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Stolen Hours

I was in the car getting ready to go, and I looked up at T who was standing next to the car looking down at me. The smile on his face melted my heart. Maybe it was the beautiful day with the sunlight filtering down on him through the tree. Maybe it was the last remnants of the oxytocin floating through my body, the result of coming more times than I could count. Whatever it was, it was making me feel connected to him and I didn't want to leave. But I had to, of course.  He had to leave, too. We both had to get back to work. The hours we had stolen to be together were over.

A little over two hours earlier, I was just arriving to his man cave out in the country. When I was there three days ago, I was nervous, but not today. Being there felt right.

I knocked on the door and no one answered, so I let myself in. Then I walked back to his bedroom and knocked.  No answer. I stood there for a couple of minutes, not quite sure what to do.  While I was thinking about it, he walked in. I smiled at him and we exchanged greetings as he walked over to me and kissed me.

We stepped into his room and he closed the door behind him. He had music playing and a lamp on an end table lit so the room was dim, but not dark. I dropped my purse and kicked off my shoes and turned to kiss him again. Deep, slow, passionate kisses. I reached down to untuck his shirt and he pulled it off, uncovering his strong, broad shoulders. I touched his chest with both hands and slowly ran my hands up to and over his shoulders.

What followed was something of a flurry of kissing, clothes coming off, him sucking my breast, me sucking his cock. It was that rushed and frenzied beginning when you want to do everything at once. Eventually, that settled down and we both got on the bed. I was laying on my back and he was laying over me, kissing me, sliding a hand over my breast, pinching my nipple, then sliding it down further. He fingered me for a minute or so and then he slid down between my legs.

Just as his tongue touched my clit, he slid a couple of fingers inside me. I put my head back and closed my eyes, focusing on the sensations. Soon I was rocking my hips, pressing against his hand and his mouth, and moaning loudly. I came hard, shaking and feeling my cunt tighten around his fingers. It was dizzying.

As you know, I'm not used to anyone going down on me.  Hubby has never done it. It had happened about five times in my life before I met T and I only came on two of those occasions. Now it's happened twice with T - once a couple days ago and once today.

I expected a little recovery time, but he didn't stop.  Now it was even more intense - that pain mixed with pleasure that comes when everything down there is so sensitive. I squirmed at first, whimpered a weak "no" that I didn't mean.  It just felt so foreign to me.  But he didn't stop. Within a couple of minutes I started shaking and I came again, this time a little harder.

I wanted to pull him up to me so I could kiss him, but he wouldn't stop. His fingers and his mouth worked their magic and the next orgasm didn't feel like it was bursting out of me.  It felt like it was being pulled from me involuntarily. I've heard about forced orgasms, but I hadn't experienced one myself, until today.

Three orgasms from oral - that exceeds the total number for the entire rest of my life.  Wow.

Finally, he moved back up to where I could kiss him. I tasted myself all over his mouth and wrapped my arms around him. He laid down next to me and we kissed some more. I traced my finger on his face, still trying to learn about him. Within a few minutes, he moved between my legs, I pulled up my knees and he slid his cock inside me. I was a little embarrassed because I was so wet; it was like a slip 'n' slide down there.  No friction. It seemed like a good time for him to relax and let me take over.

He laid back and I scooched down toward the end of the bed. I licked his cock first, and it jumped. Then I took it into my mouth and started suckling it. He grabbed my hair and pulled it tight - very tight - and guided me up and down. Again. Again.  Then he pushed my head down on him and held me down so all I could do was swallow over and over. After a little while, he released me to do as I pleased with him, but he held my hair tight with my head pulled up just a bit so I had to strain against the pressure to get to his cock and suck harder.  He pushed me down on him again when he was ready to come and he groaned long and loudly as he released into my mouth.

We rested together for awhile, talking, kissing, laughing. Without warning, he slid his hand between my legs and started fingering my clit. I moaned and started shuddering within about a minute and just like earlier, he didn't stop after I came; he just kept fingering me until I came again and again.

Finally, I stopped him.  I don't know how many times I came, but I knew I couldn't take one more try.

He asked me if I'd wrap my mouth around his cock again. I smiled. Of course!  This time he let me do him however I wanted and he came quickly. I swallowed, cleaned up, and we kissed some more, both of us knowing that our time was about up.

We got dressed and started to leave.  I forgot to kiss him goodbye in the house. We were outside near my car when I turned to kiss him.  We kissed briefly and then he reminded me that I forgot to kiss while we were in private, and not outside.  But you know what?  I didn't care.  I was happy and relaxed, it was a beautiful day, and here was an incredible man I didn't want to leave. Who cares if someone sees us?

Yes, I know that's stupid, but that's how I felt. I'd do it again in the same situation.

I got in my car and looked up, and there he was smiling at me. As I said, my heart melted.

The Date with T

T's message was actually the first I responded to on AM since I reactivated my profile. He sent me a message months ago and I never responded, so I thought it was only right to make his the first reply.

I liked his profile because he seemed to be a "normal guy" and that's what I was looking for. A fun companion, great sex, no drama, and honesty. His emails confirmed what his profile said.  He is a normal guy. He is also very bright, well-spoken, funny. An all around nice guy.

Perfect, right?

Well, not exactly. He lives in my town (that's awfully close to home) and he's in the middle of a divorce, which means that for all practical purposes, he's single, not married. And you know my rule about single men, right?

I decided to overlook those concerns because I liked him. Plain and simple.

So we set up a date to meet today at a restaurant in a nearby town. Between the time of setting up the date a couple of days ago and showing up for the date, I had exchanged emails and phone calls with another AM suitor I really liked.

I almost cancelled the date, and I had a long list of reasons. I'm still quite wounded from the experience with SNS Guy.  If this guy didn't like me, that would be a little more rejection than I wanted to take in one week. Also, I really liked the other guy I was talking to.  Shouldn't I meet him first? And what about JJ?  I don't want a bunch of men in my life.  I want one. Finally, I hate first dates. And don't forget - I don't date! What if we didn't have anything to talk about? My head was going around and around and I almost called to cancel.

But I didn't. That was a good choice.

We met in the parking lot of the restaurant we agreed to.  It was closed. What now? He suggested we go to a Popeyes just a block away. That wasn't what I had in mind, but I could go with it.  When we got there we saw that it was actually at a gas station, attached to the mini-mart.  I had to laugh.  So far, it wasn't going well. Then he suggested a local Mexican restaurant and we went there and the date actually started.

I was comfortable immediately. He was funny and engaging and direct and all the things I like in a friend. There were a few times when I thought, Why are we wasting time here?  Let's get to a hotel. I know what I want to do with you. But I never said it because I was so engaged in the conversation and I was thoroughly enjoying talking with him.

Yes, it's true.  I chose talking over fucking. Go figure.

After a while we decided to drive back to the parking lot of the first restaurant because it was a bit secluded. I felt electricity when he kissed me, and he's an amazing kisser. We kissed a long time.  I stroked his hard cock through his pants.  He fondled my breast. I sucked his cock for awhile but the angle in his car just wasn't great for that.  We kissed some more. Every now and then we'd stop and talk a bit, but the kissing always won. At one point, he lifted my shirt and bra and sucked one of my nipples.  I felt my pussy going from damp to wet to drenched. It has been a long time since I wanted a man as much as I wanted T.

I was so aroused and so dazed with passion that I probably would have done anything he wanted, but.....

We ran out of time.  I had a phone meeting and he also had some place to be, so we had to end the date, but I didn't want to go. I was ready to blow off my meeting and spend the rest of the afternoon with him, but he couldn't so we went our separate ways.

When was the last time you sat in a car making out and petting for an hour? I don't even remember the last time I did. It was amazing.

As I drove away I thought about how glad I was that I hadn't canceled the date, and how much I couldn't wait to see him again. But the next time I see him, I want it to be in a private room where I can admire him without his clothes on and have my way with him.

I've never been a big believer in chemistry.

I am now.

Two Couples and a Hot Tub, Part 2

If you missed Part 1, you can read it here.

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After a few moments, Hubby turned his attention to Susan's boobs as she rode him.  It felt a little surreal to see him with someone else, like I was watching two people I didn't know. 

Bud reached over, grabbed my wrist and pulled me over to him and I just let myself float as he was directing me. He sat me on his lap and starting touching me, sliding his hands all over my body.  He lingered at my breasts.  I moaned when he pinched one of my nipples.

"You like that?" he asked me.

"Yes," I purred.

"Would you like it a little harder?  Like this?"

He pinched my nipple harder.  I nodded yes.  He pinched harder and harder until I started grinding my pussy against his leg. He smiled.

"Well, well, well," he said. "You like a little pain.  That's wonderful." Then he released my nipple and began sucking on it as he moved his had between my legs and started rubbing my clit. It was clear he knew what he was doing because I was ready to come in about 30 seconds. He kissed my neck and I relaxed, ready to come. I turned to look at Hubby and Susan and it was clear that she was coming, and they were kissing passionately.

It felt like I was hit with a lightning bolt of jealousy. I gasped and my eyes were instantly filled with tears.  I was confused.  I wasn't jealous a moment ago.  I had been fine.  What happened?  I knew it was seeing the kiss that pushed me over the line.  It was so very intimate. Why was I fine with him fucking another woman, but not kissing one?

The tears in my eyes were about to burst forth into full on weeping when Bud turned me around, put his hands on either side of my face and redirected me. He looked directly into my eyes and told me it was ok, that Hubby loved me, that I didn't need to be jealous or afraid. The tone in his voice was so calm, so reassuring. He held me and shifted so we were directly across from them in the tub and my back was to them. He kissed me gently and went back to playing with my clit. I took a deep breath and focused on the pleasure. He quickly had me right back to where I was before I saw Hubby and Susan kissing. 

I could feel that Bud was hard again. I reached down and felt his cock. Very thick, 9 or 10 inches. I looked at him and smiled as I lifted myself up and took him inside me. I put my feet on the side of tub on either side of him so I could slide up and down his shaft without any part of me touching him except my pussy. He moaned loudly and then groaned, "yes, yes, yes, yes."

My orgasm sprung on me quickly. I squealed and pressed down against him, shuddering. He grabbed my hips and started moving me up and down on his cock quickly.  I was still coming when he finally exploded into me. I rested my head on his shoulder as we both came down.

Then I heard Susan say behind me, "Well, it looks like they had fun." I lifted myself off of Bud and floated over to sit in Hubby's lap without looking at Susan.  He wrapped his strong arms tightly around me and whispered in my ear, "Are you ok?"  I nodded yes. I thought I was ok, I guess. I had a flurry of emotions floating around, all dulled by the blanket of physical pleasure I was experiencing.

Bud suggested we go back into the house. I was all for a change of scenery.  Susan handed me a towel as I got out of the tub.  Hubby grabbed his clothes and mine and we went inside. 

There was a fire burning in the fireplace.  Hubby spread one of the towels on the floor in front of the fire and we laid down on it. Susan and Bud sat on the couch.  We were all still naked, but it was warm in the house so it felt comfortable. Bud and Hubby were talking about cars and other stuff I didn't care about so I was just enjoying the fire.  Soon, Susan slid off the couch and was kneeling in front of Bud, sucking on his cock. Bud stopped talking and leaned back.

Hubby leaned over me and kissed me.  For a moment, my mind rushed to thinking about how I saw him kissing Susan, but I wasn't there for long. In about a minute he was rolling me over and telling me to get on my hands and knees.  Before I was even fully in position, he drove his cock into me hard. He had one hand on my hip pulling me back onto him and the other arm was wrapped around me so he could finger my clit. That's when he started talking dirty to me. "You were a naughty slut tonight weren't you, Kat? You like to be given to other men, don't you? I didn't know I was planning to marry such a whore."

That was the first time any talk of marriage had come up. I started bucking back against him. I screamed as I came and he lifted his hand and brought it down hard on my ass. I was surprised, but not at the fact that he spanked me, but at how it made me come harder just as I thought I was done. At that point, Hubby grabbed my hips and fucked me hard until he came.

After, I curled up in his arms and I felt myself drifting off to sleep, aided by the warmth of the fire. I don't know how long I was asleep, but I woke to Hubby shaking me, telling me it was time to go. I heard him tell either Susan or Bud, "No, I think Kat's done for the night.  Maybe another time." I wondered what had been suggested, but I was too tired to ask.  Hubby slipped my sundress over my head and walked me to the car. He went back into the house to gather up our shoes and my purse. I opened my eyes long enough to catch him kiss Susan goodbye. 

It didn't bother me at all.

25 Things That Make Kat Purr

A deep, passionate, wet kiss that lasts for a long time.

A sweet expression of affection whispered in my ear.

Curling up naked in the dark with a lover- talking, sharing, kissing.

Being manhandled in a sexy way by a dominant man, whether I think I want it at the time or not.

A deep, hard fucking from behind.

Falling asleep in my husband's arms.

Dirty talk in bed.

Making love to someone who cares about me.

Listening to a man beg for more.

Swallowing warm cum.

Sweet kisses on my neck.

A strong hand sliding between my legs.

A wet mouth sucking on my nipple.

The feel of cum dripping down my thigh.

Rough sex.

Sweet, gentle, loving sex.

Watching my lover come.

Hearing a lover's expression of desire.

Naughty texts and emails.

Looking at photos of Cara and Soccer Mom.

The first kiss with a new lover.

Initial penetration.

Anticipation before an encounter.

Satisfaction after an encounter.

Stealing a kiss in a public place.

Checking In with JJ

It was almost 1:00 when I drove into the hotel parking lot. As I did, it occurred to me that I'd been there many times, so many times that this had become a very comfortable place for me, in spite of the fact that Strange Hotel Guy still creeped me out a little. I had just sent JJ a text telling him I was almost there, and before I could get a reply, I saw his car in the parking lot.

I pulled in to the space next to him. By the time I got out of my car, he was standing next to me, reaching out to give me a big hug and one of his amazing, deep kisses. All I could think about at that moment was how much I had missed him. To put it bluntly, our work schedules sucked. Seeing him once every few weeks was simply not enough.

But that didn't matter at that moment. What mattered then was that he was here and I was here and I was in his arms and his tongue was in my mouth and.....holy heck! We were making out in the parking lot, in full view of anyone who happened to pass by.  Being comfortable in a place is not always a good thing. As we walked quickly toward the lobby, he slipped his hand into mine, and I thought about how natural and comfortable it felt to be with him.  No matter how much time passed in-between meetings, it felt like we just picked up where we left off.

When we got to the front desk, guess who was there?  Yup.  Strange Hotel Guy. JJ pulled out some cash and asked if we could just pay cash without running a credit card - brilliant! We were such regulars that the guy would be stupid to say no.  He said yes and he started typing in the computer.  It dawned on me that we had been coming here many months, but Strange Hotel Guy had not gotten any better at working the damn computer. He eventually finished and gave JJ a key card. Finally!

We were chatting as we walked down the hallway and entered the room. I couldn't wait to kiss him again and get him out of those clothes, but I also wanted to talk with him and catch up with what was going on in his life. We kept talking as we walked over to the bed, but clothes started coming off as we walked.  First his shirt. Then my pants.  His jeans.  My panties.

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me toward him. No more talking. The kisses were gentle at first, then more and more demanding. His hands, which were on the small of my back, started sliding along my body - up my back, down my leg, over my behind.  Then one slowly slipped between my legs as his knee nudged my legs apart.

I gasped as he touched me. It had been so long and I didn't fully know how much I had missed him until that moment. He moaned a little and whispered, "Mmmm.....so wet.  Very nice," before I interrupted him with my kiss. He fingered me perfectly - another benefit of knowing someone so well.  He knew exactly what I wanted and how I liked it.  I was still standing in front of him; my legs became unsteady as I became more and more aroused.  I held onto his shoulders for support, and he whispered, "Come for me." He knows his voice is 50% of what drives me over the edge so it seemed unfair that he said that right then because I wanted it to last a little longer, but I couldn't control it. Less than a minute later I was shaking, screaming into his mouth as we kissed, begging him not to stop.

I could feel him smiling, pleased and amused at the power he had over me. I was still coming as he whispered, "That's my good girl." I moaned gratefully and kissed him some more.

After he was certain I was finished, he stood up, pulled off his underwear, and moved behind me. He quickly put his hand on the back of my neck, pushing me forward, bending me over the side of the bed. I smiled at his urgency, and I spread my legs slightly and went up on my tippy toes (necessary because he's so tall and I'm so short) as I leaned forward, steadying myself  on the bed.

My knees were still unsteady as he entered me, driving forward and pulling me back onto him at the same time. We both moaned. A wave of thoughts washed over my mind in those first few seconds. How is it possible that it's always this good, every time? I could do this for a long, long, time. Why do I let so much time go by in between meetings? Damn, this feels so good.

The pleasure soon overpowered my thoughts and I couldn't think at all. I grabbed onto the  bed coverings and tried to press back against him as he fucked me. Each stroke was hard and deep and filled me completely. Just as I started to relax into it, I felt myself start to cum again. It startled me; I hadn't expected to cum again so quickly.  I could feel his cock harden even more inside me, and I knew that he'd be cuming soon. I started rocking back against him faster, hoping that I could bring myself over the edge again before him.  Just as I started to cum, he did, driving hard inside me and holding. I kept moving, reaching for it.....I just needed a few... more... seconds.

Got it.  I pushed back against him one more time, shuddering.  I could hear a little chuckle in his moaning right then. I was a little embarrassed......such a slut working so hard to steal one more orgasm before he pulled out of me. He leaned over and kissed my back as he always did.  I loved that.....such a gentle acknowledgement of what we had just shared.

We both climbed onto the bed and collapsed.  I rolled over next to him.  He wrapped his arms around me and held me.  We stayed that way, quietly, for several minutes.  I can't remember who spoke first, but we started talking and catching up on our lives. He told me about his wife, his work.  I told him about my family, my work. We chatted about the newest iPhone news, the blog, plans for the next few weeks.

And we kissed. Hundreds of kisses.  We'd kiss in between topics.  He'd talk, and I'd kiss his neck.  I'd talk, and he'd kiss my neck, then my breast. I stroked his cock while he talked.  If it started to soften, I stroked it some more. Even our casual conversation became sensuous, part of the sexual experience.

We looked at he clock.  We didn't have much time this time, only about an hour and a half, and an hour of that was already gone.  He kissed my neck and whispered, "I want you one more time before we have to go." He got no argument from me.

He got up on his knees and knelt behind me.  I rolled over and got up onto my knees as well and then leaned forward. As he took me again, I had more time to enjoy the sensations and the effect of different movements. Always the gentleman, he waited until I came before releasing and surrendering to his pleasure.

We curled up together again for a few moments, until we both knew we had to go. This is always the saddest time because we both want to stay.  Neither of us wants to leave. I always think about what would happen if I didn't go back to my life right at that moment.  Would it be so bad if I just stole the day and stayed in his arms for a few more hours? But I know we can't stay.

We get up, get cleaned up, get dressed.  We each pull out our phones to check our schedules and see when we can meet again. We found a day and time that would work the next week. For some reason, that eases the sting of separating now.

We both look around the room to make sure we have everything.  Phone, keys, sunglasses. Check. He takes my hand and we leave the room.  We both say goodbye to Strange Hotel Guy as we walk through the lobby.  This is a far cry from those early days when we were nervous and didn't make eye contact with him.

We walk into the parking lot and over to our cars, and our afternoon together ends as it began, with his arms around me as we kiss by my car door.

Five minutes later, we are both in our cars driving in opposite directions on the freeway, and all I can think about is our plan for next week. Checking in with JJ is always a pleasure.

TMI Tuesday 9/13/11 with DauntlessD

This weeks TMI Tuesday questions are on Dating.

1. You’re on a speed date. You’ve got 7 minutes with the potential partner. You already know the person’s name. What are the first three questions you would ask?

What was the last adventurous thing you did?

What was the last conversation you had with your mother like?

On a vacation, would you prefer quiet solitude or shopping and nightlife?

That second question... I have no idea why it popped in my head, but it would likely provide some insight to a woman, don't you think?

2. Have you ever participated in speed dating? Did you get a regular date/second date out of it?

No, I've never tried speed dating. However I do know someone who got married as a result of s speed date.

3. Do you participate in online dating? How many dates have you had as a result of online dating sites/matches?

Yes, back in the pre-internet days we had what were called BBS's (Bulletin Board Systems), I've met an enormous amount of people online; had quite a few dates etc. too.

More recently there was Ashley Madison, if you can call that "online dating". Over the past 10 months or so I engaged in quite a lot conversation with roughly a dozen women of which about half of those I met in person, and only 2 of which I honestly liked; Kat and Madison. I found I wasn't interested in the quick hook-up. You can read a bit more about this in my last post, DauntlessD Exposed.

4. You are attracted to:

a. Who people are? This is by far what most attracts me, the person them self. Their compassion, their sense of humor, the types of things they enjoy etc.

b. What people have? This has little to do with what attracts me. I suppose it can tell a little about how responsible a person is, like if they're living beyond what they can afford; but beyond that -- dirt poor or rich -- who they are is more important to me.

c. What they can do? Nope, also not very important to me. Of course a guy is going to like a gal that can cook -- and vice-versa -- but this one could easily cross over into using them couldn't it?

5. What “little red flag” will cause you to end a date or immediately decide this person isn’t for you?

This one is hard for me, it could be a number of things; insincerity comes to mind... Immaturity too. Once after I'd been seeing a gal for a bit I was invited to dinner at her apartment. She asked me to pick up something from the store and I brought her the wrong brand. She threw herself on her couch in what looked like a little girls tantrum. My eyebrows shot up and alarm bells started going off in my head.

6. What do you feel you need to sacrifice or have sacrificed to be a part of a relationship?

This one is something I've been reflecting on a lot lately. I've come to realize that you must not parts of your personality. It's easy to do early on, it feels like a small thing. Then it bubbles up later. But to answer the question, time, comes to mind. You need to sacrifice some of your time to grow and cultivate a relationship.

7. If you cooked for your date, what would you cook?

I am a decent cook, but I am a god at the barbecue. I could do a nice pasta dish of some sort, but I'd most likely do shark, steak, or salmon on the grill. It would depend on what she liked.

8. At the end of a first date, how would you kiss your date?

a. Press your lips against theirs - if I liked her, but she seemed nervous.

b. Gentle kiss on the cheek - if I liked her, but she was young enough to be my daughter.

c. Lots o’ tongue, like you’re on a tonsil exploration - If I really liked her and she was engaging and not nervous.

d. I don’t kiss on the first date - what kind of a lame option is this?

Bonus: You just put up a profile on a dating site. You must describe yourself in 10 words or less. What are your 10 words?

Vince Rizzo, Clam Digger.

So sad. The odds are that most of you have no idea what the hell I'm referencing.

Thanks again TMI Tuesday Blog!

Seeing You

I thought seeing you briefly during the day for coffee or for lunch would make the limitless longing for you subside. If I could just hold your hand for a while, gaze into your eyes, kiss you deeply at least once as we part, maybe then I'd have enough of you to satisfy me until we could be together for a few hours.  Maybe that would be enough to calm my need for you until I could be naked in your arms, surrendering completely to you.

But that's not how it was. Seeing you just made me want you more.

Holding your hand made me want to hold all of my body against yours. The scent of you as we embraced when we greeted each other reminded me how the scent of you lingers on my skin and in my hair for hours after we make love, keeping you present for me long after we part. Looking into your eyes captures me and makes me never want to look away. And kissing you..... oh, kissing you, even for a moment, transports me to a place where there is no me and there is no you;  there is only us and that moment, and separating from that place feels wrong, harsh, lonely.

Yes, seeing you just made me want you more.

Whatever He Wants (Part 1) - A Naughty Encounter

I arrived at the hotel after JJ did.  The first thing I did was find his car, park, and grab the room key that he had left for me under his windshield wiper. I went into the hotel, stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the second floor, checking my phone to make sure I remembered the room number correctly from his text.  Room 225. As the elevator doors opened, I looked both ways, trying to spot a room number so I would know which hallway to follow. I found the room quickly, and knocked gently before sliding the key in the door and walking in.

Even though I had met him before this, I was still feeling that excited anticipation that accompanies a first meeting, only this time I wasn’t nervous, and I knew exactly what he looked like. Tall, handsome, salt and pepper hair, twinkling and mischievous eyes, broad shoulders, strong arms, engaging smile.

The room was dim, but not dark – just the way I like it. I took a few steps in and then I saw him, laying naked in bed waiting for me. I smiled, remembering how two days ago, I was the one waiting naked in bed for him to arrive. The memories of that day rushed back and I instantly became wet.

I greeted him with a kiss and excused myself to go clean up a bit. A few minutes later, I came back to the side of the bed and started taking off my clothes, in a hurry to climb into bed with him. The minute I crawled next to him, we wrapped his arms around me, pulled me close to him, and kissed me deeply.

Ahhhhh…..that amazing feeling is indescribable - skin-on-skin, the whole length of our bodies touching as his tongue explored my mouth and I breathed him in. We kissed for a long time – exactly what I needed to relax and release the stress of work and everything else in my life outside that hotel room. I wanted nothing in my life or on my mind right then but him.

I could have just stayed there all afternoon kissing him, but eventually I felt his hand slowly tracing its way down my body, lingering at my breast, then moving down to my hip, my thigh….then gently tracing my outer pussy lips.  I moaned softly. He loved to tease me and make me wait for him to slowly bring me to that place where I would do anything for him, absolutely anything he wanted.

I opened my legs for him and he slid a finger inside me.  We both moaned into our kiss this time. He slowly alternated between rubbing my clit and finger fucking me. I started rocking my hips and pressing against his hand, still kissing him, but losing some of my focus. When he started rubbing my clit with his thumb while he pumped a few fingers in and out of me, I couldn’t hold back.  I moaned loudly and dug my fingers into his shoulders. He whispered into my ear, “I want my little slut to cum for me.” I nodded my head and kissed him again. He moved his hand faster….I started to shake, and he said, “That’s it, Baby, cum for me,” and I let go. He held me tighter and kissed me passionately as I came, screaming my pleasure into our kiss.

As my orgasm started to subside, I remember thinking how safe I felt with him. I couldn’t completely let go with just anyone, but JJ made it easy for me.  I felt completely safe, accepted, protected, and appreciated.

My thoughts were interrupted with his voice, “I want to fuck you so much….” And he moved between my legs. I pulled my knees up and he easily slid his hard, thick cock inside me. We both moaned as he entered me.  I watched him as he started moving in and out of me. I tilted my hips to feel him more deeply, and I knew I had it right when I heard him utter a deep guttural moan as he started pumping harder. I marveled at the intensity of his face, which I didn’t get to see often because usually he was so relaxed and fun-loving. But right at that moment, he was intensely focused. I felt myself start to get close to cuming again.  He knew it, too, because he said, “Wait for me….”  I moaned in protest but said, “Ok.”  I bit my lip to try to hold back, wondering if I could, but not wanting him to hurry at all.  If I could have frozen that particular moment in time, I would have. A minute later, he gave me permission and I came hard, feeling my cunt tightening around his cock as I shook.  He groaned and released right after me, grunting as he came, leaning over and kissing me. When he finished, he rolled next to me and wrapped those strong arms around me again, and kissed me some more.

We laid there for a while, resting, talking, kissing, and touching each other. He was easy to talk to.  That was something I noticed from when we first started chatting online. There was always something to talk about, but when we weren’t talking, the silence felt perfectly comfortable, too.

After a few minutes, I rolled over, leaned over him and started kissing his neck. He pulled me up to his lips and kissed me deeply again (man, oh man, I loved his kisses!), but I broke away from his delicious kiss and started kissing my way down his neck to his chest, continuing downward....

And then......

Starbucks with Cream - A Naughty Tale

I had known M for several months.  We had met a couple of times for lunch, a couple of times for several hours of hotel room fun, and once for early morning coffee, so when he said he wanted to meet for coffee before work, I assumed that is exactly what it would be - some coffee and friendly chat before work.

I arrived at Starbucks before him.  He was delayed by traffic so he called and we chatted on the phone while he drove.  One of the many things I loved about M was that he was so easy to talk to. Conversation with him seemed natural, like we'd known each other much longer than we had. When he finally arrived, he parked next to me in the parking lot and we both got out of our vehicles to greet each other.

He greeted me with a kiss, as he always did, but not just a normal kiss.  It was one of M's deep, probing, long, wet kisses that said, "Ive been waiting forever for this moment." The first thing you need to know about M is that he's one of the best kissers I've ever met.  Correction - He is the best kisser I've ever met. Whenever he kissed me, I melted.  Anything I was thinking about or planning before that moment evaporated and I became putty in his arms.  And he knew it.

As he was kissing me, he reached behind my head, entwined his fingers in my hair, and firmly pulled my hair, holding me so I couldn't pull away from his kiss. My excitement began to crescendo immediately.  I never understood the connection between pulling my hair and making my pussy wet, but M clearly got it, and he never failed to use it to his advantage.

I think I would have been content to just stand there between our two cars kissing all day, but eventually he pulled away, took my hand, and started leading me into the coffee shop. Inside, he confirmed my favorite coffee order (yes, he remembered) and told me to find a place to sit while he got our coffee.  I picked the nice leather sofa, and curled up in one corner of it while I waited.

Within a few minutes, he had our coffee and he joined me on the sofa, sitting close, our legs touching. We enjoyed our coffee and talked about work, our families, life in general.  And I laughed.  That's the next thing you should know about M. He made me laugh, which I loved.  When work was really stressful, I could count on him to get me laughing and back to a reasonably relaxed state of mind. One of the times we met for sex, we played around and then we just laid there talking and laughing for the longest time. That is still one of my favorite memories.

While we were talking, M started to trace his hand up my thigh - gently, slowly, very lightly.  Then he leaned over to kiss me.  It was another one of those amazing deep kisses of his. I started to lean into it when I remembered where we were.  Starbucks was pretty crowded.  There were people all around us at tables and in line.  I self-consciously started to pull away, but he stopped me with his arm around my back, and he whispered firmly, "Don't you dare pull away from me." I relaxed back into his kiss, deciding to tune out the crowd.  I didn't know anyone there anyway. Then he moved his hand further up my thigh and started rubbing his finger gently on my groin.  I instinctively started pulling back again, but he held me again and said "I told you not to pull away from me...." and I moaned quietly, surrendering. By the time he stopped, I was warm, moist, and distracted.

We finished our coffee and chatted some more before heading outside again. We walked to his car and he opened the passenger door for me.  I got in and he leaned over and started kissing me again. Soon, his hand was pulling up my skirt and sliding under my panties.  I knew better than to pull away, so I opened my legs for him and felt his large strong hand slide over my pussy.  His fingers started probing.  He knew me well enough to know exactly the right spot, the right pressure, and the right speed....and he never stopped kissing me. I completely forgot we were in a parking lot with people coming and going to get their morning coffee.  There was only him, his mouth, and the amazing pleasure he was giving me.  It didn't take long for me to come.  I asked his permission first, as I always did; he granted it and smiled, and I moaned into our kiss while I let go and came for him.

While I adjusted my panties and skirt, he walked around to the driver's side and got in.  He leaned over and kissed me again. I reached down and stroked his very hard cock through his pants.  He looked around.  No, it was much too crowded here. He started the car and drove behind the building. He found a very convenient, isolated spot, parked, pushed his seat back, and unfastened his pants. I leaned over to take his cock into my mouth as he grabbed my hair and guided me down to him. He was already very, very hard.  I licked off the precum and dove right in, knowing that we didn't have much time, certainly not enough time for the teasing I normally liked to do with my mouth.

The first time the head hit the back of my throat, I heard him moan loudly.  I focused on long, slow, deep strokes until his hand on my head and the upward thrust of his hips indicated he wanted more. I let him control the speed and the depth with his hand in my hair.  Faster with shallow strokes, then slower with deeper ones. I swallowed on the deeper strokes, relishing the feeling of his shuddering every time. As he came, he held my head firmly down on his cock; I swallowed eagerly, kissing and licking his cock gently afterward.

After, he leaned forward and kissed me again...Mmmmm...that kiss.....

Then he adjusted his clothes, pulled his seat forward again, and drove us back to where my car was parked.  We kissed again for a few more minutes, chatted some more, and then it was time to go.  We both had to get to work. I got into my car, and we both drove away.  He went his way, and I went mine.

As I was driving to work, I thought every morning should start with Starbucks.

What Women Really Want in Bed

This is a topic that I knew I'd have to tackle at some point, but it's a difficult one because every woman is different.  Still, I think it's possible to make some generalizations that can shed some light on a few things for you dogs (men) out there who are trying to figure us out.

The first thing you need to do is set aside what you want in bed, at least for the moment. While there are some striking similarities, men and women are different (I hope that isn't news to you). For most of the men I've met, sex is good if they come.  Period.  It's great if they come more than once. We women are a little more complicated than that. Here are a few of our secrets:

1. Women want to have orgasms, too. The women who are reading this will think this is obvious, but it's simply not obvious to many men. Your wife may have convinced you that it's ok if she doesn't come every time, and it is, but that shouldn't be the norm. Here's how I explained it to my husband: Imagine that you're having sex and everything is going well.  Your partner comes, and is very satisfied.  Then it's over. Would that be ok with you?  Maybe, depending on the situation.  Would you consider it good sex? What's that?  "Hell no!" you say?  What if it happened every other time or, God forbid, every time?  Get the point? Interestingly, many men will move heaven and earth to make sure their girlfriend comes, but they won't take the time to make their wife come.  Then they call her "frigid."
2. What women want most of all from sex within the context of a relationship is to make an emotional connection. Notice that I said "sex within the context of a relationship." A roll in the hay with a stranger is different.  Whether the relationship is a marriage, an affair, or a friends-with-benefits situation, it's still about making an emotional connection for the woman. This is how you got confused when we told you it was ok if we didn't come every time, because our primary need is connection and relationship. The physical part, for most women, is still important, but it's secondary. So, how do you build that connection?  Read on.
3. Women want to be kissed.  Kissing is a very intimate act. It says passion.  It says, "I want you." If you have an aversion to kissing, get over it. I have known some women and men who refuse to kiss during sex outside the context of marriage because it's too intimate for them. All I can say to that is, "Well, you won't be having sex with me because kissing is mandatory." Of course, I'm married to a non-kisser so I won't put up with lack of kissing from a lover.
4. Women want to be held.  Yes, boys, that means cuddling to some degree. Why do we want this? Because it makes us feel safe.  It makes us feel wanted. Trust me on this - you want us to feel safe and wanted. When we feel safe and wanted, we want to make you feel good.
5. Women want to be seen and treated as a lover. It's easy to treat your honey-on-the-side as a lover because you don't see her cleaning up the dog shit or your kid's vomit, but your wife needs you to see her - and treat her - that way, too. If you treat us as if we are the sexiest lovers in the world, it is highly likely that we will be. If you treat us like we're your housekeeper whose job right now is to satisfy you sexually, don't be surprised when we lack enthusiasm. Yeah, we'll probably do it.  Why?  Because we crave that emotional connection (see # 2, above), but we won't be into it.
6. Women want variety. You may love that one position every time...for years...but it drives us nuts. A little creativity goes a long way. We want to try out different positions and some toys, too. Also, I don't believe the good Lord gave me three places perfectly suited for a nice hard cock just so only one would be used. I know not all women agree with this, but it's my blog, so what the hell...
7. Multiorgasmic women want to come more than once. For most multiorgasmic women, the first orgasm isn't the best one.  The really good one is number 2 or 3 (sometimes 4). This is hard for most men to understand because you boys aren't blessed with the whole multi-orgasm gift. Stopping after the first one is a lot like stopping after really good foreplay and not coming at all. 
8. Women want to be touched - in lots of places, not just "down there." Some of us have extremely sensitive nipples and really get into sex if you pay with, suck, lick, and bite them. Some women go wild if you play with and kiss our necks and ears.  Others want their thighs involved in the touching. It may take you some time to discover where your wife or lover most prefers to be touched, but it will pay off. Oh yeah, touching in other places is important, but don't forget to touch "down there," too.
9. Women want the man to take the lead.  I know this one is going to get me in trouble, but I'm standing by it. Sure, there are dominant women, but most of us are not sexually dominant.  This doesn't mean that all women want to be dominated in an BDSM sense, but we do want a man to "be a man," so to speak. This also doesn't mean that there won't be times when your wife or lover will want to take the lead, but this is the exception, I believe (part of that variety thing; see number 6, above). Be sensitive, but confident. Gently take charge of the situation (or more roughly, if both of you are into that) and most women will melt into your arms.
10. Women want you to take your time.  Sure, there are times when a quickie can be fun, but if your whole sex life is about quickies, she's not happy. Foreplay matters (hey, that sounds like a great title and topic for another Kat post, doesn't it?). So does the afterplay. And if you're in a hurry and fingering her clit really fast and hard so she'll hurry up and come so you can get yours, it probably isn't going to happen. If you can't devote at least 30 minutes to getting her in the mood with kissing and foreplay and making her come as part of the warm-up, then maybe you shouldn't even start.

Here's the thing you really need to keep in mind - The happier your partner is, the happier you will be. The time you invest in figuring out and actually doing specifically what she wants and what turns her on will be time very well spent because then she will want to go out of her way to really please you.

And isn't that what you really want?

Mail Bag - Getting Your Profile Noticed

DauntlessD again. Recently our lovely Kat was asked for some advice. A smart, dashing, articulate gentleman in his early 30s wanted to know how to make his on-line profile or ad as attractive as possible. How do I know he is smart, dashing and articulate? Well, upon reading his email I immediately felt a kinship and thought, "Hey, he's like me!" For this topic I am going to speak to Ashley Madison because it is what I am most familiar with; however, the same principles should apply nearly anywhere.

What is that? Do I hear some grumbling? Stuff like: Who is this guy? Isn't this the guy that wrote that post about "Nice Guys"? He didn't sound like all that! What does he know?!

To the naysayers all I can say is this: I lured our very own precious Prowling Kat to me with my profile. So take what I offer or leave it. It is up to you.

On Ashley Madison they have three sections with a slew of check-boxes, "Preferences and encounters I am open to", "What really turns me on" and "What I am looking for". In truth these headers are meaningless. When scanning profiles people do not even pay attention to them. This is also true of the check-boxes. I recommend leaving them all unchecked or only checking a couple on each section. Why? Because we want to emphasize the free form text areas where we can show our personality.

Rule #1: Be fun and playful! Do this through your whole profile. Most of us on the prowl out there want a little escape, don't you? Try something like this in the first section:

Holy cow that's a lot of check-boxes! Whew, I feel a little woozy. I'd better sit down and digest this for a moment. Now wait a darn minute! They don't have the check-box I want! Where's "Likes electrified heart melting passionate kisses"?!

Rule #2: Qualify. Show that you have standards that not just any woman will do.

What really turns me on... I like bright women, women I can talk to. Being playful is so much more fun with a little light banter, even if it's non-sexual.

Rule #3: Be yourself. Show your personality (in a gentlemanly fashion).

What I am looking for... Oh wow. That alive feeling of being out of breath with my heart pounding after that first kiss. How I can't help but smile at how cute your neck looks when your hair is tucked behind your ear. The euphoria of slow foreplay.

Rule #4: Have a photo. Something preferably a bit stylish that maybe looks like a postcard, like one that shows your back as you look off the bow of a boat. Prowling you likely do not want to show your face but that is okay, just have a photo. Use every little edge you can to get yourself noticed.

Rule #5: Highlight kissing in several areas of your profile. Intimacy always starts with a kiss and women love a good kisser.

All through your profile remember to spin everything positive. Do not say, "Weekends are off limits." Say, "Weekdays are best for me." Also, do not set the tone like you are speaking to an audience; avoid the term "ladies". Make it sound like you are speaking to the very woman you are looking for. You can see this in the above line, "How I can't help but smile at how cute your neck looks when your hair is tucked behind your ear."

Once again I need to give credit where credit is due. Many of the ideas above came from the infamous RiffDog. Read his post, Ashley and Me: A Sample Profile, for more ideas.

10 Things That Really Turn Me On

I was having a conversation with someone recently about things that turn people on, and I found it very interesting how people are so different.  Things that turn on one person  can be a complete turn off for someone else.

So, because this blog is all about, well, me, I thought I'd share with my fellow prowlers the things that really turn me on.  I'm going to stop at 10 because the list could get pretty long.

1. Confidence - This no joke.  Nothing gets me hotter than a confident man. Just about everything else pales next to confidence. I've met some amazingly good looking men who did nothing for me because they were afraid of their own shadow, and I've met some men who others might not consider as attractive who could twist me around their little fingers because of their confidence.
2. Intelligence - You have probably figured out that I have a thing for smart men.  I really do. Not only does intelligence usually mean a man is quite creative in bed, but it's intriguing.  It's the signal to me that there is really something interesting to discover, both in and out of bed. Heck, I've been chatting with one guy for almost two weeks who won't even tell me his name, but he's smart and witty and I'm dying to know more (Dear Mr. No-Name, please don't think this means I'll let this go on forever without a name).
3. A Sexy Voice - Almost 17 years ago, I met a man online with the sexiest voice I've ever heard in my life.  We had incredible phone sex, as you might imagine (yes, a phone sex post is coming). We have never met in person and our relationship has developed into a friendship, but I still get wet whenever I hear his voice. My, my. my!  I also can't resist a sexy voice whispering sweet nothings in the dark.
4. Domination - I'm not just talking about BDSM here (although I like a little D/s role play from time to time), but I get seriously turned on by a man who takes charge. Here's the deal.  I'm in control in most areas of my life.  I really need a man to be a man.  That said, I can be up for a little role reversal, too, but start off by taking charge.
5. Nipple play - OMG! I'm one of those very fortunate women whose nipples are so sensitive that she can almost cum from nipple play alone, yet many of you guys neglect that. Our tits aren't just for you, ya know.
6. Hair Pulling - Maybe this is related to the domination thing.  I don't know. I do know, however, that I love it.  I discovered this by accident when a lover grabbed me by the hair 20 years ago.  What a pleasant surprise! Gentlemen, here's a tip for you on hair pulling - grab firmly close to the scalp.  It gives you more control and that is the turn on. Jerking it by the edges is just annoying and it leaves bruises.
7. Kissing - I don't mean a little kissing. I'm talking about those hot, deep, wet kisses that last three days. No matter how stressed, tired, or preoccupied I am, some deep kissing (with a dominant, confident man who grabs me by the hair on the back of the head at the same time) always gets me in the mood.
8. Passion/Desire -  As a young woman, I used to think that being turned on led to passion and desire, but I have changed my mind on that.  Those of you who have experienced a long term relationship with someone who isn't interested in sex at all know how much of turn on it for someone to want you. I guess it's easier to recognize when you've lost it, but being with a man who actually wants sex, with me, is hot. And when he shows that by being enthusiastic and passionate in bed....wow!
9. Generosity - Some guys just want to get what they want and be done with it.  Of course, these men are idiots (yes, you can quote me on that) because they fail to understand that the more they please their partner, the more pleasure they will get. A man who makes sure that I am enjoying our time together turns me on, and makes me want to go out of my way to please him. It's quite simple.
10. Experimentation - I like to try and learn new things.  I'm not saying that plain old, sweet missionary style can't be great (because it really can), but willingness to try something new and different is a big turn on. That brings us right back to confidence, doesn't it? If you're not confident enough to get a little crazy and experiment a bit, how will you ever know what really turns you on?

Now, if you recognize a lot of the items on this list from 13 Reasons Why J Was the Best Ever, you have been paying attention.  Kudos to you!

You may wonder why some things are missing from the list like a nice, big, hard cock. Try reading Does Size Matter? and you'll have your answer.

Yes, my list of 10 Things That Really Turn Me Off is coming soon.