My Little Slice of Heaven .....and Other Randomness

My "little slice of heaven." That's what I call my woohoo, and none of you guessed it! You came up with some fun guesses, though. My favorite was "Batter's Box," submitted by my buddy, Max. I wish I could reward Max with some time of his own in my Batter's Box, but he lives a few thousand miles away.  Such a shame. ;-)

I've been spending more time with Spartacus lately than I usually do. For those of you don't know, Spartacus is my favorite vibrator. He's quite loyal and always there for me, and he never disappoints.  It's never the same way twice with him, which is a concept that seems to elude Hubby.

So here I've been over the last month, hornier than I have been for a long time, and....well, nothing.  Almost nothing.  Hubby is....well.....he's who he is. JJ is busy. T is also unavailable, although we did have some very nice phone sex recently.  That was lovely. C is monitored more closely by his wife than are most inmates in a maximum security prison. D is on vacation. And SNS Guy remains two thousand miles away. What's a hungry Kat to do? I've attacked poor Hubby a couple of times out of pure frustration, but the lack of passion there really doesn't do much to quench my thirst, if you know what I mean.

So I just give Spartacus a new set of batteries and make do.  Hubby gave me some rechargeable batteries and a new charging station recently.  That helps.  Always thinking about saving money, dear Hubby.

I put lube on the family shopping list last week and Hubby asked what is was for. I answered, "If you don't know, then it has been waaaaaaaay too long......"

He continued to stare at me, so I said, "Spartacus is thirsty."

His eyes widened a bit with recognition and he replied with, "Oh. Ok. Is there any particular variety that Spartacus wants?"

"Spartacus likes what you like," I answered with a devilish smile.

"Oh." And that was the end of the conversation. {{{sigh}}}

On another topic......I'm in the process of writing a smutty romance novel. I've shared several chapters with a few friends, including SNS Guy and Married Guy, but I'm stuck now, not because of writer's block, but because I'm so busy with work and family that finding time is very difficult. I know you understand because the same issue has kept me from writing here as often as I would like.

As I make progress on the novel, however slow that progress may be, I've learned that I'm much better at writing smut than I am at writing romance. I can write a hot sex scene, but guiding characters through sharing their deepest feelings is much more difficult. probably because sex is much easier for me than sharing feelings.

When I told my therapist about the book, she said, "Feelings?  Romantic feelings?  You're really going to write about that?" And then she smiled that hideously condescending smile that she takes on sometimes. She invited me to share some feelings I've had recently.

(crickets)

If I had a nickel for every time someone asked me how I feel about something, I'd be rich. The last time I was with T (who she knows as Xavier, just because we all live in the same town and I wanted to be sure that his identity was safe), she asked what feelings I had for him. There was a long silence. Not an uncomfortable one, just a long one.

"I like him very much. I'm not in love with him. I enjoy his company. I get annoyed when he pulls away from me like I'm a threat to his freedom, but I can live with that."

It's at that point that she usually points out to me which of the things I've just said were really thoughts or attitudes, but not feelings.  Now she just has to repeat the word, "Feelings."

"Ok, ok, I said.  Affection. Occasional rejection and annoyance. Comfortable. Caring?  That's all I got. Except for the fact that he turns me on sexually like you wouldn't believe. I hear his voice and I'm wet and ready. Where's that on the feelings chart?"

It reminded me of the first time Hubby and I went to marriage counseling. He said something and the counselor looked at me and said, "So, Kat, how does that make you feel?"  And Hubby started laughing. The counselor was shocked and started to tell Hubby how inappropriate it was to laugh at me, but Hubby explained, "She can't tell you how she feels.  At least not on the spot.  She'll have to answer you next week." He was right. I'm much better at identifying feelings now than I used to be, but it can still be a challenge for me.

Anyway, my instinct is to have my two main characters fucking all the time - at least as often as I want to, which is a lot.  Fucking on the bus, on the bed, on the kitchen table, in the elevator, in the car, in the shower. But in a smutty romance novel, there must be some romance, so I need to build them up to fucking with some romance and feelings.  Ugh.

In the prowling world, the romance and feelings often, although not always, follow the initial sexual encounters. That, I understand.That, I can describe quite well.

Maybe that's the novel I should be writing.

Where's Dat Pesky Wabbit?

I know I haven't updated you yet on how my negotiations are going with Hubby.  Don't worry.  I will bring you up to speed soon. In the meantime, I wanted to share about my new toy.

In Hubby's effort to spice up our sex life and keep me from prowling (I told him that I would not cheat if he could meet my needs.  If not, I'll go to someone who will -- ok, I was nicer than that, but that was the point I made), he surprised me yesterday with a new toy. I came home from a long day on the road for work, and this little goodie was waiting for me under my pillow.

It's a cute rabbit, isn't it? The first thing I did was try to turn it on, but it didn't work.  That's when I realized that it didn't have any batteries.

Hubby:  Don't worry, I have batteries.

He handed me a pack of AAA batteries.  I opened the pack and started trying to insert them (in the vibrator, not in me).  They were too small.

Kat: Honey, these batteries are not the right size.  It looks like we need AA.

Hubby:  But it says right on the package (grabbing and starting to read) "Takes three AA batteries."  Damn.

Kat: Uh huh.  Do we have any AAs?

It was 10:30 at night.  If we didn't have any, I was sure the little rabbit wouldn't be shuddering with joy tonight.

Hubby: (reaching for his jeans) If we don't, I'll go to the store right now!

I smiled.  My. my, my.  That's a level of enthusiasm I haven't seen for a long time.

Fortunately, because we have kids and all of the toys and gadgets that go along with kids, we have a huge stash of batteries of all sizes. We learned about that the year my oldest couldn't play with his new Hot Wheels track because it took two different sizes of batteries (whose brilliant idea was that?) and we only had one.

Anyway, I inserted the batteries and took a close look at the little guy. Soft, but firm.  It has a gel-like shaft with some pearls that rotate at the base. There are two power controls - one for the rotation of the shaft (it kind of wiggles slowly in a small circular motion while the pearls go round and round) and another for the vibration of the bunny. The adjustable speed for the vibrating rabbit didn't have much variation between low and high, but those cute little ears did hit just the right spot, so I forgave the manufacturer for the error.

On the backside of the shaft up by the head, there is a little tiny happy face. It's all in the details, isn't it? Who was that little happy face for, I wondered? I pointed it out to Hubby and he laughed.  He wouldn't have noticed it if I hadn't pointed it out.  He never was into details.

After we went through our nightly routine of making sure the kids were asleep, he closed and locked our door and slipped back into bed with me. I poured some lube in his hand (only the good stuff would do for this occasion) and he slid his hand down between my legs, finding my clit quickly, and circling it slowly as the lube dripped from his hand.

He kissed me deeply as he fingered me, which is really new for him.  Hubby is not a kisser, but since the news about my extramarital dalliances, he has become quite the kisser.  I told you he was trying.

I reached for some lube, squeezed some into my hand, and reached for his cock. He was hard already. This is new, too.  It seems that the knowledge that other men are interested in his wife has made him more interested, too.

I stroked him slowly, starting off gently and then tightening my grip. He moaned into our kiss.

I was so focused on our kiss and his cock that I barely noticed that he had withdrawn his hand and was sliding the new toy inside me. He turned on both the undulation and the vibration, and I reached down with my free hand to properly position those little bunny ears. My clit was already hard and sensitive from his touch, and a **ZING** of pleasure shot through me as soon as those little ears hit the right spot. I squealed. He smiled and turned the vibration down, but it didn't change much.

He held the toy in place and sucked on my nipples - first one, then the other - and I continued to stroke him, closing my eyes and enjoying the sensual experience. It was the first time in a long time that I was in bed with my husband and I wasn't thinking about being somewhere else with someone else.  I was completely present in the moment.

It didn't take me long to cum. I stroked him harder as I started shaking and moaning.  His mouth moved from my nipple to my my mouth, so he could kiss me as I screamed. It occurred to me that not only was this erotic, but it also muffled the sound so I wouldn't wake the kids. He's a smart one.

After I was done, he pulled out the vibe, turned it off, got up on his knees, and said, "My turn," with a mischievous grin on his face. I rolled over and got on my knees, then leaned forward onto my forearms, lifting my backside for him. He grabbed my hips and slid his now rock hard cock all the way in with one slow, deep stroke.  We both moaned as he held it there for about 15 seconds. We started moving slowly, together. I pressed back against him as he thrusted forward. Sometimes it's fast and frenzied, but this time was slow all the way through, so we both could feel every sensation, every moment of pleasure.

It didn't take me long to cum again.  As I did, he pushed his cock in even deeper (although I didn't think that was possible) and held it there as I shuddered and moaned. As I was coming down, he started thrusting again - faster and harder now, taking full control of the situation. Within a few seconds, he came, pulling me back onto him and holding me there as he released into me.

We both collapsed on the bed afterwards, neither of us speaking for what seemed like a log time.  Then he reached over, took my hand, and said, "Wow. Where have you been all my life?"

"Right here," I replied. "You just never noticed."

"I'm noticing you now," he whispered as he rolled toward me and started kissing me.

I took his hand and moved it down to my pussy.  He exclaimed, "Again?!"

"Yes," I cooed.  "We have only started...."

After Hours in the Office

It’s after hours in the office and everyone is finally gone.  I’m alone. I turn on some soft and relaxing music and settle into my chair to use the quiet time to get some work done before I go home for the evening.

I try to work, but I’m distracted. My mind wanders to thoughts of his strong hands on me, his arms around me, his deep probing kisses.

I squirm a little and try to refocus. I succeed for about 10 minutes until the sound of the air conditioning fan coming on in the office reminds me of the sound of the air conditioner kicking on in the hotel room where I last spent time with him.

I take a deep breath and exhale slowly.  I shake my head as if that will shake off the images of his naked body in front of me just before I took his hard cock into my mouth. It doesn’t.

I look at my phone on the desk and consider trying to resist re-reading the messages he sent me earlier in the day - the ones telling me how much he wants me, how much he needs to be with me, what he wants to do with me when we are together again. I read through them once, then again. I feel a little twitch in my pussy, and I can feel my own wetness.

I sigh longingly and reach up to slide my hands over my breasts.  I can feel my nipples harden through my blouse and my bra, and the sensation of my hands brushing them sends a shudder through my body. I imagine that I’m being touched by his hands.

I decide not to fight it any more.  I stand up and slip off my panties, and reach into my purse to pull out my little pocket vibrator. I unbutton my blouse as I sit back down and unhook my front-hook bra, opening it and freeing my breasts. I turn on the little vibe and rub the head over one of my nipples, then the other, and back again. I tease myself like that because I know that’s what he would do.  He would make me wait until I couldn’t wait any more, until I begged him to touch me where I needed to be touched.

When I think I can’t take it much longer, I move the vibrator down between my legs. As I circle my clit with it slowly, I sit back in my chair, tilt my head back and close my eyes, and open my knees wide apart, imagining that I’m exposing myself for him.

My right hand presses the vibe against my clit a little harder, moving it slowly back and forth like I like it, and my left hand reaches up to pinch my left nipple. Lightly at first.  Then harder. My hips start rocking forward and back.  I imagine the vibe is his finger - no, his tongue - and a needful moan escapes my mouth. I press harder. My hips start to shake as I feel myself ready to cum.  I pinch my nipple even harder, grind the vibe forcefully against my throbbing clit, and moan loudly. My orgasm comes in waves. I release the pressure on the vibe just a little as each ripple of pleasure shoots from my clit up my back.

I call out his name like I would if I were surrendering to him fully.  I see him in my mind smiling at me, enjoying my pleasure, watching me shudder.

As the tide of pleasure recedes, I turn off the little vibe and bring it to my lips, licking and sucking on it like he would have me suck on his fingers, cleaning it completely.  I taste my juices like I taste them on his fingers or his in his kiss.

I open my eyes, and reality is back. My chair is wet with my cum.  So is my hand.  I reach for some tissue and hastily and sloppily clean up. I have a bottle of water on the desk that I use to rinse off the vibe, pouring the water on it over the wastebasket, drying it with my skirt, and tossing it back into my purse. I grab my panties and put them on. My knees feel weak as I stand to slide them over my hips. I turn and look at my chair and groan, wondering how I can get that clean and if it will show a stain tomorrow. I fasten my bra and button my blouse as I head to the janitorial closet to find something to use on that chair.

While I’m cleaning, I start thinking of him again.  When will I hear from him?  When will I see him? When will I share his bed? I feel my pussy twitch again, but this time I firmly say, “No!” out loud, as if I were chastising a naughty child. That makes me smile and shake my head.

I look at the clock, and it’s time to go home and prepare dinner for my family. I grab my phone and my purse and head to the restroom to wash my hands and make sure every button is fastened and that every hair is in place. When I see my face in the mirror, I almost don’t recognize that woman.  The glow on her cheeks and the satisfied look in her eyes are not what I typically see in the mirror before I head home after a long day at work.

As I lock the door of the office behind me, my phone vibrates briefly, indicating a message.  I read it as I walk to my car.  I smile. I knew he was thinking of me, too.

Four Inches of Pure Happiness

No, I'm not talking about a tiny dick (although you can read my opinion about cock size in the post, Does Size Matter?). I'm referring to a little pocket-sized vibrator I received recently for review. I thought I'd share the details of my experience - including all about my test session - with you, my prowler buddies.

I got a package in the mail at work about two weeks ago.  One of my employees came in and handed it to me. "A package just arrived for you," he said.  I tried to respond as casually as I could, "Thanks.  Just put it on my desk.  I'll get to it in a bit." I waited until he left to look at it. Just as I was told, the packaging was very discreet, nondescript.  There was no evidence at all that it was a lovely little sex toy from Eden Fantasys.  I left the box on my desk until the end of the day when everyone was gone.  Then I opened it.

Inside was another little box labeled, "Rocket & Lubricant 4-Way Pleasure Kit."  My, my, my!  Now that's a box just begging to be opened, isn't it?   Inside was a little 4" pocket rocket vibrator with 4 interchangeable heads (nubbed, noduled, studded, and smooth) so you can change the texture of the business end to match your mood (or need). The kit also came with some lubricant that I found totally unnecessary, but it's never a bad thing to have some extra lube around, is it? For those of you who aren't familiar with the term, pocket rockets are little vibrators that can fit in your pocket, as the name implies.  They are not typically intended for insertion, but for clitoral stimulation, although you can use it however you'd like, I suppose.

I immediately tried to turn it on, only to be disappointed to learn that I needed a AA battery. I was alone, webcam ready, horny.....and not a gosh darn AA battery to be found in my office.  That's a cruel twist of fate, isn't it?  So, I shot a quick IM to DauntlessD to tell him the goodie had arrived.  I snapped a picture to send to him, and he teased me about not being prepared with a battery.

I brought it with me when I met Dauntless for lunch a few days later.  Yes, I had located a battery by then. I had been too busy to actually stop and buy batteries, but I stole one from another piece of equipment.  I won't tell you where I took it from, but let me just say that it is a piece of medical equipment....stealing a battery from it demonstrates exactly how severe my need to cum is. Anyway, I'm not a shy gal, so I pulled the little vibe out of my purse and passed it across the table to Dauntless. He was surprised like I was about how little it really was.  Four inches really is small, ya know. And I'm talking about 4" using a standard ruler to measure, not the funky ruler that some of you guys must use to measure yourselves and report sizes of 6" - 9".  But I digress......

Then Daunt turned it on and we both were a bit startled at how loud it was.  It wasn't like an airplane engine or anything like that, but it certainly isn't something you can use in a public place without folks knowing exactly what you're doing (I know, that can be fun, too, sometimes).

We also noticed that it only has one speed, and it felt like it would be pretty intense.  I have always preferred vibes with variable speeds. The interchangeable heads looked like they could be fun. One of the downsides, though was that the same switch for turning it on and off is the switch for opening the battery compartment, so if you turn it too far when you're turning it off, it pops open.  That's not good, but it would be a minor inconvenience, at worst. Yes, there we sat at a table in a restaurant, playing with a little pocket vibe, passing it back and forth, talking about it openly, not particularly caring about the shocked reaction of the old folks at the next table.

I carried the little guy (yes, vibrators are male in my mind) around in my purse for a long time.  Too long, but work was crazy and I couldn't find time to evaluate it properly.  When I did find the time, I was very, very pleased.

My first test was in my car.  I was traveling for work and I was between meetings, so I drove out of the town I was in on a country road and found a nice, secluded, shady spot to park. I pulled my skirt up to my waist and slipped my panties off.  Then I unbuttoned a few buttons on my blouse and unhooked my bra so I could easily expose my nipples. I readjusted my seat back to a reclining position and put one foot up on the dash.

I decided to try the studded head first.  Why not go for the gusto? What was the worst thing that could happen? I turned the noisy little thing on and started rubbing the head across one of my nipples.  Nice.  Then the other.  Very nice. Hmmm....I could get used to this.

Then it was time for the real test.  I traced it down my belly and between my legs and just kind of experimented with the different sensations of sliding it across my inner thighs, around my pussy lips....

I slowly slid it over my clit and WHOA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  It hit "the spot" and sent a hard jolt of pleasure through me that made me drop the vibe on the floor of the car and sit straight up.  Holy shit! What was that?

I picked up the vibe and decided to try again, knowing what to expect this time.  It took me about 15 seconds to find just the right spot.  When I did, I applied just a little pressure and held it there. That jolt I had felt a minute before came back, but this time I didn't let go of the vibe; I just held it there and relaxed into it. Within 10 seconds, my hips were starting to shake and I was having trouble holding the vibe still on the right spot (but I managed, of course).  Note to self:  Try this with someone else holding it. Within 20 seconds, I was moaning and squirming. At about 30 seconds, I was pressing it harder against my clit and cuming hard - head back, shuddering, screaming like I do.

Soon, it just got too intense and I pulled it away from my clit and rode out the rest of the orgasm as I moved it around my clit in little circular movements. When the last little bit of shuddering was finished, I pulled the little vibe up where I could see it and looked at it. It was pretty wet.  So was my hand....and the seat of my car. It's a good thing that it's "water resistant," I thought, smiling to myself.

I used my panties to clean myself up as best I could, and went about the rest of my day visiting clients without any panties on. I had enough residual dampness that I avoided sitting down at meetings, lest the back of my skirt give away how wet I still was.

On the way home, I pulled over about halfway and tried one of the other interchangeable heads - nubbed, this time. O.M.G! It was just as amazing as the first time, although I think I prefer the studded head slightly more.  O.k., the first time wasn't just a fluke because I hadn't had sex in two weeks. Good to know.

While I'm thinking about it, here are a few things I want to pass on about this little goodie:

1. I didn't even notice the noise when the toy was...uh..."in service."
2. I had no trouble with it popping open when I turned it off, although I'll admit I was being careful.
3. Even though it only has one speed, that speed and intensity level was apparently just right for me.
4. I think I need two of these little babies - one for my clit, and one to rub on my nipples at the same time. Mmmm......

You can find this little goodie and other sex toys at  http://www.edenfantasys.com/. By the way, this little pocket rocket sells for $9.99.

In case you're wondering, I did not receive any payment for writing these nice things about my new little toy and I don't get a commission if they sell any; however, Eden Fantasys did send me the little guy for free to test.

And I'm keeping this four inches of pure happiness for myself.

A Few Random (but Fantastic!) Thoughts from Kat

You've probably noticed from my sparse posting that I've been a bit busy lately. I wish I could say that I've been so tied up having great sex that I couldn't write (well, I do have a hot story to share with you soon...I'm Kat, after all), but the truth is that I've been working 16 hour days and work has been kicking my arse. Thankfully, you have been entertained by my good friends Dauntless and Cara in my absence. I've been quite entertained by them, too.

Speaking of Dauntless and Cara, if you're new to Prowling with Kat you may be wondering who the players are. I, of course, am Kat. I've been married for twenty-something years but I like to prowl. You can read more about that in the post Why Kat Prowls. I publish my adventures here for fun. I met DauntlessD on AM and we have become close friends (yes, seriously.... Not everything is about sex, ya know). Read his post about our friendship if you want to know more. Cara is a friend of mine in the real world, and she has the the distinction of being the only person in my real life who knows my husband and also knows about this blog and the details of my prowling. I introduced Cara to Dauntless and now you can think of us as your Prowling with Kat threesome. Oh yes, fellow Prowlers, I'm way ahead of you. Negotiations are in the works to get some HNT photos of all three of us together. I expect that to be a bigger event than a WikiLeaks document dump, Oprah's last show, and the death of Osama bin Laden - combined. Stay tuned.

So, other than working, what have I been up to? Well, I reactivated my AM profile for a couple of weeks (I pulled it again, so don't bother looking for me there) and I have a whole new list of tips to share with you soon. And I can confidently announce that, yes, there are still good men to be found there.

I also received a nice new mini-vibe from Eden Fantasys to try out and review. Would you believe that I've been so busy that I carried it around in my purse almost two weeks before trying it? I know! That's outrageous! I've tried it once, but I promised a good friend that I would demo it for him on webcam before I review it and Kat always keeps her word (well, except to my husband when I promised to be faithful until death, but come on, he couldn't have thought I was serious). Besides, my webcam buddy is absolutely delicious, so why wouldn't I demo it for him first? I'll tell you more about it over the weekend, but for now I'll just say that it's a really good thing that the little vibe can get wet safely.

There's a new cheater's blog out there you should check out. Strayer is author of Waiting on the Inbox, a chronicle of his Ashley Madison experience. It's worth a look.

The most important news I have to share with you today is that the doctor has cleared me for sex!  Woohoo! So, the sex moratorium is over and I can get back to living again. I survived it.....and can't wait to see my honey.

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