Seattle Guy

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

The email read:

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

Sweet, no?

So I wrote back.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 Oh yeah. And I was horny.

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

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

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

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