PWK Lands on Another Sexiest Blogs List!

I just learned that Prowling with Kat was named as one of  The Sexiest Blogs of 2011 by  Red Region Inferno! There are 45 blogs on the list and, out of the hundreds of sex blogs online, PWK made this list of 45.

On behalf of DauntlessD, Cara, and myself - thank you, thank you, thank you! What a wonderful honor!

Prowlers, you may also recall that PWK was named to the Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2011 list, published by Rori in Between My Sheets.

I'm so glad that folks are finding PWK and enjoying it. The encouragement is awesome!

To Tip or Not to Tip?

I'm not talking about tipping your fuck buddy. If you do that, you're paying a prostitute, rather than having an affair.  I'm talking about tipping the maid/housekeeper at a hotel.

First off, I know this will come as a shock to some of you who never even thought about tipping housekeeping staff.  That's ok.  It's never too late to make the transition from selfish hick to decent human being.

The standard for tipping the maid is $2 to $5 per night, depending on the quality of the hotel.  I know it seems lousy that you should have to tip when you have already paid for a whole night when you are only going to be there for a few hours, but remember this: The maid has exactly the same job to do whether you are in the room for an hour or a full day. Don't take out your cheapness on her.

How do you know if you should tip $2, $5 or more? First, start off the with quality of the hotel and the number of stars. Tip a base of $2 at a two star hotel, $3 at a three star hotel, $4 at a four star, $5 at a five star. That's per day.  If you go on a multi-day getaway with your honey, you should tip each day, in cash.

(By the way, if you're taking your honey to single star hotels, for godsake save your money and take her to a  nicer place. Geez.)

Did you notice I said that those amounts are a base? Those amounts are the starting point. If she has any extra clean up to do as a result of your playtime activities, tip more.

Here's an example. If there is any blood or other bodily fluids (fecal matter, urine, semen) left anywhere in the room, pay above the base. How much? It depends on the mess. The only exception to this rule is that a small amount of cum on a sheet (not the bedspread, not the floor, not the wall) is within the normal range.  Anything else is above and beyond.

I think you should leave $10 if you leave a stain (or stains) of fecal matter (it's an unfortunate side effect of anal play sometimes). I also think $10 is appropriate if there is even a little amount of any bodily fluid left anywhere other than the sheets (ok, a towel is ok, too).

I assume that we all try not to make too much of a mess, but sometimes it can't be avoided. Once, after a particularly intense and kinky session of BDSM play, I left $20 and a kind note of apology after trying to clean up a little myself to lessen the shock when the maid came into the room. It was nothing like a mess left by a wild rock star, but it was gross and clearly above and beyond a maid's normal call of duty. That's an extreme example, but I hope you get the point.

If you don't want to do it for the maid because she has a crappy job, and you don't want to do it because it's just the right thing to do, please do it for me and all of your fellow prowlers. We already face enough when we check into a hotel for several hours - everything from too many questions and knowing smiles to lewd glances, inappropriate propositions,  and sometimes even higher room rates. Don't make it worse for all of us by leaving a hideous mess and not tipping the maid for her extra effort.

We're classy cheaters.  We have a reputation to uphold.

Trifecta

In horse racing, a bettor wins a trifecta by correctly picking the horses winning the first three places in a race (1st, 2nd, 3rd) in order. You've won the sexual trifecta if your lover comes in your mouth, cunt, and ass all within the same lovemaking session.

Well, in my afternoon with JJ that began as I described in Double Fisting? Yowza!, I was the lucky winner of a delightful trifecta.

Spent from the amazing fisting experience, I curled up next to JJ, kissing him a little and stroking him as we lay there. I had already come three times, but he hadn't had his turn yet.  Poor JJ.  So, I repositioned myself and kissed my way down to his already hard cock. I licked the tip with just the tip of tongue first, lapping up the precum and assessing my options.

JJ's cock is absolutely gorgeous. Thicker than average, rock hard....yummy. I took it in my mouth and started suckling slowly, taking a little more in every few seconds until it was completely in mouth.

I took in a breath and pushed down until I felt that familiar pop at the back of my throat, and then I stopped, holding him in my throat and mouth and swallowing, sucking, enjoying listening to his moans.  I stopped and repeated the whole cycle several times, sometimes looking up to see him watching me. Then he started helping me, stroking himself while I sucked him,  his hand serving as an extension of my mouth as I bobbed up and down. I squeezed his balls gently, then not so gently as he picked up the speed.  When he came, I pushed away his hand and dove down onto his cock, swallowing his warm cum as it kept coming and coming.

When there was no more tasty goodness to be had, I licked around his cock and balls, and kissed the tip of his cock gently. (I always feel like I'm policing the area when I do that.  Once a girl scout, always a girl scout, I guess.)

I crawled back up toward the head of the bed and settled into the crook of his arm again, resting my head on his shoulder, kissing his neck, then his mouth.

This was one of my favorite times - after we had both come the first time and we just held each other and talked as he recovered for round 2. That's when we caught up with what was going on with each of us and our lives. Sometimes I'd kiss his neck while he talked.  Sometimes he'd play with one of my nipples while I spoke.

After discussing the quirky issues about syncing an iPhone and iPad, he said, "I want to fuck you."  I reached down and noticed he was hard again.  I smiled.

This is where it really comes in handy to know someone as well and JJ and I know each other.  He started sitting up and I knew that meant he was moving to his knees to position himself behind me.  I rolled over and lifted myself up onto my knees and forearms, opening my knees to the right distance to ensure my pussy would be at just the right height to accommodate him.

He put one hand on my lower back and slid his cock deep inside me on the first stroke. It never ceases to amaze me how that first stroke feels even better than I remember - every single time. I started moving with him, slowly. I heard him whisper, "I love you, Kat," as he started moving faster, fucking me hard. 

I wanted to respond, but I couldn't speak. Not right then. Soon, he was fucking me so hard and fast that it was all I could do to hold on to avoid being slammed into the headboard, but it was difficult to do even that as I started coming in jolts. He grabbed my hips to hold me steady and pulled me back onto him. I squealed when it felt like his cock was deeper inside me than it had ever been. He groaned as he came, holding me there well beyond the point at which my shaking had stopped.  He held me until he was done, then he leaned over and kissed my lower back, withdrew, and collapsed on he bed next to me.

He pulled me over to kiss him right away, and I stole the opportunity to purr, "I love you, JJ" in between kisses. I felt him smile as we kissed. Then we settled in to hold each other again.

I wish I could remember all the things we talked about.  It was a potpourri of topics connected only by our joint stream of consciousness. The conversation always ended  a long way from where it started.  My favorite part was the laughter.

It couldn't have been more than five minutes when I casually reached down to play with his cock and I realized it was hard.

Shocked, I exclaimed, "There's no friggin' way you can be hard again already!"  Yet, he clearly was.

He smiled, sat up quickly, and said in a very dominant yet professional tone, "Yup, and I want your ass."

The only appropriate thing for me to say and do was, "Ok" as I moved where he wanted him and lifted my  backside, offering him what he wanted.  Ok, Ok, I'll admit it.  I wanted it, too.

You might have thought that I'd be ready for it because of our fisting play earlier, but the sweet and familiar pain of penetration was no different than if I hadn't had any anal play for a long time. He held himself at the entrance, and waited for me to back onto him. No pulling me or guiding me. He was patient while I pushed through the pain, surrendering myself to him.

I expected him to start moving, but he didn't.  He stayed still, and I knew that he wanted me to move. I moved forward and back, impaling myself on his cock again, and again, fucking him. This was such a turn on for me.  I felt like a well-trained pet, knowing what her Master wanted and obeying his commands even though he didn't say a word or move an inch.

 After a few strokes, he rewarded me by grabbing my hips and pounding me mercilessly, ignnoring my screams and moans. I felt his cock  pulsate as he came. I pushed back against him, squeezing tight, hoping he'd be pleased. He didn't need to say a word, but I knew he was pleased when I felt him bend over and kiss my lower back twice.

I snuggled up next to him again for more kissing.  We were really fortunate that day because we had four hours together. There was no need to rush. I lay my head on his chest and listened to his breathing become steady and even as he drifted off to sleep. I closed my eyes and shifted my legs to get a little bit more comfortable, and I felt his cum oozing from both my pussy and my ass. I dozed off thinking about how wonderful it felt to be with him.

I woke us both up a little while later with a little chortle of a snore. I said, "Sorry," and we both laughed. Dang! So much for my super hot sexy allure....

He started kissing me again and then he rolled on top of me for some missionary style fun. I pulled up my legs and...... well, I'm sure you know how that went, right?

After that, we dozed again for a little while, until it was time for him to go. I had another hour or so until I had to go, so he got up and jumped in the shower.  While he was getting dressed we talked about when we might be able to see each other again, and we wistfully fantasized about how nice it would be to have a full 24 hours together like we did 6 months ago.

More sweet kisses, then I watched him turn and walk out the door. I stretched out on the bed, and then it hit me.

Trifecta!

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Related posts:

Hours 1-4 of my 24 Hour Date with JJ

Hours 5 - 16 of my 24 Hour Date with JJ

Hours 17 - 24 of my 24 Hour Date with JJ

Things to Think About Before You Cheat - A Public Service Announcement

Last March I published a post (9 Things to Think About Before You Cheat) that I pulled because someone I know got really freaked out about it.  I was thinking about it today, though, and I went back to revisit it.  The ideas shared in that post are good ones and should be considered by someone before the decision to cheat is made.  So, I re-activated that post in the archives and I have reproduced it here as sort of a public service announcement.

If you have not cheated, but you're thinking about it, please read this first!

9 Things to Think About Before You Cheat

I have been having a very interesting email exchange with a gentleman over the last couple of days that has some real potential. It got me thinking, though, about the whole "before you cheat" phase of a relationship. There are some important things to be considered before you make the decision to cheat. 

As you read the list, please keep in mind that I don't mean to freak you out, but the decision you are about to make is not an inconsequential one. It could impact your children, your entire family, if you are not careful. It should definitely not be entered into lightly.

1. Are you sure you really want to do this? If you've been reading this blog for any amount of time, you know my #1 piece of advice for folks who haven't cheated yet is, "Don't do it." Why?  Because you can't turn back the clock. Infidelity is a pretty big bell that you can never un-ring. Obviously, I can't say that there aren't many wonderful pleasures that can be found in prowling (mmm..picture me smiling and getting wet as I think about a few...), but think carefully about it before you start.
2. What do you really want? Don't just say, "sex."  That's too easy. Think beyond that.  Do you want a one night stand?  Do you want a short term fling?  Do you want an emotional relationship with a sexual component?  Do you want a long term affair?  I know, most of you dogs out there just scratched your horny little heads in confusion thinking, "Uh...is it really that complicated?"  Well, it can be.  If you find a woman who wants an emotional relationship with sex and all you want is a short term fling, you may end up with a problem on your hands (can you spell s-t-a-l-k-e-r?).
3. Are you prepared to risk the consequences of getting caught by your spouse? No, you can't just say that you won't get caught. No one starts cheating thinking they will be caught  Everyone hopes and assumes they won't be caught, yet many are. If you can't handle the consequences of getting caught, don't do it. Period.
4. Have you thought about logistics? Take a look at 10 Tips for Cheating on Your Spouse and Kat's Advice for Prowling Men. These posts will give you some advice about logistics and other things you should consider in advance.
5. How much about your life are you willing to share with someone new? Some people like to share a lot about themselves and others don't.  Don't be caught off guard and end up spilling all sorts of information you had hoped to keep private just because you didn't think about it in advance.
6. Are you sure you are disease free? Do me a favor. Go get yourself tested.  You may think that there is no possible way you could have an STD because you have only been with your wife and she's too frigid or too moral (or whatever) to have been with anyone else, but think about this:  If you are bored with your sex life and want some thrills, she may have beat you to it. Or maybe she had a one-time fling with someone a couple of years ago and managed to keep the secret.  Many STDs are symptom-free in the early stages.  Go get checked out so you can honestly tell your new honey-on-the-side that you're clean. By the way, I am 100% certain that my husband would swear I have never, ever cheated and that I never would. Does that make you think twice about your own spouse?  It should.
7. How are you going to be sure you don't bring any diseases home? Yeah, I know you hate condoms.  No one likes them, but not using them is extremely risky.  And here's the real truth - most married people who cheat do not use condoms.  That should scare the hell out of you because if that sweet little new piece of ass you're thinking of screwing has cheated even once, it's likely that she did it without a condom. 
8. Do you have enough time to cheat? This falls under the logistics topic, but it's a big enough deal to be addressed on its own. If your life is too full now, you may not have time for this, and if that's the case, you could end up making some stupid mistakes (changing habits quickly, etc.) that would draw attention to your behavior and increase the likelihood of being caught.
9. Are you able to lie to your spouse? Lying to my husband is the worst part about prowling for me.  I love the man.  I feel terribly guilty for lying to him, but I do it anyway (No, I don't feel nearly as guilty about coming in another man's arms or sucking my honey-on-the-side's gorgeous cock. Go figure.). If you are incapable of lying to your spouse, that's a wonderful thing!  It also means you won't be able to cheat without getting caught.

Like I said before, I'm not trying to freak you out.  I just want you to make your decisions about prowling like a grown up, rather than a horny dog. More than once I've entered into an affair with a man who got into it and then realized that he hadn't considered many of these things.  That's when it can get uncomfortable, and it doesn't have to be. Remember, prowling is supposed to be fun! It can be awesome if you go into it with a little preparation and with your eyes wide open.

Then you can enjoy letting your honey-on-the-side blindfold you.  ;-)

Soccer Mom - A Friend of a Friend

This is not officially an HNT because those are reserved for our sweet Cara, yours truly, and DauntlessD; However, a friend of mine sent me some pictures of his current fuck buddy and I absolutely have to share them with you.

This gorgeous soccer mom is in her mid-30's.  She's a "happily" married church goer (can you relate?) and, fortunately for us, she has an exhibitionist side.

I have several other more revealing pics to share with you over time, and I'm sure we can convince her to pose more for us.  I was going to finish that sentence with "if you like her," but I deleted that part because - DUH! - you're going to like her.

Yes, I'm sure you'll be seeing more of her. Share your thoughts in the comments.

Double Fisting? Yowza!

"Rm. 301. I left the door  ajar. I'm naked in bed (except for my sweater and socks), waiting for you."

That was the text I sent to JJ as I waited in the room for him.  I know what you're thinking.  Sweater and socks? Well, it was cold.  The socks were kicked off soon after JJ arrived, but the sweater stayed on the whole time. It was a cardigan. Sexy, huh?

JJ didn't seem to mind. He came over to the bed, climbed on, and started kissing me right away. I purred, my attention completely on him and his kiss. I was vaguely aware of him kicking off his shoes and removing some of his clothes, but he didn't stop kissing and as soon as one of his hands was free, he slid it between my legs.  That's one of the things I always loved about JJ - he had his priorities straight.

He fingered me for a minute or two and then he moved away. I whined a little at his pulling away from our kiss, until I felt his tongue replacing his finger on my clit. I spread my legs wider, relaxed, and closed my eyes. He usually made sure that I came first, but this was a special treat.

As he licked and sucked, he slid a finger inside me. Then another. I got more and more excited as he moved his fingers in and out, not knowing which pleasure to focus on - his fingers or his tongue. It was a lot going on at once, but it was nothing like what was to come.

He paused for a moment and spoke, without lifting his head.

"Who's pussy is this?" he asked.

My voice quivered as I said, "Yours."

"That's right," he replied as he dove back in and pressed another finger inside me.

Thirty seconds later I was bucking and screaming, coming hard. But he didn't stop.

He left my clit alone then, but kept moving his fingers in and out of me slowly. I moaned softly, letting my orgasm subside while enjoying the feel of his fingers moving, pumping, twisting....

Then he slid a fourth finger in.  I gasped. JJ's hands are not small, and I finally realized what he was doing.

"I've been wanting to do this," he said.

I can't even remember if I replied; I was totally focused on his hand moving inside me, stretching me, pleasuring me.

I squealed when twisted his hand and started working his thumb in.

"Slow.  Slow!" I groaned.

He stopped for a moment while I took a deep breath and relaxed.  I felt myself relax and open up to him more, and he started pressing forward again.  I started pumping against his hand faster. I desperately wanted to come again with his fist inside me.

Then I felt him slide a finger from the other hand into my ass. OMG!  I came right then, bucking against him, filled up. It was a rare kind of orgasm. The pleasure was punctuated, and even interrupted at times, by the pain from being stretched to my limit as he pressed his fist deep inside me and slid another finger into my ass.

For a moment, the pain caused me to panic a bit. Does he know what he's doing?  He's not tearing me, is he? Then the pleasure would take over again and I'd moan and sink into the fog until I felt stretched as far as I thought I could be and I squealed breathlessly, begging, "Please don't hurt me..."

His voice was calm and soothing. "I won't."  And I knew he wouldn't. I finally let myself let go completely.  I could feel my cunt tightening around his fist. I was dizzy. I was spent. But he wasn't finished.

As my shaking subsided, I expected him to pull his hand out of me. Instead, he slowly slid another finger into my ass. That's when it hit me. He's going to double fist me!


I'll admit that I've never been a fan of anal fisting, but I love double penetration, so I relaxed and decided to go with it.

JJ was slow, loving, careful - taking his time as he moved his hand in and out of my pussy, sometimes nearly pulling it out before pressing it all the way in again. His fist was deep inside me when he added a fourth finger to my ass. I screamed. He asked if I was ok.  I replied that I was ok, and that it was very, very intense.

Intense is the right word. Stretched, completely controlled by him, feeling confused by the sharpness of both the pleasure and the pain. Totally exposed to him. Vulnerable. When I started to feel overwhelmed by it, I felt him slow down, kiss my inner thigh, tell me how much he loved me, how beautiful my pussy was, how he wanted me to come again for him.

That third orgasm came almost without my consent, like it was being pulled out of me. I shuddered and heard a groan escape my mouth that came from deep down in that uncivilized, uncontrolled place. I didn't fight it. I let it come and roll over me in waves.

After, JJ started pulling his fingers out of my ass first. "Slowly!" I yelled. He slowed down.  When that hand was freed, he started slowly pulling his fist out of my pussy.  As he did, his hand stretched me a again, eliciting a final squeal, leaving me feeling completely open, both spaces gaping after he was done as if my body didn't want to accept that he was withdrawing his control.

I lay where he left me, not  moving.  He got up, finished getting undressed, and climbed back into bed with me, pulling me over to him. I curled up next to him and he wrapped his arms around me. I turned my face toward his and he kissed me.

The afternoon was just beginning.....

Coffee Break

The text from JJ was simple.

"Coffee?"

The answer wasn't as simple.  I wanted to see him, but it was hard to see him in a public place.  Either I'd have to fight my desire to kiss him and touch him or I'd give in to it - a very, very risky thing to do, especially so close to home.

And then I knew there would be the temptation to find a deserted parking lot on a country road nearby for some alone time, but that would be dangerous during the day, too.

My desire to see him won out, and we agreed to meet at a Starbucks in a town about 10 miles away from me.  It was close enough to get to quickly (and get back from quickly), but hopefully far enough that we wouldn't be seen by anyone I knew.

He met me at my car and was kissing me before I even knew what was happening. Ok, I kissed back.  It was 30 seconds later before I remembered that we were standing outside in a public (and somewhat busy) parking lot in the middle of the afternoon, not far from my home.

I pulled back and said, "We're in public."

"I know," he said, looking sheepish and contrite. "Let's go in and get something to drink."

I looked around when we got inside.  I didn't think there was anyone there I knew, but you never know who might have known my husband and what I look like.

We got some drinks and sat down. I was anxious to see him on the drive over, and I melted when we kissed outside, but sitting across the table from him and looking into his eyes stirred all sorts of feelings - and mostly made me wish that we weren't stuck in a crowded coffee shop. Without even thinking, I reached across the table and took his hand. So what if someone saw me? Not touching him was torture, torture that I determined to be more painful than if someone told my husband they had seen me in Starbucks holding hands with another man.

We talked. He congratulated me on Prowling with Kat's 1 year anniversary.  Yes, it has been a year!  Can you believe it?  I look around online for the sex and infidelity blogs that were started in the past year and many of them are either completely gone or they have gone dark for months.  I am proud of the fact that PWK is still here.

We talked about our holidays, our families, our plans.

In about 30 minutes, I had to leave so I could get back to work without my absence being a big deal. he walked me to my car and we kissed again.....and I melted again, forgetting that we were in public. Yes, I know I'm a bad example, but it was JJ.  He's irresistible. Period.

I took one of the country side roads home so I wouldn't run into much traffic. It was a beautiful day and the sun was on its way to setting, casting long shadows across the fields.  It was magical.  Or was that just the way I was feeling?

It didn't matter because tomorrow I would be seeing JJ again.  But we wouldn't be in a coffee shop then, and I wouldn't have to fight my desire to kiss, touch, and fuck him.

It would be much more than a coffee break then.