Would You Like A Wake-Up Call?

JJ and I met today for some afternoon fun. We met at the same hotel we've been going to for a long time. We like it there.  The couple that runs the place is a little odd, but they are nice to us and very discreet, so I don't want to judge them.  They let us pay cash without putting a credit card down as security, and the rooms are clean. 

I've written about our experiences with Strange Hotel Guy and his wife several times.  Over the last 10 months, we've become more and more comfortable with them, and they with us. But there are still some things that are strange.

We have been there somewhere between 30 and 40 times over the past ten months - always in the afternoon and we're always out of there within a few hours. It's pretty obvious what we're doing there. But every time, Mrs. Strange Hotel Guy asks, "Would you like a wake-up call?". WTF? Does she really think we're napping? We politely reply, "No, thank you," but sometimes I want to say, "Yes, please. Call in three hours so we don't fuck right through the time we have to leave. My husband hates it when I'm late getting home."

There's another strange exchange that goes on every time, too. We ask for the least expensive room because it just doesn't make sense to us to spend a bunch of money on a suite or a large room when the tiny room will be just fine for a few hours. Mrs. Strange Hotel Guy always says, "but that room is really small," as she tries to talk us into a more expensive room.   I say, "Thanks, but that room is large enough," but I'm thinking, "All we need is a bed....and a chair....and a desk... A bunch of extra space is not necessary." I guess she thinks we need room for a rhythmic gymnastics floor exercise. More importantly, doesn't she know that the small room has more mirrors (including a full wall of mirrors at the head of the bed)? They are clearly designed to fool us into thinking the room is big, but I like watching JJ do his thing.  I'm referring to me, of course.

And then there's housekeeping. It seems that they are always cleaning whatever floor we happen to be on. Today, in the middle of our time together, there was a knock on the door and someone attempted to open it. Thankfully, JJ had engaged the locking mechanism that keeps the door from opening more than an inch.

Then I heard a voice shout, "Housekeeping!" and the door shut. We arrived an hour and a half earlier and the room was clean and ready. We were leaving in about an hour. Heck, the housekeeper was vacuuming the hall when we arrived and she saw us go into the room. Do people having affairs often need housekeeping to step in after an hour or so to freshen up the room? Should one get up and dressed for that or can she give us fresh towels while JJ continues to pull my hair and give me a nice hard ass fucking?

 It was just weird. So weird that I wanted to shout back, "No, thanks. But we could use a wake-up call in an hour or so."

Sex with the Presidential Candidates

I was surprised how many of you disagreed me about Mitt Romney (see Mitt Romney Turns Me On). Okay, I can live with the fact that people can have different tastes.

That got me thinking - What would the different Presidential Candidates be like in bed?

Don't roll your eyes.  You know I have an active fantasy life and, for the most part, this string of sex fantasies wasn't altogether unpleasant (except for Ron Paul; he's a "just say no" guy for me).

So, here are my thoughts on each of the candidates and what they might be like in bed.

Mitt Romney - I chuckled at Ms. I's speculation that Mitt would be the kind of guy who would cry after sex, but I disagree - and not just because he turns me on. I have met at least a dozen men like Mitt Romney - Suited up, buttoned down, straight laced, and bored to tears from being with the same woman for 30-40 years. Assuming Mitt is like these guys, even a little, he'd be very nervous for the first few minutes in the hotel room, but once he calmed down, he'd be quite the wild man, letting it all loose and willing to experiment with everything.  He'd be seriously into pleasing his partner because he secretly knew that he was hot and the lack of  excitement in bed he'd experienced for the last 40 years clearly was not about him.

And Mitt would be a talker in bed. Mostly, he'd talk about himself, but he'd be a talker nonetheless, which would inspire me to either convince him to "play the quiet game" or gag him, which  would certainly excite him into premature ejaculation.

Sex with his wife, however, is probably boring and uninspired, but he has no idea why she sometimes falls asleep during "the act."

Rick Santorum - Rick's idea of wild sex probably consists of having sex with the light on (gasp!) on top of the covers (omg!), after neatly folding and putting aside Grandma's special quilt, of course. 'Nuff said.

Newt Gingrich - Newt is a bad, bad boy with a naughty streak. Like Mitt, he probably talks during sex, but he is all about dirty talk. Because vanilla sex is boring to him after years of playing around, I picture Newt in leather and a dog collar, begging a dominatrix to tighten that ball stretcher just a little more.  He's clearly into pain and humiliation.

Ron Paul - I can imagine Ron chasing his wife around the bedroom giggling as they role play - the master of the estate and the milk maid, daddy and bad little girl, doctor and naughty nurse (wait, that one isn't role playing,is it?). It's all about the build up and foreplay for Ron, which he will drag out a long, long time even when it's clear that his partner isn't interested anymore.

Barak Obama - Barak is the kind of guy who probably checks himself out in the mirror during the act. He's very impressed with himself and he wonders if the woman he's with knows how lucky she is that he chose her to receive his magic juice. He puts much more energy into getting her into bed than he expends once he's actually there with her. It's only a matter of time before he decides that one woman can't handle all his hot-daddy-bama power and spreading the love is the only kind thing to do for the women of the nation - no, the women of the world.

To tell you the truth, none of these guys is really worth the effort,  I'll stick with JJ.

A Gorean Treat

Daunt here. I don't think it's ever been mentioned on the blog, but Kat is an avid reader. When we first met her a little over a year ago, one of the things we talked about was reading. During our chats I recalled an old series of books I read in high school that were a turn on for me about the primitive world of Gor. I have a hunch our regular readers will enjoy this little excerpt I recently ran across, so without further ado here it is.

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I looked at the girl, a slave, beautiful in the scant diaphanous silk I allowed her to be clothed in. She had been insolent toward Rim when he had been in shackles; laughing, teasing, mocking. That was until I released him, and gestured my head toward him. "You are his," I told her.

"No! No!" she cried and threw herself to my feet weeping, her head to my sandals. "Please Master! Please, please Master!" She looked up and saw the inflexibility in my eyes. Her lower lip trembled and she put her head down.

Rim lifted the girl to her feet by the hair, twisting her head and bending her body. "Gather together whatever you need, bells and cosmetics, and such to please my senses. Then go and prepare me a bath and food."

"Yes Master," said the girl. He twisted her hair more. She winced, her back bent painfully. "Do you wish me to submit now?" she begged.

"Do so," he said.

She fell to her knees before Rim, and lifted her head to regard him. "I will be your slave," she said. Then she knelt back on her heels, lowered her head, and lifted and extended her arms, wrists crossed as though for binding. She was a gorgeous creature, I wondered if I had been hasty in my decision. "I am your slave," she said to him, "Master."

"Go," Rim said to her.

"May a girl not beg for her name?" she asked.

He looked at her. "Cara," he said.

She had been named.

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This little passage is from book 8, Hunters of Gor, and it brought a smile to my face! I am sure that none of our Prowling with Kat readers would ever want to treat our lovely Cara this way!

* I modified this passage from the book just slightly so you would not need to know as much about the story. However the gist of the event and the names of the characters are unchanged.

A $10 Hard-On

My husband is very frugal. Normally, that is a good thing. At the grocery store, it's a very good thing. In the bedroom, not so much.

Here's the story.

Like many men (and I do mean *many*), Hubby relies on assistance from Viagra from time to time. This is not a problem. But when you combine Viagra ($10 per pill) and frugality, there is a problem.

To save money, Hubby cuts the pills, not in half, but in quarters. Apparently, rock hard sex is worth $2.50 to him, but not $10. The issue is that a quarter pill doesn't always produce the desired results. In fact, the rate of "success" with a quarter pill is about the same as with no pill at all. 

I've tried using logic. "Honey, four failed attempts with quarter pills actually costs $10. What if we have sex less and go crazy with a whole pill instead?"

Logic didn't work.

I've tried extra foreplay, giving it more time to work and making the whole event as hot as possible.

Extra foreplay didn't work.

I've tried fantasy, showing him naughty photos of Cara and talking him through a nasty three way scene.

Fantasy didn't work.

I've tried peer pressure mixed with shame, telling him that "Cara would want you to take the whole pill."

That didn't work, either.

Finally, last week I figured it out. When we went to bed, I took off all my clothes and cuddled up next to him. Then I handed him a $10 bill. "What's this for?" he asked. "I'd like to buy a $10 hard-on, please."

FYI - A $10 hard-on rocks!!!!

On Becoming a "Mature" Woman

A few days ago I corresponded with one of our readers. He emailed and we struck up an email conversation that eventually turned into a phone call.

We talked about lots of things, but one of the things that struck me was that, as we were talking about sexual exploration, he commented that it's not common for people my age to be so open about that sort of thing.

My age?

He's 31. I'm 47.

Don't misunderstand. He wasn't insulting me at all. He was helping me and providing some valuable insight for my business. Well, not when we were talking about sex, but that's where the conversation ended up - business.

It finally occurred to me that 31 year olds look at 47 year olds as "old." Yes, virtually 50. {sigh} And when I remember back to when I was 30-31, I did the same thing. I assumed that sex at 47 must be very sad , a poor reflection of the hot sex I was having at 30.

If I could go back and speak with 31 year old Kat about the matter, I would tell her that she has no idea how amazing sex in her mid-late 40's is going to be, and that the sex she's having in her early 30's is like spaghetti without sauce or nachos without jalapenos. Not bad, but nothing as tasty as it will be later.

At 47, I am much less inhibited than I was at 31 (and I wasn't very inhibited then). I have an appetite for new and different things, and I'm much less concerned about how I will perceived than I was 16 years ago. I have a true sense of who I am and what I want. At 31, I would have said that I did, but I had no idea how much more of me was yet to be discovered by me.

Without question, the best sex of my life has been in my 40's. I am certain that 20 or 30 year old Kat would never have believed it would be possible.

I remember my aunt telling me that a woman really comes into her own in her 40's and that the 40's may possibly be the most exciting time of a woman's life. At this stage of my life, I would agree with her, but I'm kind of interested in what the 50's will bring. Many of the limits that used to be placed on women have been pushed aside and our lives are, for the most part, more within our control.

The problem is that we tend to give that control away, or trade it away for security, safety, sometimes "love." If we can avoid giving it all away, incredible experiences await us.

Light Bondage Anyone?

Lying in the center of the bed Madison’s eyes look up at me expectantly. I reach down and grab her wrist. As I do so, I recall the conversation we had recently.

“You didn’t tell me about that Toy Review you did Daunt!”

“Well, I’m sorry, it was the last blog post I had published right after you had contacted me again. I just assumed you had read it”, I reply.

Madison laughs. “Well after I read your review I clicked on the link to EdenFantasys and I found something... and I ordered it!”, she teased.

A grin spreads across my face. “Oh really?”

“YES! They were pink, my favorite color, and I just had to have them! Pink cuffs with tethers!”

Wow! My heart skips a beat. Playing with a little bondage was something that had always sounded exciting to me, but I had never really done it; and from our discussions neither had Madison. Could I go through with this? Would it meet her expectations? I decide to play it cool and answer, “Oooh THAT could be fun...”

I look down at Madison, her piercing blue eyes are wide as they search my face; a lopsided smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. I smile back at her as I wrap the pink cuff around her wrist and fasten the Velcro strap. Grabbing the tether attached to the cuff, I pull her arm up and tie it to the headboard.

Madison gives an experimental tug. A nervous laugh escapes her involuntarily. “Wow... this thing really has my arm good...”

I walk around to the other side of the bed. Madison’s eyes follow, then her head turns. The half grin pulls tighter on her face as I loop the second cuff around her wrist and tie its tether to the headboard.

Madison’s breasts rise and she takes a breath then she pulls on both wrists. The Velcro crackles as it tightens and a thrum can be heard as the tethers attached to the cuffs go taut. “Suddenly I’m not sure about this...” More giddy laughter. “What are you going to do?”

I allow my eyes to roam her naked body, thighs, belly, breasts, face. Half lidded, my eyes lock on to hers. “Oh, I have plans for you.”

I reach out to the nightstand, gather the blindfold and show it to her. Her breathing quickens as I cover her eyes stretching the elastic band behind her head. With an unsure giggle she asks, “Really? I’m not going to be able to see either?”, but I don’t reply. I step away from Madison and admire her. I watch the rise and fall of her breasts with her breathing. She turns her head a little as if straining to listen.

Deciding to build a little more anticipation I speak. “Madison, I need to get something. I’ll be right back.” I step to the door and open it allowing the outside noise to flood the room. After a moment I close the door allowing her to believe I’ve left the room. I would never really leave her tied to a bed alone, but I thought the illusion may be exciting for her. She moves her head and pulls on the cuffs again. Her legs shift nervously. After a couple more minutes I mimic returning. Again the door opens filling the room with noise, then closes.

“What did you go get?”, Madison asks.

I don’t answer allowing her mind to wander. Is it Daunt? Oh, god, is it someone else? No, he wouldn’t do that to me, but what is he doing? How do I know it’s him? What if someone else came in and he doesn’t know?

Zzzzzziiiippp.The sound of a zip-lock bag opening breaks the silence. Madison’s head quickly turns toward me as I draw forth the mink fur glove. Her head cocks as she hears the crinkle of plastic as I put the bag away. Slipping the glove onto my hand I step toward her placing my bare hand on her thigh. Her body goes rigid, hands snapping forward only to be caught by the cuffs. She takes a quick ragged breath. I lay my mink gloved hand lightly on her chest above her breast, then slowly slide it down her body. “Mmmmmmm, what IS that?”, she purrs. I glide the glove over her body, circling her breasts, lightly brushing it between her thighs, teasing her occasionally by pulling it away. Appearing of its own volition Madison’s body strains toward the the glove desiring its touch.

Soon it is clear that Madison has completely relaxed having given over herself to the erotic sensations of mink gracing her skin. I put the glove away and slide my bare hand up her thigh. She tenses slightly as my fingers slip into her wetness. I curl my fingers upward and begin to massage her G-spot. I feel her shudder as I place a vibrator against her clit. Soon her hips begin to rhythmically rock. From inside her pussy I can feel the tension building within her. She begins to gasp as if straining for breath. She convulses, knuckles white as her arms strain against the cuffs. Moaning loudly in an almost shriek, her orgasm takes her.

Once her shudders have subsided I lift the blindfold from her eyes. “Are you still with me?”, I ask.

“Oh god yes!”, she replies.

JJ's New Blog and Other Places to Find Us

JJ finally jumped in with both feet and started his own blog: JJ Loves Kat! We'll both be posting there and it will give you a chance to see a side of us that you don't see here (although there will be sex there, too, of course!). JJ's blog is brand new so expect the bells and whistles to appear over the next couple of weeks, but the first posts are already up.  Go take a look, and follow!

You may or my not know that I also have a FetLife account (look for shackledkat; friend me and I'll friend you back). I'm fairly new to FetLife, but I've decided to do my personal journaling there. If you're interested in following along, join me over at FetLife.

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