Payback

I woke up to stolen anal sex this morning. Hubby cuddled up behind me while I was sleeping on my side. I was fast asleep and didn't even notice he was there until he was pressing his hard cock into my ass.  Ouch!

Now, he knows I don't mind anal and I'm glad to oblige when he wants that, but doing it without any lube, even my own pussy juices, is not my favorite.  And waking up to it in the morning without any lube is just, well, let's just say it's not my favorite way to wake up.

But, being the good wifey that I am, I took some deep breaths and then started moving with him so he could have a nice experience.

When he was done, he tucked a hand towel between my cheeks and said, "Mornin', Kat" with a triumphant laugh, as if he'd scaled Mount Everest or accomplished the world's hardest task. What made me laugh at that was that fucking Kat in the ass is no great accomplishment. Lots of men have done it. ;-)

I got up, showered, got dressed, and started my day. He did the same and headed out to a doctor appointment.  I ran into him a little later in the morning and I learned that it was one of THOSE doctor appointments, the kind where the doctor slides his gloved, lubricated finger into a man's anus.

Kat:  How'd you like that ?

Hubby:  Geez, how could anyone like that?! He didn't give me warning so I wasn't expecting it and then I'm sure he went in further and took longer than was necessary. Glad that's over for a long time.

Kat:  And just imagine....his finger is much thinner and shorter than your hard cock, and he used lube, too.

Hubby looked confused.  I think he even cocked his head a little bit trying to figure it out. Then his eyes lit up with recognition.

Kat:  Payback can be a bitch, can't it? And I didn't even have to plan that.

Hubby:  Yeah, but what we did was completely different........

I didn't stick around to hear the rest.  I just gave him a kiss and said I'd see him at home later.

Over my shoulder, I shouted, "Now you owe me....."

My version of payback will be much more fun.

Porn Sex vs Real Sex

Hey Prowlers!  When I saw this I just knew I'd have to share it with you.

Which part made you chuckle or cringe?

Room 201 (Part 2 of 2)

Click here to read Part 1 of this post.

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I smiled, rolled over, and positioned myself on my knees and forearms. He slid himself inside me and fucked me slowly for about 30 seconds, then he pulled out and pressed his cock into my ass. I squealed and pushed back against him. As he pounded my ass I had a split second flashback to a time about a year and a half ago when he told me that he didn't mind if I screwed around with someone else as long as I remembered that my ass was his.

I was about to giggle about that, but I was yanked out of my daydream by the burning sting I felt when he brought his hand down hard on my bottom. I flinched and squealed. He slapped me on the other side. I flinched again. I waited for another slap, but it didn't come. Instead, he rabbit-pumped me - hard!- until he came.

He leaned over and kissed my back, and then he rolled back onto the bed next to me and we kissed some more - not frantic and demanding kisses, but gentle and passionate ones.

"You know," I told him. "It's been well over a year since I had any anal and that was with you."

He smiled and said, "Good," and continued kissing me.

I suppose my ass is his.

In between kisses, we talked again, this time about what's going on with his work and how our hotel has changed ownership again. We figured that it had changed ownership about 4 times since our first time there. There's a poster on an easel in the lobby showing the newly renovated rooms, but the room we were in, one of our regular rooms, was exactly the same. Same mirror covering the whole wall at the head of the bed.  Same carpet. Same ugly curtains that had come partially unhooked. The good news was that it was a bit cheaper now (Woohoo!).

He silenced my chatter by kissing me some more, and he got no argument from me.  I've always loved his kisses.

Unexpectedly, he got up on his knees and patted my back.

"Come on," he said.

I raised an eyebrow.  "Again?"

"Yep."

This time when he entered me I was in need again. I closed my eyes and didn't think.  I just focused on the feelings and sensations. I was torn, wanting to come, but also wanting it to last forever. In the end, I had no choice.  My body took over and I shuddered, then relaxed into the pleasure flowing electrically through my whole body. Through the fog, I felt him come.  Then he leaned over and kissed my back, then my lower back. The contrast between the power he shows when he fucks me and the gentleness when he kisses my back like he does melts my heart every time.

We curled up together again and kissed some more. It occurred to him that we should check messages since both of our phones had been buzzing and beeping for the last hour. My messages didn't have anything that couldn't wait. Unfortunately, he had a message from his wife indicating that she needed him, so he had to go early. We took another 15 minutes, though, to cuddle, kiss, and talk. We cleaned up and got dressed, and before we left we agreed on the next time we'd meet. Parting was easier because I knew when I'd see him again.

When we got to the parking lot, he kissed me at my car, and then walked to his and drove away. And so our encounter was over.

This morning, I miss him. I'm sore from our playtime, but it's the kind of soreness I love. It reminds me of the passage from The Underfucked Pussy post that talks about a woman needing to fucked wide open by a man, needing his strength, his firmness, and his masculine energy. The soreness reminds me physically that I experienced that...

.....and that my ass is his.

Stealing Anal

I was awakened at about 3:00 a.m. this morning by a hard cock rubbing against my back side. That's not a bad way to wake up. Since we were new together, if Hubby couldn't sleep, he would wander over to my side of the bed and start rubbing against me.  Sometimes he'd slide it in me, sometimes just against me, but he'd do his thing until he came and then he'd roll back onto his side of the bed and sleep.

My response depended on many variables.  If I didn't wake up, I did nothing, of course, but I'd find the evidence of what happened in the morning and I'd usually ask him how it was. You may wonder how I could sleep through sex stolen in the middle of the night, but that was common for me during what I call, "The Decade of Exhaustion." That's the period of time in my life when I was working more than full time, going to graduate school, and I caring for a very small child at home. If I was fortunate enough to fall into a deep sleep, itself a miracle, there wasn't much that could wake me up.

If I did wake up, I'd do one of two things: 1) Ignore it and try to sleep anyway (because didn't he understand that I just got the baby to finally go to sleep and hour ago and I had to be up in 2 hours!!???), or 2) Join in the fun (Sleep is overrated. Sex is great.).

Last night This morning I woke to the feel of his cock against me. I slipped another step into consciousness and noticed that his cock was lubed because I could feel the slickness as he slid against me. I was really tired and trying to decide if I'd be able to get back to sleep if I just ignored him.

Then I felt a little more pressure and my eyes popped open.

Is he really trying to steal some anal? I asked myself.

Yes, that's exactly what he was trying to do. With each stoke he was pressing against my ass with just a little  more pressure, stretching me just a tiny bit, then more, and more.

I didn't move. I wondered how far he'd take this.

A few strokes later, the head of his cock popped in. I bit my lip and held my breath, willing myself not to move or make a sound, in spite of the pain. He froze, like the way a child sneaking into the kitchen at night to steal a cookie freezes when the floor squeaks. He waited. Then his cock involuntarily throbbed, and I.....

.....burst out laughing.

"Did you really think you could steal some anal without waking me up?" I asked him.

He said, "Oh, you're awake," and he grabbed my hip and drove himself all the way inside me. I gasped and grabbed onto the side of the bed to steady myself while he pumped me hard.  He came quickly, pulled out, cleaned himself off, and rolled over to go to sleep.

Wide awake by then, I rolled over with him, snuggled up against his back and started talking to him....about last night's baseball game, about my plans for today, about our son's academic progress, about the status of our bills, about my current work project. I could tell he was trying to sleep, but I just kept talking.

Finally he rolled over and said, "Kat! It's the middle of the night. I need to sleep.  Why are you doing this?"

I kissed his neck softly and whispered in his ear. "Because stealing anal isn't free."

Thump! (squeak)

The last meeting with one of the guys I've written about before was particularly interesting -  funny, scary, and strange. I'm not going to mention which playmate he was, just in case some of his friends see this.  I'll just call him Q.

Q and I had been playing for a couple of hours already when, after a break, he told me to put my hands behind my back. I knew what he was planning, but it was ok because we had talked about it and I trusted him, so I rolled onto my side, toward the edge of the bed and put my hands behind my back. He fastened some leather cuffs onto my wrists and snapped a metal ring, attaching them to each other.

I looked over my shoulder at him and smiled.  He told me not to move and he got up to get something out of his bag. He came back with a ball gag and a blindfold.

"Open up," he said, like someone trying to get a toddler to eat something. I opened my mouth and he put the soft ball between my teeth and fastened the headgear tightly.  Then he put on the blindfold.

I know I said I trusted him, but at that point I was scared.  I felt very vulnerable. What if he wasn't the guy I thought he was? I could hear him moving about the room, going into the bathroom, telling me not to move. I was right on the very edge of the bed and I wanted to scooch backwards a bit, but I knew he was serious about me not moving.

He came to bed and snuggled up to me, spooning right behind me. He kissed my neck, started talking dirty to me, which I l-o-v-e, before playing with and pinching my nipples. After a minute or so, he applied some nipple clamps.  They weren't so bad at first, but then he started tightening them up slowly. He'd tighten a little and then wait. Soon, the pain was VERY intense, and I was just about at my limit, but I couldn't use a safe word or tell him to stop.  All I could do was try to scream and kick, but he had me very well gagged and his leg was thrown over mine so I couldn't move.

He managed to attach a chain between the clamps.  By then, the pain was still extreme, but I was relaxing into it a bit and becoming very turned on by the whole experience.

He pulled the chain between the clamps up to my face and somehow attached it to the gag apparatus. That pulled the chain taut. I moaned. I could hear and feel him reaching for something.  It turned out to be lube. In a few seconds, he was sliding his hard cock into my ass, one arm wrapped around my hips to pull me back onto him.  He didn't go in slowly and gently.  No, he forced himself in me in one driving stroke.  Even with the lube, I couldn't help but respond with a muffled yelp and an attempt to wiggle away from him. Of course, there was no escape.  He had his arm firmly around me and I was right on the very edge of the bed.  If I leaned forward at all, I'd be on the floor. The good thing about the hotel was that it was a very nice classy place.  The bad thing was that the bed was high off the ground, not 24 inches off the ground like the cheap motels.  If I fell off the bed, it would be l-o-n-g fall.

That's what I was thinking about when he roughly pulled my head back by my hair. As my head went back, the chain to the nipple clamps pulled up and the pain in my ass suddenly disappeared as my nipples felt like they were on fire.  I screamed into the gag loudly, but it came out as a pathetic little moan. Wow, I thought, this gag really works well! But I did't think that for long because the pain reached a crescendo where it was all I could think about.  All my attention was focused on my tits. I barely noticed that he had started moving again, fucking me, or that he was saying something to me.

I was breathing hard. I finally came to my senses and stopped struggling, knowing that he would release my head if I was good. That's exactly what he did.

"Good girl," he said. "Are you ready to be a good fuck toy?"

I nodded yes slightly, trying not to move the nipple chain much.

"What was that?" he said laughing. He was definitely enjoying this. The truth is I was enjoying it, too. I nodded in a more exaggerated motion, hurting my nipples myself, which is what I know he wanted to see.

"Good girl," he said again, and he redirected his attention back to pumping his thick cock in my ass. He had already cum twice so I suspected this was going to take a little longer than I might have liked, and I was right. Every now and then he'd pull my hair back, I'd squeal in pain, he'd laugh, and then he'd release me and focus back on the fucking. Eventually, he was fucking me so hard and forcefully that I was having trouble staying on the bed. I pushed back against him and tried to roll backwards in between thrusts - all unsuccessfully. I tried to "talk" calmly but loudly to let  him know I was trying to say something, but all he would do in response was pull my hair back until I was quiet again.

When you're about to fall three feet off a bed without your arms to break the fall, you start to think strategically   I decided I would do everything I could to "be good" so he would't be holding my hair when it happened.  That could be very, very bad. I tried to remember where the night stand was.  Was it right next to me head, or a few inches further up?

I could feel that he was getting close to coming by the way he was moving and the way his cock had enlarged and hardened just a little bit more. Maybe I'll get lucky, I thought, and he'll cum now and I won't fall.

His final thrust as he came was powerful, launching me off the bed. As I it the ground, I heard a loud THUMP, and a little squeak coming from me. It sounded like the squeak of a carnival cupie doll.

A second later, I heard him shouting, "What the fuck?!" and I was moaning in pain. I hadn't thought about what would happen if I landed on my front side and I fell on those nipple clamps. That pain was competing with a sharp pain coming from my head.

I felt him unfastening the ring between the wrist cuffs.  I didn't wait for him to take the cuffs off; I immediately reached underneath myself and pulled off the nipple clamps which sent a shot of pain through me that made me dizzy. I reached up and tore off the blindfold.

That's when I saw the blood.

I pulled off the gag and threw it across the room. I put my hand on my head and sat up to assess the damage. Blood was gushing down my face.  I looked at him and saw that he was white as ghost. His mouth was open, but he couldn't speak.

Men are useless in an emergency, I said to myself, and I got up and headed to the bathroom to check out the injury.

Apparently, my head hit the base of the nightstand next to the bed. The base was like a little four inch pedestal for the table so my head hit it at full force and speed as a I fell, before any other part of my body hit the ground. I'm lucky I didn't break my neck.

I looked in the mirror and saw the gash on the left side of my forehead right at hairline. It was about four inches long and pretty deep, which explained all the blood, but it was a pretty clean cut and it was well placed. It was likely that I wouldn't even have a scar, as long as I got to a doctor to get some stitches soon.

I took a look at my breasts as I was cleaning up. My nipples were seriously bruised and still very painful. Damn, I thought, I hope I don't have to explain that.

I managed to clean myself up and slow the bleeding. I held a clean towel (I had already gone through two) against my head and walked back into the room. Q was sitting on the edge of the bed naked, starring into space, right where he was when I left the room.  He looked like he was in shock.

I looked at the wall in front of him and there was a thin line of cum on the wall. I guess he was coming right when I fell onto the floor.  I was impressed that he squirted that far so far into our playtime.

I sat down onto the bed next to him. Neither of us said anything for a couple of minutes. Then he said, "That sure was a pathetic little squeak that came out of you when you hit the floor."

I looked at him and we both laughed. After the laughter died down, I could tell that he felt terrible. He said, "I'm so so..." choking up at the end of the sentence.  I leaned over and put my head on his shoulder and told him it was ok. He turned to me and put his arms around me to hug me, but I jerked away violently.

"If you touch my tits, I'll swear I'll kill you," I snapped.

At first, Q looked confused, like he couldn't tell if I was joking or not.

Then he flashed a big smile and said, "So, does that mean you don't want to go again?"

"No, thank you," I said politely. "I need to get to the hospital."  I proceeded to get dressed and gather my things. As I did it crossed my mind that the room was in his name and he had secured it with his credit card, which means that he would be charged for the damage - the blood-stained carpet, the towels, the blood splatter on the wall. That made me smile, and I wasn't going to say anything to him about it, but I decided that I'd stop at the front desk and let them know what happened.  I wouldn't want them calling the police because it looked like someone had been assaulted. I ended up telling him that's what I was going to do.

When the people at the front desk saw my forehead, they wanted to call and ambulance, but I convinced them I could drive.  Instead of going to a hospital, I went to my doctor's office which was still open. The drive gave me time to think of an explanation for Hubby.  I came up with something believable, and all went well when I finally got home.

What happened with Q?  He never called me again and I never called him. But every time I hear a little squeaky sound from a squeeze toy, I think of him and smile.

Don't You Hate It When.....

... you have to come into the office on your vacation to let the phone guy in, so you decide to work on configuring your new computer while he's doing his thing and it's frustrating because Windows 8 is brand new and a bit strange, and the strangest thing so far is that there's a little (not so little) space on the home screen that scrolls through all the photos in your picture folder, whether you want them to or not, and you really don't want them to because you have some photos in there that no one should see at work, but you can't finish the job because the phone guy comes up from the basement to explain what he did and, even though he's a very attractive young man, you're not into him because you're a little annoyed with him because he's the reason you had to come in to work on your vacation, even though it's not his fault, so you turn your chair around to talk to him and he's explaining.... Blah blah blah.... And it's all bullshit anyway because he's saying he couldn't finish the job because someone somewhere didn't do something right and he needs to come back on Friday which means you'll lose another day of vacation, and you're getting even more annoyed when you notice that he's not looking at you anymore; he's looking over your shoulder, and you turn around to see what he's looking at and you see a picture of JJ's cock in your ass on your monitor, and you close your eyes even though you know that won't make it go away and it won't make the phone guy disappear, so you turn around and now the phone guy is smiling at you as he says, "I've never seen that in an office before".....?

Yeah, I hate it when that happens.

Close Up

One time JJ was fucking my ass and he said, "I wish you could see this.  It looks amazing!" It really wasn't fair that he could see it perfectly and there was no way I could get a great view given my position.

Another time, he was fisting me (and I l-o-v-e that!!!) and he said it again, "I sure wish you could see this!" I really did want to see it, but if you've ever had a man's fist and wrist up inside you, you know that mobility is limited.

So, we talked about it and decided that he would take some pictures for me the next time. But we forgot. It's kind of hard when you're in the heat of the moment to stop, get the camera, and get a good shot.  It's not like a porn movie, either. In porn, there's a camera person, a lighting director, the "acting" director, and a bunch of horny groupies watching. Here's how it went in our photo session:

Anal shots - I stoked him for a while to spread the lube, and because I just wanted to stroke him and hold his thick cock in my hands.  Then he got in position, positioned his cock right up against my asshole and I started leaning back. The painful part is initial entry, but that passes quickly....but not this time.  Just after the head was in, he stopped and said, "Wait!" I groaned, "What?! What do you mean, 'wait'?" "Let me get my camera," he said. So he started reaching for his phone, which was on the night stand, while I tried not to move and as I started using Lamaze breathing to deal with the unending initial entry. I started to think, Is a picture really worth it?

You tell me.  Here are the two shots he took.

After the photos were taken, he tossed his phone aside, grabbed my hips and fucked me very, very hard - my reward for being so patient.

You should be impressed that I'm actually willing to share my 48 year old ass with you, Prowlers. But it's only for you.  I wouldn't show these to just anyone.

My reaction when I see these is to get instantly horny.  JJ has me trained to have a Pavlovian response, I think. I see his cock and I get wet anticipating a few orgasms.

The fisting shots were also pretty amazing, but I think I'll share those another time, ;-)

Kat Confessions - #1 Fucking the Teacher for a Grade

I thought it might be fun to start a new feature called Kat Confessions. I have plenty of secrets. Yes, I even have secrets I haven't shared with you, Prowlers. I thought I'd start with the time I fucked my way to a passing grade in a class.

I was a freshman in college.  The course was Calculus. Before I go any further, I need to say that I have since mastered the subject, but at the time it made no sense to me at all. I was really struggling, so the day before the deadline for dropping classes I went to the professor to let him know I'd be dropping the course.

He tried to talk me out of it. I did the best I could to explain to him that I could not afford to fail the class. I participated in some activities for which I had to maintain academic eligibility, and one of those was tied to scholarships. I wasn't going to let calculus  interfere with that.

Then he said, "What if I could guarantee you a passing grade?"

"How could you do that?" I asked.

He proceeded to tell me he would guarantee me a passing grade if I came to every single class session (not even one absence), turned in every single assignment, took every single test and quiz, and attended every small group tutoring session (offered five days a week in his office).

I clarified, "So even if I fail every test, I'll still get a passing grade as long as I do those things?"

"Yes," he said. "And one more thing....."

He paused. I got nervous. I was afraid he was going to say that I had to show positive progress over the semester (seriously, I had no clue what was going on in that class), so you can imagine how I relieved I was when he said that he wanted me to sleep with him once a week throughout the semester. That was the final requirement.

His inclusion of the sex part didn't come out of the blue. A couple of weeks before, I ran into him at a party. I was drunk.  He was charming, and he had a British accent.  Girls can't resist men with foreign accents. He was substantially older than me; I had just turned 18 and he had to be in his late 40's. But when he offered me a ride home as I was stumbling out of the party, the age difference didn't bother me at all. As he was driving toward my dorm, he asked, "Would you mind if we went to my place instead?"

There was a tiny voice inside me that was whispering that it might not be a great idea to fuck my calculus professor, but I arrogantly thought that I was a wise and worldly woman, so I agreed.

He lived about 40 minutes from campus, up in the mountains. The drive gave me plenty of time to start sobering up, which was disappointing because now I couldn't fool myself into thinking that I was drunk and unable to make rational decisions. No, I was heading fast to the sober side of the stream of thought and I was about to fuck my calculus professor. I turned and looked at him.  Yes, he had a British accent.  Yes, he was smart. But he really wasn't very attractive, at least not to an 18 year old girl woman. I remember thinking, I really hope he has a big dick.

We got to his house, which was really more like a cottage, a darling little place, and we went inside. He asked if I wanted some tea.  I didn't.  He pointed to the other room and said, "The bathroom is in there. The bed is over there.  You can hang your clothes on that chair.  I'll be in shortly." No pretense of romance. No getting in the mood. Okay.  I took off my clothes and crawled into bed. A few minutes later, he came in with a cup of tea in his hand.  He sat on the edge of the bed and drank his tea, making small talk. I can't even remember what he was talking about, but the whole situation seemed strange to me.

When he was finished with his tea, he stood up and took off his clothes and switched on the overhead light. Up until then, the only light had been from a lamp in the next room and the light in the kitchen. The light was so blinding that I covered my eyes. Then he pulled the covers off the bed so I had nothing to hide under. He stood there looking at me for a moment and he said, "Well, Miss Kat, I'm going to enjoy fucking you."

That's when I noticed his cock.  It was erect, of course, but that's not the first thing I noticed. Damn, I thought.  Average. It wasn't a bad cock, but I really had been hoping for something spectacular.

I scooched over to the edge of the bed where he was standing and I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking him. He exhaled loudly and grabbed me by the hair, guiding me to take him in deeply and come back until only the very tip was on my lips, then deeply again. He started moving me faster on him and moaning and I thought he was going to cum in my mouth, but instead he roughly pulled me off his cock and lifted his arm in the air so I was pulled up high on my knees and back a little. My hands were grasping for his hand to take the pressure off my scalp. My back was arched. My tits were thrust forward. I felt completely exposed in that brightly lit room. And for the first time, I was scared.

"You're too good at that, Kat," he said. "I don't want to cum yet. Not like that anyway." He pulled my hair tighter.  Was he really punishing me for being too good at giving head? I was confused.

He finally released me and pushed me back, telling me to lay on my back. As soon as I did, he grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed. The height of the bed was perfect (I was sure that was no accident) and he slid inside me as he tugged me to closer to him one more time. I squealed a bit in shock, but he shot a chastising glance at me so I became quiet quickly. He grasped my ankles and spread my legs wide apart, and he started fucking me. It was slow at first, but within a couple of minutes it was forceful and violent.

He told me to keep my eyes on his. I was surprised at how uncomfortable that felt.  All I wanted to do was look away. Then he told me to pinch my nipples. And he fucked me harder.

I was there for about 6 hours and I did everything he told me to do. At times, he'd lay down to nap a bit.  When he did, he told me to kneel on the floor next to the bed, back a few feet so he could see me, with my knees spread wide apart and my hands clasped behind my neck. I could feel his cum dripping down my thighs, but I didn't dare move. When he woke up, he'd call me back to bed, tell me what to do, and he'd fuck me again.

As the sun was coming up, he came in my ass and then he told me to get dressed. I hurried to grab my clothes and I started getting dressed. He snapped at me, "No panties." He held out his hand and I handed him my panties.  Then I headed toward the bathroom.  He snapped at me again, "You can pee, but no cleaning up. I want my cum to be dripping out of you for awhile. And leave the door open."

What the fuck? I thought. This guy was weird, but it was kind of hot, too. I really wasn't sure what to think.

We went out to his car and before I got in, he told me to be sure to pull my skirt down far enough so I didn't get any cum on the seat. As we were driving down the mountain, he told me to give him my bra. I did.

As we approached campus, I reminded him what dorm to take me to, but he dropped me instead at the other end of campus, beyond the dining hall. When I asked him why, he said, "Give me your shoes.  You can pick them up in my office later."  I was still confused. Then he leaned over close to me and said, almost whispering, "Now, Kat, as you walk back to your dorm wearing the same clothes you wore last night, but without shoes, bra, or panties....and with my cum dripping out of your pussy and ass and running slowly down your thighs, I want you to think about what a slut you are. And as you walk by everyone heading to the dining hall for breakfast, I want you to think about how they know you're just coming in from a night of being fucked like a whore. Walk slowly, and think about that."

Then he kissed me - a deep, passionate kiss, the only kiss of the "date." After the kiss he said, "You really are a good fuck." I got out of the car and walked slowly back to my dorm, just as he told me to. My thighs and eventually my calves, too, were slick and wet with his cum. I saw a group of girls looking at me and whispering to each other. I saw several guys just starting at me as I completed my walk of shame. When I got back to my dorm, I went straight to the shower.

So, when he included weekly sex in his "offer" of help with my grade a couple of weeks later, I knew exactly what I was getting into. I knew he wasn't just going to use my body, but I'd be getting weekly mind fucking as well.

I needed a few minutes to think about it. If I just dropped calculus, I'd have to take it again, and I'd be right here in this same position. But if I took it, I had to pass.  Failure could not be an option. And I knew there was only way I was going to pass. I told him ok.

There were ten weeks left in the semester at that point.  I attended every class, did every assignment, took every test and quiz (and failed them all), and attended every small group tutoring session. And every Thursday night at 7:00 I drove up to his house and did whatever he wanted me to do until 7:00 a.m. Three times, there was another girl there when I showed up, and he played with both of us and had us play with each other. Once, I had a chance to chat with her when it wasn't Thursday night.  I ran into her at the library and we found a private place to talk and it turned out that she had a similar arrangement with him, but she wasn't handling it so well. To me, it was like a business arrangement.  To her, it was.....something very ugly and humiliating.

There were three weeks left in the semester. I went to his office one afternoon and told him to let her out of the deal - just give her the passing grade and let her go. He said, "I will, but only if you cover her sessions, plus three more." That would mean that when we started the new semester, after winter break, I would have to do six more sessions with him. "But you let her go now, right? She can stop going to class, everything, and she gets a passing grade."  He smiled and nodded his head.  I felt relieved. "Okay then," I said. "I'll see you in class," and I left his office and went to tell her.  She cried.  We stayed good friends for years, and we did more than a few threesomes together.

The semester ended and grades came out. I got a C. Damn him, I thought.  Couldn't he have given me a B? That was the first and only C of my life. I had been a straight A student - until then. I couldn't really fault him, though.  A "C" was a passing grade and that's what he had agreed. It occurred to me that I could have negotiated that grade to be an "A" back when we were first striking the deal, but I clearly wasn't smart enough.

I called my friend.  She got her C, too. She was just glad it was over.  To be honest, so was I, except that it wasn't completely over for me, but the hard part was.

I went home for Christmas break and when I came back to campus there was a note in my mailbox. It was unsigned.  All it said was, "You owe me six sessions.  I'll see you Thursday at 7:00."

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If you missed the December Sex Blog post on Holiday Sex, find it here.

The Tension, The Battle

By SomewhereMan

For all of the advice that Kat doles out here and, believe you/me as I write this, it is 99.44% dead-on accurate and true, there is still a bit of ambiguity over how to handle "walking away".

There is PWK and there should be an alternative site called RFP, short for Retiring From Prowling. With Kat as my witness (and confidant), I am trying to walk away.

It is hard.

Not because I'm a sexy man. Not because I am a confident man still plagued with the insecurity or the need for physical passion.

It is because I am trying to keep it together.

Two years ago, I entered this world after years of neglect. Uncertain of what I would find, I enjoyed an emotional, long-distance affair that turned physical before it fizzled. Only her touch, her attention and her desire for me ignited the rocket fuel of male desire within me. I had gone years without being told I was good looking. Years without being thrown onto a bed and having a woman do whatever she wants with me. It was, as if, in that instant, I had left years of being a "pussy male" behind and had, overnight, become the Alpha Male I always wanted to be.

In the despair of the end of the first affair, I reached out to AM. For the ol' timers here, a blog from Riff Dog set out the blueprint for how to succeed on AM with a minimum of mistakes. I delved into AM with the furor of someone learning how to count cards in a casino or study for the LSAT. Within weeks, I had mastered "the game".

Poker players have heard the old saying, "just give me a chip and a chair". For me, it was just give me 20 AM credits and a few hotties within 50 miles and let's get cracking.

This week, I had a bit of out-of-town travel. Lots of time for a man to think. The sheer numbers both made me pump my chest up and also feel ashamed for how reckless I had become. In my two years of prowling, I was truly "active" on AM for about 10 months. In that time, I got nekkid with 12 AM women plus I had two "home grown" affairs where the "I love you"s were exchanged quite often before dumpings that took me months to get over.

One of them I will probably never get over. Home Grown Woman #2 broke my heart and I see it every day. Now she is living with a man 30 years older than I am. Oh... and this old man is also my closest colleague. Our offices are 10 feet apart. He doesn't know (or so I've been told) about the affair but, every time I see the old man in the hours and hours we are in meetings and working on projects, I look at his frail body and am reminded that I wasn't good enough for HGW#2, that I wasn't rich enough, that I didn't meet her standards. It punctures me every day. Every time I watch the old man chug 12 pills throughout the course of the day at the office.

I am just coming off a six-month relationship with a very dynamic woman off AM. We are both influential people in our circles and lead high-profile lives. She also gave me the best sex of my life. Nothing was out of bounds. Yet our affair was very rocky once we got past the third month. Her home became more violent. I once answered a covert email to take her to the hospital after her husband punched her in the eye because she was shaking so badly. So I did it. With love. That's what people do when they care about each other.

I remember Kat writing about how, at that stage of time, an affair really becomes more of a relationship that needs constant nurturing. That means gifts. That means remembering the little things. Last month, her emails trailed off from 15 a day that always mentioned how badly she needed to rip my clothes off to one or two emails a day that could have come from my sister. The three-hour marathon sex encounters were now down to one-hour "appointments" where, once she was finished, the clothes would come back on and I would drive her back to our meeting point.

By this point, it was like I had a second wife who would nag and nitpick me about clothing or if I had an eyebrow out of place. "You know what you should do?" was how far too many sentences from her were starting out.

Amid my paranoia at not getting a straight answer, I went back on AM to "check up" and see where she was. Yup. Same profile from when we met. I know not to expect truth from a fellow prowler and I never tricked myself into thinking that I loved her. Yet the sting still hurt -- even though I was actively looking for a "way out" with her.

After a day of sniping, via e-mail, we met for the "big breakup" in a mall parking lot. She cried a little but, for the most part,this was handled with the same emotional level of calling your car insurance agent and telling him you're not going to renew. I heard the usual "work is so busy and now I feel guilty" line that I had used on other women. Usually when I had a hotter, more adventurous one already lined up.

I am one of the fortunate ones. My family is still intact. Whatever sorrow I feel from the hard breakups is mine and mine alone to deal with. All of the women have, apparently, moved on. I am trying to in my own life as I fill my time with activities that aim to keep me doing good and not self destructing.

Which leads me back to AM. I still have 45 credits left. I am SO good at the AM game. I sent out 5 messages and have had 4 responses, my usual 80-90% response clip. Only, this time, my heart just isn't into it. I've experienced the best of prowling over the past two years. Showers, threesomes, anal exploration, discovering and uncovering my desired level of kink and having it met, spanking, bending beautiful women over soft couches and thrusting them until can't stop farting because they have lost total control. (yes, that is a proud accomplishment).

Only it turned out to be empty. Once the burst is done and the last kiss of an encounter is over, the same thought flies through my head. How do I get rid of her for good? Stay "home" is getting better? How many more times must I keep taking chances that I won't be spotted leaving a hotel or having a beautiful women in the passenger seat of my car in my neighborhood? When does it end?

Prowling does lead to pussy and, eventually, paranoia for the careful ones. For me, though, the paranoia has nearly destroyed all of the peaceful elements of my life. I gotta get a grip.

Be well and be safe, fellow Prowlers.

SWM

Freshly Fucked and Fisted (continued)

(This is a continuation of Freshly Fucked and Fisted. If you haven't read that post yet, that's the place to start.)

After a few minutes, JJ said, "Roll over."  As I did, I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the lube and handed it to him, just in case, even though there were plenty of sexual juices flowing all over the place down there, both his and mine.

He pressed his cock into my ass and stopped, waiting for me to push back against him, our signal that I was ok and I was ready for him to do whatever he wanted. He took a few slow strokes and then he stopped halfway.  I looked back and saw that he had grabbed the phone again and he was snapping another picture. Then another.  I suggested that he just take a video, but he made some comment about the lighting not working well for a video.

I started making a snide comment about the the shortcomings of the iPhone camera compared to the camera on my Android phone, but before I could finish, he slammed his cock into me and started pounding me hard. I grabbed onto the edge of the bed with one hand and supported myself by pushing against the headboard with the other.  It took nearly all my strength to keep myself from being shoved into the wall in front of us.

Without warning, he slapped my ass - HARD. I squealed and winced, which is exactly what he wanted because when I winced, I tightened around him even more. Just as the sting was beginning to subside, he slapped me again, this time on the other side. I winced and squealed again and held on tighter.

Time for a little encouragement.

"That's it, Baby, fuck my ass harder, " I said breathlessly.  "Fuck me hard, like you want to.  Fuck your whore."

That did it. The pounding slowed and he pulled me back onto him for a few more deep, slow thrusts. I heard him groan. I took a deep breath and smiled. I don't think I'll ever get over how good it feels when he fucks my ass.

He pulled out and fell next to me again. He reached for the camera and showed me the photos he took. My, my, my! So that's what it looks like from his angle when his cock is in my ass.  No wonder he likes it so much. Then I was a little bit jealous because I just get to feel it, but he gets to feel it and see it. Oh well, that's life, I suppose.

We chatted some more and watched the clock so we didn't stay beyond the time when I'd have to leave so I could get back to work as expected. We kissed. We laughed. As the minutes clicked by I felt that old feeling of sadness I always get when our time is just about up. It would be a couple of weeks before I could see him again, maybe more.

We got up, cleaned up, got dressed and left together. I dropped the room key on the front desk as I said goodbye to Strange Hotel Guy who also said goodbye as he flashed that creepy "I know what you've been doing" smile of his. The joke's on him, though, because I really don't care that he knows.

JJ kissed me goodbye in the parking lot before we both got into our cars and headed in opposite directions.

It was a few minutes later, as I was driving, that I got the text from Seattle Guy asking, "How was your early afternoon?"

You know how I answered.

Freshly Fucked and Fisted

"I'm great! Fantastic. Freshly fucked and fisted." That was my reply to Seattle Guy when he asked, via text, how I was after my time with JJ.

I got to the hotel first and acquired the room with Strange Hotel Guy's wife and paying with the $100 bill  I weaseled our of Hubby the night before.

When I got to the room, I was glad I got there a little earlier than JJ because it gave me time to clean up a bit and relax. I had just come from a pretty intense work meeting and I needed a few minutes to unwind. I took off my panties and starting playing with my clit, not in a focused way, but almost absentmindedly, as if to make sure my body was fully alert and ready for his arrival.

I got a text saying he was close. Then another saying he was just stopped and got a speeding ticket. Ugghh! My first thought was about how he could explain to his wife how he got a speeding ticket nowhere near where he was supposed to be today. This is one of those "cheater's nightmares," right up there with being seen with your lover by one of your spouse's friends at a restaurant. Someone in my town was having lunch with his mistress at a local restaurant and his photo appeared on the front page of the local paper. No, he wasn't the subject of the photo; the restaurant owner was.  But it didn't matter because the whole town saw him in the background of the picture kissing a woman who was not his wife. Ouch.

My mom used to say, "Never do anything that you wouldn't want to be posted on the front page of the paper." Generally speaking, that's very good advice. I'm sure that guy wished he had taken it. As for me, it makes me giggle to think of seeing a picture of myself giving someone head or a picture of me being fucked from behind on the front page of the paper....until I think of how it would hurt my family. Then it's not so funny anymore.

But I digress.....again....

Of course, by the time JJ showed up, he already had a plan for what he would tell his wife and it was a perfectly plausible explanation. He's a smart man. And you know how I love smart men.

JJ climbed into bed and kissed me, and the next thing I knew he was fucking me from behind, nice and hard like he does. I know there was some kissing and petting before that, but I had been waiting a long time and I was ready. Very ready. Sex at home had started becoming less frequent (again) so I had a pretty pointed physical urge burning along with the emotional one making me want to connect with JJ again. Feeling him inside me again felt like water quenching a hot, dry thirst. The way my body responded to him is indescribable.

For some reason, this reminded me of the movie Sommersby. In the movie, Richard Gere's character is being tried for murder and Jodie Foster's character is trying to convince the judge that he is not really her husband and, therefore, not the person who committed the murder for which he was on trial. One of the things she says is, "A woman knows her own husband," referring to how a woman gets to know her own husband in the personal and private way and how she would know if another man in her bed was not her husband.

I agree completely. I've been with a few men in my life (ok, ok, stop laughing guys....I use the word "few" very liberally) and I can tell you in absolute certainty that each and every one is different. Even if a guy were trying to mimic another man in bed, I don't think it can be done, at least not if the woman is paying any attention at all.

So, yes, JJ is unique, but he's not just different. He's amazing. Maybe it's the way we fit together. Maybe it's the emotion that makes it all better. Maybe it's a year and a half of getting to know each other very well.

Back to the story....

I loved the way he pulled me back onto him as he came, digging his fingers into my hips. After, he collapsed next to me and he just lay there talking. I noticed that he had pulled off his shirt and was now naked. My dress was hiked up around my waist. Sometimes, taking off clothes just slows things down too much. Don't you agree?

JJ and didn't talk much between our "meetings" so this was the time to catch up with what was going on with each of us and our families.

Eventually, his hand wandered down between my legs and starting rubbing me. I was distracted. I couldn't speak anymore. Neither of us was rushed anymore. His hand moved slowly, deliberately. We kissed deeply as he slid a finger inside me, then another. Then I got too distracted to kiss, too. I was completely focused on the sensations "down there."

He shifted a bit in the bed and continued to work me with his fingers and his hand for I don't know how long. From my end, it felt like slow, steady waves of pleasure - not like the hard, jolting orgasm that I'd just had a little while before. This was that kind of orgasm where it started, and then the pleasure kept building and building, but not going over the edge. I was stretched and stroked and teased. I started to wonder if this was the longest orgasm I'd ever had, but he kept pulling my focus back to him and the pleasure that he was both giving and forcing on me. It was one of those moments where I would have done just about anything he wanted. It's hard to describe to someone who has never experienced being so physically and mentally possessed by someone. And if you have experienced it, you know it can't be adequately described.

As I write this, I remember someone asking me why I was still with JJ when he doesn't communicate as much in between meetings as I'd like. I didn't have a great answer. Intellectually, I  had asked myself the same question more than a few times. But this moment is why. Well, it's one of the reasons. There are plenty of men I could fuck, but I couldn't replace that moment, that feeling, that emotion. I couldn't replace him. And so far in my life, no one else has been able to give me an experience like this one.

Anyway....back to the story...again....

When my orgasm finally flowed over the edge and shook the last bit of energy out of me, I reached down and felt for him. Just as I expected, his whole fist was inside me and I was holding his wrist. I smiled.

He asked, "Do you wanna see?"

"Yes!" I answered. The last time we were together, I asked him to take some photos of me from behind as I was on all fours. I had never seen my pussy from that angle and I wanted to see what he saw. It was kind of fun.

He reached over and grabbed his phone so he could take a picture, which he did expertly with only one hand. He didn't have to tell me not to move because it's not easy to move when a man like JJ with big hands has his fist up inside you. He showed me the picture. I loved it!

I lay back and he s-l-o-w-l-y pulled his hand out. It seemed to take a long time. I held my breath. It's official. The "coming out" phase of fisting is not nearly as much fun as the "going in" phase. It's not bad, mind you, but it just feels weird. Let me put it this way - if a woman feels a big lumpy thing coming out of that space, it's supposed to be an infant and thinking of babies and fisting pleasure at the same time is just...wrong. It's conflicting. I hate the thoughts. Something had better distract me quickly....

Then he slid a finger down and around my asshole....then inside (perfect distraction, thank god). I could tell he was gently stretching me, preparing me for his favorite thing to do in bed.

To be continued.....

To Shave or Not To Shave?

I found a few grey hairs today.  Not on my head, but down there. I plucked them immediately, of course. That made me think, though, that if I keep plucking grey hairs as they show up, eventually I'll have no hair left, or maybe I should just shave.

The reason I don't shave my private area is that my husband doesn't want me to.  It used to be that hairy was his preference.  However, since I learned about his years of cheating it has come out that he really prefers shaved but he knows that most men do and he doesn't want me to be attractive to other men. Huh? It makes no sense.  Other men like awesome blow jobs, too.  Should I give you lousy BJs like most wives give their husbands just so you'll feel secure? Ok, I though there's a difference, but it's still weird.

If you're thinking, "Kat, it's your body.  Shave if you want to shave," please don't go there. Those of you who have been in long term marriages know that some things are worth fighting for and some things are not. This falls in the "not worth it" category for me.

Besides, I hate shaving, in general. If I didn't have to shave to appear as an acceptably groomed person, I wouldn't. As it is, I shave my legs only if I absolutely have to - seeing my sweetie for a rendezvous, going to the doctor, wearing a skirt or shorts. This means that I have to shave a lot during the summer and less during the winter, which is great. I love winter.

Now that I've said I shave when I see my honey for a rendezvous, I have to admit that I haven't always done that. Sometimes I skip it. This isn't a secret because I'm sure he knows.  Surely he noticed the sandpaper-like scraping against his skin. I'd like to be able to make up some witty comment or incorporate the stubble into a BDSM-style torture ritual during sex, but it's pretty obvious that I just didn't shave.

That's bad enough, but if my woo-hoo were shaved and I let it go like I let my legs go sometimes, I would think that intercourse could be pretty painful, and I just don't think it would be nice to send him home to his wife with something resembling road rash on his face, his hand, and his pubic area. She might think something is up.

So, if I shaved down there, I'd have to be diligent about keeping it smoothly shaved. Uggh. One more thing to have to remember.

I know some of you may be thinking, "Oh come on, Kat, it's not that big a deal.  Not much to remember - you shave your legs, underarms, and pussy."

Au contraire, my obviously young friend. As time marches on and a woman reaches a certain more mature phase of her life, there are certain changes that they never tell you about as a young woman.  I think the goal is not to scare young women too much about getting older, but I really don't care.  So here's the truth.  Young women, while you will, indeed, become much sexier and more desirable as a sex partner (well, some of you will), you will also start to grow hair in places that will shock you. What will start as a random hair on your chin or upper lip will eventually seem like you are getting a full beard and mustache. At first, getting a waxing every couple of weeks will be fine. Then, you'll be plucking in between waxing appointments. Eventually, you'll be plucking and waxing every morning. It will take you longer than you expect. If you're lucky, it will stop there. If you're not, you'll be plucking hair from your breasts, too.

I know, this is a decidedly un-sexy topic, isn't it? But it's not an unimportant topic.

I laugh when I hear a man say, "I like a woman who is just natural."  I know he's saying that he prefers bush (or he's just saying that because he wants to fuck the unshaven woman he's chatting with at the moment). Someday, I will actually say out loud what I'm thinking when I hear that:

"I am pretty sure you don't like women who are 'natural.' That gal you're talking to spent at least an hour, probably two or three, to look as 'natural' as she looks right now. She has shaved her legs and her underarms. She has trimmed her pussy so she looks natural but not bushy. She has waxed her chin, lip, and eyebrows. If she's wearing open toed shoes, she may also have waxed her toes. If she naturally has a lot of hair on her arms and she's dark-haired, she may have bleached the hair on her arms so it's less noticeable. She may have bleached her teeth, too. Of, course, she carefully bathed and washed - everywhere. If she's anticipating the possibility of anal sex, she will even have cleaned in there. And all of that happened before she put on a stitch of clothing or a touch of makeup. So, Mr. I-Love-Natural-Women, it takes a lot of work for a woman to look like a 'natural' woman.  Unless you live in the far northern region of California or other parts of the northwestern U.S., I doubt that you have ever even met a fully 'natural' woman, let alone fucked one."

Whew.  Can you tell that I have some definite thoughts on this whole shaving and grooming subject? All the porno films and magazines show women who are shaved and look like pre-pubescent children "down there." Honestly, that's kind of creepy for me.  I'm not saying that I don't find it attractive.  I definitely do, just like most people.  That is what is so creepy.

I have definitely digressed....again.....

None of this solves the problem of my greying womanhood.

Maybe I'll just embrace my maturity and let it go grey, accepting it with grace.

Uh....right.

Until I can do that, I'll keep plucking.

JJ's Lesson for Kat

I was finally going to see JJ after two months of not being able to see him.  Our last two planned meetings were cancelled because things came up, so I couldn't let myself really believe that it was going to happen until I got the text from him saying that he was there. "There" was our regular hotel, the place where we had been meeting for over a year.

When I drove into the parking lot, I saw his car immediately, and I let out a sigh of relief. I parked next to him, and walked inside. As I walked, I received a text from him that said simply, "301."  I smiled.

As I walked through the lobby, I didn't see Strange Hotel Guy or his wife. Instead I saw a young man and a young woman who were obviously their children. Great, I thought. Now we have to train another generation of Strange Hotel People. I felt badly for JJ as I pictured him trying to deal with "the kids" as he checked in. I decided I'd do something extra special for him to make up for it.

I found our room and, as usual, JJ had left the door ajar for me. I walked in and he stood up and came walking over to meet me in the entryway. Seeing him again after all that time took my breath away. He smiled, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me. I dropped my purse and relaxed into his arms, letting his kisses consume me. I felt tears come to my eyes - the release of weeks worth of stress and frustration.  Then it happened.  As it always does when I'm with him, I felt the world outside slip away, and it was just the two of us again.

He reached down the front of my pants and found my clit. His finger started circling it slowly, and a bolt of pleasure shot through me as he touched me. This wasn't going to take long. I could feel him smile through his kiss at how sensitive I was. I felt embarrassed....for about three seconds.  After that I was focused both on how amazing it felt and on holding onto his shoulders so I didn't fall down because I could already feel my knees getting wobbly. I held on tighter as I came, moaning into his mouth, surrendering.

We kissed in the entryway for a while longer, and then we moved further into the room toward the bed. JJ sat on the edge of the bed and I slipped off my pants and panties and stood in front of him. I nudged my way  between his knees so I could get closer to him, and we kissed some more. One of my favorite things in the world is to kiss that man.

At some point, he pushed me back away from him and told me to turn around and bend over. As I was doing it, that's when I noticed that he was already undressed.  When did that happen? I wondered. Clearly I wasn't being very observant, but I was a little upset with myself because I love watching him get undressed. I tried to put that out of my mind as I bent over and braced myself against the wall in front of me. He was still sitting on the edge of the bed. I reached between my legs and guided his hard cock inside me. He laid back  on the bed and let me ride him like that for awhile, moving however I wanted to. I moved my hips forward and back, grinding down as deeply as I could, slowly, trying to feel every inch of him. I could tell he was growing frustrated with the slowness of my movements when I felt his hands on my hips and he started thrusting up from underneath - first slowly, then faster. I was wishing that I had something more to hold onto than the wall, especially when I started to cum. My legs were jelly under me and he was pumping faster than I could keep up and then I was dizzy from the orgasm when I finally accepted that it was inevitable that I was going to fall. Just as I was about to, I felt his strong hands wrap around my hips and hold me firmly in place as he released into me.

While I was still shuddering, I thought, Of course JJ would never let me fall. And he wouldn't. I may be lost in the moment, but he's always in control, always knowing what's going on, always watching out for me.  How could I have forgotten that?

JJ sat up and helped me stand up. Then he climbed up on the bed and I pulled off my tank top before climbing in next to him and snuggling in the crook of his shoulder, kissing him, thanking him for being so good to me. As we lay there, we talked, catching up on what seemed like a million things. That's when the reality of how long we had been apart really hit me.  So much had happened since we had seen each other.

We both laughed as he told me about his encounter with the Strange Hotel Kids as he checked in. Apparently, he had to talk them through the check-in process and explain which room was "our" room. We should get a discount for training the kids, don't you think?

After we had been talking for a while, JJ maneuvered his hand between my legs. I have to admit, JJ is a very smart man. He knows exactly how to shut me up. I gasped as he touched me and took advantage of that moment to kiss me and slide his tongue in my mouth.  Ok, I get it. No more talking.

He played with my clit for a couple of minutes and then he slid a finger inside me, then two, then three. I rocked my hips, feeling my pussy twitch every time his fingers stroked that special spot inside me. It took him no time to zero in on that spot, and then he finger fucked me and worked it until I started to moan. He whispered, "Come for me," which, in itself, is almost almost enough to make me come. I let go and screamed into his mouth as we kissed. He kept his fingers moving until every last wave of pleasure had been coaxed out of me.

I curled up next to him and purred for a bit, and then we talked some more. As he talked, I nibbled on his nipples and kissed his neck, so he wasn't too taken aback when I scooted down and took his cock into my mouth. Hey! I thought. I know how to get you to stop talking, too. I got comfortable and reacquainted myself with his gorgeous cock. Thicker than average, much more than a mouthful, perfectly shaped. I suckled there for awhile, not with any goal or intention to make him come right then, but just to enjoy it and to let him enjoy it. Eventually, I asked him, "Where would you like to come?" Without any hesitation, he answered, "Get the lube."

I reached over for the lubricant and poured some in my hand and slowly began stroking him.  Then I poured more, and more. As I stroked him, I felt him get even harder. When he was ready, he sat up and moved toward the foot of the bed. I rolled over onto my forearms and knees and opened my knees a bit. He positioned the head of his cock right at the opening of my ass and I leaned back against him. My body resisted him for a while, but I kept pressing against him until *pop* the head popped in.

Holy fuck! That hurt! I screamed and asked him - no, told him - to stop.  He wasn't doing anything, of course. He was just waiting for me to continue, but I wasn't thinking clearly. The pain had fogged my thoughts, and I was really confused.  I'm a fan of anal sex. Why the heck was this hurting so much?

I heard JJ chuckle behind me as I was resorting to Lamaze breathing. "It's been a while, huh?" he said. I will slap him later for laughing at me, I thought. For now, though, relax, Kat. Relax.

The truth is that he was right.  It had been months since I'd been with JJ, and while Hubby and I had engaged in anal sex a few times in the past two months, Hubby's member isn't as thick as JJ's. This was a shock back into reality.....a very nice reality.

After a few minutes, I was able to take more of him in, and more, and then he could take over. He grabbed my hips and started fucking my ass deeply, fully with each stroke.  He went faster and harder with each stroke, too, until I felt that incredible feeling of pleasure I experienced when JJ did me this way. Then it got even harder.  I grasped the sheet; I tried to steady myself on the edge of the bed.

I heard him groan, "This is my ass, remember." And then I remembered what he told me a couple of weeks ago. He told me that after I was with Seattle Guy, he was feeling the need to reclaim what was his, and that he intended to give me an ass fucking that wouldn't let me forget that. That's what this was about. I smiled as I held on. You can teach me a lesson this way anytime you want, Baby, I thought.

He pounded me for some time and with such force that I felt the vibrations in my throat. He kept pumping into me as he came, not slowing until he was spent.

He collapsed on the bed next to me, breathing hard, and said, "I sure am glad it was 'Seattle Guy' and not 'Sacramento Guy' or 'Vacaville Guy'."  I laughed. "Yeah, I get that," I said.

We chatted for a little while longer and then we got cleaned up and dressed, and headed out. We kissed goodbye in the elevator so we wouldn't be seen kissing in the parking lot.  I already missed him.

As we walked by the Strange Hotel Kids in the lobby, they seemed very confused to see us together. I thought, Don't look so shocked, kids. You'll get used to us.  Your parents did.

JJ walked me to my car and then he got into his and drove away. I felt a twinge of sadness as I drove back to work. It was a familiar sensation. Connecting is wonderful, but separating and going back to our separate lives isn't so great. I wondered how many times I'd driven away from a rendezvous with JJ experiencing this feeling. Then I shook it off. There's no point in thinking about that sort of thing.

As I write this, it has been 3 days since he made his attempt to reclaim me.  I'm still sore. JJ drove that lesson home very, very well.

Date with Seattle Guy (Part 2)

You can find Date with Seattle Guy (Part 1) here.

We didn't talk much as we drove. I asked a few stupid questions like, "Gee, the streets sure are complicated here. Is it hard to get around?" Yeah, I know. I would have been better off saying nothing, huh?

Anyway, every now and then he would reach over and pinch one of my nipples or I'd reach over and stroke his cock a bit. It was just teasing, of course, but it's still unsafe to drive doing that stuff.  It has to be more hazardous than texting and driving.

But I digress....again....

He took me to a small neighborhood park on a hill. There was a small opening to the street and the rest of the park was hidden behind bushes and trees. We went into the park and he took my hand as we walked on a meandering path through a small forested area. It was very dark so I was really glad he had my hand. The path wasn't very long at all. Soon, the trees cleared and the path released us into a clearing with some sculptures and a long stone bench or short wall. But that's not what grabbed my attention. I looked up and saw a panoramic view of the city lights spread out below us.  Wow. Just wow.

I turned toward him and he slipped his arms around me, pulling me to him, and he kissed me. It was that sweet, gentle kiss again, like the one in front of the club. But then he reached up, grabbed a handful of hair on the back of my head and pulled. I moaned.

I was confused.  He kept me off balance, moving from sweet and romantic (the kiss at the club, taking my hand on the path, bringing me to this perfect location) to dominant and rough (the activity in the car, the hair pulling and, I was sure, whatever was coming next).

He reached under my blouse and slid his hand under my bra. Then he stopped.  He said, "Do you have something in your bra?" Oh shit.  I had $5 and a lipstick tucked into my bra.  How embarrassing! He gently pulled them out and said, "I'm just going to put these in my pocket for now, ok?" I thanked him and then we went back to what we were doing.

He told me to get on my knees and suck his cock. By the time I was on my knees, his cock was already out and ready for me. I took him into my mouth gently at first, but soon I was sucking him hungrily, almost greedily. His hand was on my head, and every now and then he'd grab my hair and pull me back, taking his cock out of my mouth. I'd whimper and strain with my mouth open, trying to reach it,  Then he'd release me and drive it deep into my throat forcefully.  After doing that a few times, he pulled me off him and asked, "What do you want?"

I answered simply, "I want your cock."

"You really want my cock?" he asked as he tightened his grip on my hair, tilting my head back, making me look up at him.

"Yes. Please," I answered.

"Where do you want it?"

Whoa! A choice?!  It hadn't occurred to me that I'd get a choice.  I just assumed that he was going to cum in my mouth. Well, then, since I was dripping wet and I had a choice.....

"I want you to fuck me," I said.

"You want it in your pussy?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, and I tried to nod my head, but ouch. He still had me firmly by the hair.

Suddenly, he released me and said, "Ok, get up." Then he offered a hand to help me. There's that contradiction again. Such a gentleman, yet dominant.  A dominant gentleman.

I got up and turned toward that stone wall/bench. I quickly pulled down my pants and panties and bent over the bench. The cold night air shocked me bit, but only for a moment because I had barely bent over when his cock was sliding in me.  I squealed and grabbed onto the bench. I wasn't prepared for an ass fucking, and didn't he say pussy? Oh well, I'd just brace myself. But then he pulled out and slammed into my pussy.

I moaned. I knew he would feel good inside me, but this was...wow...very good. He grabbed my hips and fucked me hard. I held onto the bench and looked up to see the unbelievably gorgeous view in front of me. Then I had a very strange thought.  I thought, Wow, I'm getting a fantastic fuck from a virtual stranger, and I'm sightseeing at the same time. Hey, I can't help where my brain goes. It often takes off without my consent.  ADD, remember?

After he came, he stood me up and turned me to face him. I pulled up my pants quickly. Then he kissed me again. There it was again - that kiss.  Gentle, but with much more passion this time. When he pulled back from the kiss, I looked into his eyes again. Even though it was dark, that part of the park was illuminated by the lights of the city. His eyes were sparkling. That's when I melted.  That moment.

He leaned forward against me, pushing me back against the bench and sliding his hand down my pants to play with my clit again. Oh, I was very, very ready to cum again. I pulled up my blouse and bra, exposing my breasts and pinching my nipples. He said, "Did I say you could you pay with your tits?"

I immediately pulled my hands away from my breasts as I replied, "No, Sir. I'm sorry."

"That's right," he said. "You can play with them this time, but next time you don't do anything unless I tell you to do it.  Understood?"

I nodded. I was gasping and moaning, rocking my hips against his hand.  He smiled briefly again. He knew what I wanted.  I was sure that he knew and he was just waiting for me to ask.  So I did.

"Can I cum, please?"

"What if I say 'no,'" he replied playfully with a slight, crooked smile on his face.

How far are we taking this game? I wondered. Is he really going to deny me an orgasm? Really?

Before I could answer, he said, "Ok, you can cum."  It's a good thing he said ok because it had already started rolling through me.  There was no stopping it at that point. As I came, he pulled me close to him and kissed me deeply. I started screaming into his mouth, but then I quickly turned my head away from the kiss. Moaning into his mouth as I came made me think of JJ. I don't know if I stopped doing that out of guilt, respect or what.  And respect for whom? JJ? or Seattle Guy? But as soon as I started kissing and sucking on his neck, still cuming hard, I was back in the present moment with this amazing man.

After I came, we chatted some more. I really enjoyed his company. Being with him was comfortable - like wearing a favorite pair of jeans and a t-shirt.  Very Seattle, huh?

We went from chatting to kissing and back. Before I knew it, he was hard again. I smiled.

"That's one of the advantages of youth," I said.

He turned me around and bent me over the bench again. His cock slid into my ass again (I was mentally prepared this time).

He started to pull back, saying, "I'm sorry...."

But I responded quickly, "That's ok.  You can fuck my ass."

He started slowly, but soon he was thrusting inside me as deeply as he could, and harder and harder. I relaxed into it, pushing back against him, enjoying every thrust, wishing the evening could last longer.

After he finished with me that time, we checked the time.  It was after 1:00 a.m. I had to get back to the hotel. I knew Hubby would be waiting up, and he would not be very happy that I had stayed out so late.

We went back to the car and started the trek to my hotel. As we were driving, Seattle guy said, I want you cum again for me."

I said, "Now????"

"Yes. Now," he answered.

I looked around and the other cars. There were cars everywhere.  Only in a place like this would half the city be out at 1:00 a.m. I took a deep breath and reached a hand unto my pants and spread my legs open a bit, and I started touching myself.  Then I pulled out one of my breasts so I could pinch the nipple while I played. That would make me cum faster, and I wanted this to be as fast as possible. Jeez, my pussy was wet.

I turned and looked at him as he was driving, still playing with myself, feeling like I really wanted to please him. If this is what he wanted, ok. Every now and then, I'd look over out my window at the other cars passing by, hoping against hope that no one would notice. I wondered if he was hoping that someone would notice.

Soon I was shaking, needing to cum. I asked his permission, he granted it and I let go.  I closed my eyes and put my head back against the headrest, not caring at that moment if the whole city of Seattle knew what was going on.

When I came down, I looked over and saw him smiling at me. I blushed.  Yes, blushed.

He parked across the street from my hotel and we talked for awhile before he gave me one more deep kiss and I got out of the car.

I walked into the hotel a little sad that we were leaving Seattle the next day. I wondered if I would ever see him again. I wondered if I'd ever hear from him again.

Yes, I've heard from him. And I know he's reading this. He was a PWK reader before we met.  In fact, that's how we met.

So, Seattle Guy, you're amazing. Thank you for the very unique view of your city you gave me.  Oh yeah, thanks for the other things you gave me, too. ;-)

Vacation Sex

I'm on vacation for a couple of weeks. That's why you haven't heard from me lately, but you're never far from my thoughts, Prowlers.

Unfortunately, the reason you haven't heard from me so far is the same reason why I was pretty sure there would be no vacation sex for me. I'm never alone.

Never. Alone.

All day I'm trapped in a mini-van with my husband and offspring, with the exception of occasional sightseeing stops, and all night I'm trapped in a hotel room with my husband and offspring.  I don't do well without alone time, but living in close quarters with a group of males is particularly trying at times. But that's a story for another day.

Anyway, tonight we got back from dinner and the boys decided to go down to the pool. The minute the door closed behind them I ran to the door, pushed the security latch closed so it couldn't be opened even with a key, and started peeling off my clothes as I headed toward the bed, shouting at Hubby, "Come on! We have at least 30 minutes. Let's go!"

I flopped on the bed naked and looked at him expectantly. He said, "I really want to get these bags organized so the van will be easier to pack tomorrow. Maybe later."

I sat straight up. "Are you fucking kidding me? There is no 'later' and you know it. This is the first time we have been alone in five days and who knows if we'll have another chance like this."

"You'll survive a couple of weeks without sex. You've done it before."

"Fine," I said. "I'll just play with Spartacus." And I reached into my suitcase and pulled out my favorite toy.

Not even looking up from his task, he shook his head, saying, "I can't believe you brought that thing."

I didn't answer. I just spread out on the bed and turned on Spartacus. I closed my eyes and disappeared into my fantasy world.

"Dammit, Kat!" I could hear that Hubby was a bit annoyed.

"Don't interrupt," I moaned.

The next thing I knew, Hubby was on the bed next to me, kissing my neck, and attempting to pull Spartacus out of me. I could feel his hardness pressing against my leg.

"No, no, no," I said. "You had your chance. You gave up your turn to Spartacus. Now you have to wait."

I smiled and went back to what I was doing.

Hubby groaned, "Tell him to hurry up. I want my turn," just before he took one of my nipples into his mouth.

After that, it took no time at all for me to cum hard. Just to yank his chain a little, I decided to say, "Oh, Spartacus!" as I came.

He growled and slowly pulled Spartacus out of me and rolled me over. I lifted myself up onto my knees and elbows just in time for him to slide deep inside me. After a few strokes he pulled out and said, "I don't want anybody's sloppy seconds. You gave your pussy to Spartacus, so I'll take your ass." Before he was half way through with that statement, his cock was already in me. I squealed (it really did hurt) and instinctively tried to pull away, but he grabbed my hips and pulled me back against him forcefully.

"Oh no. You started this. You're gonna finish it." Then he pounded me hard, forcing me to push against the headboard just to keep from being slammed into it.

He groaned loudly as he came. When he pulled out, I whined a little wishing it could have lasted longer.

He got up, cleaned up a bit and went back to his packing task as if nothing had happened. I jumped into the shower, pleased that I managed to get a little vacation sex after all. Then I took the security lock off the door and started writing this. Five minutes ago, the door burst open and the room was full of boys again.

My youngest jumped onto the bed and said, "Mommy, you should have come swimming with us! We had so much more fun than you did!"

I tried to keep my smile from betraying what I was thinking.

"I'm sure you're right, Sweetie," I replied. "Tell me all about the fun you had."

While he was talking, I noticed Hubby was smiling.

He said, under his breath, "You guys didn't have more fun than I did."

My oldest heard his little comment and said,"Dad! That is so gross! We can't leave you two alone for even a few minutes."

Well, there goes my chance for any more vacation sex.

What He Came For

He arrived in the middle of the night after driving several hours. It was 2:30 in the morning and I had to be out of there by 7:00 and I still hadn't slept. All-nighters were common when my kids were little (and I was young) and when I was in college (even younger), but staying up all night and working the next day did not sound like fun to me as a middle-aged full grown woman.

Except for that night.

Except for JJ.

The lateness of the hour was my fault.  He wanted to meet me much earlier in the evening but it was such a long drive for him that I didn't want to inconvenience him and, frankly, I thought he was just offering to be nice. But then as the night wore on he was still asking, and then his requests turned to, "I'm leaving now."

It was a rare occasion.  I was traveling for work and he was out of town for the night, too. When he said he was leaving to make that long drive to come and see me, I was shocked. Of course I wanted to see him (have you ever known me not to want to see JJ?), but part of me couldn't believe that he would drive that far in the middle of the night (and back just a few hours later) just so he could spend some time with me.

I tried to remember the last night time anyone had gone out of their way for me like that. I couldn't remember.

I jumped into the shower and then crawled into bed to try to catch a little nap before he arrived. It took me a long time to fall asleep, but I managed.  I was awakened by the sound of my phone alerting me to a text message.  It was from JJ and it simply said, "I'm here."  I was groggy.  I wondered if that meant he was in town, in the parking lot, or in the lobby.  As I was trying to think that through, I replied "ok."  When I heard his phone ping right outside my door, I knew where "here" was.

I jumped up and ran my fingers through my hair as I moved toward the door.  I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I passed it. The lights stay off, I told myself, chuckling a little. JJ had seen my hair much messier than that on several occasions.  And why was I even thinking about my hair right now???

I opened the door and let him in. He immediately reached out for me and kissed me.  As I felt his hands on my back, his arms wrapped around me, and his cold clothes pressed against me, I realized that I was naked. That hadn't even occurred to me when I was in such a hurry to let him in.

He kissed me deeply and tenderly. I nudged him into the room while we were kissing until we got to the bed.  He sat down and I stood in front of him, still kissing him, tugging on his sweatshirt to pull it off.  As we undressed him quickly, he told me a bit about the trip.  I kept interrupting him with kisses.  Eventually he quit talking.

What happened over the next few hours is a blur. I remember that soon after he arrived I was on my hands and knees and he was fucking me hard from behind. I remember that feeling of both calm and excitement I felt when he first entered me. It was such a familiar feeling, but every time it seemed new.  We both came forcefully - no gentle rising of pleasure but an assault of sensation that seemed to burst inside us both.

We lay together and talked for awhile then we dozed off.  Well, I did. I have no doubt that he couldn't sleep much because of my snoring. But he did sleep a little.

The next thing I remember,  I was laying on my side and I felt his hand cock sliding between my legs from behind. I lifted my leg a little and arched my back to give him room, but I had no intention of fully waking yet. He slid inside my pussy for a few strokes before pulling out.  I lowered my leg and relaxed.  That's when I felt his cock pressing into my ass. I squealed and grabbed the edge of the bed.  He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me back to him, saying, "Shhhhh.....slow.  It's ok."

Of course it was ok. I was there with him. Everything was ok. He pulled my hip back toward him just a little, signaling me to press back against him. I did, very slowly, stopping once to catch my breath and let the pain subside. Then I pushed back all the way, taking his cock completely into my ass.  He moaned and kissed my neck. Then he began thrusting. Slowly. Deeply. Very gently at first and then with more and more force.  His arm was around me holding me tightly against him, reminding me how strong he was.

When he finished, he didn't move away. He stayed there holding me as his cock slowly receded and pulled out of my ass. I could tell by his breathing that he was dozing off again. I wanted to kiss him, but I didn't want to wake him.  I didn't want to ruin that moment of feeling completely his, used by him, held by him. I belonged to him at that moment.

Then I realized, that's what he came for.

Pretending at the Hair Salon

I was getting my hair done yesterday and the gal doing my hair was talking about her new roommate and how much they have in common and how much fun they are having, blah, blah, blah. I'm the type of gal who doesn't want to talk at the salon.  I want to relax.  I want to have an hour or two when I don't have to be "on" for clients, employees, the kids, the husband.  She knows this, so she talks. I pretend to listen.

She told me her roommate's name.  It didn't ring a bell.  Then she told me where her roommate worked. I stopped breathing for a second.  She works where one of my former "friends" works.  Let's call him Mr. XYZ.

Then she started telling me some of her roommate's funny work stories. Then out of the blue, she said, "Do you know Mr. XYZ?"

That was a moment of truth.  Do I lie? Do I minimize it?  Do I pretend I didn't hear?  I tried distraction.

"Oh," I said. "Can you cut it a little shorter on this side this time?"

"Sure," she replied.  The she continued, "So, do you know Mr. XYZ?"

Damn.  The distraction didn't work.

"Yes," I said. "I know who he is."

"Really??!!!" she squealed, sounding excited that I knew the man. Shit, I should have just lied.

"How do you know him?" It was clear she was going to probe further so I just needed to come up with a reasonable answer.

"Oh, I know him through work.  We've worked on a project together," I said as casually as I possibly could.

As I said it, an image flashed through my head of him laying on his back looking up at me while I was riding him. He had an amazing chest. That was followed by the memory of the taste and the thickness of his cum as it was shooting into my mouth.

She went on to tell some cute little stories shared with her by her new roommate about him, his wife, some of his office quirks, etc.

His wife. I remember the things he told me about her, although I've never met her.  I've had the opportunity several times, but I chose not to take advantage of them. I remembered that his wife refused to try anal.....then I remembered bending over a couch while he fucked me in the ass.

"What was your friend's name again?" I asked.  I wanted to be sure to remember it when I called him to let him know that someone in his office was sharing things that should not be shared.  There's nothing like trusting someone in your office to keep things confidential and then find out that their definition of "confidential" is different than yours.  To you it means "share with no one."  To them it means "only share with your ten best girlfriends and tell them not to share it."

I know that Mr. XYZ is a very private man. I gave him my word that I would take the secret about us to my grave and that I would never share his identity with anyone. It irked me that this woman was so cavalier about her gossip about his private and work life. He would not be happy about this.

I was jarred back to the conversation when she said, "Isn't he a such a great guy?"

I answered, "I guess so.  I really don't know him very well."

Isn't he such a great guy?  I remembered a whole bunch of really good times we shared - fun chats, laughter, times he really helped me when I needed it. I really treasured the friendship we had because I knew he didn't let many people see that side of him.  And then I remembered how he just disappeared and went totally incommunicado when he was done with me.

Great guy?  I don't know. He's a man like most other men.  Basically good, but flawed.  Wanting to share intimacy, but afraid to reveal too much of himself, afraid to really let go.

An image of him  popped into my mind - We were outside talking and the sun was reflecting off his sunglasses. Funny how I remember every detail - his smile, his laugh, the sound of his voice, how comfortable I felt around him.

"Allergies are just terrible this season, aren't they?" the hairdresser said as she handed me a tissue. I hadn't realized that my eyes were watering.

"Yes, it's that time of year," I agreed as I dabbed the wetness from the corners of my eyes.

She continued talking about her new roommate, but she had moved on from the topic of Mr. XYZ.

And I pretended to listen.

Frustrated Kat

Hubby came to me yesterday with a very concerned look on his face and he asked if we could talk.  Those are ominous words. "Can we talk?" Honestly, I wanted to say, "Do we have to?" but what came out of my mouth was, "Of course.  What's up?"

I held my breath until I heard him say, "What's wrong? You don't want sex  anymore."

First of all, that's how my hubby is.  If something is amiss for a week or two, it's "forever." That's the way it will be for the rest of our lives.

Second, I told you yesterday that I've been on a deadline lately.  Not only has that work kept me away from you, Prowlers, but it has also been making me get up early and get to bed late.  I haven't been home as much, and when I have been home, I've been tired.

But not want sex anymore? Oh, please.

Apparently he noticed that his new-found love of anal has been leaving me...uh....unsatisfied.  That's a good sign, but he was concerned because I wasn't pushing for it. The truth is that I have simply been too tired to have that conversation one...more...time.

So, I've been taking care of things myself, if you know what I mean.

I've been pretty open and blunt recently since we got things out on the table, so I just told him the truth - that it has been easier to handle it myself than to negotiate "getting mine" when he has been so happy about exploring anal. However, I added that his selfish sex season would be ending as soon as I got beyond by current deadline.

But he wasn't really concerned about me "getting mine" at all.  He wanted to know if I was getting it somewhere else since I wasn't getting it at home. I really wished he would just ask the question straight up, but he didn't, so I threw him a line -

"And no," I said, "I haven't been having sex with anyone else during this period, except myself, of course."

I wanted to scream, "My vagina hasn't felt a live cock for weeks!!!! Ok, 10 days, but it feels like weeks. You have apparently forgotten that I'm female - I might as well be some guy since all you want is my ass, and JJ has been too busy for me lately.  And you think I don't want sex???"

But I didn't say any of that. He felt reassured, and it ended there.

Last night, I got us to bed a little early, and I snuggled up against him, kissing his neck, tracing my finger along his inner thigh.

I asked, "So, you implied earlier that you wanted me to be more interested in sex, and I am, so......." I put his hand on my wet pussy to prove it.

And he told me he was tired and not feeling very well.

"Raincheck?" he asked.

"Of course, Honey," I responded.

Then I grabbed Spartacus and headed to the other room.

Yes, I am a frustrated Kat.

Kat's Random Thoughts on a Sunday Afternoon

I'm sorry that I have been so quiet over the past week, Prowlers. I have been on a deadline for work and, because my husband and children like to eat, I was forced to give that my attention. But it doesn't mean I have forgotten you. Au contraire, my friends! You're always on my mind.

....and here's what's on my mind this afternoon.....

Several of you have written asking if there's anything new to report about Young One. Nope. No news.  No more contact. Isn't that just the way the young ones are?  That's ok. I've got my Sweetie.  I'm good.

Speaking of good, the season premier of Mad Men is on tonight. Geez, how long has it been since the last season? A year? 18 months? Like every other woman in the country between puberty and menopause, I have a crush on Don Draper. I would love to have my chance to do the mattress mambo with him. Yes, of course I know he's a fictional character, but that doesn't change anything.

Speaking of fiction (I'm doing my best to make the segues smooth.  How am I doin'?), The Hunger Games movie is finally out. I loved the books, and I can't wait to see the movie.  I talked with Daunt about going and we thought we'd try to rustle up Cara and Beth and have a PWK night at the movies. Cara says, "Maybe next week."  Next week??? What about me says "delayed gratification?"  Nothing. Is it not obvious that I'm a Carpe Diem kind of gal?

Speaking of seizing the day, after Hubby discovered last week that he could wake me up with a little anal poking without me going through the roof (read Old Dog. New Trick.), he has become an anal addict.This morning, I was awakened  at 5:00 a.m. to that painful little surprise. Let me be clear.  I didn't mind the anal sex. I didn't even mind being awakened by a hard cock being forced into my ass (although that will bring you from full asleep to wide awake faster than anything else I know). What I did mind was that it happened at 5:00 a.m.. On a Sunday morning! That's just wrong.

I'll be back posting again this week, Prowlers. Thanks for your patience!