Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Kitty's Special Birthday Gift

A GIFT! A GIFT! Kitty got a GIFT for her birthday!! Kitty was dreading her birthday this year. I’m not even sure why actually. I mean Kitty does not get caught up on age and typically don’t make a big deal out of my birthday. But lately I haven’t been getting along with some major people in my family and someone at work was acting like a real piece of shit.

It turned out not to be so bad after all though. The piece of shit left our company thank god…ON Kitty’s birthday and well…Kitty is coming to realize that just because you share blood with people doesn’t mean they will love and support you.

So anyway Kitty has been working upward of 70 hours a week for the past few weeks. The end is near but we still have a few weeks to go. I did get a lovely invitation from Hammer to meet for a play date and believe me KITTY would have LOVED to meet Hammer for some stress relief but sadly I had to decline.

And so after yet another 12 hour day not to mention a treacherous drive in a snow storm just to get to work, I arrived home and began opening the mail. There was a curious card that was addressed to “Katz” which could only mean one thing. My kids of course were hovered around breathing down my neck to see what was in the envelope. When I opened it and saw his first name I knew exactly who it was from. I am not sure what touched me more, the gift card, the lottery ticket with all the hearts all over it or the sentimental birthday card addressed to me and signed by “him” including “xoxoxo”. Can I just tell you that “xoxoxo” from a man melts my heart EVERY time?


My first reaction of course was to text him to thank him but let’s face it…that would not have been wise. And so, I am writing this blog to thank my dear, sweet wonderful Hammer for thinking of me on my birthday. I will have to think of a way to somehow SHOW my appreciation. Hammer, you melt my little Grinch like heart xoxoxo.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Hump Day

Kitty is going through a rather challenging time lately. I think I read on Bader’s blog or Kat’s blog that it’s almost better not to have sex because after not having it for a long time and then having it, you remember what you have been missing and crave it more. I think that may be what happened to Kitty after my little tryst with Hammer the other day. After that I started thinking about the blog. I miss my blog and aside from not having any material to write about I have no time to write anymore. It makes me sad.

T-Bone has been texting Kitty a lot. Who knows why. I mean I KNOW why but Kitty has been pretty clear about not getting together with T-Bone. Regardless, he texts me and because I will always have a soft spot in my heart for T-Bone, I indulge him.

Today he was bored at work and Kitty was crazy busy. I was rather annoyed when he texted “Are you working?”

My reply was, “Yes. What the fuck do you think I do all day?”

T-Bone is relentless which is both endearing and aggravating so in an effort to torture him a little for a change and have some fun at the same time, I texted, “Don’t think about that time we met and you came on my face.” I could tell I was getting to him because he was texting things like “When are we getting together again? I want to fuck you so bad.”

Then Kitty texted, “Don’t think about fucking me hard from behind with me saying over and over ‘fuck me hard baby’.”

The problem with all of this was while I was clearly getting T-Bone worked into a frenzy, I was also getting myself all hot and bothered. To make matters worse, I had a sitter coming to the house and didn’t have to work late so would be able to fit a play date in should I find a suitable play mate. First I tried Hammer whose wife was out of town. He of course had something going on with the kids. DAMN!

I took a shot in the dark and texted Tom Hagen. Our conversation went kind of like this:

Kitty: You are not around tonight by any chance are you?

Tom Hagen: Around where??
I'm actually going to study for my CDL license
 Kitty: Lol red carpet in *****

Tom Hagen: Haha! Is this a proposition?

Kitty: Say no. I'm trying to talk myself out of it.
Proposition??? No no I was going to help you study

Tom Hagen: So what happened to needing someone more regular?

Kitty: Nothing happened I still feel that way but I am having a weak moment.
Talk me out of it. You have to study
And I am not at all prepared. I'd be coming from work. Not sexy at all

Tom Hagen: Is tonight the only free time you have?

Kitty: Sundays are my day off. Don't give in. Be strong and tell me no!!

Tom Hagen: I need you fully prepared!! Nothing less. Lol
You’re funny! So you don't want me to fill you with my hot cum? Lol
And fuck you hard!

Kitty: Lol well when you put it that way...
It would be hot to meet...fuck hard relieve some pressure then go home...don't you think?

Tom Hagen: Absolutely!!

Kitty: Ok that's not helping
You are supposed to belittle me and make me ashamed
This is not how a nice girl acts!!!

Tom Hagen: I think we are past the belittling and shame.
Nice girls need to get laid too

Kitty: Crap! You make a good point

Tom Hagen: So what are you in the mood for

Kitty: Don't even start! That's what got me in the pickle I'm in right now

Tom Hagen: And what did you do to get this way

Kitty: I would have to tell you in person
Or show you

Tom Hagen: Give me details. There won't be much talking when we meet. Lol
Kitty: Too much to type and I'm still at work

Tom Hagen: Make it short!

Kitty: I am under a lot of stress at work but am leaving regular time. Kids have a sitter. I have time, energy and am super horny

Tom Hagen: Tonight isn't good but can do Friday night or next Tues

Kitty: Ok

Tom Hagen: And don't go calling anyone on your list! Lol

Kitty: I am hoping to be settled and refocused shortly
If you only knew
Tom Hagen doesn’t know about Kitty’s blog. I wonder what he would think if he did.


Sunday, February 23, 2014

Stress Relief

To say that I still keep in touch with my old lovers would be an understatement. I still work here and there with XXX. I hear from T-Bone from time to time. Not too long ago Hammer was at my house to check out a problem I was having with my refrigerator. We texted back and forth a little after that about getting together but it wasn’t until his email to me the other day that I really felt the urge.

He mentioned that since the weather is getting nicer his hormones are raging. Kitty totally GETS that! So when Hammer said his Mrs. was going out of town and asked if I wanted to hook up, I thought, “What the hell?”

Kitty has been super frisky lately and there are no playmates on the horizon. I was told not too long ago that men don’t want to be tied down with kids. Well, my kids are here to stay. Men come and go so for now the occasional play date will have to suffice.

Things are also quite crazy at work for Kitty so when Hammer mentioned relieving some stress that absolutely struck a chord.

We agreed on a day and time very quickly and opted for our usual meeting place. He began texting me in the morning about “chubbing” which made Kitty wet and gleeful. It’s been a while since Kitty has enjoyed a man’s erection. In the meantime Bad Boy was texting me as well and when I told him about my play date with Hammer he asked for some pictures. Hammer being the easy going guy that he is agreed. Kitty loves to please two men at once.

I have to say that I enjoy meeting men at hotels more now that I am single even more than I was married. There is a sense of independence that I get and of course the paranoia and guilt are no longer there. Sure, Kitty does not feel good about fucking another woman’s man but Hammer…well…he is just what Kitty needs right now and unfortunately he is in fact another woman’s husband.

Kitty took her time grooming and primping for Hammer. I shaved and bathed and covered my body with sweet almond body cream. I slipped into a red thong per Hammer’s request even though I am completely self conscious about the weight that I have gained recently. There is a part of me that is hoping this play date will be the incentive that Kitty needs to get my shit together.

I drove up to the hotel. Hammer arrived shortly after me, got our room and we walked in together. We began kissing immediately. It was familiar…gentle and then Hammer said “Get down on your knees and take my cock out.” I quickly followed his directions and became turned on immediately. I knelt down still completely dressed and unzippered his jeans then pulled them down along with his boxers. His cock was fully erect. I put it in my mouth and began to enjoy the sensation of licking the head and sucking it. After a few moments I stood and we undressed. Hammer reached down between my legs noticing that I was in fact wet and ready for him. Still he moved his fingers inside of me which made me crave his cock that much more. I pulled him on top of me onto the bed and he thrust inside of me. Damn did that feel nice. I felt close to cumming several times but it was while I was sucking on Hammer’s cock as he was licking my pussy that finally brought me to that special place. I had asked him what he did because at the time I had lost total control and had what seemed to be the most intense orgasm of my life. Unfortunately Kitty is not a squirter so only Kitty knows when I am having an orgasm although like I said I lost complete control and was quite vocal I am sure.

We enjoyed playing with one of Kitty’s toys and Kitty played a whole lot with Hammer’s cock until finally he enjoyed his release. We lay together quite comfortably talking about our families with one another. At this point Hammer has met my kids, been to my house and although I have never been to his I know enough about his family to have an interest in their well being. I posed a few single lady questions to Hammer and being as sweet as he is insisted he had no idea why the single guys around here cannot appreciate a girl like Kitty. We both agreed that Kitty’s secret life is a fun little bonus but no single man has been wise enough to get to know Kitty well enough to enjoy that side of me.


One thing I have to say about Hammer. He has boundless energy in bed. He could have gone on and on I believe but alas three hours had passed rather quickly and we both needed to get home to our real lives and Kitty needed to rest after that workout. And so the countdown continues. How long will Kitty have to wait to relieve some more stress?

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Special Requests


It’s funny. I’ve been wanting to write something lately but haven’t had the time or the desire. Oh, I’ve had some playful texts with both Hammer and T-Bone lately. Hammer even came to my house to check on my refrigerator and we talked about getting together but nothing materialized. It’s really for the best. Even though I am not in a position to make judgments about infidelity, now that I am single, I prefer to fuck men who are also single…or at least who I think are single. It’s my own personal hang up which I cannot explain.

So this morning (New Year’s Eve), I was just leaving Starbucks and on my way to work. It’s chilly here on the East Coast and particularly quiet in the small shore town that I live in. It’s peaceful and I am at peace. So I treated myself to a Grande Salted Caramel Mocha and a blueberry scone. What the hell? I mean if Kitty doesn’t treat herself right, who else will?

Sure enough as I was getting into my car I see two texts. One was from BD2 with a nice shot of his rugged yet sexy face. I melt when he sends me pictures of himself. And my pussy immediately becomes wet. My attraction to him is uncanny.

The second text was from none other than my old lover T-Bone. Sure, we keep in touch and although I have told him that I want my own playmate that I don’t have to share, T-Bone keeps on keeping on as they say.

I can’t explain why but I do have a soft spot in my heart for some of my old lovers including T-Bone. Lately he has been trying to get me over to the dominatrix side. I tell him over and over that Kitty prefers to be dominated in bed, not the reverse. So this morning T-Bone texted me in his East Coast bossy sort of way “Write about me wanting to be a cuckold”.  He even gave me license to trash the Mrs. T-Bone which Kitty would not do of course. T-Bone’s other request was that I make sure to write about how BIG he is.

Okay, Kitty has a big smile on my face as I type this. Yes, my dear sweet T-Bone is in fact well endowed and yes, he has a BIG COCK which gets nice and hard for Kitty…at least that’s how I remember it. It’s sad that Mrs. T-Bone won’t play his cuckold game because it seems like the perfect remedy for what ails them.

Kitty did in fact offer to let T-Bone watch BD2 and I next time we are together. I haven’t ever run this idea past BD2 and I am pretty sure he would not go for it but it seems like a harmless request in the scheme of things and boy does Kitty love fucking BD2.

I can picture T-Bone sitting quietly in a chair off to the side of the hotel room that BD2 and I play in. T-Bone is naked and holding his cock. Kitty has helped him undress and has given his cock a little sucking as BD2 looks over my shoulder. BD2 seems a little possessive in bed which is one of the things I love about him so I can’t imagine he would let me suck on T-Bone too long before he pulls me up saying something rough and sexy like “Come on now. Share some with Daddy.”

Every now and then BD2 likes me to call him “Daddy”. Kitty turns to BD2 who already has his cock exposed outside of his Levis and Kitty begins to lick BD2 just the way he likes to be licked. Then Kitty sucks the head of his cock going into that place in Kitty’s head where all I am thinking about is the deliciousness of BD’s cock in my mouth.

Kitty stands slowly and begins to unbutton BD’s denim shirt exposing his hairy taught upper body. Kitty sucks his nipples as BD lets out a slight groan. T-Bone watches from his chair with his own cock in his hands rubbing and stroking himself.

Kitty pushes BD’s Levi’s to the ground. He begins to undress Kitty leaving my red lace bra and thong intact. BD leads Kitty to the bed. I can see T-Bone out of the corner of my eye but am still completely focused on BD as he slides his finger into my wet pussy. His thumb grazes my g-spot leaving me breathless then he plunges his cock inside of me pushing the lacy thong off to the side.

“God, you feel good,” I tell him.

He thrusts several times before commanding me to get on my knees. Kitty follows BD’s directions. BD pulls off Kitty’s thong then begins to thrust his cock inside of Kitty from behind as he watches himself in the hotel mirror.

Surprisingly he says, “Do you like what you see?” Directing his voice to T-Bone.

T-Bone seems breathless as his stroking becomes more intense. Kitty’s senses are overloaded as I focus on how good BD’s cock feels inside of me along with the sound of his sexy and commanding voice speaking to T-Bone who is clearly enjoying the view.

BD’s speed increases and his thrusting intensifies as T-Bone begins to groan. Kitty reaches through and begins rubbing my clit as BD and I both cum together then falling into one another on the bed.

Things go quiet.

I wonder what BD would think if he ever read this.

Happy and healthy new year to all of Kitty’s cyber friends. My your New Year be filled with much pleasure!

Sunday, December 1, 2013

You Can't Blame a Kitty...


It’s been a while since Kitty has gotten laid. Nearly six months. At first it was okay because I still had some hope that things might work out with Tom Hagen. When I realized they wouldn’t I became a little sad then met potential companions here and there and really thought I could pull the platonic companion thing off…until I saw that BDII was back on Plenty of Fish.

I must have been weak that day. I don’t even remember. I just remember that I was so so bored at work and getting into all sorts of online mischief. So I threw a quick profile up without a photo and emailed BDII. He responded within minutes.

We managed to make a play date just after Thanksgiving. He opted to get us a room which is my all time favorite place to fuck anymore. Each morning he’s been texting me pictures of his cock which I have to admit makes my mouth water. This is attentive for BDII. Before we split, we would go days without texting or talking on the phone. Now Kitty is realistic. I know this is not love. I know that BDII and I have no future but hey, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do to get laid.

Don’t ask me why but somewhere during the week I began to get a little nervous. I began to wonder if BDII was in fact a serial killer. Maybe he just wanted to meet to do away with me once and for all. Another thought that crossed my mind was maybe he would drug me and take my vital organs. Every horror story that I ever heard or saw came to mind.

As Sunday morning approached Kitty was nervous, excited and horny as hell. BD’s texts were simple yet sexy. I drove to meet him just as I had before. I pulled into the hotel parking lot and spotted his car next to the room number he had texted me earlier. I parked next to BDII and knocked on the door. He opened the door immediately and greeted me with his stunning smile. I immediately gave him a kiss and he gave me a hug as we quickly exchanged compliments. Within seconds I began unbuttoning his shirt and he unbuttoned mine. We removed our pants and he exposed his already hard cock which seemed to be motioning for me to kneel down to greet it. I kneeled and slowly sucked on the head of BDII’s cock. He moaned. I sucked a little longer than rose up on my feet as he pulled me toward the bed.

We began kissing. I loved that we could take our time. BDII was kind this time. He was moved from hard fucking to soft gentle kissing adding just the right amount of dirty talk.

When he mentioned anal sex I took a deep breath. The last time we were together BDII was so rough when he entered me anally. He switched back and forth between fucking me in the ass and then my pussy and as a result I feared an infection.
Today he was much different. As he entered me I whispered “be gentle”. He said “I thought you like it rough.”

“I do but anal is different. You have to be gentle.” That was all it took. BDII was as gentle as could be adding additional lubrication. Once he had had enough, BDII went to the bathroom and washed his cock commenting that he was sanitizing his cock so that Kitty could suck on it some more…and so I did.

Kitty enjoys fucking BDII for many reasons. We are constantly on the same wavelength in bed. We rest at the same time then fuck then rest then fuck. At one point I told BDII that he is the sexiest 57 year old man I have ever met. He really is something. I had forgotten how handsome he is and how charming he can be. He gave me a holiday card and inside wrote “I never stop thinking about you” Love [BDII].


Kitty has to keep reminding myself that BDII is just a playmate. Kitty cannot fall for BDII again but a play date here and there…THAT’s something Kitty can manage.

Friday, November 15, 2013

"Men Love Bitches"


It’s funny actually. I was planning to write this and then Chashunk wrote his comment on my “Broken Toys” post. I have been told over and over that I try too hard. It’s my Type A personality I think. I always want to do the best I can do. I always want to have the happiest kids, dogs, home and lovers. I never thought of it as a flaw but I guess it really is!

Anyway, enough about that! Prior to reading Chashunk’s comment I had deleted all of my online dating accounts. He’s right. The single online dating scene is far different from Ashley Madison and not in a good way. It’s just not for me.

In addition one of my friends recommended a book called “Men Love Bitches”. At first I had a hard time parting with the ten bucks to download it on my kindle. A little known fact about Kitty is that I can be super cheap usually when it pertains to buying something for me. But I broke down and made the purchase. As promised this book changed my perspective. It may have changed my LIFE! At least for the time being.

In a nutshell the book is an empowering read which describes how men enjoy “the hunt” and if as a woman you go out of your way to make things easy for them, they lose interest in you and any potential for a relationship is gone. On the surface Kitty knew all of this already but Kitty HATES to play those games. Kitty HATES to play “hard to get” and Kitty HATES to fuck with people’s emotions.

For whatever reason, the way this book was written really made Kitty feel empowered. I can highly recommend the book.

Originally I had planned to write about the prospect of never having sex again. As people around me couple up one by one and as the holidays approach I am reminded that my prospects of ever having sex again are slim.

There were moments when the thought of never feeling a man’s hands on my body ever again made me sad. The thought of never feeling a hard cock inside me brought a tear to my eye. But then once again I realized that about 18 months ago I was living in a bad marriage with a man who was comfortable lying next to my naked body night after night without so much as brushing up against me.


Kitty is much MUCH happier and in all honesty I really do believe that someday I’ll feel those hands…I’ll feel that cock inside of me. Kitty has faith.

Friday, November 1, 2013

Broken Toys


I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately. I’ve been online on Plenty of Fish, Ashley Madison…HELL…even Facebook. The world is full of broken people…broken “toys”. I am one among them.

I talk to my male friends and I say “I don’t think I will ever meet a man I can let my guard down with and who I can trust.” That makes me sad because when I let my guard down and trust, I think I’m pretty amazing. I must be right? I am not saying that because I am conceited…believe me. I am saying that because when I let my guard down and am myself, I am surrounded by a pretty amazing group of people and why would an amazing group like that want to hang around with someone like me?

I also think there are degrees of “broken”. I’m probably somewhere in the middle. I am coming across all sorts of interesting broken toys on Plenty of Fish. Mostly down and out types. Several were supposedly quite successful at one point and are now doing blue collar work.

Biker Dude II had some sort of hang up which I never got the chance to combat. He dumped me for some unknown reason without any notice whatsoever. I just saw a picture of him on some biker website with a young, blonde painted girl. I don’t know if she was some chick from a biking show or his new girlfriend but it made me sad and of course it made me jealous. How could he be so cold? How did he move on SO fast? And why didn’t he fall head over heels in love with me?

That’s where I am broken apparently. Biker Dude II and I were nowhere near compatible and yet I craved his attention. My friends say I deserve better. One of my male friends actually told me that I am too far over BDII’s social level not to mention education. I try not to think that way but still…

So I suppose we all have to decide what level of broken is acceptable for us. My days of saving the down and out guy are past. No, that doesn’t mean he has to be filthy rich…god forbid. It just means that I am together on a professional level as well as a personal level and I am financially responsible. I just want the same in my partner. Is that too much to ask?
I often wonder if I will ever meet someone special…someone I feel that connection with who can still maintain an erection. I wonder if I will ever have sex again. The thought of never having sex again is really upsetting to me. I’m not even 50 yet for God’s sake!

Time is slipping by and although on a day to day basis I don’t NEED a man. I’m not looking for a husband or even a live in boyfriend. I guess I’m just looking for someone whose not broken…just bent.