Sunday Slacking

I'm not really slacking today.  I'm actually working, which means that my time for PWK is very limited today, so I've decided to direct you to some of my favorite posts from this week written by other bloggers.  And I'll wrap it up with a few of the most popular PWK posts that you may have missed, especially if you're new here.

Here are some posts not to be missed:

Bloggers at the Table: Responsible Promiscuity - This post by Topaz at Gemology is a nice piece about serial prowlers, and it includes  the best line I've read in the sex blogosphere this week: "Men tend to forgive bloody homicide if a girl can fuck right."  Priceless!

Don't Fence Me In - This post by Ms. Inconspicuous, author of The Anatomies of a Marriage, is simply beautiful, as are most of her writings.
Charlotte #9. Tuesday. In the Park. Not the 4th of July. - I'm only listing post #9 about Charlotte here, but you really need to read all of the Charlotte series, written by SomewhereMan on My One Wild Year. This guy really knows how to tell a story, and his account of his adventures with Charlotte is intriguing.  Also, I happen to have some inside information that there is a shocking surprise coming this week that you won't want to miss - and it will be more fun for you if you catch up on the Charlotte series first.  Trust me on this.

HNT - Being Manly - You really didn't think I could put together a list of my favorite posts from the week without including Adam's most recent HNT from The Mind of a Married Man, did you?  If you did, you don't know me very well yet. While you're at it, check out his profile pic, too.  My, it's getting warm in here, isn't it?

Because many of you are new to PWK and you probably haven't yet had the time to read back through all the previous posts, I've picked out a few of my sexy favorites for you to hold you over until I write about my next naughty encounter. These also introduce you to a few of my favorite prowling buddies.

The Best Sex of My Life

The Contender

Surrendering to M (Part 1) and Surrendering to M (Part 2)

Whatever He Wants (Part 1)

Raunchy Hotel Sex 

Young One on Fire - A Naughty Adventure with a Fireman

Ok, Prowlers, that should be more than enough to keep you busy and...uh....satisfied while I get back to work this afternoon.

Enjoy!

What Happened to the Contender?

You might remember P from several of the hotter posts I've written (The Contender, All Filled Up, and Like Cool Water in a Desert). We shared some amazing sex for a couple of months.  In fact, there was even some talk that he might take the title of The Best Sex of My Life away from J (Don't worry, J, he didn't...but JJ is definitely in the running).

Not only was the sex amazing, but I really liked him.  He was funny, interesting,communicative, extremely bright, and very sweet.  He called me just about every morning to say hello and check in for the day. He was great.

So, what happened to him?

The last time I was with him, the sex was awesome, as always.  The last time I spoke with him, we were making plans for another hook-up the following week after he got back from a business trip. The last time we chatted online, it was light and fun, and he ended the conversation with, "Can't wait to see you again...soon."

So, what happened?

I have no idea.  He simply disappeared. One of my friends calls it "radio silence" when someone just stops communicating completely. After that last chat session online, there were no more phone calls, emails, chat sessions, voice mails, or text messages. My calls, emails, voice mails, and text messages went un-returned. Even the mischief phone that he got just for me hasn't been answered again.

Of course, I didn't keep attempting communication for very long (I'm no stalker), but I'm still puzzled to this day. What the heck happened to him?  For a few weeks, I scanned local newspapers, hoping I wouldn't find anything (like an obituary, God forbid).  Nothing.

Months later, when I'm chatting with Cara and I write, "Guess what?," she still replies, "You heard from P!!!?" My answer is always the same - "No. Nothing."

I don't know if I will ever hear from him again.

Maybe his wife caught him and he's under lock and key.  Maybe a tragedy struck his family. Maybe he just woke up one day and was tired of me.  Maybe he became seriously ill or was in a car accident. I will probably never know.

It's rare that someone vanishes into thin air like that when everything is gong well in our prowling relationship. Usually, there is some sign that something is wrong, or if wifey starts suspecting something, I'll at least get a cryptic message saying something like, "Wife knows something.  Can't talk anymore." Heck, I'd even be good with "I'm ok, but leave me alone" just so I would know he's not dead.

But sometimes all we get is the silence, and we have to learn to live with it.  Oh, I could go to his place of business or try some more intrusive measures to try to find him and learn what happened, but I consider that to be crossing the line.  I ask myself how far I would want a fuck buddy to go to contact me if I stopped communicating and I apply that limit to myself.

Don't get me wrong.  I'm not sitting around pining for P, devastated that he's gone.  Sure, I miss him, but from day one I knew it would end at some point, and I'm 100% happy with the honey in my life right now. Still, I enjoy the fun memories, and every now and then I'll write up some of them to share with you.

13 Reasons Why J Was the Best Ever

There are several reasons why J was the best ever for me (so far). You'll notice that I don't mention the size of his cock (although it is quite lovely) or his good looks (even though he is quite handsome). The lesson for you male prowlers out there is that good sex is about so much more than that.

Here are the 13 reasons why J was the best ever:

1. Confidence - J knows who is is and what he wants.  That is seriously sexy and very, very hot. 
2. Amazing kisser - Don't underestimate this. If you have ever just been lost in a kiss you know exactly what I mean.
3. Excellent listener - He really paid attention to the things I said when we chatted prior to our first meeting.  Then, in between meetings, he asked questions about what I liked and what I would want to change. Most importantly, when we were together, it was obvious that he was paying attention.
4. Generous - I'm using the word generous here as the opposite of "selfish."  J clearly understands something that a lot of men miss - If the woman you are with is sexually satisfied, not only will you get what you want, but it will be much better for you than if she didn't.  A pleased woman is eager to please.  Simple, isn't it?
5. Not Hung Up on Appearances - I'm not a totally unattractive Kat, but I'm not a Barbie cutie either. However, you would never know it by J's behavior.
6. Enthusiastic - Nervous or not, J got into it.  That is very, very hot. Many of us prowlers have been with folks who put up with sex like it is a boring obligation (maybe you're married to someone like that?). Being with someone who actually likes it and is not afraid to show it is very refreshing.
7. Fun - This goes along with enthusiasm.  J understands that sex is supposed to be fun.  It's not supposed to be a job or an obligation.  It's about pleasure.  That attitude comes through as energy, enthusiasm, and generosity.
8. Energetic - You probably gathered from my brief abridged retelling of our story that J has amazing stamina.  Wow! Yes, it matters. If you only have 2-3 hours together, you want to make it count.
9. Not Too Much Talk During the Act - Some talking (especially dirty talk and direction) can be fun, but too much is just distracting. J's quietness (almost shyness) can be unsettling, but it also lends some mystery to him.  No, I don't need or want to know everything he's thinking.  And for goodness sake, Ladies, don't keep asking what he's thinking.  Do you really need to know?  Just enjoy the moment.
10. Knowledgeable - Good sex does involve some specific skills.  It can be fun to discover and develop them together. It's also fun when both people walk into the room already having them. J is fantastic at giving oral and stepping up for some less usual, too.
11. Experimental - J is totally willing to try new things.  His default reaction to something new is, "Sure."  Not all men are like that. Just give something new a try.   If you don't like it, you don't have to do it again, but maybe you'll love it.
12. Appreciative - Every time we met, J seemed genuinely appreciative (like I was) that we had a chance to be together.
13. Focused - While he was with me, J was with me. He was 100% focused.  Now, as married people with families, we sometimes have to take a phone call from the spouse or kids, but that aside, when J and I were together, it was just us. That makes all the difference.

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The Best Sex of My Life

I met J on the Ashley Madison website several months ago. I liked him immediately. Sometimes it takes a while to feel comfortable with someone online, but I was at ease with him right away. I don't know exactly what is was that made me feel so comfortable with him, but he had a sense of normalcy about him. He wrote plainly (and he spoke directly when we finally chatted by phone). He was happily married, and looking for some passion and sexual excitement, just as I was.

There was also a bit of mystery about him, but it didn't feel like he was intentionally hiding or withholding anything. English was not his first language, so he spoke with an accent, which always lends a sense of the exotic.  He had all the characteristics that immediately catch my attention- he was very bright (I love smart men!), polite, committed to his family, adventurous, confident yet humble, and very normal.

We agreed to meet half way between his home and mine. We live about 90 miles apart, so splitting the drive for that first meeting seemed to make sense. I picked the hotel and got there first. I was waiting for him in the room when he arrived.

I was more nervous than I expected when I heard his knock on the door.  We had shared pictures, of course, but that doesn't really help with that first face-to-face moment because it's rare that anyone looks exactly like a photograph, even if it was taken very recently. As I opened the door and saw J for the first time, I was very pleasantly surprised. His pictures didn't do him justice at all!

J was most definitely a handsome man. He stood confidently at 5'9" or 5"10 and he smiled almost shyly - and briefly - as our eyes met. His retro-style glasses hid his gentle eyes at first, but they beamed later when he removed the glasses. Light, very closely shaved hair hid what was thinning and called attention to his strong jaw and expressive forehead. He was 43, but he looked both younger than that and older than that, and I remember thinking how unusual that was, almost as if he were ageless. I couldn't tell much about his body at first sight because it was hidden under jeans and a jacket, but I knew he was athletic. I also knew immediately that I wanted to get him out of those clothes soon.

He stepped into the room quickly, dropped the bag he was carrying as the door closed behind him, and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to him and kissing me. There was nothing tentative or hesitant about that kiss. It was both gentle and urgent.  His hands began undressing me as we kissed, but I barely noticed because I was so focused on his mouth and his tongue. He was an amazing kisser- something I had not expected for some reason.

Soon, we were on the bed and his hand was between my legs. By then, I was quite wet and tilting my hips upward, reaching for his hand, as he slowly slid his fingers inside me. I heard him moan lightly into my mouth (he hadn't stopped kissing me, which was hot; I have come to believe that that man could do just about anything while kissing) and it took him only a few seconds to find my clit and begin circling it and flicking it with his finger perfectly. It didn't take long for me to cum that first time. I felt him smile ever so slightly as I was moaning, almost screaming, into his mouth and writhing with pleasure at his touch.

Then he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom (the first of several; when did he put them there?). He kneeled between my legs, pushed my legs wide open and back by my shoulders, and he entered me forcefully, roughly, deeply.

The next 30 minutes were a blur of pleasure. It was almost as if he were a boy in an amusement park who couldn't decide which ride to enjoy next. He'd fuck me in one position until I came and then he'd roll me over and try something new, sensitive to exactly what was going on with me, but taking what he wanted anyway. At one point, after I had cum for the third time, I remember thinking, "How much longer can he do this?" That's about when he put me on my hands and knees again, knelt behind me, and pressed his cock into my ass. I squealed, and he responded my reaching up and pressing my head down into the pillow as he continued penetrating me slowly but forcefully. He moved slowly until my squeals turned into submissive moans, and then he grabbed both of my hips firmly and fucked me hard and deeply. Never before had I been fucked so hard that felt the vibration in my throat; it was a new and very raw experience for me.

He came without making much sound at all, but he reached up and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me back onto him. After, he collapsed on the bed next to me and just laid there in silence while we recovered. I caught my breath and watched him closely as he laid there with his eyes closed, noticing again what a handsome man he was.

A few minutes later we chatted a bit, making small talk. He started tracing his fingers on my chest as we talked, and it was only a matter of  minutes before I felt desire rising again.

I started kissing my way down his chest while he talked. By the time I reached my destination, he wasn't talking anymore and he was hard again. I took his cock into my mouth gently and sucked it deeply for just a few strokes. Then I stopped and licked down a ways, sucking on his balls a moment, then licking some more. As I licked I grabbed his calves and bent his knees, giving me better access to lick around his asshole slowly, circling it slowly and then sliding my tongue in and out while I held his cock, stroking it firmly. When I felt him shaking, I knew it was time to take his cock into my mouth again, sucking it all the way back into my throat on each stroke. In no time, his hands were on my head pushing me down while his hips were thrusting upward,  and he was moaning and begging me not to stop. He came deep in my throat so much it was difficult for me to suckle and swallow it all fast enough, but I managed.

This time as we rested, he was the one catching his breath. Silence for a while. Then more small talk. Then he was ready to go again...and again. The detail of the rest of our session is just for the two of us, although I have no doubt that I'll share in another post about how he fisted me so perfectly that I was begging for more.

I lost count after my 5th orgasm (Seriously, after that many, does the count really matter? I don't think so) and I counted three for him by time we both had to go, almost three hours from that first knock on the hotel room door.  My knees were weak as we were getting dressed after. I smiled when he asked, "Well, should we try this again?" What came out of my mouth was something appropriately demur like, "That would be nice. I would like that very much." On the inside, though, I was shouting, "Hell yes we'd better do this again!"

He kissed me some more before we left the room. Then we walked down the hall together and out to the parking lot. He kissed me sweetly again before we got into our cars and he left with a casual, "See you later," and a flash of one of his rare but gorgeous smiles.

I got into my car gingerly, very pleasantly sore from the activity of the last few hours. It was, without a doubt, the best sexual experience of my life. It was surpassed, though, by my next meeting with him....and the next...and the next.

Just in case you couldn't figure it out, I'll explain in my next post why sex with J was the best I've ever had. Why do you think it was?