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.

Viva Las Vegas!

Well Prowlers, I'm headed to Las Vegas tomorrow for NMX 2013 (BlogWorld).  I will continue to post while I'm there, of course.  I won't leave you high and dry without your Kat fix.

Have I mentioned that I love Las Vegas?



It shouldn't surprise you that I would love Sin City. I love the lights, the pace, the diversity of people,and the opportunity to get into all sorts of different kinds of trouble. Someone pointed out to me that I could go see the Chippendales show there, but honestly, looking at pretty boys on a stage is ok, but I prefer to see my men up close, naked, sweaty, hard, and eager to please.

I was thinking about that this morning and I remembered how I was in Seattle last June and I posted that I was visiting.  Do you remember what happened? I met Seattle Guy and that turned out very, very well (Seattle Guy, Date with Seattle Guy, Part 1, Date with Seattle Guy, Part 2). If you'll recall, in Seattle I was traveling with my extended family, including Hubby, but in Vegas I'll be there without Hubby. As I said, I'll have lots of opportunity to get into trouble.

I will be meeting at least one PWK reader there.  I wrote a little bit about K in a post last week (see Men in Boxes) and maybe now is the time to tell you a little bit more about him.  He lives on the east coast and he, too, is a blogger. He's in his 50's and has been married forever and, like many of us, he has no plans to leave his marriage. He's smart - very smart - and you know how I like smart men, right? He's also witty, creative, civic-minded, and of course, a devout baseball fan. There's more, but I'll stop right there. The bottom line is that he's a pretty remarkable man.

He first wrote to me back in July when I posted Giants I Would Love to Fuck (GILF)...and a Little About the All Star Game. He got my attention because he didn't start off talking about sex. That's unusual in my PWK world. He talked about baseball which is a sure fire way to get me engaged. I'll meet him in person for the first time tomorrow in Vegas.

Don't get too excited.  Sex is pretty much off the table, so you probably won't see any posts about hot sex with K.

But anything can happen in Sin City. And you know anything can happen with me.

Involuntary Fidelity

It has been over a month since I've prowled and I have no immediate prospects in sight. This isn't my record, of course. My record is 8 years. Right now I'm wondering how I survived those 8 years. Actually, I know. I worked 60-80 hours a week.....and I ate a lot. FYI - neither of those is a good substitute for mind blowing sex. All they can do is distract you, hopefully enough so you forget about what you're missing.

I know what you're thinking. "Kat, you are a prowler extraordinaire. How could you be struck involuntarily faithful?"

 There are several reasons.

First, JJ has been MIA. He has been dealing with family issues and he's busy. In a week or so it will 2 months since I've seen him. And there has been hardly any communication in the last week, and none in the last few days....and it has been dwindling over time. Yeah, it looks more like lack of interest than lack of time to me, too. Ouch. I've got a bit of a heartache over that. I don't want to talk about it. Let's move on...

Second, I just haven't been that motivated to search out new friends. There's all that getting-to-know-you crap that seems to take forever. Whatever happened to the days when it was ok just to say, "Hey, I think we could have a good time together. Wanna?" Oh yeah, that was the 80's. Sometimes I miss the 80's.

Third, I've been busy at work (not a good thing) and Hubby and I are getting along very well (a very good thing) and I've fallen back into a rut in my life in general. I've made some changes in my work life that will get me out of that rut very soon, but when part of your life is in a rut, it's hard to get another part out of it, too.

Finally, I was reconsidering fidelity for awhile a few weeks ago. That got me out of the swing of things, I guess.

 So here I am.

Daunt corrected me earlier today and told me that I am actually voluntarily faithful because I could jump on AM and have a "date" within 24 hours if I really wanted to or I could pick up the phone and call any of a handful of ex-playmates and be hooked up within a few hours. That's true. So why don't I really want to?

Is it because I miss JJ and I'm down about not being able to see him and not talking to him?

Is it because I can't seem to get Seattle Guy off my mind?

I really don't know.

But I do know this. While I may not be in the mood to hunt, I'm an definitely hungry for an extramarital treat. Very hungry.

Well, if it's not going to come to me, I'll guess I'll have to get off my ass and go find a tasty morsel (a.k.a. hot and horny fine specimen of a man) to enjoy.

Applications are now being accepted.

Date with Seattle Guy (Part 2)

You can find Date with Seattle Guy (Part 1) here.

We didn't talk much as we drove. I asked a few stupid questions like, "Gee, the streets sure are complicated here. Is it hard to get around?" Yeah, I know. I would have been better off saying nothing, huh?

Anyway, every now and then he would reach over and pinch one of my nipples or I'd reach over and stroke his cock a bit. It was just teasing, of course, but it's still unsafe to drive doing that stuff.  It has to be more hazardous than texting and driving.

But I digress....again....

He took me to a small neighborhood park on a hill. There was a small opening to the street and the rest of the park was hidden behind bushes and trees. We went into the park and he took my hand as we walked on a meandering path through a small forested area. It was very dark so I was really glad he had my hand. The path wasn't very long at all. Soon, the trees cleared and the path released us into a clearing with some sculptures and a long stone bench or short wall. But that's not what grabbed my attention. I looked up and saw a panoramic view of the city lights spread out below us.  Wow. Just wow.

I turned toward him and he slipped his arms around me, pulling me to him, and he kissed me. It was that sweet, gentle kiss again, like the one in front of the club. But then he reached up, grabbed a handful of hair on the back of my head and pulled. I moaned.

I was confused.  He kept me off balance, moving from sweet and romantic (the kiss at the club, taking my hand on the path, bringing me to this perfect location) to dominant and rough (the activity in the car, the hair pulling and, I was sure, whatever was coming next).

He reached under my blouse and slid his hand under my bra. Then he stopped.  He said, "Do you have something in your bra?" Oh shit.  I had $5 and a lipstick tucked into my bra.  How embarrassing! He gently pulled them out and said, "I'm just going to put these in my pocket for now, ok?" I thanked him and then we went back to what we were doing.

He told me to get on my knees and suck his cock. By the time I was on my knees, his cock was already out and ready for me. I took him into my mouth gently at first, but soon I was sucking him hungrily, almost greedily. His hand was on my head, and every now and then he'd grab my hair and pull me back, taking his cock out of my mouth. I'd whimper and strain with my mouth open, trying to reach it,  Then he'd release me and drive it deep into my throat forcefully.  After doing that a few times, he pulled me off him and asked, "What do you want?"

I answered simply, "I want your cock."

"You really want my cock?" he asked as he tightened his grip on my hair, tilting my head back, making me look up at him.

"Yes. Please," I answered.

"Where do you want it?"

Whoa! A choice?!  It hadn't occurred to me that I'd get a choice.  I just assumed that he was going to cum in my mouth. Well, then, since I was dripping wet and I had a choice.....

"I want you to fuck me," I said.

"You want it in your pussy?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, and I tried to nod my head, but ouch. He still had me firmly by the hair.

Suddenly, he released me and said, "Ok, get up." Then he offered a hand to help me. There's that contradiction again. Such a gentleman, yet dominant.  A dominant gentleman.

I got up and turned toward that stone wall/bench. I quickly pulled down my pants and panties and bent over the bench. The cold night air shocked me bit, but only for a moment because I had barely bent over when his cock was sliding in me.  I squealed and grabbed onto the bench. I wasn't prepared for an ass fucking, and didn't he say pussy? Oh well, I'd just brace myself. But then he pulled out and slammed into my pussy.

I moaned. I knew he would feel good inside me, but this was...wow...very good. He grabbed my hips and fucked me hard. I held onto the bench and looked up to see the unbelievably gorgeous view in front of me. Then I had a very strange thought.  I thought, Wow, I'm getting a fantastic fuck from a virtual stranger, and I'm sightseeing at the same time. Hey, I can't help where my brain goes. It often takes off without my consent.  ADD, remember?

After he came, he stood me up and turned me to face him. I pulled up my pants quickly. Then he kissed me again. There it was again - that kiss.  Gentle, but with much more passion this time. When he pulled back from the kiss, I looked into his eyes again. Even though it was dark, that part of the park was illuminated by the lights of the city. His eyes were sparkling. That's when I melted.  That moment.

He leaned forward against me, pushing me back against the bench and sliding his hand down my pants to play with my clit again. Oh, I was very, very ready to cum again. I pulled up my blouse and bra, exposing my breasts and pinching my nipples. He said, "Did I say you could you pay with your tits?"

I immediately pulled my hands away from my breasts as I replied, "No, Sir. I'm sorry."

"That's right," he said. "You can play with them this time, but next time you don't do anything unless I tell you to do it.  Understood?"

I nodded. I was gasping and moaning, rocking my hips against his hand.  He smiled briefly again. He knew what I wanted.  I was sure that he knew and he was just waiting for me to ask.  So I did.

"Can I cum, please?"

"What if I say 'no,'" he replied playfully with a slight, crooked smile on his face.

How far are we taking this game? I wondered. Is he really going to deny me an orgasm? Really?

Before I could answer, he said, "Ok, you can cum."  It's a good thing he said ok because it had already started rolling through me.  There was no stopping it at that point. As I came, he pulled me close to him and kissed me deeply. I started screaming into his mouth, but then I quickly turned my head away from the kiss. Moaning into his mouth as I came made me think of JJ. I don't know if I stopped doing that out of guilt, respect or what.  And respect for whom? JJ? or Seattle Guy? But as soon as I started kissing and sucking on his neck, still cuming hard, I was back in the present moment with this amazing man.

After I came, we chatted some more. I really enjoyed his company. Being with him was comfortable - like wearing a favorite pair of jeans and a t-shirt.  Very Seattle, huh?

We went from chatting to kissing and back. Before I knew it, he was hard again. I smiled.

"That's one of the advantages of youth," I said.

He turned me around and bent me over the bench again. His cock slid into my ass again (I was mentally prepared this time).

He started to pull back, saying, "I'm sorry...."

But I responded quickly, "That's ok.  You can fuck my ass."

He started slowly, but soon he was thrusting inside me as deeply as he could, and harder and harder. I relaxed into it, pushing back against him, enjoying every thrust, wishing the evening could last longer.

After he finished with me that time, we checked the time.  It was after 1:00 a.m. I had to get back to the hotel. I knew Hubby would be waiting up, and he would not be very happy that I had stayed out so late.

We went back to the car and started the trek to my hotel. As we were driving, Seattle guy said, I want you cum again for me."

I said, "Now????"

"Yes. Now," he answered.

I looked around and the other cars. There were cars everywhere.  Only in a place like this would half the city be out at 1:00 a.m. I took a deep breath and reached a hand unto my pants and spread my legs open a bit, and I started touching myself.  Then I pulled out one of my breasts so I could pinch the nipple while I played. That would make me cum faster, and I wanted this to be as fast as possible. Jeez, my pussy was wet.

I turned and looked at him as he was driving, still playing with myself, feeling like I really wanted to please him. If this is what he wanted, ok. Every now and then, I'd look over out my window at the other cars passing by, hoping against hope that no one would notice. I wondered if he was hoping that someone would notice.

Soon I was shaking, needing to cum. I asked his permission, he granted it and I let go.  I closed my eyes and put my head back against the headrest, not caring at that moment if the whole city of Seattle knew what was going on.

When I came down, I looked over and saw him smiling at me. I blushed.  Yes, blushed.

He parked across the street from my hotel and we talked for awhile before he gave me one more deep kiss and I got out of the car.

I walked into the hotel a little sad that we were leaving Seattle the next day. I wondered if I would ever see him again. I wondered if I'd ever hear from him again.

Yes, I've heard from him. And I know he's reading this. He was a PWK reader before we met.  In fact, that's how we met.

So, Seattle Guy, you're amazing. Thank you for the very unique view of your city you gave me.  Oh yeah, thanks for the other things you gave me, too. ;-)

Date with Seattle Guy (Part 1)

As most of you know, I don't "date." I play. I fuck. I prowl. I do lots of things, but "date" isn't one of them. However, my experience with Seattle Guy felt like a date in many ways so that's how I characterize it.

Getting away from Hubby and the rest of the family to see him seemed like an impossibility at first, but then I got lucky, so to speak. ;-) It turns out that my brother was scheduled to perform at a local club the night before we were to leave town. If I played it right, I could get out without Hubby, see my brother play, and meet Seattle Guy. It was one of those situations where a hundred things could go wrong, and even though I really wanted to meet Seattle Guy, I knew that if things didn't align for me, at least I'd get out for a bit and see my brother play.

I went to the club with my oldest son and cousin. My son couldn't get in (under 21) so he took off and went exploring the local area. I went in and sat with my cousin, texting Seattle Guy that I was there. I was a little later than I had hoped to be, but he was running behind, too, so it was ok. I relaxed and enjoyed the band that was playing at the time as I waited for my brother's group to come on. Oddly, I wasn't nervous. Yet.

Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned, and there he was. My heart stopped. It's interesting what you notice first about a person when you see them for the first time. For Seattle Guy it was his eyes. Piercing, expressive, deep. His face can be expressionless, but his eyes give him away.  It's all there. I learned later that that's not always the case, but that was my first impression.  He smiled briefly, but it evaporated as quickly as it came. 

I was all smiles. I threw my arms around him to give him a hug. My heart stopped again when I felt my breasts press against his chest. I also felt something stirring further south, if you know what I mean. I stepped back and introduced him to my cousin as a friend. Then I sat back down until the band finished their set. Seattle Guy stood behind me.  He wasn't touching me at all, but his presence was palpable. I could feel him there as surely as if he had his hands on my shoulders.

When the first band finished and the next one was setting up, I suggested we go outside where we could talk. As we walked out I noticed my brother talking to someone and my sister-in-law at the bar. Geez, I had family all over the place, and here I was walking out of the place with someone they had never seen before. I wondered if I should start working on a story in case anyone told Hubby what they saw, but soon we were outside and I was sitting with Seattle Guy and there was only one thing I could think about.

I'm normally a very articular person, rarely at a loss for words, but I was a mess. I wasn't as nervous as I had been when I first saw him, but I couldn't put two sentences together. I thought, It's a good thing I wasn't like this in email, chat, and over the phone or he wouldn't be here. I was afraid that he would interpret my silence and my verbal fumbling as a lack of interest, which definitely was not the case.  I was interested.  I was very interested.

To be honest, I can't remember most of what we talked about outside the club. I do remember taking the opportunity to really look at him for the first time. In the light of the patio, his eyes were even more amazing. He was of average height - not really tall, but not short. Short, dark hair. Stylish light stubble on his face. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, typical Seattle fare. You wouldn't notice him in a crowd.  He would melt right in, but like a flowering plant in a field or overgrown garden, if you did pick him out and took a close look, you'd notice how absolutely beautiful he was. I wondered how many people had noticed this. He was handsome, unique, and very smart, but something seemed sad, almost lost, about him.

I was brought back into the conversation when I heard him giving me the chance to back out right then, no questions asked. I responded that I didn't want to back out.  Why would I?  Ok, I'll be honest, I wasn't quite sure what I said I didn't want to back out of. I wondered briefly if I should be more nervous than I was.  I knew I was going to leave here with him.  Maybe I shouldn't. What if he was an ax murderer and he was giving me one final warning? I brushed that thought off quickly. I mean, seriously.  What are the odds?

Before we went back in, he asked if he could have a little kiss. I agreed, knowing that it wasn't very smart out there in the open. He kissed me gently. It was electric. I was thinking, How many songs do we have to listen to before it's polite to leave?

We went back in to hear my brother's band play. Seattle Guy stood behind me again, and this time I was fidgety and....uh....damp. What's with all those musical interludes that stretched the songs out longer and longer? Sheesh.  Finally, after we listened to a few songs and I knew my brother had seen me there, I stood up and we left.

We slowly walked a couple of blocks to his car, talking along the way. He seemed to relax a lot as we walked. I was glad for that. I knew from our conversations before then that he was dominant, but I hadn't seen that yet. Would I get to see it?

When we got to his car, he opened the door for me and I got in.  Before he closed the door, he leaned over and kissed me.  This was no light, sweet kiss like we'd shared in front of the club.  This was a hot, deep, forceful kiss. He touched my breast as he kissed me, squeezing my nipple firmly through my blouse and bra. I moaned and arched my back, pressing against his hand. He pulled his hand away then and slid it down, slipping into my pants and panties. He found my clit immediately and started rubbing it. My wetness made it easy for him.  We weren't kissing anymore. I was just staring into his eyes, feeling the pleasure build.  Those eyes!

"You're going to cum for me," he whispered, more like a command than a statement. I nodded and simply said, "Yes." I kept my arms down at my side. It felt instinctive, like it was what I was supposed to do.

Every now and then, he looked away from my face and watched me rock my hips, grinding against his hand. Even though I was fully clothed, I felt completely exposed to him. He seemed almost businesslike, impassive - and I was just about overflowing with passion and pleasure. The dichotomy was striking. I asked him for permission to cum, and he consented after making me wait what seemed like forever. I cried out as I came and I felt more than a sexual release. I felt my body releasing the nervousness, the anxiety about meeting him, and, most importantly, any need to control anything.

Before he backed up and closed the door, his lips brushed against my ear and he whispered, "That's a good slut."

My breath caught in my throat. He closed the door before I could say anything and I was shaking as I tried to fasten the seat belt. He got into the driver's side and I still hadn't succeeded with the damn seat belt! I really didn't want him to see me like this.

I was telling myself to pull it together when I noticed that he was unfastening his pants.  His hard cock was freed easily. Mmmm.....beautiful. I hadn't even asked about his cock (that just feels rude, doesn't it?) and he hadn't offered any information, so I knew there was a chance that he might be itty-bitty, but...uh...no. I was pleasantly surprised that he was...... more than a mouthful. No, I'm not going to share his measurements, but I will say that just about any woman would be impressed.

I looked up at him and he was just looking at me. I smiled. Good thing I didn't have my seat belt on because that made it easier to lean over and take his gorgeous thick cock into my mouth. Those of you who have ever sucked a cock in a small car know that it's not as easy as it looks. The angle is nearly impossible and the darned steering wheel is usually in the way to some degree. Still, I took the opportunity to enjoy him a little and learn about him.

After a little while I stopped and looked at him.  Did he really want to cum like this? As if he could hear my thoughts, he tucked his cock away again, put on his seat belt, started the car, and said, "I think I know just the place we can go."

To be continued....

(Don't worry, Prowlers, you won't have to wait long. Part 2 will go live at 4:00 pm Pacific time today.)

Seattle Guy

A very interesting thing happened shortly after I posted Water, Water Everywhere..., the post about all the hot men I was seeing around town in Seattle. I received an email from a PWK reader who lives in Seattle. I'll call him Seattle Guy.  Yes, I know my creativity is impressive, isn't it?

The email read:

Kat: 
I very much enjoyed reading your short little tale about the beautiful men of Seattle.  What can I say, there are a number of us here and I know I do not count myself among the most beautiful.  I just wanted to drop you a quick note saying how much I enjoy your writing and to enjoy my wonderful city.  As much as I would love to be part of your candy tasting adventure (if it were to happen) I know it is unlikely.  Did I read a post in the past that said something about staying away from readers?  Regardless, I am sure you and the family have many adventures planned throughout this city for your time here but if you need any advice about things to do or places to go please ask.  I would be honored to provide my opinion.  Once again, thank you for your writing, it is incredibly enjoyable.
Seattle Guy

Sweet, no?

So I wrote back.


Hi Seattle Guy- 
What a nice message! Are you really in Seattle? Right now, I'm having dinner at Toulouse Petit Kitchen and Lounge. Do you know it? I love to sample the local flavor. ;-) Can't write now, but I'll definitely write more later. Tell me about yourself.>And thank you for the kind words about the blog. What do you like best?
Kat 

We exchanged a few more emails. Then we moved to text and chatted some more. We learned we have quite a bit in common, professionally speaking.  We also learned we have quite a bit in common when it comes to naughty preferences, or as he would say, "inappropriate" activities. He's bright, witty, engaging - thoroughly enjoyable to chat with. I found him on Facebook and saw some photos. Definitely fuckable. Handsome, with an intense look in his eyes in every photo.

I learned quite a few things about him, most of which I won't share here, but there are some things I learned that are definitely relevant to this story.

He's single. (As you know, I don't do single guys.  Well, with the exception of Single Guy. Every rule needs an exception, but if there's more than one exception, it's really not a rule, is it? And "no single guys" is a definite rule.)

He's 31 - young. (As you know, I avoid young guys.  Well, with the exception of Young One. It's not really a rule, but I generally prefer older men.  They are more dominant and more likely to know their way around a woman's body. Also, since I have a son in his early 20's, being with anyone who could be in my son's peer group just feels, well, creepy.)

So, my rules and preferences would say that Seattle Guy would be off limits. Definitely off limits.

And come on, he was some random guy who reads the blog who sent me an email.Do you know how many emails I get? There's no way I could fuck them all.  To be honest, I wouldn't want to even try. I have some definite standards. Only the best for a discerning Kat.

 Add to that the fact that I was on vacation with my family. Hubby's leash on me was tighter and shorter than ever. I had been alone without the family only once on the whole trip, and that was when I was in the room working and Hubby kept calling to make sure I was still there and alone. And in Seattle, my extended family had joined us for a family reunion, so if Hubby wasn't with me, someone was.

All this meant that the odds that I'd be able to get away to meet Seattle Guy, even for a brief and very platonic "hello," would be extremely slim.

But I'm Kat.  I'm creative and resourceful.  And I was interested in Seattle Guy.  I still can't explain it, but I felt a connection soon after we started chatting. I liked him.

 Oh yeah. And I was horny.

 But there were those rules.....and the Houdini-style jailbreak I would have to pull off to meet him.

So, Prowlers, before I finish the story about Seattle Guy, I want to hear from you.  What do you think happened?

Did I manage to meet Seattle Guy? And if you think I met him, do you think it was a friendly meeting over coffee or something more? And if you think it was something more, was it a quick "stolen kiss and heavy petting" session or a "hot and wet fuck and suck" session?

 Maybe there will be a prize for the first person (or two or three) to guess correctly. ;-)