in for a kiss. Their lips meet and linger. Their mouths open and the kiss continues. Passion swells and the kiss deepens as they hungrily hold each other tight. With difficulty they separate and say their good-byes.

Danny stands where she left him reflecting on the nights events. His wife, Rachel, pops in his head and for a moment he feels a flicker of guilt, but then realizes he's smiling and it's forgotten. He hasn't feel this good, this alive, in a long, long time. Yes, he thinks to himself, I want to be at the next Red Light Underground get together.

To Our Friendly Neighborhood Kat Haters

Oh, were you expecting Kat? Nope, it's me Daunt and I decided to pop in to say something that many of our part time readers may find controversial. Ready?

Kat does not condone cheating.

What!? Blasphemy! Liar! Daunt, look around you, you big fool! That's what this whole blog is about!!

I'll say it again: Kat does not condone cheating.

To our regular readers, this is no surprise at all. I can agree, that yes, maybe on the surface this blog may make cheating sound like a good idea -- seriously, how can you not read about these hot sexual encounters and not want some of that [with your spouse]; but dig below the surface and you'll find something unexpected. Counsel to avoid cheating.

Over the past year I've been consistently amazed at how Kat can write about the various experiences of her life, exciting, comical, mundane, sad or sinful, and make it an engaging read highlighting relatable truths we all face.

I've also learned along the way, while meeting others in the world of cheaters, is that they are like everyone else; just people struggling through life trying to get their needs met. We're all imperfect. We all engage in destructive behavior at times, but hopefully we learn and strive to be better.

C'mon Kat Haters! I dare ya! Go back, avoid the sex posts and see what you find! Ha, yeah that's what I thought. You're all scared of your own shadow; too frightened to end up liking someone you disagree with.