(This is a continuation of Freshly Fucked and Fisted. If you haven't read that post yet, that's the place to start.)
After a few minutes, JJ said, "Roll over." As I did, I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the lube and handed it to him, just in case, even though there were plenty of sexual juices flowing all over the place down there, both his and mine.
He pressed his cock into my ass and stopped, waiting for me to push back against him, our signal that I was ok and I was ready for him to do whatever he wanted. He took a few slow strokes and then he stopped halfway. I looked back and saw that he had grabbed the phone again and he was snapping another picture. Then another. I suggested that he just take a video, but he made some comment about the lighting not working well for a video.
I started making a snide comment about the the shortcomings of the iPhone camera compared to the camera on my Android phone, but before I could finish, he slammed his cock into me and started pounding me hard. I grabbed onto the edge of the bed with one hand and supported myself by pushing against the headboard with the other. It took nearly all my strength to keep myself from being shoved into the wall in front of us.
Without warning, he slapped my ass - HARD. I squealed and winced, which is exactly what he wanted because when I winced, I tightened around him even more. Just as the sting was beginning to subside, he slapped me again, this time on the other side. I winced and squealed again and held on tighter.
Time for a little encouragement.
"That's it, Baby, fuck my ass harder, " I said breathlessly. "Fuck me hard, like you want to. Fuck your whore."
That did it. The pounding slowed and he pulled me back onto him for a few more deep, slow thrusts. I heard him groan. I took a deep breath and smiled. I don't think I'll ever get over how good it feels when he fucks my ass.
He pulled out and fell next to me again. He reached for the camera and showed me the photos he took. My, my, my! So that's what it looks like from his angle when his cock is in my ass. No wonder he likes it so much. Then I was a little bit jealous because I just get to feel it, but he gets to feel it and see it. Oh well, that's life, I suppose.
We chatted some more and watched the clock so we didn't stay beyond the time when I'd have to leave so I could get back to work as expected. We kissed. We laughed. As the minutes clicked by I felt that old feeling of sadness I always get when our time is just about up. It would be a couple of weeks before I could see him again, maybe more.
We got up, cleaned up, got dressed and left together. I dropped the room key on the front desk as I said goodbye to Strange Hotel Guy who also said goodbye as he flashed that creepy "I know what you've been doing" smile of his. The joke's on him, though, because I really don't care that he knows.
JJ kissed me goodbye in the parking lot before we both got into our cars and headed in opposite directions.
It was a few minutes later, as I was driving, that I got the text from Seattle Guy asking, "How was your early afternoon?"
You know how I answered.
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Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Freshly Fucked and Fisted
"I'm great! Fantastic. Freshly fucked and fisted." That was my reply to Seattle Guy when he asked, via text, how I was after my time with JJ.
I got to the hotel first and acquired the room with Strange Hotel Guy's wife and paying with the $100 bill I weaseled our of Hubby the night before.
When I got to the room, I was glad I got there a little earlier than JJ because it gave me time to clean up a bit and relax. I had just come from a pretty intense work meeting and I needed a few minutes to unwind. I took off my panties and starting playing with my clit, not in a focused way, but almost absentmindedly, as if to make sure my body was fully alert and ready for his arrival.
I got a text saying he was close. Then another saying he was just stopped and got a speeding ticket. Ugghh! My first thought was about how he could explain to his wife how he got a speeding ticket nowhere near where he was supposed to be today. This is one of those "cheater's nightmares," right up there with being seen with your lover by one of your spouse's friends at a restaurant. Someone in my town was having lunch with his mistress at a local restaurant and his photo appeared on the front page of the local paper. No, he wasn't the subject of the photo; the restaurant owner was. But it didn't matter because the whole town saw him in the background of the picture kissing a woman who was not his wife. Ouch.
My mom used to say, "Never do anything that you wouldn't want to be posted on the front page of the paper." Generally speaking, that's very good advice. I'm sure that guy wished he had taken it. As for me, it makes me giggle to think of seeing a picture of myself giving someone head or a picture of me being fucked from behind on the front page of the paper....until I think of how it would hurt my family. Then it's not so funny anymore.
But I digress.....again....
Of course, by the time JJ showed up, he already had a plan for what he would tell his wife and it was a perfectly plausible explanation. He's a smart man. And you know how I love smart men.
JJ climbed into bed and kissed me, and the next thing I knew he was fucking me from behind, nice and hard like he does. I know there was some kissing and petting before that, but I had been waiting a long time and I was ready. Very ready. Sex at home had started becoming less frequent (again) so I had a pretty pointed physical urge burning along with the emotional one making me want to connect with JJ again. Feeling him inside me again felt like water quenching a hot, dry thirst. The way my body responded to him is indescribable.
For some reason, this reminded me of the movie Sommersby. In the movie, Richard Gere's character is being tried for murder and Jodie Foster's character is trying to convince the judge that he is not really her husband and, therefore, not the person who committed the murder for which he was on trial. One of the things she says is, "A woman knows her own husband," referring to how a woman gets to know her own husband in the personal and private way and how she would know if another man in her bed was not her husband.
I agree completely. I've been with a few men in my life (ok, ok, stop laughing guys....I use the word "few" very liberally) and I can tell you in absolute certainty that each and every one is different. Even if a guy were trying to mimic another man in bed, I don't think it can be done, at least not if the woman is paying any attention at all.
So, yes, JJ is unique, but he's not just different. He's amazing. Maybe it's the way we fit together. Maybe it's the emotion that makes it all better. Maybe it's a year and a half of getting to know each other very well.
Back to the story....
I loved the way he pulled me back onto him as he came, digging his fingers into my hips. After, he collapsed next to me and he just lay there talking. I noticed that he had pulled off his shirt and was now naked. My dress was hiked up around my waist. Sometimes, taking off clothes just slows things down too much. Don't you agree?
JJ and didn't talk much between our "meetings" so this was the time to catch up with what was going on with each of us and our families.
Eventually, his hand wandered down between my legs and starting rubbing me. I was distracted. I couldn't speak anymore. Neither of us was rushed anymore. His hand moved slowly, deliberately. We kissed deeply as he slid a finger inside me, then another. Then I got too distracted to kiss, too. I was completely focused on the sensations "down there."
He shifted a bit in the bed and continued to work me with his fingers and his hand for I don't know how long. From my end, it felt like slow, steady waves of pleasure - not like the hard, jolting orgasm that I'd just had a little while before. This was that kind of orgasm where it started, and then the pleasure kept building and building, but not going over the edge. I was stretched and stroked and teased. I started to wonder if this was the longest orgasm I'd ever had, but he kept pulling my focus back to him and the pleasure that he was both giving and forcing on me. It was one of those moments where I would have done just about anything he wanted. It's hard to describe to someone who has never experienced being so physically and mentally possessed by someone. And if you have experienced it, you know it can't be adequately described.
As I write this, I remember someone asking me why I was still with JJ when he doesn't communicate as much in between meetings as I'd like. I didn't have a great answer. Intellectually, I had asked myself the same question more than a few times. But this moment is why. Well, it's one of the reasons. There are plenty of men I could fuck, but I couldn't replace that moment, that feeling, that emotion. I couldn't replace him. And so far in my life, no one else has been able to give me an experience like this one.
Anyway....back to the story...again....
When my orgasm finally flowed over the edge and shook the last bit of energy out of me, I reached down and felt for him. Just as I expected, his whole fist was inside me and I was holding his wrist. I smiled.
He asked, "Do you wanna see?"
"Yes!" I answered. The last time we were together, I asked him to take some photos of me from behind as I was on all fours. I had never seen my pussy from that angle and I wanted to see what he saw. It was kind of fun.
He reached over and grabbed his phone so he could take a picture, which he did expertly with only one hand. He didn't have to tell me not to move because it's not easy to move when a man like JJ with big hands has his fist up inside you. He showed me the picture. I loved it!
I lay back and he s-l-o-w-l-y pulled his hand out. It seemed to take a long time. I held my breath. It's official. The "coming out" phase of fisting is not nearly as much fun as the "going in" phase. It's not bad, mind you, but it just feels weird. Let me put it this way - if a woman feels a big lumpy thing coming out of that space, it's supposed to be an infant and thinking of babies and fisting pleasure at the same time is just...wrong. It's conflicting. I hate the thoughts. Something had better distract me quickly....
Then he slid a finger down and around my asshole....then inside (perfect distraction, thank god). I could tell he was gently stretching me, preparing me for his favorite thing to do in bed.
To be continued.....
Friday, August 10, 2012
Kinky Sex - August Sex Blog Chain
Ooohhh, goodie goodie! I've been waiting for this month's Chain post for a couple of months. Who doesn't like Kinky Sex?
For those of you who are new or who don't know how this works, several bloggers have submitted links to posts that address this month's topic. It's a virtual cornucopia of kinky sex. As you visit each blog to enjoy the naughtiness, please take some time to look around and read more. If you don't already follow some of these blogs, this would be a good time to start. Then you can enjoy their kinkiness all month long!
Let's start with Ponyboy, author of Marriage in the Bedroom. He swears that his nickname has nothing to with the pleasure of riding him, although I'm sure his wife might disagree (if she knew anything about his blog). His contribution this month is Pushing Boundaries which explains his thoughts about pushing the sexual boundaries within a marriage. Ponyboy has increasingly become my conscience, so now people can quit saying that I don't have one.
Ryan Beaumont is author of The Ashley Madison Adventures of a Regular Guy Gone Bad. He apparently couldn't think of a short, smart, pithy title for his blog, so we are forced to remember the long version. His contribution is Paradise By the Dashboard Light, which might give you some idea of where the sexiness takes place. But there's more....The first story is followed by another - Mama Told Me Not to Come (they are in the same post; the same link will take you to both). Ryan has a great sense of humor and I guarantee you'll smile as you read. (Note to Ryan: Smart prowling men try to avoid the adjective "little" when referring to themselves in a sentence referencing sex. "Little Ryan?" Really? No worries. You had me at "Hot as Kat on a Hot Giants Chippendale Show.")
Max, author of Thoughts from a Mystic Satyr, offers us Third Orgasm as his kinky contribution. It is an account of an experience he had at a sex club party. Gentleman, you'll wish you were him. I certainly wished I was his partner.
Advizor, from Free Advice is Worth What You Pay for It, asks the age old question, "What is kinky?" and he kindly gives us a scale to finally find out in Kinky Sex - Give Me a Number!! Take a look. I've done 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, and 20. The only ones that look really kinky to me are 20 and 21. What about you?
Kitty is joining us again this month, too, from My Secret Life. In The Masterpiece and
The Masterpiece, Part 2, she masterfully draws us along a path from innocence to kink. I had to take a break at the double penetration part to...uh..."freshen up." Don't worry. I didn't spoil it for you. There are plenty of other surprises. This is a pleasurable "must read."
Gym Fun and her partner FBT are joining our Chain for the first time this month. Since it's their first time here, GF has shared a bit about them so we can get to know them better:
For those of you who are new or who don't know how this works, several bloggers have submitted links to posts that address this month's topic. It's a virtual cornucopia of kinky sex. As you visit each blog to enjoy the naughtiness, please take some time to look around and read more. If you don't already follow some of these blogs, this would be a good time to start. Then you can enjoy their kinkiness all month long!
Let's start with Ponyboy, author of Marriage in the Bedroom. He swears that his nickname has nothing to with the pleasure of riding him, although I'm sure his wife might disagree (if she knew anything about his blog). His contribution this month is Pushing Boundaries which explains his thoughts about pushing the sexual boundaries within a marriage. Ponyboy has increasingly become my conscience, so now people can quit saying that I don't have one.
Ryan Beaumont is author of The Ashley Madison Adventures of a Regular Guy Gone Bad. He apparently couldn't think of a short, smart, pithy title for his blog, so we are forced to remember the long version. His contribution is Paradise By the Dashboard Light, which might give you some idea of where the sexiness takes place. But there's more....The first story is followed by another - Mama Told Me Not to Come (they are in the same post; the same link will take you to both). Ryan has a great sense of humor and I guarantee you'll smile as you read. (Note to Ryan: Smart prowling men try to avoid the adjective "little" when referring to themselves in a sentence referencing sex. "Little Ryan?" Really? No worries. You had me at "Hot as Kat on a Hot Giants Chippendale Show.")
Max, author of Thoughts from a Mystic Satyr, offers us Third Orgasm as his kinky contribution. It is an account of an experience he had at a sex club party. Gentleman, you'll wish you were him. I certainly wished I was his partner.
Advizor, from Free Advice is Worth What You Pay for It, asks the age old question, "What is kinky?" and he kindly gives us a scale to finally find out in Kinky Sex - Give Me a Number!! Take a look. I've done 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, and 20. The only ones that look really kinky to me are 20 and 21. What about you?
Kitty is joining us again this month, too, from My Secret Life. In The Masterpiece and
The Masterpiece, Part 2, she masterfully draws us along a path from innocence to kink. I had to take a break at the double penetration part to...uh..."freshen up." Don't worry. I didn't spoil it for you. There are plenty of other surprises. This is a pleasurable "must read."
Gym Fun and her partner FBT are joining our Chain for the first time this month. Since it's their first time here, GF has shared a bit about them so we can get to know them better:
"FBT and GF are lovers. In real life we are soccer coaches, PTA members with careers, kids, pets, and of course spouses. We live over 2000 miles apart. We met on a business trip and now make time to meet all over North America for passionate, kinky, athletic, primal and creative sex. Our love is like nothing either of us has ever known. We have evolved from friends with benefits and solo prowlers into sexual soulmates who now prowl together. We have no secrets. We have no future and we have no past. We are in love. We enjoy each stolen moment we find together. We supplement and enhance one another's lives. We write about our encounters anonymously, and share other pictures and things that turn us on. We are Supplemental Toy."
Yes, their blog is called Supplemental Toy (just in case some of you didn't get that; you know who you are). The encounter they have shared with us is Slippery When Wet. It's a story in five parts (5 brief posts):
Strap-on, anyone? Same Sassy Girl, from the blog with the same name, shares Strap On Chat, a chat log of a kinky, hot cyber-encounter involving....you guessed it! The naughty photo with the post got my attention, too. Hey JJ, what do you think, Baby?
I'm also including Handcuffs, by G. G was gracious to share this beautiful piece with us as a guest post recently. If you missed it, you should definitely read it now. G has a way with words. Oh yeah....it's a really steamy and kinky encounter, too.
I thought long and hard about which contributions I would share. I decided on Double Fisting? Yowza! and Trifecta. These are both about one of my favorite afternoons with JJ.
That's it for this month, Prowlers. What do you think? Fisting, strap-ons, sex clubs, threesomes, cybersex, toys, tools, and sex in unusual places. Not bad for our first Kinky Sex round-up.
The Sex Blog Chain topic for next month is Back-to-School or the one that got away/old flame.
Please spread the word with any bloggers you know who might like to participate. This isn't a private club. The more the merrier! If we end up with too many entries for one post, we'll host two Chain posts in a month, so no one should shy away from joining us. The details about the Chain can be found on out Sex Blog Chain page. All someone needs to do to join is send me an email expressing interest and I'll add them to the reminder list that goes out each month. Then someone will remind me to send out the reminder (thanks, Sassy!) and we'll be good to go.
Past Chain posts:
June - The First (first sex or first extramarital encounter)
July - Outdoor Sex
Friday, June 29, 2012
Our Last Encounter, Part 1 - JJ's Perspective
JJ was planning to share about one of our naughty encounters while I was on vacation because he knew I wouldn't be able to post much. Unfortunately, he got busy and wasn't able to do it.....until today!
He wrote about the last time we were together.It was an encounter that I had not written about, a story yet to be told. As you would expect, JJ's is different than mine, which makes it a bit hotter, in my opinion.
Here's Our Last Encounter, Part 1, published on JJ Loves Kat!
JJ tells me that Part 2 will be published this weekend, so keep checking back.
I don't want to ruin the story, but I do want to say that all of you fisting lovers out there should definitely read this. JJ is a fisting master, if ever there was one.
If you're not into fisting, trust me, there is more - much, much more.
If you don't subscribe to JJ Loves Kat!, this would be a good time to take care of that, don't ya think?
Enjoy!
He wrote about the last time we were together.It was an encounter that I had not written about, a story yet to be told. As you would expect, JJ's is different than mine, which makes it a bit hotter, in my opinion.
Here's Our Last Encounter, Part 1, published on JJ Loves Kat!
JJ tells me that Part 2 will be published this weekend, so keep checking back.
I don't want to ruin the story, but I do want to say that all of you fisting lovers out there should definitely read this. JJ is a fisting master, if ever there was one.
If you're not into fisting, trust me, there is more - much, much more.
If you don't subscribe to JJ Loves Kat!, this would be a good time to take care of that, don't ya think?
Enjoy!
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Fisting. I Get It.
Yes, Prowlers. I get it. You like fisting, or at least you like reading about it.
I think you have alerted the people at Google and now someone there is asking, "Who is this Kat person? And why do people keep going to her looking for 'fisting' and 'fisting stories'?"
Seriously, I didn't know so many people were into or looking for fisting, but the stats don't lie.
Wait, I need to directly answer Mr. Google-man's question: Why? Because Prowlers are very, very naughty boys and girls who like to suck the marrow out of life (among other things) and reach for hitherto unknown heights of sexual pleasure.
Unfortunately, my friends, I haven't had a good fisting in a long time (months), so I can't yet provide you with any new stories. Before you get upset, please be aware that it's not my fault. My pussy has been open for business and available for fisting all along, but I can't help it if my honey hasn't chosen to go there. So, file your complaints elsewhere.
For now, here are links to my fisting posts in case you missed any of them.
Delicious Irony - A Naughty Fisting Story This is my favorite fisting story.
Gone Fisting ...... This is an informational post, but there is at least one video link, too.
Double Fisting? Yowza! This is my favorite fisting experience.
All Filled Up - A Naughty Story Re-reading this one inspired me to shoot of a text to P to see how he's doing.
There you go. Four fisting posts. Three fisting stories. Three unbelievably hot men and one horny Kat.
You like fisting. I get it.
Who doesn't?
I think you have alerted the people at Google and now someone there is asking, "Who is this Kat person? And why do people keep going to her looking for 'fisting' and 'fisting stories'?"
Seriously, I didn't know so many people were into or looking for fisting, but the stats don't lie.
Wait, I need to directly answer Mr. Google-man's question: Why? Because Prowlers are very, very naughty boys and girls who like to suck the marrow out of life (among other things) and reach for hitherto unknown heights of sexual pleasure.
Unfortunately, my friends, I haven't had a good fisting in a long time (months), so I can't yet provide you with any new stories. Before you get upset, please be aware that it's not my fault. My pussy has been open for business and available for fisting all along, but I can't help it if my honey hasn't chosen to go there. So, file your complaints elsewhere.
For now, here are links to my fisting posts in case you missed any of them.
Delicious Irony - A Naughty Fisting Story This is my favorite fisting story.
Gone Fisting ...... This is an informational post, but there is at least one video link, too.
Double Fisting? Yowza! This is my favorite fisting experience.
All Filled Up - A Naughty Story Re-reading this one inspired me to shoot of a text to P to see how he's doing.
There you go. Four fisting posts. Three fisting stories. Three unbelievably hot men and one horny Kat.
You like fisting. I get it.
Who doesn't?
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
It's About Time!
I wasn't planning to see JJ today, but as it happened, the schedule worked out and we decided we could squeeze in a quick, 90 minute visit.
We hadn't seen each other in about a month, and all I have to say about that is that a month is way too long. And I'm not talking about the sex part. I'm talking about seeing each other and talking in person, cuddling, kissing, holding hands. I think those were the things I was really craving today.
He left the door to the room ajar for me so I could walk right in, and he had the lights dimmed and the curtains drawn shut so I couldn't see him very well.
He got up and met me in the entryway. He slid his arms around me and kissed me as the door clicked shut behind me. At that moment, every problem I have went away and everything was right and good. I know it sounds pretty hokey to say that "all was right with the world," but that's how I feel when I'm with JJ. Everything is ok, and I'm safe.
We made our way over to the bed, kissing some more. Soon, he was rubbing me through my pants and I was grinding against his hand. It seemed like 30 seconds later that we were both taking off our pants and underwear.
He continued kissing me as he started touching my pussy and I began stroking his hard cock. It almost felt like he was exploring it, re-familiarizing himself with every groove and fold. Then he stopped exploring and started rubbing my clit. I gasped when he touched it. I knew that sensation, that movement, that rhythm, and I knew where it was going to take me. I held onto him, kissing him, moaning..... I came quickly, which didn't surprise me at all.
I thought he was going to fuck me next, but he didn't. He kept rubbing, exploring, spreading my juices around.
He slid a finger inside me, then another.....another.... I had my eyes closed and was just reveling in the sensations, unaware of what he had planned, until......
He started twisting his hand in a corkscrew movement and pushing further inside me. I smiled. I knew exactly what he was doing then. I tried to relax and not offer much resistance. A few times I had to ask him to slow down, and he did immediately, but he still kept pressing his hand inside me. At one point, he positioned himself between my legs so it would be easier, and he'd have a better view. That's what I thought that was about, anyway, but then I felt his tongue on my clit as he was fisting me. The intensity almost made me jump off the bed.
A few minutes later, he was rubbing my clit with his thumb and pumping with the rest of his hand. I was finally at that place he knows I love to be - that place where I'm not aware of my surroundings, all I feel is the pleasure. That place where the pleasure is almost forcing itself on me and control has been stripped from me. I came hard. I could feel my body gripping his fingers as the orgasm gripped me.
Before I came all the way down, he moved up between my legs. I lifted my legs in the air and he slid his hardness inside me. That's when I thought, "It's about time!!!" The rest was amazing, but I needed to feel him inside me again. I looked up at him, studying his face while he held onto my ankles and fucked me. I wondered if he could feel my pussy still throbbing, if he had any idea how good he was making me feel.
After he came, he rolled onto the bed next to me, and we spent the rest of our time together (about 45 minutes) talking, kissing, cuddling. He told me about his vacation. I caught him up on the situation with Hubby. We both agreed that a month was too long to go without seeing each other, but that we need to be extra-careful these days, which might mean seeing each other less than we would like for a while.
It seemed like 5 minutes later when we looked at the clock and saw that it was time to go.
As I was driving away, I felt sated. Even though the sex was more tame and abbreviated that what we usually have, the time with him (including the sex, the talking, the kissing) was exactly what I needed.
We hadn't seen each other in about a month, and all I have to say about that is that a month is way too long. And I'm not talking about the sex part. I'm talking about seeing each other and talking in person, cuddling, kissing, holding hands. I think those were the things I was really craving today.
He left the door to the room ajar for me so I could walk right in, and he had the lights dimmed and the curtains drawn shut so I couldn't see him very well.
He got up and met me in the entryway. He slid his arms around me and kissed me as the door clicked shut behind me. At that moment, every problem I have went away and everything was right and good. I know it sounds pretty hokey to say that "all was right with the world," but that's how I feel when I'm with JJ. Everything is ok, and I'm safe.
We made our way over to the bed, kissing some more. Soon, he was rubbing me through my pants and I was grinding against his hand. It seemed like 30 seconds later that we were both taking off our pants and underwear.
He continued kissing me as he started touching my pussy and I began stroking his hard cock. It almost felt like he was exploring it, re-familiarizing himself with every groove and fold. Then he stopped exploring and started rubbing my clit. I gasped when he touched it. I knew that sensation, that movement, that rhythm, and I knew where it was going to take me. I held onto him, kissing him, moaning..... I came quickly, which didn't surprise me at all.
I thought he was going to fuck me next, but he didn't. He kept rubbing, exploring, spreading my juices around.
He slid a finger inside me, then another.....another.... I had my eyes closed and was just reveling in the sensations, unaware of what he had planned, until......
He started twisting his hand in a corkscrew movement and pushing further inside me. I smiled. I knew exactly what he was doing then. I tried to relax and not offer much resistance. A few times I had to ask him to slow down, and he did immediately, but he still kept pressing his hand inside me. At one point, he positioned himself between my legs so it would be easier, and he'd have a better view. That's what I thought that was about, anyway, but then I felt his tongue on my clit as he was fisting me. The intensity almost made me jump off the bed.
A few minutes later, he was rubbing my clit with his thumb and pumping with the rest of his hand. I was finally at that place he knows I love to be - that place where I'm not aware of my surroundings, all I feel is the pleasure. That place where the pleasure is almost forcing itself on me and control has been stripped from me. I came hard. I could feel my body gripping his fingers as the orgasm gripped me.
Before I came all the way down, he moved up between my legs. I lifted my legs in the air and he slid his hardness inside me. That's when I thought, "It's about time!!!" The rest was amazing, but I needed to feel him inside me again. I looked up at him, studying his face while he held onto my ankles and fucked me. I wondered if he could feel my pussy still throbbing, if he had any idea how good he was making me feel.
After he came, he rolled onto the bed next to me, and we spent the rest of our time together (about 45 minutes) talking, kissing, cuddling. He told me about his vacation. I caught him up on the situation with Hubby. We both agreed that a month was too long to go without seeing each other, but that we need to be extra-careful these days, which might mean seeing each other less than we would like for a while.
It seemed like 5 minutes later when we looked at the clock and saw that it was time to go.
As I was driving away, I felt sated. Even though the sex was more tame and abbreviated that what we usually have, the time with him (including the sex, the talking, the kissing) was exactly what I needed.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
More Kat Keywords
Every now and then it's fun to stroll through Google Analytics and take note of some of the...uh....interesting keywords that some of y'all have used to find us here at PWK.
There are definitely some themes. Check out these keywords that appear in the top 20:
Fisting
Fisting story
Double fisting
Fisting stories
Double fist
Not much further down the list is "lifted while fisting." Of the top 100 keywords, 21 are related to fisting.
Got it. You guys like fisting. What a coincidence! I do, too!
You're also into anal sex, at least according to the keyword oracle:
Anal
Anal sex
+Kat +anal +gape
Backdoor
Backdoor sexual activity
Anal fisting
And my favorite of the anal-related keywords:
Are there women that love pain during anal sex?
Answer: Yes. Next question, please.
There were several related to "deer antler velvet," too. If you don't know what that's about, check out DauntlessD's post on that (Deer Antler Velvet).
Then there are the ones that make me raise an eyebrow, either in interest or disgust (can you guess which are which?):
Horse penis in pussy
I send my husband to work and get naked for my lovers to come and fuck me confessions stories
Nymphomaniac married woman
"With * son" -bitch "became sexual" "his * penis or prick or woody or cock or erection or stiffy or genitals or peter or winkie or phallus or thingy" (Seriously? Winkie???)
The most popular keyword used to find us?
Prowling with Kat (not to mention the 50 or so variations on Kat, ShackledKat, etc.)
However you found us, I'm so glad you're here!
P.S. Tomorrow I'm going to post a stunning photo of Cara. Don't miss it! And this weekend you'll see more of SoccerMom. Mmmmm......
There are definitely some themes. Check out these keywords that appear in the top 20:
Fisting
Fisting story
Double fisting
Fisting stories
Double fist
Not much further down the list is "lifted while fisting." Of the top 100 keywords, 21 are related to fisting.
Got it. You guys like fisting. What a coincidence! I do, too!
You're also into anal sex, at least according to the keyword oracle:
Anal
Anal sex
+Kat +anal +gape
Backdoor
Backdoor sexual activity
Anal fisting
And my favorite of the anal-related keywords:
Are there women that love pain during anal sex?
Answer: Yes. Next question, please.
There were several related to "deer antler velvet," too. If you don't know what that's about, check out DauntlessD's post on that (Deer Antler Velvet).
Then there are the ones that make me raise an eyebrow, either in interest or disgust (can you guess which are which?):
Horse penis in pussy
I send my husband to work and get naked for my lovers to come and fuck me confessions stories
Nymphomaniac married woman
"With * son" -bitch "became sexual" "his * penis or prick or woody or cock or erection or stiffy or genitals or peter or winkie or phallus or thingy" (Seriously? Winkie???)
The most popular keyword used to find us?
Prowling with Kat (not to mention the 50 or so variations on Kat, ShackledKat, etc.)
However you found us, I'm so glad you're here!
P.S. Tomorrow I'm going to post a stunning photo of Cara. Don't miss it! And this weekend you'll see more of SoccerMom. Mmmmm......
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Double Fisting? Yowza!
"Rm. 301. I left the door ajar. I'm naked in bed (except for my sweater and socks), waiting for you."
That was the text I sent to JJ as I waited in the room for him. I know what you're thinking. Sweater and socks? Well, it was cold. The socks were kicked off soon after JJ arrived, but the sweater stayed on the whole time. It was a cardigan. Sexy, huh?
JJ didn't seem to mind. He came over to the bed, climbed on, and started kissing me right away. I purred, my attention completely on him and his kiss. I was vaguely aware of him kicking off his shoes and removing some of his clothes, but he didn't stop kissing and as soon as one of his hands was free, he slid it between my legs. That's one of the things I always loved about JJ - he had his priorities straight.
He fingered me for a minute or two and then he moved away. I whined a little at his pulling away from our kiss, until I felt his tongue replacing his finger on my clit. I spread my legs wider, relaxed, and closed my eyes. He usually made sure that I came first, but this was a special treat.
As he licked and sucked, he slid a finger inside me. Then another. I got more and more excited as he moved his fingers in and out, not knowing which pleasure to focus on - his fingers or his tongue. It was a lot going on at once, but it was nothing like what was to come.
He paused for a moment and spoke, without lifting his head.
"Who's pussy is this?" he asked.
My voice quivered as I said, "Yours."
"That's right," he replied as he dove back in and pressed another finger inside me.
Thirty seconds later I was bucking and screaming, coming hard. But he didn't stop.
He left my clit alone then, but kept moving his fingers in and out of me slowly. I moaned softly, letting my orgasm subside while enjoying the feel of his fingers moving, pumping, twisting....
Then he slid a fourth finger in. I gasped. JJ's hands are not small, and I finally realized what he was doing.
"I've been wanting to do this," he said.
I can't even remember if I replied; I was totally focused on his hand moving inside me, stretching me, pleasuring me.
I squealed when twisted his hand and started working his thumb in.
"Slow. Slow!" I groaned.
He stopped for a moment while I took a deep breath and relaxed. I felt myself relax and open up to him more, and he started pressing forward again. I started pumping against his hand faster. I desperately wanted to come again with his fist inside me.
Then I felt him slide a finger from the other hand into my ass. OMG! I came right then, bucking against him, filled up. It was a rare kind of orgasm. The pleasure was punctuated, and even interrupted at times, by the pain from being stretched to my limit as he pressed his fist deep inside me and slid another finger into my ass.
For a moment, the pain caused me to panic a bit. Does he know what he's doing? He's not tearing me, is he? Then the pleasure would take over again and I'd moan and sink into the fog until I felt stretched as far as I thought I could be and I squealed breathlessly, begging, "Please don't hurt me..."
His voice was calm and soothing. "I won't." And I knew he wouldn't. I finally let myself let go completely. I could feel my cunt tightening around his fist. I was dizzy. I was spent. But he wasn't finished.
As my shaking subsided, I expected him to pull his hand out of me. Instead, he slowly slid another finger into my ass. That's when it hit me. He's going to double fist me!
I'll admit that I've never been a fan of anal fisting, but I love double penetration, so I relaxed and decided to go with it.
JJ was slow, loving, careful - taking his time as he moved his hand in and out of my pussy, sometimes nearly pulling it out before pressing it all the way in again. His fist was deep inside me when he added a fourth finger to my ass. I screamed. He asked if I was ok. I replied that I was ok, and that it was very, very intense.
Intense is the right word. Stretched, completely controlled by him, feeling confused by the sharpness of both the pleasure and the pain. Totally exposed to him. Vulnerable. When I started to feel overwhelmed by it, I felt him slow down, kiss my inner thigh, tell me how much he loved me, how beautiful my pussy was, how he wanted me to come again for him.
That third orgasm came almost without my consent, like it was being pulled out of me. I shuddered and heard a groan escape my mouth that came from deep down in that uncivilized, uncontrolled place. I didn't fight it. I let it come and roll over me in waves.
After, JJ started pulling his fingers out of my ass first. "Slowly!" I yelled. He slowed down. When that hand was freed, he started slowly pulling his fist out of my pussy. As he did, his hand stretched me a again, eliciting a final squeal, leaving me feeling completely open, both spaces gaping after he was done as if my body didn't want to accept that he was withdrawing his control.
I lay where he left me, not moving. He got up, finished getting undressed, and climbed back into bed with me, pulling me over to him. I curled up next to him and he wrapped his arms around me. I turned my face toward his and he kissed me.
The afternoon was just beginning.....
That was the text I sent to JJ as I waited in the room for him. I know what you're thinking. Sweater and socks? Well, it was cold. The socks were kicked off soon after JJ arrived, but the sweater stayed on the whole time. It was a cardigan. Sexy, huh?
JJ didn't seem to mind. He came over to the bed, climbed on, and started kissing me right away. I purred, my attention completely on him and his kiss. I was vaguely aware of him kicking off his shoes and removing some of his clothes, but he didn't stop kissing and as soon as one of his hands was free, he slid it between my legs. That's one of the things I always loved about JJ - he had his priorities straight.
He fingered me for a minute or two and then he moved away. I whined a little at his pulling away from our kiss, until I felt his tongue replacing his finger on my clit. I spread my legs wider, relaxed, and closed my eyes. He usually made sure that I came first, but this was a special treat.
As he licked and sucked, he slid a finger inside me. Then another. I got more and more excited as he moved his fingers in and out, not knowing which pleasure to focus on - his fingers or his tongue. It was a lot going on at once, but it was nothing like what was to come.
He paused for a moment and spoke, without lifting his head.
"Who's pussy is this?" he asked.
My voice quivered as I said, "Yours."
"That's right," he replied as he dove back in and pressed another finger inside me.
Thirty seconds later I was bucking and screaming, coming hard. But he didn't stop.
He left my clit alone then, but kept moving his fingers in and out of me slowly. I moaned softly, letting my orgasm subside while enjoying the feel of his fingers moving, pumping, twisting....
Then he slid a fourth finger in. I gasped. JJ's hands are not small, and I finally realized what he was doing.
"I've been wanting to do this," he said.
I can't even remember if I replied; I was totally focused on his hand moving inside me, stretching me, pleasuring me.
I squealed when twisted his hand and started working his thumb in.
"Slow. Slow!" I groaned.
He stopped for a moment while I took a deep breath and relaxed. I felt myself relax and open up to him more, and he started pressing forward again. I started pumping against his hand faster. I desperately wanted to come again with his fist inside me.
Then I felt him slide a finger from the other hand into my ass. OMG! I came right then, bucking against him, filled up. It was a rare kind of orgasm. The pleasure was punctuated, and even interrupted at times, by the pain from being stretched to my limit as he pressed his fist deep inside me and slid another finger into my ass.
For a moment, the pain caused me to panic a bit. Does he know what he's doing? He's not tearing me, is he? Then the pleasure would take over again and I'd moan and sink into the fog until I felt stretched as far as I thought I could be and I squealed breathlessly, begging, "Please don't hurt me..."
His voice was calm and soothing. "I won't." And I knew he wouldn't. I finally let myself let go completely. I could feel my cunt tightening around his fist. I was dizzy. I was spent. But he wasn't finished.
As my shaking subsided, I expected him to pull his hand out of me. Instead, he slowly slid another finger into my ass. That's when it hit me. He's going to double fist me!
I'll admit that I've never been a fan of anal fisting, but I love double penetration, so I relaxed and decided to go with it.
JJ was slow, loving, careful - taking his time as he moved his hand in and out of my pussy, sometimes nearly pulling it out before pressing it all the way in again. His fist was deep inside me when he added a fourth finger to my ass. I screamed. He asked if I was ok. I replied that I was ok, and that it was very, very intense.
Intense is the right word. Stretched, completely controlled by him, feeling confused by the sharpness of both the pleasure and the pain. Totally exposed to him. Vulnerable. When I started to feel overwhelmed by it, I felt him slow down, kiss my inner thigh, tell me how much he loved me, how beautiful my pussy was, how he wanted me to come again for him.
That third orgasm came almost without my consent, like it was being pulled out of me. I shuddered and heard a groan escape my mouth that came from deep down in that uncivilized, uncontrolled place. I didn't fight it. I let it come and roll over me in waves.
After, JJ started pulling his fingers out of my ass first. "Slowly!" I yelled. He slowed down. When that hand was freed, he started slowly pulling his fist out of my pussy. As he did, his hand stretched me a again, eliciting a final squeal, leaving me feeling completely open, both spaces gaping after he was done as if my body didn't want to accept that he was withdrawing his control.
I lay where he left me, not moving. He got up, finished getting undressed, and climbed back into bed with me, pulling me over to him. I curled up next to him and he wrapped his arms around me. I turned my face toward his and he kissed me.
The afternoon was just beginning.....
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Random Thoughts and Updates from Kat
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Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Kat Keywords
I was perusing our Prowling with Kat stats this weekend, and I noticed some very interesting keywords that folks have used within the past few weeks to find PWK. Some were so interesting that I knew I had to share them with you.
Of course, the most used keywords are, you guessed it, "prowling with kat" and variations of it like prowling kat, kat prowling, shackledkat, etc. Next in line are those related to "fisting," like fisting sex, fisting, fisting videos, fisting how to, and so on.
Then it gets really wild. Take a look at these key words. Keep in mind that each of these was actually used by people to find PWK. They ended up here by starting with a search for these keywords.
"Daddy sucks cock while eating peanut butter and honey" - Wow! Now there's a long tail keyword that grabs your attention! But I had no idea how that search led to us. Then I saw it on page two of that search - Why I Suck at 69.
"Husband is emotionally distant and does not trust me" - I don't remember writing about that at all, but search is all about the words. On page 2 of that search, I found 10 Tips for Cheating on Your Spouse. Ok, makes sense.
"Licking his wedding ring' - Number two in that search brings you to Delicious Irony - A Naughty Fisting Story. If you haven't read that one yet, you should. It's one of my favorites.
"Dog licking pussy of girl" - Whoa! How did that one lead to us? I know I've never written about dog sex. DauntlessD suggested that I've used the word "dog" a lot (as in, you dogs) and I've written about licking pussy a few times. When you put the two together, this is what you get. However, I went 10 pages into that search and never found a link leading to us, so I think it's pretty strange that anyone got to PWK through that search. After thinking about it for awhile, it occurred to me that I do have a pretty hot sex story involving a dog from when I was in college. I just may have to share that with you all one of these days.
"Naughty little bunny running through the forest picking up the field mice" - This one is all DauntlessD's fault. At the top of that search is the link to Daunt's TMI post for June 14th. See how exciting TMI Tuesdays are?
"Something to really turn me on" - Now yer talkin'! I would expect this search to lead straight to our door, and it does. The very first link is 10 Things that Really Turn Me On.
There are other strange search terms that I'll share at another time. The real news is that it's pretty easy to find PWK. Just type something naughty in that search bar.
Of course, the most used keywords are, you guessed it, "prowling with kat" and variations of it like prowling kat, kat prowling, shackledkat, etc. Next in line are those related to "fisting," like fisting sex, fisting, fisting videos, fisting how to, and so on.
Then it gets really wild. Take a look at these key words. Keep in mind that each of these was actually used by people to find PWK. They ended up here by starting with a search for these keywords.
"Daddy sucks cock while eating peanut butter and honey" - Wow! Now there's a long tail keyword that grabs your attention! But I had no idea how that search led to us. Then I saw it on page two of that search - Why I Suck at 69.
"Husband is emotionally distant and does not trust me" - I don't remember writing about that at all, but search is all about the words. On page 2 of that search, I found 10 Tips for Cheating on Your Spouse. Ok, makes sense.
"Licking his wedding ring' - Number two in that search brings you to Delicious Irony - A Naughty Fisting Story. If you haven't read that one yet, you should. It's one of my favorites.
"Dog licking pussy of girl" - Whoa! How did that one lead to us? I know I've never written about dog sex. DauntlessD suggested that I've used the word "dog" a lot (as in, you dogs) and I've written about licking pussy a few times. When you put the two together, this is what you get. However, I went 10 pages into that search and never found a link leading to us, so I think it's pretty strange that anyone got to PWK through that search. After thinking about it for awhile, it occurred to me that I do have a pretty hot sex story involving a dog from when I was in college. I just may have to share that with you all one of these days.
"Naughty little bunny running through the forest picking up the field mice" - This one is all DauntlessD's fault. At the top of that search is the link to Daunt's TMI post for June 14th. See how exciting TMI Tuesdays are?
"Something to really turn me on" - Now yer talkin'! I would expect this search to lead straight to our door, and it does. The very first link is 10 Things that Really Turn Me On.
There are other strange search terms that I'll share at another time. The real news is that it's pretty easy to find PWK. Just type something naughty in that search bar.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Whatever He Wants (Part 4) -The End of the Naughty Encounter
I rested my head on JJ's shoulder with his arm around me as I listened to his breathing. I looked up at his face; his eyes were closed and he looked relaxed and content. I reached up and traced my finger on his cheek lightly. With his eyes still closed, he smiled and held me tighter. I closed my eyes, too, and just enjoyed the moment of silence.
A few minutes later, I felt his hand on my arm, then on my side, my hip... I rolled over onto my back as he slid his hand between my legs. He moved down on the bed so he could have a clear view as he pressed his fingers inside me. I spread my legs for him and arched my back. He worked his hand in and out of me, moving his fingers slightly on each stroke until he found just the right spot. I squealed and gasped as he rubbed it, which made him focus more on that spot until I started shaking and begging for permission to cum again.
I screamed with pleasure and came hard, reveling in the waves of sensation spreading up my spine. I expected him to slow his stroke and withdraw his hand, but he didn't. He kept pumping his hand at the same pace, ignoring my pleas to stop because of the intensity. I squirmed and tried to wriggle away but he held me there firmly and continued fucking me with his hand. Before the first orgasm had completely subsided, the second came on forcefully. I screamed again, my whole body shaking this time. I lay there whimpering and dizzy, my cunt throbbing and gripping his fingers, as the last ripples of pleasure floated away.
JJ slowly withdrew his hand and laid next to me again.
"Oh my god," I mumbled. "I've never experienced one on top of the other like that. I didn't even know that was possible after, well, after all that already happened before."
He chuckled and said, "I'm glad you liked it," and he kissed me sweetly, gently.
"Uh, yeah, I guess I liked it," I said nonchalantly.
We both laughed and kissed some more.
A few minutes later we rolled over and looked at the clock. We both groaned because we knew we had to go, both of us knowing there was someone waiting at home for each of us - his wife, my husband.
I curled up next to him for one last hug before getting up to get dressed.
"I don't want this afternoon to end," he whispered.
"Me, neither," I replied.
Then I started getting up, reaching for my glasses, looking for clothes. Before I stood up, JJ grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. I laughed.
"But we have to go!"
"I know," he said, "but I want to fuck you one more time," and he
kissed me deeply again, throwing a leg over me to hold me on the bed.
He didn't have to convince me. I rolled onto my back, wrapped my arms around him and pulled up my knees so he could enter me deeply again.
After our "one more time" we got up, cleaned up, got dressed, and walked out together. We stopped in the parking lot halfway between my car and his. We hugged each other goodbye....the hug turned into a kiss, then another, and another. Yeah, I know kissing like that outside in broad daylight is just stupid, but I wasn't giving up one last chance to kiss that man.
Finally, we separated. He walked to his car, turning to wave before he stepped out of sight.
I drove home in a haze - tired, content, satisfied. I knew when I walked in the door at home, my husband would ask about my day. He'd ask if anything unusual or special happened and I would smile, give him a kiss on the cheek and say, "No, it was just a normal, uneventful day." Then I'd walk into the kitchen to get dinner started and try to focus on what I was doing instead of on the amazing afternoon I'd just had. I'd serve dinner while trying to act like today was just like any other day and trying not to let my husband see that my knees were weak and I was a little unsteady on my feet. I'd make small talk over dinner trying not to show that I was distracted and still thinking about how incredible JJ's cock felt inside me and how much I wanted to see him again soon.
As I was driving home, I got two text messages. The first was from JJ - "You're amazing!" The second was from my husband - "What's for dinner?"
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If you missed the first three posts in this series, here ya go:
Whatever He Wants (Part 1) - A Naughty Encounter
Whatever He Wants (Part 2) - A Naughty Encounter
Whatever He Wants (Part 3) - A Naughty Encounter
A few minutes later, I felt his hand on my arm, then on my side, my hip... I rolled over onto my back as he slid his hand between my legs. He moved down on the bed so he could have a clear view as he pressed his fingers inside me. I spread my legs for him and arched my back. He worked his hand in and out of me, moving his fingers slightly on each stroke until he found just the right spot. I squealed and gasped as he rubbed it, which made him focus more on that spot until I started shaking and begging for permission to cum again.
I screamed with pleasure and came hard, reveling in the waves of sensation spreading up my spine. I expected him to slow his stroke and withdraw his hand, but he didn't. He kept pumping his hand at the same pace, ignoring my pleas to stop because of the intensity. I squirmed and tried to wriggle away but he held me there firmly and continued fucking me with his hand. Before the first orgasm had completely subsided, the second came on forcefully. I screamed again, my whole body shaking this time. I lay there whimpering and dizzy, my cunt throbbing and gripping his fingers, as the last ripples of pleasure floated away.
JJ slowly withdrew his hand and laid next to me again.
"Oh my god," I mumbled. "I've never experienced one on top of the other like that. I didn't even know that was possible after, well, after all that already happened before."
He chuckled and said, "I'm glad you liked it," and he kissed me sweetly, gently.
"Uh, yeah, I guess I liked it," I said nonchalantly.
We both laughed and kissed some more.
A few minutes later we rolled over and looked at the clock. We both groaned because we knew we had to go, both of us knowing there was someone waiting at home for each of us - his wife, my husband.
I curled up next to him for one last hug before getting up to get dressed.
"I don't want this afternoon to end," he whispered.
"Me, neither," I replied.
Then I started getting up, reaching for my glasses, looking for clothes. Before I stood up, JJ grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. I laughed.
"But we have to go!"
"I know," he said, "but I want to fuck you one more time," and he
kissed me deeply again, throwing a leg over me to hold me on the bed.
He didn't have to convince me. I rolled onto my back, wrapped my arms around him and pulled up my knees so he could enter me deeply again.
After our "one more time" we got up, cleaned up, got dressed, and walked out together. We stopped in the parking lot halfway between my car and his. We hugged each other goodbye....the hug turned into a kiss, then another, and another. Yeah, I know kissing like that outside in broad daylight is just stupid, but I wasn't giving up one last chance to kiss that man.
Finally, we separated. He walked to his car, turning to wave before he stepped out of sight.
I drove home in a haze - tired, content, satisfied. I knew when I walked in the door at home, my husband would ask about my day. He'd ask if anything unusual or special happened and I would smile, give him a kiss on the cheek and say, "No, it was just a normal, uneventful day." Then I'd walk into the kitchen to get dinner started and try to focus on what I was doing instead of on the amazing afternoon I'd just had. I'd serve dinner while trying to act like today was just like any other day and trying not to let my husband see that my knees were weak and I was a little unsteady on my feet. I'd make small talk over dinner trying not to show that I was distracted and still thinking about how incredible JJ's cock felt inside me and how much I wanted to see him again soon.
As I was driving home, I got two text messages. The first was from JJ - "You're amazing!" The second was from my husband - "What's for dinner?"
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If you missed the first three posts in this series, here ya go:
Whatever He Wants (Part 1) - A Naughty Encounter
Whatever He Wants (Part 2) - A Naughty Encounter
Whatever He Wants (Part 3) - A Naughty Encounter
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Surrendering to M (Part 2)
I quickly rolled onto my back and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. He leaned over me and kissed me again - one of those long, deep, wet, passionate kisses - while his hand fondled one of my breasts, lingering a bit to pinch my nipple. I reached down and started stroking his cock, hoping that I'd get some of that next, but M had something else in mind.
He slid his hand down my belly and between my legs, kissed my neck and slid a finger inside me. Then he kissed my breast as he slid another finger inside. His lips were on my belly as the third finger entered me. I opened my legs widely and moaned. Mmmm.... M knew I loved being fisted, but he had been hesitant in the past because his hands were so large, but that just made it better and more intense for me. This time he didn't hesitate at all. He moved slowly, sliding his fingers in and out, pressing in a little deeper with each stroke, stretching me, eventually adding another finger. The more he filled me, the more intoxicating the sensations became. I closed my eyes to block out everything but the pleasure. I tried to ask his permission to cum, but I couldn't speak; I was utterly controlled and focused by him, and I surrendered with a scream, releasing the last little bit of control I had to him.
He let me ride that orgasm all the way to the very end, until every last spasm subsided. Then he slowly pulled his hand out, in spite of my squeals of protest.
I curled up next to him as he laid back on the bed, resting my head on his shoulder and throwing my leg over him. We rested there quietly for a few minutes, just enjoying the moment, the closeness. I shivered at the feel of his fingers lazily tracing small circles on my back. He kissed my forehead. I turned and kissed his neck. Then we chatted some more for awhile.
At some point while he was talking, I starting kissing his neck again, moving to his collar bone, then his chest, his belly. He kept talking about work until I started repositioning myself between his legs.
It's my turn to be in control now, I thought, as I took his hard cock into my mouth. I could have licked and teased him for awhile, but I knew he had waited long enough and he wasn't in the mood to wait any longer. I started sucking him deeply, slowly - taking it all into my mouth from the very first stroke. The first time the head hit the back of my throat, I heard him gasp. The second time, his hips shuddered and he moaned. By the third time, he was thrusting his hips upward, trying to drive his cock as deeply into my mouth and throat as he could.
Soon, his hands were on my head, attempting to control the speed, but I resisted just a little bit, just enough to keep control of his pleasure. A moment later he grabbed my hair and stopped me. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked. I knew what he meant. He wanted to know if I was ok with him coming in my mouth or if I wanted him to fuck me. Because he had fisted me so nicely and I had already come several times, I was fine with letting him fuck my mouth instead of one of my other choices, so I nodded yes.
With that, he put both hands on the back of my head, entwined his fingers in my hair, and took control away from me again.....forcing me down on him hard and forcefully, and then pulling my head up by the hair, then pushing me down again. I relaxed my jaw and surrendered to him again as he fucked my mouth faster and harder, finally pushing and holding me down one last time as he moaned, shuddered, and came deep in my throat. I swallowed...again, again.
After, I curled up next to him again, and we relaxed together, talking some more, kissing some more, and enjoying the time together.
Our time together was up too soon. It was time for both of us to get home. We got up, cleaned up, got dressed, and walked out of the room.
As we walked into the hallway, we noticed the door to the conference room across the hall was open, and about 15 men had turned and were looking at us. As I turned to head toward the elevator, I thought I noticed a few of them smiling.
He slid his hand down my belly and between my legs, kissed my neck and slid a finger inside me. Then he kissed my breast as he slid another finger inside. His lips were on my belly as the third finger entered me. I opened my legs widely and moaned. Mmmm.... M knew I loved being fisted, but he had been hesitant in the past because his hands were so large, but that just made it better and more intense for me. This time he didn't hesitate at all. He moved slowly, sliding his fingers in and out, pressing in a little deeper with each stroke, stretching me, eventually adding another finger. The more he filled me, the more intoxicating the sensations became. I closed my eyes to block out everything but the pleasure. I tried to ask his permission to cum, but I couldn't speak; I was utterly controlled and focused by him, and I surrendered with a scream, releasing the last little bit of control I had to him.
He let me ride that orgasm all the way to the very end, until every last spasm subsided. Then he slowly pulled his hand out, in spite of my squeals of protest.
I curled up next to him as he laid back on the bed, resting my head on his shoulder and throwing my leg over him. We rested there quietly for a few minutes, just enjoying the moment, the closeness. I shivered at the feel of his fingers lazily tracing small circles on my back. He kissed my forehead. I turned and kissed his neck. Then we chatted some more for awhile.
At some point while he was talking, I starting kissing his neck again, moving to his collar bone, then his chest, his belly. He kept talking about work until I started repositioning myself between his legs.
It's my turn to be in control now, I thought, as I took his hard cock into my mouth. I could have licked and teased him for awhile, but I knew he had waited long enough and he wasn't in the mood to wait any longer. I started sucking him deeply, slowly - taking it all into my mouth from the very first stroke. The first time the head hit the back of my throat, I heard him gasp. The second time, his hips shuddered and he moaned. By the third time, he was thrusting his hips upward, trying to drive his cock as deeply into my mouth and throat as he could.
Soon, his hands were on my head, attempting to control the speed, but I resisted just a little bit, just enough to keep control of his pleasure. A moment later he grabbed my hair and stopped me. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked. I knew what he meant. He wanted to know if I was ok with him coming in my mouth or if I wanted him to fuck me. Because he had fisted me so nicely and I had already come several times, I was fine with letting him fuck my mouth instead of one of my other choices, so I nodded yes.
With that, he put both hands on the back of my head, entwined his fingers in my hair, and took control away from me again.....forcing me down on him hard and forcefully, and then pulling my head up by the hair, then pushing me down again. I relaxed my jaw and surrendered to him again as he fucked my mouth faster and harder, finally pushing and holding me down one last time as he moaned, shuddered, and came deep in my throat. I swallowed...again, again.
After, I curled up next to him again, and we relaxed together, talking some more, kissing some more, and enjoying the time together.
Our time together was up too soon. It was time for both of us to get home. We got up, cleaned up, got dressed, and walked out of the room.
As we walked into the hallway, we noticed the door to the conference room across the hall was open, and about 15 men had turned and were looking at us. As I turned to head toward the elevator, I thought I noticed a few of them smiling.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Delicious Irony - A Naughty Fisting Story
We were somewhere in the middle of our four hour fun session, and J (from The Best Sex of My Life) had just come for the second time. It was one of those wonderful moments of rest in between the moments of pleasure when you just get to relish the whole experience. We were both laying kind of diagonally on the bed, and J was gently stroking my inner thigh with his finger. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation of his fingers, the sound of his breathing, the coolness of the air in the room.
I felt him move and reposition himself, but I didn't open my eyes. I assumed he was just trying to get comfortable, until I felt him nudge my legs apart and start licking around my clit very gently, almost imperceptibly, not touching it for a long while, just licking around it. I tried to be still, but I couldn't help but wiggle my hips a little bit....if I could just get that tongue a little bit to the left..... But he was paying attention (as always) and he didn't let me control the situation.
As his tongue continued to tease me, he slipped a finger inside me and started moving it slowly in and out. Then he added another, and another. Now he had my full attention. I didn't even notice that he had quit licking because I was focused 100% on the slow movement of his fingers sliding deeply in and out of me. The slow wiggling of my hips became rhythmic rocking as he pressed more of his hand inside me.
I was full, stretched, and delighted when I finally realized what he was doing. I couldn't remember if I had told him I liked to be fisted or if he came up with it all on his own. It didn't matter at the moment, of course. All that mattered was the cascade of sensations building with each stroke of his hand.
At one point, the fullness became pain, and I asked him to stop - not to pull back, but just to stop for a moment - so my body could catch up to my desire to pump and grind against his hand as hard as I could. In a few seconds, I could feel the stretching and the release. I relaxed into it and said, "Ok," giving him the go ahead to continue. I threw my head back as I felt his thumb and final knuckle enter me.
Then he twisted his hand and started pumping it slowly in and out - very small movements augmented by my own rocking as I pressed against his fist, wanting more...wanting as much of him as I could get.
Then I felt something brushing and rubbing against that special spot inside me. The first time got my attention and I called out. Then it became regular and I started moving to reach for that feeling with each stroke. What was that? A knuckle? The tip of his thumb? I tried to figure it out for about 10 seconds before the pleasure took over and I couldn't think about much else. I could hear myself moaning louder and louder as I could feel my release getting closer.
I felt completely controlled and dominated by him. I couldn't move except to grab onto the sheets with my hands and press against his fist with my hips. It felt like he was demanding my surrender to him, and I couldn't resist even if I wanted to.
Then it started - the shaking that always precedes a good, hard orgasm for me. I was ready to let it flow gently, but then J started licking my clit firmly and fast, perfectly coordinated with the motion of his hand. As his hand pulled back, his tongue flicked my clit. Then his tongue would circle away, and his fist would dive inside me again, hitting the spot that drove me crazy. There was no escape from it. It was a constant alternation of forced pleasure from his fist and his tongue. I screamed and let it take over, thoroughly enjoying the pulsing sensation throughout my whole body. He didn't stop right away; he kept it going until he could tell the initial jolt had subsided, and then he slowly pulled his hand out of me, in spite of my moans of protest.
I expected another moment of rest, but he was having none of that. He quickly climbed on top of me and thrust his hard cock (again?!) into me and started fucking me hard, which kept my orgasm going...and going....and going.....
He put his hand on my face (one of the very hot things J likes to do while fucking me.....mmmmm) and that's when I noticed how amazingly wet his whole hand was. I started licking and sucking my juices from his hand. He smiled, and fucked me harder. As I was licking his fingers, I noticed I was licking his wedding ring at one point.
That's when it hit me! That amazing little ridge rubbing against my g-spot while he was fisting me and giving me so much pleasure was his wedding ring!
That, fellow Prowlers, is delicious irony.
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I felt him move and reposition himself, but I didn't open my eyes. I assumed he was just trying to get comfortable, until I felt him nudge my legs apart and start licking around my clit very gently, almost imperceptibly, not touching it for a long while, just licking around it. I tried to be still, but I couldn't help but wiggle my hips a little bit....if I could just get that tongue a little bit to the left..... But he was paying attention (as always) and he didn't let me control the situation.
As his tongue continued to tease me, he slipped a finger inside me and started moving it slowly in and out. Then he added another, and another. Now he had my full attention. I didn't even notice that he had quit licking because I was focused 100% on the slow movement of his fingers sliding deeply in and out of me. The slow wiggling of my hips became rhythmic rocking as he pressed more of his hand inside me.
I was full, stretched, and delighted when I finally realized what he was doing. I couldn't remember if I had told him I liked to be fisted or if he came up with it all on his own. It didn't matter at the moment, of course. All that mattered was the cascade of sensations building with each stroke of his hand.
At one point, the fullness became pain, and I asked him to stop - not to pull back, but just to stop for a moment - so my body could catch up to my desire to pump and grind against his hand as hard as I could. In a few seconds, I could feel the stretching and the release. I relaxed into it and said, "Ok," giving him the go ahead to continue. I threw my head back as I felt his thumb and final knuckle enter me.
Then he twisted his hand and started pumping it slowly in and out - very small movements augmented by my own rocking as I pressed against his fist, wanting more...wanting as much of him as I could get.
Then I felt something brushing and rubbing against that special spot inside me. The first time got my attention and I called out. Then it became regular and I started moving to reach for that feeling with each stroke. What was that? A knuckle? The tip of his thumb? I tried to figure it out for about 10 seconds before the pleasure took over and I couldn't think about much else. I could hear myself moaning louder and louder as I could feel my release getting closer.
I felt completely controlled and dominated by him. I couldn't move except to grab onto the sheets with my hands and press against his fist with my hips. It felt like he was demanding my surrender to him, and I couldn't resist even if I wanted to.
Then it started - the shaking that always precedes a good, hard orgasm for me. I was ready to let it flow gently, but then J started licking my clit firmly and fast, perfectly coordinated with the motion of his hand. As his hand pulled back, his tongue flicked my clit. Then his tongue would circle away, and his fist would dive inside me again, hitting the spot that drove me crazy. There was no escape from it. It was a constant alternation of forced pleasure from his fist and his tongue. I screamed and let it take over, thoroughly enjoying the pulsing sensation throughout my whole body. He didn't stop right away; he kept it going until he could tell the initial jolt had subsided, and then he slowly pulled his hand out of me, in spite of my moans of protest.
I expected another moment of rest, but he was having none of that. He quickly climbed on top of me and thrust his hard cock (again?!) into me and started fucking me hard, which kept my orgasm going...and going....and going.....
He put his hand on my face (one of the very hot things J likes to do while fucking me.....mmmmm) and that's when I noticed how amazingly wet his whole hand was. I started licking and sucking my juices from his hand. He smiled, and fucked me harder. As I was licking his fingers, I noticed I was licking his wedding ring at one point.
That's when it hit me! That amazing little ridge rubbing against my g-spot while he was fisting me and giving me so much pleasure was his wedding ring!
That, fellow Prowlers, is delicious irony.
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Gone Fisting....
I got an email from a friend yesterday with a picture of a t-shirt with the phrase, "Gone Fisting" on it. I knew that had to be the title for this post, the first in a series about fisting. I've had several requests, from women, to take some time to write about fisting, and I'm glad to comply because I am such a sweet and kind Kat. The first post in this series will be about fisting in general (what it is, what to be careful of, etc.). The next post will be a naughty story about one of my adventures with fisting (you knew there would be a naughty story in here somewhere, didn't you?).
For those of you who don't know what fisting is, it's the sexual act of inserting a full hand into the vagina (known as vaginal fisting) or rectum (known as anal fisting). There are several different techniques, as you might imagine, but the point is to get the hand inserted up to the wrist. Here's a wikipedia article about fisting that shows some hand positions and discussed some of the risks.
I'll get to the risks in a minute, but first I want to talk about why some women (like me!), and some men I presume, like it so much. Ladies, you've undoubtedly experienced your partner inserting a finger or two (or maybe even three) inside you. It's quite pleasurable, no? Why is that? Because it's an intimate exploration of your body, and because it allows for manual manipulation of one of your biggest pleasure centers. Adding the fifth finger and the thumb just adds to that pleasure, but it has the added bonus of being a very dominant act. Trust me, you are fully under his control when he's got his whole fist inside you. You're not going anywhere. Some of us find that very, very hot. Yes, most women find male domination in bed (to one degree or another) to be a serious turn on.
What about pain? Yes, it can be uncomfortable during the insertion phase of the act, but the key is to go slow. Guys, I mean it. Go s-l-o-w. You need to give the vagina a chance to stretch. The slower you go, the less pain there is. The faster you go, the more pain there is. Simple enough. If you're into the whole sado-masochist thing and the pain is part of the turn for you, you still need to be careful about not going to fast for other reasons.
The wikipedia article I cited above talks bout some of the risks of fisting, but it doesn't mention the most obvious risk - perineal tearing. That sound you just heard was the sound of about a thousand women squirming uncomfortably and crossing their legs. For you guys who don't know what I mean, perineal tearing is the tearing of the skin below the vagina and above the anus (that area is the perineum). Inserting your fist too fast or too roughly, or being too rough once it's inserted, can cause that area to rip. Yes, I have experienced a perineal tear caused by fisting. Not fun. Those tears really do hurt, more during the days that follow than when they happen, but pain and blood during sex are turn offs for most folks. So, repeat after me....Go s-l-o-w. Good.
You also risk internal abrasions if your partner has not made sure his nails are trimmed. Yes, ouch again! Please, gentlemen. A little preparation goes a long way.
The most serious risk from vaginal fisting is the risk of embolism. That is the pushing of air into the uterus. It can be fatal. Stop freaking out. It's rare, and it happens more from the act of pounding (pumping a closed fist like a piston inside the vagina) than from more common fisting activities. Still, it's something to think about.
All of this has been about vaginal fisting. There are additional risks to anal fisting. Since I'm not into anal fisting at all (but, to be fair, I've never tried it), I'm not going to discuss it here. Hey, just google it if you want to know more, ok?
I keep hearing that men are very visual, so here's a website that has some free fisting videos, as well as a bunch of other free sex videos. Enjoy. No, I don't make any money off of this video site. Kat is all about sharing freely.
Here's a fun little YouTube video on Lesbian fisting which, by the way, is the same as heterosexual fisting, except for maybe the size of the hand. This video will make you chuckle. It's a parody of a 1950's instructional video. Very creative, Ladies!
Speaking of size, I've heard men say, "I have really big hands. There's no way my fist will fit in a woman's vagina!" All I can say is that I have squeezed out two babies with head circumferences bigger than a large man's fist. Get over yourself, big boy.
No, fisting isn't for everyone. It it's not your cup of tea, let it go. If you want to try something new and different, though, give it a try. You might might like it.
As promised, my naughty fisting story will be posted soon. Can you guess who my partner is in it? I'll bet you can......
For those of you who don't know what fisting is, it's the sexual act of inserting a full hand into the vagina (known as vaginal fisting) or rectum (known as anal fisting). There are several different techniques, as you might imagine, but the point is to get the hand inserted up to the wrist. Here's a wikipedia article about fisting that shows some hand positions and discussed some of the risks.
I'll get to the risks in a minute, but first I want to talk about why some women (like me!), and some men I presume, like it so much. Ladies, you've undoubtedly experienced your partner inserting a finger or two (or maybe even three) inside you. It's quite pleasurable, no? Why is that? Because it's an intimate exploration of your body, and because it allows for manual manipulation of one of your biggest pleasure centers. Adding the fifth finger and the thumb just adds to that pleasure, but it has the added bonus of being a very dominant act. Trust me, you are fully under his control when he's got his whole fist inside you. You're not going anywhere. Some of us find that very, very hot. Yes, most women find male domination in bed (to one degree or another) to be a serious turn on.
What about pain? Yes, it can be uncomfortable during the insertion phase of the act, but the key is to go slow. Guys, I mean it. Go s-l-o-w. You need to give the vagina a chance to stretch. The slower you go, the less pain there is. The faster you go, the more pain there is. Simple enough. If you're into the whole sado-masochist thing and the pain is part of the turn for you, you still need to be careful about not going to fast for other reasons.
The wikipedia article I cited above talks bout some of the risks of fisting, but it doesn't mention the most obvious risk - perineal tearing. That sound you just heard was the sound of about a thousand women squirming uncomfortably and crossing their legs. For you guys who don't know what I mean, perineal tearing is the tearing of the skin below the vagina and above the anus (that area is the perineum). Inserting your fist too fast or too roughly, or being too rough once it's inserted, can cause that area to rip. Yes, I have experienced a perineal tear caused by fisting. Not fun. Those tears really do hurt, more during the days that follow than when they happen, but pain and blood during sex are turn offs for most folks. So, repeat after me....Go s-l-o-w. Good.
You also risk internal abrasions if your partner has not made sure his nails are trimmed. Yes, ouch again! Please, gentlemen. A little preparation goes a long way.
The most serious risk from vaginal fisting is the risk of embolism. That is the pushing of air into the uterus. It can be fatal. Stop freaking out. It's rare, and it happens more from the act of pounding (pumping a closed fist like a piston inside the vagina) than from more common fisting activities. Still, it's something to think about.
All of this has been about vaginal fisting. There are additional risks to anal fisting. Since I'm not into anal fisting at all (but, to be fair, I've never tried it), I'm not going to discuss it here. Hey, just google it if you want to know more, ok?
I keep hearing that men are very visual, so here's a website that has some free fisting videos, as well as a bunch of other free sex videos. Enjoy. No, I don't make any money off of this video site. Kat is all about sharing freely.
Here's a fun little YouTube video on Lesbian fisting which, by the way, is the same as heterosexual fisting, except for maybe the size of the hand. This video will make you chuckle. It's a parody of a 1950's instructional video. Very creative, Ladies!
Speaking of size, I've heard men say, "I have really big hands. There's no way my fist will fit in a woman's vagina!" All I can say is that I have squeezed out two babies with head circumferences bigger than a large man's fist. Get over yourself, big boy.
No, fisting isn't for everyone. It it's not your cup of tea, let it go. If you want to try something new and different, though, give it a try. You might might like it.
As promised, my naughty fisting story will be posted soon. Can you guess who my partner is in it? I'll bet you can......
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