Now it's Cara's turn for TMI Tuesday.....
1. What do you wear to sleep in?
Usually a little nightie. Baby-doll style. I just love them and sometimes wish I could wear them out so that more people could enjoy my cute nighties.
2. Do you ever walk around your own place naked?
Yes. Mostly after a shower while I'm waiting for my lotion to absorb into my skin. I tend to procrastinate getting dressed which lengthens my naked-time.
3. Have you or would you ever answer the door naked?
I don't remember a specific occasion, but I'm certainly not opposed to it.
4. What part of your body do you like to be on show? Why?
I suppose my breasts because I have been told (by more people than just Kat) that I have a great set.;-)
5. When sunbathing how much do you bare?
As much as possible. I don't mind tan lines around my bikini bottom, but I don't like them on my chest because I wear strapless in the summer A LOT, and well, I consider it to be a fashion faux pas to have tan lines there.
6. Have you or would you bare all on a naturist (nude) beach?
I have.
7. Have you ever flashed your bits in public?
If not would you if it turned your partner on? I haven't yet, but I absolutely would as long as I didn't get arrested.
8. Have you ever given a striptease or has anyone given you one? Did you enjoy it?
Yes on both accounts, and I LOVE them. I love giving them and I love receiving them.
9. Ever gone skinny dipping? Alone or with others?
A few times... When I was in college, for Spring Break, a bunch of us when to Lake Havasu and after a day of drinking and playing on lake, of course we had to skinny dip. Then, a few years ago, some neighbors of mine had a pool and I skinny dipped there a few times alone, and then one time when I thought I was alone but wasn't... Their 22 year-old son was home from college, oopsie! It turned out okay though, because he didn't mind me being there at all!
10. Do you like to look at naked people or do you want show off your nakedness?
Who doesn't like to look at people naked? I would say that I like to look at people naked more than I like to show off my nakedness, but I also like to show off my nakedness to certain special people.;-)
Bonus: Sexually speaking, what’s the furthest you would go with a partner in public? Have you had sex in public?
I'm not sure if this counts as public, but [again, in college], there was this guy who I was crazy about, so I did him in the bathroom at a party. I wanted people to know we were having sex in there and of course I was a little drunk. When someone knocked on the door to come in, I quickly put my panties on and walked out of the bathroom to the bedroom, with nothing on other than my tiny thong. I think the whole thing really excited the guy and we ended up dating for a while. Beyond that, I guess hand jobs in a movie theater are about it. I would probably do more, but only if I was relatively certain I wouldn't end up being arrested.
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Tuesday, September 6, 2011
TMI Tuesday with Kat (Nakedness) - 9/6/11
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Monday, September 5, 2011
Play Time on the Road with Single Guy
Traveling for work is not as glamorous as it looks. Sure, it gives me the freedom I need to prowl, which is great, but it's also a grind. Every now and then, though, I get one of those traveling fringe benefits that makes it all a little more palatable. This time, his name was D.
First of all, I have to admit that I broke my own rule for D. Many of you are aware that my number one cheating rule is married men only (Read Kat's Top 10 Cheating Rules). Why? It's simple. A married guy has just as much at stake as I do. A single guy doesn't have to worry about the threat of a spouse finding out and having his whole life turned upside down.
Not only is this my number one rule, but it's a non-negotiable rule. Uh.....well......sort of. It was until I met D.
I met him on Ashley Madison and his profile said "Attached" so I assumed that meant married or at least in a committed relationship. Long story short, he's divorced, but I met with him anyway. I can't say why I did. Just a feeling, maybe?
Anyway, we first met several months ago for what I thought was a great play session, and there was something special about this guy. We had a lot in common, but that wasn't it. It was a connection of some kind. Know what I mean? I even told Cara that this one might be the one that stops my prowling for good. It was that intense of a feeling for me.
But then I didn't hear from him and he didn't reply to my texts or emails. Ouch. It blew me away. Could I have been that wrong? I'm pretty intuitive, but it never occurred to me that he'd treat me like a one night stand. None of the signals pointed to that before we had sex. To make a long story short, we reconnected, then he stopped responding. Again....again. Normally, he would have been history after the first lack of response after we met, but I simply couldn't let this one go. Still, I wasn't sure where this was going, if anywhere.
So, when he asked about getting together and I told him where I'd be traveling for work and that I'd only have one night, and that it would take him several hours to drive there, I fully expected him to decline. But he didn't. And when he communicated in the early evening that day and said he hadn't left yet, I fully expected that he'd call it off. But he didn't.
He showed up somewhere between 11:00 pm. and midnight. I opened the door and smiled as I saw him standing there with a travel bag thrown over his shoulder. It had been months since I had seen him, but he was every bit as delicious - more so, actually - as the last time I saw him. He stepped in the room confidently and kissed me. Ah yes, I remembered that kiss perfectly. I'd been imagining it for a long time, and wondering if I'd experience it again. We stepped into the room, still kissing, until we were near the bed. He dropped his bag. I pulled off his shirt. Mmmm.....strong arms, familiar tattoos. He slipped off my robe, leaving me in the black satin baby doll nightie I had on underneath.
It was late. I was tired, but he had my full attention. I can't remember the exact order of things right now, but there are some things from that evening I'll never forget, like the way he moaned as I was sucking his cock when I slipped one of the toys he brought into his ass and turned on the vibration ever so lightly, increasing the intensity as I went along. I love listening to that helpless moaning, almost like begging, as control is lost and pleasure takes over. I love getting to decide if I'll give pleasure or withhold it. Usually, I'm the one who doesn't have the power in bed, but in this situation, it's a rare turning of the tables and I relish it.
He came hard into my mouth, pushing my head down onto him. He didn't have to, I already had his cock in my throat as he came, swallowing his cum, squeezing the head with each swallow, working the vibrator in his ass - not turning it down just yet. I wanted to hear him ask me to stop, to see how long we could keep this going. He finally moaned, "Please, stop, turn it off...." I did, but it took me a moment. I wanted him to feel that extra little shot of intensity as a punctuation mark to the experience. Oops....I turned it on higher first, completely by accident, of course (wink wink), then I gradually turned it down and slowly pulled it out.
I climbed up and snuggled next to him. He kissed me. We played some more. He fingered me to orgasm, took me from behind - all very nice. We talked. We laid together quietly. He rolled on top of me and fucked me missionary style so I could look at him, and I came harder than I had in a long, long time. I remember thinking as I looked at him, "What is it about this man that has me breaking my rules?"
I couldn't answer the question, but I knew I wanted more.
At about 2:00 a.m., he got up and started getting dressed. WTF??!!!!
He insisted that he go so I could get some sleep because I had to work in the morning. He was going to make that multi-hour drive back in the middle of the night. I was stunned. What did that mean????
This time, I decided not to analyze it. I'd had a really nice time, I was very, very tired, and I did have to work in the morning....uh, in a few hours. He gathered up his stuff, and kissed me goodbye.
"You'll hear from me, I promise," he said. I smiled and kissed him again.
"Have a safe drive," I whispered as I gave him one more kiss and ushered him out the door before locking it securely behind him.
I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
We exchanged a few texts the next day confirming that he made it home safely and that I actually did get up in time for work. Then there wasn't much communication at all for a couple of weeks. Normally, that would bother me, but I had learned that's just how D was.
Then the text I was waiting for arrived - "When are you traveling again? Where? Can I join you?"
I guess every rule needs an exception.
First of all, I have to admit that I broke my own rule for D. Many of you are aware that my number one cheating rule is married men only (Read Kat's Top 10 Cheating Rules). Why? It's simple. A married guy has just as much at stake as I do. A single guy doesn't have to worry about the threat of a spouse finding out and having his whole life turned upside down.
Not only is this my number one rule, but it's a non-negotiable rule. Uh.....well......sort of. It was until I met D.
I met him on Ashley Madison and his profile said "Attached" so I assumed that meant married or at least in a committed relationship. Long story short, he's divorced, but I met with him anyway. I can't say why I did. Just a feeling, maybe?
Anyway, we first met several months ago for what I thought was a great play session, and there was something special about this guy. We had a lot in common, but that wasn't it. It was a connection of some kind. Know what I mean? I even told Cara that this one might be the one that stops my prowling for good. It was that intense of a feeling for me.
But then I didn't hear from him and he didn't reply to my texts or emails. Ouch. It blew me away. Could I have been that wrong? I'm pretty intuitive, but it never occurred to me that he'd treat me like a one night stand. None of the signals pointed to that before we had sex. To make a long story short, we reconnected, then he stopped responding. Again....again. Normally, he would have been history after the first lack of response after we met, but I simply couldn't let this one go. Still, I wasn't sure where this was going, if anywhere.
So, when he asked about getting together and I told him where I'd be traveling for work and that I'd only have one night, and that it would take him several hours to drive there, I fully expected him to decline. But he didn't. And when he communicated in the early evening that day and said he hadn't left yet, I fully expected that he'd call it off. But he didn't.
He showed up somewhere between 11:00 pm. and midnight. I opened the door and smiled as I saw him standing there with a travel bag thrown over his shoulder. It had been months since I had seen him, but he was every bit as delicious - more so, actually - as the last time I saw him. He stepped in the room confidently and kissed me. Ah yes, I remembered that kiss perfectly. I'd been imagining it for a long time, and wondering if I'd experience it again. We stepped into the room, still kissing, until we were near the bed. He dropped his bag. I pulled off his shirt. Mmmm.....strong arms, familiar tattoos. He slipped off my robe, leaving me in the black satin baby doll nightie I had on underneath.
It was late. I was tired, but he had my full attention. I can't remember the exact order of things right now, but there are some things from that evening I'll never forget, like the way he moaned as I was sucking his cock when I slipped one of the toys he brought into his ass and turned on the vibration ever so lightly, increasing the intensity as I went along. I love listening to that helpless moaning, almost like begging, as control is lost and pleasure takes over. I love getting to decide if I'll give pleasure or withhold it. Usually, I'm the one who doesn't have the power in bed, but in this situation, it's a rare turning of the tables and I relish it.
He came hard into my mouth, pushing my head down onto him. He didn't have to, I already had his cock in my throat as he came, swallowing his cum, squeezing the head with each swallow, working the vibrator in his ass - not turning it down just yet. I wanted to hear him ask me to stop, to see how long we could keep this going. He finally moaned, "Please, stop, turn it off...." I did, but it took me a moment. I wanted him to feel that extra little shot of intensity as a punctuation mark to the experience. Oops....I turned it on higher first, completely by accident, of course (wink wink), then I gradually turned it down and slowly pulled it out.
I climbed up and snuggled next to him. He kissed me. We played some more. He fingered me to orgasm, took me from behind - all very nice. We talked. We laid together quietly. He rolled on top of me and fucked me missionary style so I could look at him, and I came harder than I had in a long, long time. I remember thinking as I looked at him, "What is it about this man that has me breaking my rules?"
I couldn't answer the question, but I knew I wanted more.
At about 2:00 a.m., he got up and started getting dressed. WTF??!!!!
He insisted that he go so I could get some sleep because I had to work in the morning. He was going to make that multi-hour drive back in the middle of the night. I was stunned. What did that mean????
This time, I decided not to analyze it. I'd had a really nice time, I was very, very tired, and I did have to work in the morning....uh, in a few hours. He gathered up his stuff, and kissed me goodbye.
"You'll hear from me, I promise," he said. I smiled and kissed him again.
"Have a safe drive," I whispered as I gave him one more kiss and ushered him out the door before locking it securely behind him.
I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
We exchanged a few texts the next day confirming that he made it home safely and that I actually did get up in time for work. Then there wasn't much communication at all for a couple of weeks. Normally, that would bother me, but I had learned that's just how D was.
Then the text I was waiting for arrived - "When are you traveling again? Where? Can I join you?"
I guess every rule needs an exception.
Kat's Counseling Update: Session #2 (Serious Stuff)
If any of your were wondering if I went back after my first counseling session, wonder no more. I did. I was more comfortable than I was the first time, now that she knows the secret about my double life. I decided that I wouldn't bring up the blog or AM again unless she asked, and she didn't ask this session. She had more questions about DauntlessD and JJ and "others," but nothing I couldn't easily handle and nothing too probing.
That session, though, was all about my childhood and growing up years - Not my choice, I can assure you that.
I considered skipping this update because I'm really not interested in sharing my life details with the world, and there are many things about my younger years that would make me immediately identifiable to anyone who knows me in the real world, but a promise is a promise.
First, let me say that I cringe at the phrase "younger years." It implies that I'm now in my "older years," and while the same can be said for anyone living, I suppose, I resent the implication. These are great years! In spite of the issues I have at home, they sure do beat my "younger years."
Anyway, back to the session......
I went back though my childhood and young adult years answering her questions as best I could. Parents? Deceased. Was I close to my parents? To my mother, yes. To my father, no. Siblings? Alive and distant. Children? All but one still living (and, no, I won't talk about it). Abuse as a child? Yes. Sexual abuse? Yes.
Let's stop here for a minute. The number of women I know who were sexually abused as girls or teens is very high. It's much more common, I believe, than most people want to admit. So, if you are one of those out there who is still holding on to that secret, do yourself a favor and let it go. Find a counselor and talk about it and let that burden lift a bit, ok? By the way, the same goes for men who were sexually abused. The stigma of talking about it feels much worse for you guys, which makes it even more important that you say something to someone. You are not alone. You really aren't.
I was hoping that maybe she would be ok with not knowing the details, but I knew that was unreasonable. I was prepared when I walked in that day to have to re-live a bit of the non-fun stuff from my younger years, but that didn't make it much better.
(For those of you hoping that this would be an amusing post, I apologize. As much as I thought about it and tried, I simply couldn't find a way to make child molestation funny. It's just not.)
The counselor made an interesting segue from keeping secrets in childhood to keeping secrets now. Ah, now that would have been an interesting revelation if I weren't already aware of the connection.
She wanted to know what secrets I keep from hubby. "Let's make a list," she said. It didn't look like she had enough paper, but I was willing to go with it. I started with the obvious - JJ, "others," the blog, lots of details around my prowling. The list continued until I finally thought we had exhausted all the secrets.
Then she dropped the bomb. "You know, Kat, when you start couples therapy in a few weeks, you're going to have to give up your secrets. We have a 'no secrets' policy here for couples therapy. It will be completely ineffective unless you both are willing to give up your secrets to each other."
Seriously?
Here's the issue I have with her 'no secrets' policy - Who says that having absolutely *no* secrets from your spouse is the recipe for a happy marriage? Ok, I'll concede that the infidelity thing may not fit into this category and I'll also concede that I ahve more secrets from him than I should, but I am pretty certain that all couples in long term marriages have some secrets from each other. They may be small things (how much she really spent on that sofa, how many times last week he stopped for a beer with the guys after work, and the fact that one of the "guys" was really that secretary from accounting), but full disclosure of every single detail was not in the vows.
Ladies, how many of your husbands know your exact weight? Some will, some won't. Does that mean that those who do not disclose that are "secret keepers?" Oh please.
And guys, does your wife know you're reading this blog right now? Does she know how much you enjoy Cara's photos? Right. I didn't think so.
I don't believe that we give up all rights to own lives and our own private thoughts when we marry. And having our own lives and private thoughts doesn't mean the marriage is in trouble. In fact, one of the secrets to a successful long term marriage is giving your partner a little bit of space to be him/herself.
Okay, that's enough of the heavy stuff for now. So, what are your thoughts on secret keeping within a marriage?
That session, though, was all about my childhood and growing up years - Not my choice, I can assure you that.
I considered skipping this update because I'm really not interested in sharing my life details with the world, and there are many things about my younger years that would make me immediately identifiable to anyone who knows me in the real world, but a promise is a promise.
First, let me say that I cringe at the phrase "younger years." It implies that I'm now in my "older years," and while the same can be said for anyone living, I suppose, I resent the implication. These are great years! In spite of the issues I have at home, they sure do beat my "younger years."
Anyway, back to the session......
I went back though my childhood and young adult years answering her questions as best I could. Parents? Deceased. Was I close to my parents? To my mother, yes. To my father, no. Siblings? Alive and distant. Children? All but one still living (and, no, I won't talk about it). Abuse as a child? Yes. Sexual abuse? Yes.
Let's stop here for a minute. The number of women I know who were sexually abused as girls or teens is very high. It's much more common, I believe, than most people want to admit. So, if you are one of those out there who is still holding on to that secret, do yourself a favor and let it go. Find a counselor and talk about it and let that burden lift a bit, ok? By the way, the same goes for men who were sexually abused. The stigma of talking about it feels much worse for you guys, which makes it even more important that you say something to someone. You are not alone. You really aren't.
I was hoping that maybe she would be ok with not knowing the details, but I knew that was unreasonable. I was prepared when I walked in that day to have to re-live a bit of the non-fun stuff from my younger years, but that didn't make it much better.
(For those of you hoping that this would be an amusing post, I apologize. As much as I thought about it and tried, I simply couldn't find a way to make child molestation funny. It's just not.)
The counselor made an interesting segue from keeping secrets in childhood to keeping secrets now. Ah, now that would have been an interesting revelation if I weren't already aware of the connection.
She wanted to know what secrets I keep from hubby. "Let's make a list," she said. It didn't look like she had enough paper, but I was willing to go with it. I started with the obvious - JJ, "others," the blog, lots of details around my prowling. The list continued until I finally thought we had exhausted all the secrets.
Then she dropped the bomb. "You know, Kat, when you start couples therapy in a few weeks, you're going to have to give up your secrets. We have a 'no secrets' policy here for couples therapy. It will be completely ineffective unless you both are willing to give up your secrets to each other."
Seriously?
Here's the issue I have with her 'no secrets' policy - Who says that having absolutely *no* secrets from your spouse is the recipe for a happy marriage? Ok, I'll concede that the infidelity thing may not fit into this category and I'll also concede that I ahve more secrets from him than I should, but I am pretty certain that all couples in long term marriages have some secrets from each other. They may be small things (how much she really spent on that sofa, how many times last week he stopped for a beer with the guys after work, and the fact that one of the "guys" was really that secretary from accounting), but full disclosure of every single detail was not in the vows.
Ladies, how many of your husbands know your exact weight? Some will, some won't. Does that mean that those who do not disclose that are "secret keepers?" Oh please.
And guys, does your wife know you're reading this blog right now? Does she know how much you enjoy Cara's photos? Right. I didn't think so.
I don't believe that we give up all rights to own lives and our own private thoughts when we marry. And having our own lives and private thoughts doesn't mean the marriage is in trouble. In fact, one of the secrets to a successful long term marriage is giving your partner a little bit of space to be him/herself.
Okay, that's enough of the heavy stuff for now. So, what are your thoughts on secret keeping within a marriage?
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Rated R
Hubby and I went to the movies last week. We don't get to go as often as we would like because child care is always an issue, and it makes going to a movie a very expensive proposition. We decided to go crazy, though, and we did it anyway.
We had the theater all to ourselves except for one woman who was sitting in the back corner by the exit door all by herself. I kept looking around as the previews started, but no one joined us. When the movie started and the theater darkened, I reached over and started stroking hubby through his jeans. At first, there was no response. Yeah, I'm used to that. But then....a twitch! Then another. And another.
When he felt pretty hard, I started unbuttoning his jeans for better access. That's when he leaned over and whispered, "What are you doing?"
"You know what I'm doing," I whispered back.
"Oh," he replied before turning to take a look at the woman way in the back corner. I looked, too. She was focused on the screen.
His hard cock practically sprang out as I maneuvered it through his boxers. For a few more minutes I just stroked him while I watched the movie. I could hear his breathing becoming heavier.
"You're distracting me from the movie," he said.
"I know."
"Oh." Hubby has many strengths, but he's not the world's best conversationalist, is he?
But he does have a very nice, big cock.
A few minutes later, I whispered to him "I'm going to suck on it now," and I started to lean forward to slide down to my knees.
"What!?"
"Shhhhhhh," I told him. "You're going to get that lady's attention if you're not quiet."
As I knelt on that icky, sticky floor (eeewwwww...the things I do for my marriage.....), he quickly checked on the lady. I assumed she was still watching the movie because he didn't stop me.
I started like I usually do, licking from the base to the tip, and flicking my tongue on the head before licking again.
Wait.....I have to tell you something. This entire situation is all DauntlessD's fault. He told me a while ago that I should really focus on my marriage and make an effort, rather than just waiting for it get better. OK. I interpreted that to mean that, in certain situations, I should ask myself, "What would I do if I were with JJ (or J, or P, or.....you get the picture) right now?" And then I should do that, or at least attempt to do that, with hubby. Well, if I were in a near-empty theater with JJ, I would absolutely be in a hurry to get his gorgeous cock in my mouth, so.......
Anyway, after a few licks, I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking slowly. Deep and slow. I decided it was going to have to be slow because going too fast would a) make noise and b) create some motion that the lady in the back might notice.
Just as I was getting into my groove and thoroughly enjoying the taste of a little precum, he leaned forward and whispered,' "Stop. We can't do this."
Seriously? WTF?!
I kept going.
He grabbed my arm with one hand and put his other hand under my chin and, literally, lifted me up of his cock.
I slid back into my seat. "What is the matter???" I asked.
"Nothing," he said as he pushed his cock back into his pants and buttoned up his jeans. "I just don't want to get caught."
"You've got to be kidding. You were 30 seconds away from cuming and then it would have been over."
"We can do that at home later, " he said sternly.
"Fine," I pouted, crossing my arms and turning to watch the movie.
The movie was actually pretty good and it made me forget, at elast for a little while, that my husband had just rejected me - again.
When we got home, hubby made a comment about cashing in his rain check when we went to bed.
"What rain check?" I asked. "That wasn't a rain check situation. That was a 'you rejecting me after I already had your cock in my mouth' situation. What makes you think I'm interested in putting your cock in my mouth again tonight?"
OK, I was angry. I can admit that.
The next night after we went to bed, hubby pulled out his iphone and opened the Fandango app.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
He smiled and replied, "I'm looking for a really unpopular and poorly attended movie that we can go to tomorrow night."
We both had a good laugh at that.
Then I whispered in his ear, "Who needs a movie?" and I kissed my way down his chest and finished the blow job that I had started in the theater the day before.
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So, Prowlers, would you go down on your honey (spouse or "other" honey) in a movie theater?
If you have ever, uh....."done it" in a theater, tell us about it!
We had the theater all to ourselves except for one woman who was sitting in the back corner by the exit door all by herself. I kept looking around as the previews started, but no one joined us. When the movie started and the theater darkened, I reached over and started stroking hubby through his jeans. At first, there was no response. Yeah, I'm used to that. But then....a twitch! Then another. And another.
When he felt pretty hard, I started unbuttoning his jeans for better access. That's when he leaned over and whispered, "What are you doing?"
"You know what I'm doing," I whispered back.
"Oh," he replied before turning to take a look at the woman way in the back corner. I looked, too. She was focused on the screen.
His hard cock practically sprang out as I maneuvered it through his boxers. For a few more minutes I just stroked him while I watched the movie. I could hear his breathing becoming heavier.
"You're distracting me from the movie," he said.
"I know."
"Oh." Hubby has many strengths, but he's not the world's best conversationalist, is he?
But he does have a very nice, big cock.
A few minutes later, I whispered to him "I'm going to suck on it now," and I started to lean forward to slide down to my knees.
"What!?"
"Shhhhhhh," I told him. "You're going to get that lady's attention if you're not quiet."
As I knelt on that icky, sticky floor (eeewwwww...the things I do for my marriage.....), he quickly checked on the lady. I assumed she was still watching the movie because he didn't stop me.
I started like I usually do, licking from the base to the tip, and flicking my tongue on the head before licking again.
Wait.....I have to tell you something. This entire situation is all DauntlessD's fault. He told me a while ago that I should really focus on my marriage and make an effort, rather than just waiting for it get better. OK. I interpreted that to mean that, in certain situations, I should ask myself, "What would I do if I were with JJ (or J, or P, or.....you get the picture) right now?" And then I should do that, or at least attempt to do that, with hubby. Well, if I were in a near-empty theater with JJ, I would absolutely be in a hurry to get his gorgeous cock in my mouth, so.......
Anyway, after a few licks, I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking slowly. Deep and slow. I decided it was going to have to be slow because going too fast would a) make noise and b) create some motion that the lady in the back might notice.
Just as I was getting into my groove and thoroughly enjoying the taste of a little precum, he leaned forward and whispered,' "Stop. We can't do this."
Seriously? WTF?!
I kept going.
He grabbed my arm with one hand and put his other hand under my chin and, literally, lifted me up of his cock.
I slid back into my seat. "What is the matter???" I asked.
"Nothing," he said as he pushed his cock back into his pants and buttoned up his jeans. "I just don't want to get caught."
"You've got to be kidding. You were 30 seconds away from cuming and then it would have been over."
"We can do that at home later, " he said sternly.
"Fine," I pouted, crossing my arms and turning to watch the movie.
The movie was actually pretty good and it made me forget, at elast for a little while, that my husband had just rejected me - again.
When we got home, hubby made a comment about cashing in his rain check when we went to bed.
"What rain check?" I asked. "That wasn't a rain check situation. That was a 'you rejecting me after I already had your cock in my mouth' situation. What makes you think I'm interested in putting your cock in my mouth again tonight?"
OK, I was angry. I can admit that.
The next night after we went to bed, hubby pulled out his iphone and opened the Fandango app.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
He smiled and replied, "I'm looking for a really unpopular and poorly attended movie that we can go to tomorrow night."
We both had a good laugh at that.
Then I whispered in his ear, "Who needs a movie?" and I kissed my way down his chest and finished the blow job that I had started in the theater the day before.
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So, Prowlers, would you go down on your honey (spouse or "other" honey) in a movie theater?
If you have ever, uh....."done it" in a theater, tell us about it!
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Saturday Serial - Surprises
This is the continuation of introducing two characters. The first part can be found here Morning Heartache. Saturday Serial continues.
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Sighing heavily, fully expecting "some weird guy in California" to be ignored, Danny replies to her tweet. Shocked he receives a response and a conversation ensues. It's late, he had had a few drinks. Twitter is misbehaving. He decides to send the young woman a direct message asking her to text him via phone and goes to bed.
Danny gets up the next morning and is struck with what he'd done the night before. Oh god, what is she thinking? The weird guy gave her his phone number! She's sure to be creeped out!
The young lady surprises again! He receives a text. At first conversation is strained. She seems intent on what Danny deems irrelevant to the current state of their relationship. I want to get to know the girl not the kink, it'll just be a distraction. How do I get this across to her? he wonders.
She persists and Danny allows a little frustration to show even though he fears she may scamper away. She bravely remains and Danny smiles as real conversation begins. The evening ends.
"Thank you Becka for letting your guard down a bit. I'm going to bed, I look forward to getting to know you more. Good night.", said Danny.
"Goodnight. Sir. Sleep tight and have sweet dreams", she replies.
Danny smiles broadly. On her own without any established formality she chose to respectfully call him Sir and he finds it endearing.
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Sighing heavily, fully expecting "some weird guy in California" to be ignored, Danny replies to her tweet. Shocked he receives a response and a conversation ensues. It's late, he had had a few drinks. Twitter is misbehaving. He decides to send the young woman a direct message asking her to text him via phone and goes to bed.
Danny gets up the next morning and is struck with what he'd done the night before. Oh god, what is she thinking? The weird guy gave her his phone number! She's sure to be creeped out!
The young lady surprises again! He receives a text. At first conversation is strained. She seems intent on what Danny deems irrelevant to the current state of their relationship. I want to get to know the girl not the kink, it'll just be a distraction. How do I get this across to her? he wonders.
She persists and Danny allows a little frustration to show even though he fears she may scamper away. She bravely remains and Danny smiles as real conversation begins. The evening ends.
"Thank you Becka for letting your guard down a bit. I'm going to bed, I look forward to getting to know you more. Good night.", said Danny.
"Goodnight. Sir. Sleep tight and have sweet dreams", she replies.
Danny smiles broadly. On her own without any established formality she chose to respectfully call him Sir and he finds it endearing.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Commanding Foreplay - Fantasy
The waiter leads you to a quiet table. "Here you are miss. Can I get you something to drink?", he asks.
"Just water for right now. Thank-you." You seat yourself and push the draping tablecloth off your lap.
"Shall I bring water for the gentleman you're expecting?"
"Yes please." The waiter strides away. You smile as you remember the recent telephone conversation.
"Hey gorgeous, you up for a little fun?"
"Fun? What kind of fun?"
"A quiet dinner and oh... just something I've been bouncing around in my head. It's pretty simple really, but I don't want to give it away. All you have to do is show up and do as I ask."
"That's it?"
"Yup, that's it."
You shake your head and wonder what he's up to this time. As you cross your legs and adjust your skirt you see the toe of a shoe arrive near the table. Gazing upward you find his warm easy smile looking down at you.
"Every time I see you", he says, "I'm reminded why I call you gorgeous, it's... simply what you are." You feel your cheeks redden as he places a warm hand on your bare knee and leans down for a quick hello kiss. A delightful shiver runs through you. He takes the seat across from you.
Studying his face you find yourself amused by his expression, he appears thoughtful and quite pleased with himself. Giving him a sideways look you ask, "Okay, what's on your mind?"
His smile broadens. "Well, I'm just wondering if this is going to work."
"That what is going to work?"
His face becomes serious. With the crack of command, his voice is stern, eyes flat he says, "Your panties. Give them to me. Now."
You jump with an adrenalin jolt of fear. Off balance your jaw falls open. He's not serious. He can't be serious. In stunned silence you work to sort through the spaghetti of thoughts and sensations that race through you. The shock fades, but your mind is still struggling to process. Why? You're surprised at the answer. Arousal. You're flushed and your pussy is hot.
Still looking at his face you see his eyebrows rise. Oh god, I told him I would do as he asked and it is becoming clear he is quite serious. Now, he said. Now. Heart pounding you scan area around you. You kick off your shoes, then face reddening, unable to meet his gaze, hike up your skirt and shimmy out of your panties as quickly as possible. His open hand slides across the table. In a tight ball you push the panties into his hand.
"Thank-you gorgeous", he says drawing your gaze back to him. His warm easy smile has returned and suddenly you find your face tight with your own wide grin. A sense of accomplishment and exhilaration washes through you. You watch as he tucks your panties into his breast pocket. They look like a handkerchief... sort of... Your fingers jump to your lips to suppress a giggle.
The waiter returns. Your face flushes anew and your eyes flash back to the panties.
"Can I get you some drinks?", asks the waiter.
A fog is settling over your mind. The sultry heat of your ever wettening cunt. The cool texture of the seat on your bare bottom. As if from a distance you hear, "Can we go for a quick walk out back before we order?"
"The restaurant is not too busy this evening so that shouldn't be a problem", the waiter replies.
"Well?"
Through glazed eyes you look up. He's standing next to you hand extended. You take his hand and allow him to help you up. A new sensation is pushed upon you. Cool air graces over your pussy in a rush. You close your eyes and lean on his hand for support; even the ruffle of your pubic hair was felt.
Holding your hand he leads you out to the back patio of the restaurant and arrive at a railing overlooking the river.
Closing your eyes you enjoy the light breeze on you face, the evening air is warm and the lights are beginning to twinkle in the fading light. His arms are on either side of you gripping the railing, you can feel him close behind you. His arms encircle you and your struck with how comfortable you feel. Safe.
His hands begin to explore your body. Your heart begins to beat faster. Quietly, the noise of restaurant activity is behind; the tinkling of glasses and silverware, voices that can be heard but not understood. His hand begins to slide down your belly, over your skirt, and up your thigh. Anxiety blooms when you realize where it's going.
You hear your own voice in an urgent, meek whisper. "No. No, someone could see." You try to push back from the railing only to feel his strength and arousal against you.
"Oh no you don't. I've missed you and I'll have my way." His voice is husky and hot at your ear.
You find your body responding and the little resolve you had quickly melts beneath its heat. You stifle a moan before it escapes your throat. It's lights on, you notice a boat gliding down the river and see several faces looking your direction.
Trembling, your knees gently shake. The tension builds and grows tighter like a coiled spring. You feel yourself stiffen and hear your own short ragged pants. Then your sagging into his strong arms. You feel his kiss on your neck.
"Mmmm... Yes it seems you are up for some fun", he rumbles.
It's going to be an interesting night.
"Just water for right now. Thank-you." You seat yourself and push the draping tablecloth off your lap.
"Shall I bring water for the gentleman you're expecting?"
"Yes please." The waiter strides away. You smile as you remember the recent telephone conversation.
"Hey gorgeous, you up for a little fun?"
"Fun? What kind of fun?"
"A quiet dinner and oh... just something I've been bouncing around in my head. It's pretty simple really, but I don't want to give it away. All you have to do is show up and do as I ask."
"That's it?"
"Yup, that's it."
You shake your head and wonder what he's up to this time. As you cross your legs and adjust your skirt you see the toe of a shoe arrive near the table. Gazing upward you find his warm easy smile looking down at you.
"Every time I see you", he says, "I'm reminded why I call you gorgeous, it's... simply what you are." You feel your cheeks redden as he places a warm hand on your bare knee and leans down for a quick hello kiss. A delightful shiver runs through you. He takes the seat across from you.
Studying his face you find yourself amused by his expression, he appears thoughtful and quite pleased with himself. Giving him a sideways look you ask, "Okay, what's on your mind?"
His smile broadens. "Well, I'm just wondering if this is going to work."
"That what is going to work?"
His face becomes serious. With the crack of command, his voice is stern, eyes flat he says, "Your panties. Give them to me. Now."
You jump with an adrenalin jolt of fear. Off balance your jaw falls open. He's not serious. He can't be serious. In stunned silence you work to sort through the spaghetti of thoughts and sensations that race through you. The shock fades, but your mind is still struggling to process. Why? You're surprised at the answer. Arousal. You're flushed and your pussy is hot.
Still looking at his face you see his eyebrows rise. Oh god, I told him I would do as he asked and it is becoming clear he is quite serious. Now, he said. Now. Heart pounding you scan area around you. You kick off your shoes, then face reddening, unable to meet his gaze, hike up your skirt and shimmy out of your panties as quickly as possible. His open hand slides across the table. In a tight ball you push the panties into his hand.
"Thank-you gorgeous", he says drawing your gaze back to him. His warm easy smile has returned and suddenly you find your face tight with your own wide grin. A sense of accomplishment and exhilaration washes through you. You watch as he tucks your panties into his breast pocket. They look like a handkerchief... sort of... Your fingers jump to your lips to suppress a giggle.
The waiter returns. Your face flushes anew and your eyes flash back to the panties.
"Can I get you some drinks?", asks the waiter.
A fog is settling over your mind. The sultry heat of your ever wettening cunt. The cool texture of the seat on your bare bottom. As if from a distance you hear, "Can we go for a quick walk out back before we order?"
"The restaurant is not too busy this evening so that shouldn't be a problem", the waiter replies.
"Well?"
Through glazed eyes you look up. He's standing next to you hand extended. You take his hand and allow him to help you up. A new sensation is pushed upon you. Cool air graces over your pussy in a rush. You close your eyes and lean on his hand for support; even the ruffle of your pubic hair was felt.
Holding your hand he leads you out to the back patio of the restaurant and arrive at a railing overlooking the river.
Closing your eyes you enjoy the light breeze on you face, the evening air is warm and the lights are beginning to twinkle in the fading light. His arms are on either side of you gripping the railing, you can feel him close behind you. His arms encircle you and your struck with how comfortable you feel. Safe.
His hands begin to explore your body. Your heart begins to beat faster. Quietly, the noise of restaurant activity is behind; the tinkling of glasses and silverware, voices that can be heard but not understood. His hand begins to slide down your belly, over your skirt, and up your thigh. Anxiety blooms when you realize where it's going.
You hear your own voice in an urgent, meek whisper. "No. No, someone could see." You try to push back from the railing only to feel his strength and arousal against you.
"Oh no you don't. I've missed you and I'll have my way." His voice is husky and hot at your ear.
You find your body responding and the little resolve you had quickly melts beneath its heat. You stifle a moan before it escapes your throat. It's lights on, you notice a boat gliding down the river and see several faces looking your direction.
Trembling, your knees gently shake. The tension builds and grows tighter like a coiled spring. You feel yourself stiffen and hear your own short ragged pants. Then your sagging into his strong arms. You feel his kiss on your neck.
"Mmmm... Yes it seems you are up for some fun", he rumbles.
It's going to be an interesting night.
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