The Tom Cat

Kitty met a special friend on part Deux of Ashley Madison. I call him The Tom Cat because…well…um…he asked me to and it has something to do with his age. He was hesitant at first to be a subject of my blog and I told him that was not a deal breaker but damn he is just too adorable to keep to myself. He asked me to preserve his identity so um…DUH! I will tell you a few things about him that caught my attention. First of all he is older. His age was a concern for him but he sent me a photo of his body and damn if he is not in great shape. He is also adamant about treating me well and not hurting me. Now you all know that Kitty has her new set of rules but I give him some credit for at least making the effort to say it and who knows. Tom Cat may be that one special man that I can meet and enjoy without any bad feelings.

So after several weeks of email communication which drove Kitty out of my skin because it got so hot. Kitty and Tom Cat agreed to meet. I know your first question is going to be Kitty did you stick to your new rules? Well…no…not really. I know. That’s bad right?

One thing that I did that I never have done before…well…once before was had a phone conversation with him. I wanted to hear the sound of his voice and boy was it sexy. It reminded me of Bad Boy’s voice. That’s a good sign right?

We agreed to meet and Kitty was surprisingly calm. Now first off let me tell you that Tom Cat texted me when he got to the hotel. #1 he offered to pick up lunch for me since I was coming straight from work and wouldn’t have time to stop. Kitty thought that was UNBELIEVABLEY sweet. Tom Cat also waited for me outside of the hotel and greeted me so that I didn’t have to make that long humiliating walk of shame past the chipper girls at the front desk that may be starting to recognize me by now. Tom Cat of course spared no expense and got us a super duper suite. The shame of it was that we only really used ONE room…and the bathroom of course. Oh and lastly that silly Tom Cat bought Kitty a gift.  It was actually a clever little book to use for research for my blog. God that Tom Cat is a DOLL.

Now out of respect for my Tom Cat Kitty will not go into detail about our first encounter. I will say that there was a lot of  kissing, touching, sexy talk, licking, sucking, positions and one rather explosive orgasm as a result of one of Kitty’s trademark blow jobs after which Tom Cat offered to buy flowers and a thank you card for Bad Boy for teaching me how to give blow jobs. Do I need to worry here?

So Tom Cat, I know you said you don’t want to read my blog because you don’t want to read about all the men I am fucking but if you are reading this…I truly had a wonderful time.

Kitty's Mind Games

Kitty didn’t get any sleep last night. For those of you who don’t know me my bed is an absolute circus once the lights go out. For one we have this crazy dog that loves to hunt for the cat that lives under my bed. For another, Angry Guy is up and down all night either to go get a cigarette or let the dog out or whatever. Last night was worse than ever because on top of everything I was having nightmares. I kept dreaming that we were being evacuated and I had to get to the cat and the dog that were in two different apartments. I have no idea what the significance of the dreams is but it left me rattled and un-rested this morning.

When I lie awake at night I try to think about those warm September days when I would go to XXX’s place. I would tap on the front door and he would answer. Sometimes he was shirtless wearing only a pair of cargo shorts. He would smile and his crystal blue eyes would sparkle as he let me in. I walked immediately toward the kitchen counter to put down my phone, my keys and my sunglasses as XXX stood in front of me ready to give me that first welcome kiss before we walked upstairs to his bedroom together. Those were fond memories and a part of me would love to start again.

The wonderful thing about my relationship with XXX is that we don’t play games. If I want to know what he wants I ask him. He is fairly clear about what he wants out of our relationship although we both agree that we don’t know what the future holds for us as a couple. The thing is that XXX is so caught up in playing a mind game with his wife that I almost HAVE to play too. I notice for instance that I get more attention from XXX when I back off from the emails, the mid morning visits to his office and the after work texts. When I lay off he initiates although when I initiate he is always pleasant and receptive.

I was reading some of my old posts from the past few months with XXX. I was amazed to see how some of my posts were full of love when XXX and I were together, then they were full of disgust, then indifference and now somehow we are back to love. I realized this morning that I am feeling for XXX the way I tell myself to feel. When we are at work we act professionally. When I look into his eyes I can see more…or not depending on what I tell myself.

I think for now I have to take a step back and “regroup” as Bad Boy has said. XXX needs to work this thing out with his wife and I need to stop myself from initiating. If he wants me he knows where to find me and he will, he has before. But for now Kitty just needs a rest.

Kitty The Consultant

Something kind of funny and interesting is happening this time around on Ashley Madison. Kitty has been getting requests to consult on men’s profiles on Ashley Madison. It happened quite by accident really. See, Kitty has been corresponding with a new special friend. Personally I don’t care for his profile and had some opinions about his pictures but his emails gave me a good feeling about him so I let the other stuff go. In the meantime there were other men who of course were contacting Naughty Kitty. I mean COME ON! Who wouldn’t RIGHT?!?!?

So once my new special friend and I began seriously discussing hooking up we made a silent agreement not to hook-up with anybody else. Some of the other men were sending such sweet emails that I didn’t have the heart to just ignore them so I politely explained that I was communicating with someone else and am focusing on him until we see where our relationship is going. Surprisingly each of the men responded with equally polite emails thanking me for my consideration. Kitty is a polite kitty if nothing else.

Then one by one these same men began emailing me asking my opinion of their Ashley Madison profiles. Really they weren’t bad so it was easy to be truthful without hurting anybody’s feelings. I even took it upon myself to consult with my new special friend about his profile and how he can make it better. That’s when he started telling me how a lot of the women on Ashley Madison specify in their profiles not to contact them if you are over a certain age. That makes Kitty sad. What can I say except their loss is Kitty’s gain? Now Kitty just needs to figure out how to capitalize on this new consulting gig so Kitty can retire to a tropical island somewhere.

Rules for Round Deux

Kitty has taken the past few months to reflect upon my Ashley Madison activity from the first round. Looking back I really learned a lot about men and about myself. I learned among other things that I need a new set of rules and I need to stick to them this time…NO EXCEPTIONS. So Kitty has a devised a Top Ten list of rules for round two of Ashley Madison.

10. Condoms, Condoms, Condoms – no ifs, ands or buts about it. Everybody is wrapping it up from this point forward or their cocks are not getting near Kitty’s kitty.

9. Slow and steady wins the race – No more hook-ups in hotel rooms without meeting first. Kitty got real lucky but things have changed and no matter how horny Kitty is things will have to follow an order.

8.  No over sharing-My whole purpose behind getting involved with Ashley Madison was to get a bit of a tougher skin. After going over some of my better encounters I realized that they were the encounters where I was able to keep my distance. I didn’t share too much information with them and they didn’t share too much with me.

7. Don’t take it personally if they don’t want to meet again or even if they don’t want to meet after seeing your photo. This actually just happened to me today. Someone asked for my photo and at the same time I directed him to my blog. I received an email back saying he was too nervous and his wife was “gorgeous” and he wasn’t sure why he was even doing this. Um…OKAY. Actually it didn’t bother me too much especially since I was less than impressed by his photo. Also, I am not looking for some nervous guy who is on the fence about the whole thing. I am looking for someone who is going to follow through even if it is just for the one meeting.

6. Condoms, condoms, condoms no matter how much whining he does about not being able to feel sensation.

5. TMI Kitty is not going into detail about my marriage or my previous relationships. Kitty thinks that is either a turn off for these men or ammunition to use against me later on.

4. Keep them guessing. In the past Kitty removed my AM profile and pulled myself out of the game. I didn’t want to lead anybody on but I find that when a guy realized I had no other options they took what they wanted from Kitty then walked away. Even if I don’t follow up on anybody I think the competition keeps the boys on their toes.

3. Don’t ask don’t tell. Kitty met a guy on AM and against everything in this post, I immediately began to like him. BAD KITTY!! I made the mistake of asking how many other women he was corresponding with. He answered honestly and Kitty felt that sick feeling in my stomach. You know the one. This was a reminder of exactly why Kitty pulls herself out of the game. Well, I picked myself up and dusted myself off and decided on the don’t ask don’t tell method. Even though I’d love to know about my competition, I have to remind myself that I am not in this to be hurt or deceived. I am in it for the sheer pleasure of the sex and as long as the guy is not bringing any other women on our date, and as long as he wears a condom, I need not concern myself with them.

2. Condoms, condoms, condoms no matter how handsome he is.

1. No matter what they say no matter what they promise Kitty will approach each and every one of these encounters as though it is the last. No communication will be initiated by Kitty afterwards no matter what.

Kitty is hoping that with this new set of rules to live by I will be able to keep a clear head and enjoy my Ashley Madison like I used to when I first signed up. Oh and if any of you have anything to add please fee free!

Law Guy

Kitty met a new friend today. Actually Kitty recognized him from the gym then the office then the gym again. Okay Kitty is not “all there” at 5:00 a.m. so it took me a little while to make the connection. Anyway this morning he drove into the office parking lot right after me in his beautiful BMW. Now Kitty is not a big whore for cars but I do appreciate a beautiful car when I see one. I am not sure which model his is but it’s very sporty and Naughty Kitty would look really nice in the passenger seat of that car.

I was fumbling for my office key and we walked up behind me.

Now those of you who know Kitty should know that I am an outgoing kind of Kitty so I said “Hey don’t you go to the [name of my gym]?” To which his reply was “yes” with a big old smile.

Since Kitty was caught a little off guard by the chance meeting I stammered a bit. He was asking me if I was one of the people who “open” the gym. I think I said yes. Then I asked him where he worked. I thought he might be a financial guy because there are mostly finance companies in my building. Then he said “No, I’m [his real first name] from [the name of a big local law firm].”

He asked where I work of course and I gave him Big Cheese’s name. Then we parted ways and agreed to meet at the gym in the morning.

As I walked into my office it occurred to me that Law Guy is THE LAW GUY. He’s the number one partner of the firm. Who knows where this new friendship may take Kitty. I wonder if Law Guy could use a Naughty Kitty like me to sit in the passenger seat of his sporty little BMW.

Ageists

Kitty is thinking about “Age” today. Kitty’s new special friend is a bit older than Kitty. Kitty happens to like older men and for some reason just can’t get that across to my new special friend. I ask him his real age only because I am just realizing that some of the men on Ashley Madison fib about their age. This makes Kitty sad. Are the women out there on Ashley Madison REALLY ageists? If so that just SUCKS! Older men are a big turn on for Kitty. It’s no secret that Kitty has “Daddy issues”.

The thought of fibbing about my age never occurred to me. I’d rather it be right out there. I’d rather be upfront so that if and when the time comes to meet in person the let down is minimal. XXX and Big Cheese have both done online dating and they both have told me that the pictures the women post are deceiving. Kitty would rather post a not so great picture of myself and have a guy be pleasantly surprised when they meet me in person. It’s risky but it works for me. XXX told me the other day that my Ashley Madison photo makes me look like a Mennonite grandmother and that I am much more beautiful in person. I know RIGHT?!?! He offered to take a better picture of me but I HATE having my picture taken and so I will continue to use the Mennonite grandma shot for now. Maybe the old guys on Ashley Madison LIKE Mennonite grandmas!

Anyway, what’s going on with women on Ashley Madison sticking their noses up in the air at older men?

Fairy

This morning has been one of those mornings where living alone would not be the worst thing in the world. Angry Guy got up before the alarm. He was bitter when I got downstairs. The dog had him up. Can I offer a suggestion? How about if you are going to sit downstairs waiting for me to fall asleep at night so you don’t have to fuck me you LET THE DAMN DOG OUT before you come upstairs?!?! Just a suggestion. Then I asked him a question and he made a comment like “I don’t know if I have time to do it because I HAVE DONE EVERYTHING ELSE!!” REALLY!?!?!?! EVERYTHING?!?!?!?!

So now apparently making the kid’s lunch in the morning is “EVERYTHING”. I am wondering if Angry Guy thinks the laundry fairy comes to visit twice a week to do all the laundry including sorting, washing, drying, folding AND putting it away in everybody’s drawers. Do all of you have a Laundry Fairy who does this?

Apparently Angry Guy also believes there is some fairy that comes to the house and dusts, vacuums, changes the cat litter, mops the floors, cleans up after the dog outside, pays the bills, makes the beds, cleans feeds and entertains the kids every single day not to mention deposit additional funds to our checking account. Do any of you have that fairy?

So I apologize that poor Angry Guy has to do EVERYTHING around here. I was unaware. Lucky for him he doesn’t waste any time fucking his wife. That’s the fairy that I want to meet.

Sex Without Passion

We have fallen into our same old routine. We eat dinner as a family, clean up then Angry Guy sits and watches television. Sometimes I try to sit beside him but lately I have had to compete with the kids and the dog so I take the opportunity to go up to my bedroom to read. My bedroom is my haven. I enjoy the little bit of quiet time that I have there until everybody realizes where I am and gallop to find me. Once the kids are showered and go to bed I am left once again to enjoy my quiet time while Angry Guy enjoys his. Most of the time I get the feeling he waits for me to fall asleep. Last night for whatever reason I was still awake when he came to bed.

I rolled onto my side with my back toward him as I always do not so much to give him the cold shoulder but because this is the position that easily allows me to fall asleep. He snuggled into me from behind gently which he often does. I know by now that this is sometimes simply his way of saying “good night”. Tonight he ran his hand down my hip realizing that I wasn’t wearing any panties he gave a sigh of approval. I whispered that I needed to brush my teeth. “So brush your teeth,” he said. I scurried into the bathroom and quickly freshened my breath. As I walked back to bed I slipped off the tee shirt I was wearing and locked the door. I slipped into bed and began kissing him. He rubbed me then grabbed my hand and pulled it down toward his cock. I rubbed him then immediately put him in my mouth letting him dictate the rhythm as he moved his hips. He pulled me up and I hopped on top of him rocking with him inside of me as he played with my breasts. He doesn’t speak. I kiss him and then he rolls me over onto my back so he can finish. This is our routine. We very rarely vary. After he cums he takes care of me.

It occurred to me in the middle of fucking him that our sex has no passion. I know you are all saying “Kitty, what the fuck do you want? You complain that he doesn’t fuck you then he finally does and you complain that you want PASSION?!” Well….YEAH!!!

I texted XXX and asked him if our sex was full of passion. His response was "Yes, of course!"

Is there something wrong with me? I mean what do you all think? What do you all get? Do you have sex with passion with your spouses after years and years of marriage? Kitty wants to know.

Bumping Uglies

Bad Boy and I have been texting back and forth. He has been SO FRISKY lately and damned if he lived closer I would SO help him out with that!

Oh we talk a lot about relationships in general as well as our own. He thinks we will meet again someday in person. I hope that is true but more and more I hope we meet under the right circumstances. Like all the other men I have had encounters with Bad Boy says he is different. I think he means that he is different in the way he would treat me afterwards…after we fuck. Maybe. I can never be sure until we go there. In reality Bad Boy IS different. We have a past. We have a history. Of course we can never go back.  I wouldn’t want to but maybe a little “Do-Over” would be nice just so I can show him how far I have come since those hot summer days in my bedroom and the peach fields in the town where we grew up.

So the other day I got a text from Bad Boy saying “Don’t freak out but can you send me a picture?” Now Bad Boy can view my face book pictures anytime he wants so I know he meant the Naughty Kitty kind of pictures. It just happened that I took a shot a while back for “Unsatisfied” and kept it tucked away in my computer along with a shot of my breast.

Now here is the thing about Kitty. There was a time when I was young, thin and possibly beautiful to some although nobody ever really called me “beautiful”. As a result I have always been self conscious and hate having my pictures taken. In my old age this seems to have gotten worse which is why “Unsatisfied” encouraged me to take the pictures in the first place.

So I sent over the pictures to Bad Boy almost immediately which I think pleasantly surprised him. Now I am a woman who loves pictures of naked bodies. I love looking at a man’s hard cock and can appreciate the beauty of a woman’s body even a woman’s pussy….mine…not so much. I suppose it’s a matter of taste so when Bad Boy referred to my pictures in a positive way I just took the compliment and told him that he now owes me a picture. As promised once he got home from work he sent it. His cock was long and hard just as I remembered it. I longed to put it in my mouth. I LONG to put it in my mouth.

He and I texted back and forth a little more. He wanted another pussy picture but from a different angle. Can I just tell you that my pictures are for lack of a better word BAD? I warned him. I have no skills and absolutely no privacy but in the interest of pleasing him I took the shot and sent it to him. He seemed pleased although like I said the sight of my own pussy does not please me as much as some of the other pictures I have seen of others.

I told him this to which his response was “I guess that’s why they call it ‘bumping uglies’.” As usual Bad Boy is full of infinite wisdom.

Good Writer

Kitty got an email from a special Ashley Madison friend the other day. He had just taken a few moments to read my blog and wrote “Kitty you are a GOOD writer.”

Now, I don’t want to get sidetracked but can I say that when I mention my blog to men from Ashley Madison I always hesitate. I don’t mean to give the impression that they will be a subject. I always explain that identities are completely confidential and it is their option if they want me to post about any encounters we may have.

There was a point where I was able to list my blog among my profile on Ashley Madison but they must have gotten rid of that option. I liked it because anybody who read my profile had the option of reading or not reading. I picked up some readers and made some friends that way.

So when I offer the website to men on Ashley Madison it is not for the sake of bragging…not at all. I generally refer them because I believe it gives great insight as to who Kitty is in real life. Some of the men I HAVE met in person have told me that they can really get a sense of who I am on the inside, how I think and what I like. That’s EXACTLY why I refer men to the sight.

I generally get mixed reactions. Most men start by saying “I don’t know that I want you to write about me if we meet.” Which is fine by Kitty. A lot of times they will return to the blog and do a complete 180 degree turn and say “Kitty, I want to fuck you so good that you write about me over and over.” Kitty is open to that as well. Can you tell Kitty is getting frisky?

The other day a guy read the blog and saw my photo at the same time and completely freaked out. He said he doesn’t know what he is doing. He said his wife is gorgeous, that he is deleting my emails and would appreciate if I would do the same. Kitty has a sneaking suspicion that it wasn’t the blog so much as my photo that turned this guy off. Now ordinarily Kitty’s feelings would be hurt but this guy’s photo was not so hot in the first place and by the way I noticed he hasn’t removed his profile from Ashley Madison. Dude, if you don’t have enough balls to stand up to Kitty and tell the truth about not being interested because you are just not interested then DUDE, you are not going to be able to handle Kitty in the bedroom.

So see, NOW Kitty got off track. The point I am TRYING to make is that there are readers out there who will compliment Kitty on my blog and for that I love you all. But Kitty is not a professional writer by any means. My blog is recreational only at this point. I have several friends who are professional writers. They would be horrified by my blog not so much because of the content but because my writing style not to mention grammar leaves a lot to be desired.

Recently Kitty showed my post about my son to one of my professional writer friends. She is a college professor as well as a published author. She was appalled by just about everything from a technical standpoint. I told her over and over that there are men all over the region telling me that I am a “good writer” to which her reply was “Kitty, men just say that because you use the word ‘cock’ and ‘pussy’ all the time.” And so maybe Kitty is not REALLY such a good writer. Luckily, Kitty is not going to quit my day job any time soon.

Last Night

Last night as I was drifting off to sleep I thought of our emails today and what our first meeting is going to be like. I closed my eyes and thought about meeting for coffee. You are dressed in a suit and tie from work and I am in my work clothes as well. When we meet at first we both extend a hand then both lean in to kiss on the cheek like old friends. We sit and have coffee as we talk to one another we are each evaluating the possibilities for more. At one point you reach over the table and grab my hand. You look me in the eyes and say “Wanna get out of here?” I am so overwhelmed with your forwardness and your charm that I follow you. We find ourselves next door at the hotel. As we enter the room you lead the way then stop, turn and kiss me gently on the mouth. We draw the blinds and adjust the lighting so that it is dim but still allows us to see each other. We meet again and kiss gently at first then more intense as our tongues touch I get wet. I reach for you and you grab my hand moving it to your crotch allowing me to feel that you are already hard. This makes me weak with passion. I begin to unbutton your shirt and you loosen your tie and take off your jacket kissing all the while. We remove each other’s clothes then slip out of whatever is left ourselves.

I slip under the covers and you follow coming in close to me from behind. You kiss the back of my neck then turn me towards you reaching between my legs, running your fingers among the folds of my pussy. “Mmmm you are so wet, “you say to me. I am unable to speak as your fingers glide inside of me and rub me to my first orgasm. When I catch my breath I begin kissing you first on your mouth. I hold onto your cock which has become fully erect now. I begin stroking it firmly in my hand then work my mouth down to it. I suck on the head slightly then take the entire cock into my mouth until the tip touches the back of my throat. Your hand is on my head and you are saying something but all I can focus on is the sweet taste of your precum as it begins to slide down my throat.

I slide off of your cock before you explode. I want you to hold on just a little longer. You move me onto my back and begin nibbling my lips hard. Our tongues explore each other. You kiss my ear and gently nibble my ear lobes then plant gentle kisses all over my face and neck. You work your way down to my breasts then begin to nipple my nipples as your hand rubs and slides into my waiting wet cunt. You explore the folds to find my swelling clit. Then you move your lips down from my pink erect nipples kissing and licking my body downward toward my inviting wet, hot pussy. My clit whispers “suck me” and you oblige. While you nibble and suck endlessly I moan “fuck me! Fuck me! Oh god, fuck me!” You continue to tease me then you move your cock slightly into the folds of my pussy. Your cock moves ever so slowly and with just the head you rub up and down against me. I look into your eyes and with mine screaming “further! Further! FURTHER!” Slowly you move the head further into my accepting, burning cunt. You move in and out a little faster with each moment. You tell me that the heat from the fire in my pussy is shooting up your cock and filling your entire body. You are ready to cum but I am not there yet and we want to end our journey to ecstasy together.

Finally you turn me over on all fours and plunge your rock hard cock in from behind. You grab my hips and begin to buck almost violently. I lean back into you trying to envelope every inch of you. You reach around and begin rubbing my clit while still thrusting into me. “I’m going to cum,” I cry out. In my head I count three long hard thrusts from you and all at the same time we moan as we both cum together. I am ready to collapse as you pump the last of your hot cum inside of me then we both curl up you are spooning me from behind just as we first began.

Neither of us can move. We lie together naked, hot and happy intertwined in each other’s arms. We happily talk about silly things and at times a serious note with a little dirty talk for good measure. You begin to kiss me sucking on my top lip then the bottom inviting my tongue. You softly move your hand to my breasts. I lie still while you kneel at my side bent over sucking my nipples until they swell and point up toward heaven. I stroke your shaft until your cock swells once more to ready. Your lips move to my clit and you suck as I slide over and wrap my lips around your seemingly red hot head. As your tongue slides in and out of me you are sucking my clit and I am taking in all of you with my warm lips. You kiss and lick my thighs as I whisper “don’t stop eating me.” As we both explode one more time you cum never seems to end. You collapse in my arms. We lie still for a while until the clock warns it’s time to return to reality. We dress silently then the short cold walk to our cars. As I am about to get into my car and before you unlock yours you ask…no you plead “Same time, same place next Monday?” I stop, turn, smile and say “deal”. You blow a kiss. I bounce it back. The engines grind to a start and we move our separate ways as it must be but we both smile. We know this day was the beginning of a long happy journey…the beginning.

Nerdy Kitty

Today was yet another strange day in Naughty Kitty’s dull dull life. I woke us as usual and went to put my contact lenses in like I do every day. My eye burned so badly. It was like someone put soap in the cleaner or something. I immediately removed the contact lenses, washed my hands and tried again. It hurt even more this time! I cried out loud it hurt so badly. So now you are saying, “Kitty, what the hell is your point?”

Well, my point is that I ended up having to wear my glasses as opposed to my contacts. It was dress down Friday today so I just threw on a pair of jeans and a comfy flannel shirt and went to work. I figured I wouldn’t be seeing anybody except friends including Big Cheese so I really was not ready for the STIR that my NERDY look made at the office.

First of all without thinking twice I stopped in to say “good morning” to XXX. Right away he brightened up and said “SEXY TEACHER…WOW!” At that point I became a little self conscious. JEEZ-US! I wasn’t even TRYING!!

Next person I saw was my Little Latino Helper who gave me the once over, running his eyes up and down my body. He insisted on buying me a coffee today. It was at this point that I was like “WTF?!?!” I mean I didn’t REALLY look THAT different and who the hell knew that all these guys go for the “Nerdy Kitty with glasses” look. Personally I think it’s the combination of the glasses and my crazy curly brown hair but I continued about my day. Sure enough Big Cheese said “I LOVE you in glasses!” To which my reply was a smart ass, “because they cover my face?” He smiled of course.

The last straw was the cute attorney from down the hall who followed me around like a puppy dog all morning. Now don’t get me wrong I love the attention but in light of my turning over a new leaf…Oh let’s face it…I am just busy as hell at work and have no time for idle chit chat especially about my appearance which I am constantly self conscious about anyway.

And so, when the work day ended I was happy just to go home where the people who know me best barely notice what I am wearing and what I look like. Yes, it’s sad in a way but some days a Naughty Kitty just wants to be nerdy and blend into the woodwork. Today happened to be one of those days.

Back Together With My Old Friend Ashley Madison

As with everybody Kitty has her good days and her bad days.  Today has not been a great day. Sadly when I have a day like today my initial reaction is to hop on to Ashley Madison to look for new friends. Now now…I have been a really good kitty for weeks and weeks now but Kitty wants to play. And while I tried so so hard to be good and to remain true to that one special friend, he just can’t find the time for me.

The one great thing about AM is that within 5 minutes of reactivating my profile I met a few men who were eager to chat. Chatting is good right?

Let me just say that I have learned some lessons from my previous experiences. I have learned what I want and what I DON’T want. I have learned that it is not smart to meet men in hotel rooms right off the bat even though I was extremely lucky in that respect. I won’t be doing that anymore.

I have spent a lot of time reflecting on my affair with XXX mainly because he’s the only man in this whole sordid mess that took the time to sleep with me more than once and he and I are still great friends. He maintains that he thinks I am wonderful in bed and out and that any man that does not appreciate me does not deserve me.

I know exactly what I want to take from my relationship with XXX. I know what I want to bring to another relationship.

This time around Kitty is going to be more particular. I can tell now who the hunters are and I can tell who the guys are that are just going to blow smoke up my ass to get what they want.

Can Kitty take a moment to stress again that it REALLY ISN’T NECESSARY to lie to me to get me into bed?!?!!? I can pretty much guarantee that if there is a connection I will sleep with a man that I have met on Ashley Madison. That’s the whole fucking point isn’t it?!?!!?!? I JUST DON’T GET THAT!!!  So please don’t waste my time telling me that you want a long term affair when all you really want is a onetime thing. Kitty is fine with those too on occasion. Honesty is what turns Kitty on…not lies.

Anyway as you can probably tell Kitty is writing this as I drink my morning coffee.

And so, while I have been with some wonderful men who have insisted they wanted more, for whatever reason they have chosen to back away. That’s fine. That’s what Ashley Madison is for after all. Welcome back my friend. Welcome back!

Devil Dog

Have you ever noticed that Devil Dogs are the world’s most perfect food?!?!?!? I mean think about it. They are delicious and nutritious. They are full of white creamy filling which is high in protein….oh….WAIT!!!

Okay, a girl can dream can’t she? Turns out that other than the calories and LACK of nutrition, Devil Dogs strongly resemble my favorite item to put inside of my mouth. Granted, my favorite item is generally longer and harder but damn if it isn’t full of a white delicious creamy surprise!

So the other day when I came across a loose Devil Dog on the kitchen counter I couldn’t help myself. That long chocolaty cock shaped cake item just called my name. I unwrapped it and began to quiver just as I do when I am unwrapping the “real thing”. I gazed at it with desire in my eyes before drawing it closer to my face. First I had to pass it close to my nose. Then I brushed it up against my cheek briefly. I couldn’t take it any longer. I finally held it up lengthwise and ran my tongue over the long ridge of oozing white cream as I closed my eyes and tried to remember the last time I ran my tongue up the shaft of a man’s cock. God I miss that! When my tongue reached the top without thinking I poked the tip into the small indentation at the top of the Devil Dog closing my eyes again, smiling before I took my first bite.

Do I miss it, you ask? Do I miss sucking on a man’s long hard cock? Do I miss lapping up the shaft of his cock? Do I miss sucking on the head and tasting that first bit of pre-cum?

What do you think?

Happy Valentines Day!!

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY

TO ALL MY NAUGHTY KITTY

FRIENDS!!

I wish you all lots of love and laughter today and everyday.

Kitty's Rant

Today is one of those days when I think I would be better off being a single mother. Angry Guy is off from work and I am in a particularly busy point in my career so I appreciate a little help with the kids. No such luck. Now, let me apologize upfront to my male readers for the rant I am about to go on. And, YES, I do understand that not all men are like Angry Guy but here’s the thing…

When Angry Guy is at work he is completely focused and does not need to concern himself with the kids or any drama from home because Kitty takes care of EVERYTHING.

Angry Guy wants Kitty to work and believe me Kitty loves working outside of the home although admittedly I put my brilliant career on the back burner to be a dedicated mother (inserting fingers in my mouth to gag). No really, I have and I am not resentful much at all.

The thing that Angry Guy doesn’t get is that I have been unable to find anybody to pay me to just sit here and look pretty. He wants me to be home for the kids AND work. Okay so he’s not the brightest light on the Christmas tree.

Well today is especially frustrating because the school nurse called and said one of the kids needs to be picked up and Angry Guy is nowhere to be found. No, it’s not that he is in some hotel room with someone. Angry Guy simply turned off his cell phone and is ignoring the 10 messages that the school nurse left on the answering machine at home. So now the nurse is calling MY cell.

The hysterical thing is not only that we live across from the school but you can’t even imagine the shit storm that would occur if I ever turned off my cell and ignored messages from Angry Guy. The reason I know this is because years ago I did it and it wasn’t pretty. So even though I joke about wearing an ankle bracelet, my bracelet comes in the form of a smart phone.

It’s really the same old shit with him isn’t it? Things are fine and then he acts like a total asshole. The sad thing is the kids don’t even care anymore. I shouldn’t say that. It’s not nice. But the other day I had to take them to a doctor’s appointment with me. The doctor was asking all about our family history and we started talking about smoking and how Angry Guys smokes. Later the kids were asking me questions like “What will happen to us if daddy dies from lung cancer?” How sad is that?

I assured my youngest that I purposely take care of myself so that I can live a healthy life and take care of them for as long as they need me. Other than my obvious sex addiction I don't smoke or over indulge in any other substances. Once they realized that if anything ever happened to Angry Guy their lives would pretty much remain the same as far as where and how we live they were calm. If anything ever happened to Kitty however…

Rain, Rain Cum and Play

Ahhhh. It’s raining outside. That means an encounter with HIM.

HE works outside and in the rain…well…no work. Was it WRONG that I did a rain dance when I found this out? Was it wrong that the weather channel said it wasn’t going to rain until tomorrow and I WILLED the storm clouds to come out?

Well, regardless I was on my way to work figuring HE was going to work since the rain hadn’t started yet. It’s obvious because the outfit I was wearing was an outfit I would wear on a day when I am not expecting to run into anybody I want to sleep with.

So sure enough I get a text saying that he is working. Then the rain started. So I got another text saying “What time are you done with work?” And then Kitty thought to myself “FUCK!” But then Kitty thought to myself “NICE!”

So WE are finally meeting at a pre-determined hotel. Now I have to admit that as the time drew closer I became more and more nervous…not the kind of nervous that would prompt me to cancel. Kitty would never do that. But as I thought about it that initial “hello” and entry into the room is a bit nerve wracking for me. Once the first kiss is out of the way and the clothes are off Kitty is good to go.

Can I just point out that I knew things were going to be awesome at one point because #1 I hit no traffic and #2 I hit all the green lights on the way to the hotel. The only thing that really freaked me out was that when I got to the room there was a black cat sitting in front of the door. Is that some kind of an omen?

I tapped on the hotel room door. HE opened it and smiled his warm smile. I pointed out the black cat but he seemed completely uninterested. When I got into the room HE gave me a little bunch of long stem roses. DUDE, that is SO romantic!!! Can I tell you what a turn on that is?

So to start off  HE adjusted the room and the lights and the temperature to where I like it. HE has done his research and I have to say he is by far the most thoughtful lover I have had.

So as I mentioned before HE is handsome, rugged and an amazing kisser and you all know what that means. He was wearing a denim shirt and jeans and god did he look hot. I am not sure if he planned it but that outfit brought out the blue in his piercing blue eyes as well as his salt and pepper hair.

Now HE and I had a little joke going. See HE has an amazing body and like most men these days with amazing bodies he likes to exhibit his body. He sent me some beautiful pictures of himself when he was a little younger and yes, he was beautiful but to be quite honest with you, I think he is just as beautiful now. Can you tell that I am smitten?

My concern was how serious HE was about teasing me when it came to letting me have his cock. We began to undress each other. I was anxious to get out of my work clothes so I was undressed in no time. That left HIM. I unbuttoned his denim shirt without any problem. He immediately began to lick and suck my nipples. My objective was to get him closer to the bed and to finish undressing him but he pushed my hand away from his pants and warned me gently that I had to wait. He immediately went down on me bringing me to orgasm in no time. He was strong and knew his way around my body which is exactly what I love about men my age or older. He ran his fingers inside of me and went down over and over as he told me how good I tasted. I begged him to let me have his cock. He insisted he wanted me to cum. But I came baby, I came. Please let Kitty have the cock now!

Finally he began to remove his jeans and quickly put on a small striptease for my benefit. He exposed his huge erect cock and began to stroke it gently. I reached for it and expected him to once again push my hand away but he didn’t. I was ecstatic so I took the opportunity to put it in my mouth and boy did he taste good.

He took his jeans off entirely and laid in the bed for just a moment before I hopped on top of his erect penis. He felt so good inside me it was no time before I came again. I believe he came as well. We continued kissing for quite a while playing in between. I was thoroughly enjoying sucking his dick. He asked me what else I wanted to do and I opted for doggie style. Our bodies fit together perfectly once again. He told me he liked the way his cock looked moving in and out of my pussy and the mere thought of it along with the wonderful sensation of actually doing it made me cum once again. Again we moved back to kissing. Did I mention that he is an amazing kisser? Again he asked me if there was anything else I wanted. I told him this time I wanted him on top of me with my legs over his shoulders. These three positions well by most people's standards I guess they would be considered pedestrian. I only say that because there was very little kinky ness going on which is quite alright with me. Over the past few months I realize that although I am an open minded Kitty, I am quite satisfied with the classic positions and sex acts in general.

There was just something about HIM and I. We just seemed to really fit well together. I loved the way he said to me "it is so sexy to watch my cock move in and out of your pussy" while he was thrusting from behind.

I love how gentle he spoke when he asked how deep I could swallow his cock.

I love how he continued to kiss me nearly every second. I love how he knew exactly where and when to touch me.

When we parted he gave me a gentle goodbye kiss on the lips. He promised to stay in touch and gave me a wink.

I went about my day and tried to get some  shopping done. I was completely unfocused. God only knows what I bought. As I was driving home I thought about HIM. There is something special about him. He is laid back and calms me. I like that. I walk away from our encounter fulfilled. I walk away happy and satisfied. He and I can actually say we are going to be friends and mean it.

Yo-yo Marriage

I was working with XXX yesterday afternoon. Things were great except for whatever reason his assistant has been overboard friendly to me lately. I am okay with that except I can’t exactly be myself around her which is weird. I can act professionally but when we are talking on a personal level I talk “Jersey Talk” which I believe offends her. What can I say? My real friends know me but whatever! I am suspicious that she is a witch and is putting some sort of spell on me. I’ve never felt better so if she is putting a spell on me I say “thank you”.

My favorite time is when his assistants leave and XXX and I can just chat. I can let my guard down and say whatever I want to and ask whatever questions I want to. Here’s an example. When his assistants are around I will say “So any big plans this weekend?”

Yesterday after they left XXX asked me if I ever heard of “Butt Chugging.” See the difference?

So after his assistants left yesterday he and I began our pre-weekend marriage evaluation. Apparently XXX went out on a “date” with his wife last weekend. I completely missed that or he forgot to tell me but basically I have deemed his marriage as a “Yo-yo Marriage”. Whenever XXX is happy and resolved to getting divorced his wife pulls him back in and starts going to therapy, initiating dates and whatnot. Once she hooks him and he is ready to move back into the house and give up his cute little condo she puts the brakes on.

It’s become a joke between XXX and me at this point. Man and I thought I was fucked in the head. XXX’s wife has me beat for sure. In the meantime I am sitting on the sidelines and living my life to the fullest. XXX told me yesterday he doesn’t want to start our affair again based on his wife’s crazy Yo-yo attitude. I agree. I don’t want to be dragged down by her fuck-nut ways.

Then of course XXX and I began talking about our situation. We are pretty much both in the same type of marriages. We are staying marriage for the sake of our young children for now and hoping that life will bring us together in a legitimate way in the future.

We talked about all the things that we want to do together and how we want to live our lives in a “partnership”. I told XXX that I agree that he has to do what he can to work this crazy marriage out with his wife but that I think she is a complete fuck-nut and wishy washy. Kitty HATES wishy-washy people ESPECIALLY women! The last thing that I said to XXX on my way out the door was “If and when you and I are together in a permanent committed relationship I will not put up with her shit and I will not live my life wondering if I am in or out.”

XXX agreed and we ended our day together.

“Going Where Life Takes Me”

Kitty is trying to get used to this new life of mine. A life if fidelity. Some days I think so clearly and I am happy. Other days I miss the thrill. The other day it was raining in the morning. As I drove to work I couldn’t help but think that it would be a perfect day to meet a lover. It would be the perfect day to sneak away to a cozy hotel room and feel the touch of a man after months of not.

I considered contacting someone. I decided against it. I do NOT miss the feeling of rejection from this whole life of a prowler. THAT I don’t miss. I thought to myself “If he contacts me I will switch some things in my schedule and meet him.”

The possibility of getting the text from XXX was also a possibility. He and I discussed it briefly and I was due to work with him in the afternoon. We ended up working. At the end of the day, it was fine to just let the chips fall where they may.

I lay awake at night and try to remember some of the good times. I try to remember some of my better lovers and the fun circumstances around meeting them. I think about G often and XXX of course but night after night the memory of my lovers and the feel of their touch fades just a little more.

Dodger has mysteriously re-appeared and has wanted to meet. The time has passed and to be quite honest I have met some wonderful men and wonderful lovers. He simply does not compare. The time has passed where I want to be treated as disposable.

For now this feels right. I am taking all of that time that I used to spend on thinking about them, wondering about them and I spend it on myself. I am finally getting on track with my eating and of course the gym. I am losing weight and feeling great.

XXX and I are better than ever with each other.

The other day I playfully texted him and said “Miss me?”

XXX’s response was “Of course! How is your day going?”

I told XXX that Big Cheese has a female friend that he wants to fix up with XXX. XXX gracefully declined as I knew he would saying, “I am going to be alone for a while and just go where life takes me.”

I jokingly told him that was the wrong answer. He was supposed to say “Kitty, you are the only woman for me.” He was flattered apparently and said “Bless you Kitty.”

For once in my life I am not going to go after what I want and just take it. I am going to follow XXX’s lead and “go where life takes me”. So far it feels pretty good.

Busy Kitty

Some of you may have noticed that I haven’t been posting every day lately. Believe me I feel bad about that. Don’t ask my why but I feel an obligation. I am a Pisces. We have a tendency to take on the troubles of others as well as every task at hand.

Not only have I not been posting but quite frankly my posts have been a bore. Oh, you don’t have to be polite. I know but Kitty is changing and changing for the good I might add. I am continuing my blog. I mean afterall, I will always be a Naughty Kitty and I will ALWAYS have a secret life, secret dreams, desires and fantasies. And you just never know when someone may cum along...oh...did I just write "CUM"???

So in the meantime since Kitty is WAY busy at work lately I ask you to please support me and keep checking in.

If you have the time and the desire I highly recommend going back and reading some of my earlier posts. My posts about “G” in particular are fun as well as my “Discipline” posts with Biker Dude.

Don't forget, I also LOVE guest blogs so feel free to email me if you want to submit something.

In the meantime Kitty will try to think of fun and interesting things to write so that we can all stay amused.

Cruel Guy

He’s the kind of guy that will get hard as soon as he realizes this post is about him although I doubt he still reads my blog. Oh, he USED to read it faithfully each and every day. He found me on Ashley Madison and hunted for me. I was turned off initially by his pictures and the tone in his emails. I should have gone with my initial instincts.

He emailed me nearly every day. First to get together then to comment on my blog. He offered me guest posts. He knew every detail about my life as it was happening and I knew nothing of his. The thing that made him cruel was how he took advantage of my vulnerability after XXX broke my heart. He promised he’d make me forget all about XXX. He most certainly did that. Then he took what was left of my heart and my self esteem and crushed them in his hand.  I should have gone with my initial instincts.

He convinced me to finally meet him even though I cancelled on several occasions.

He coached me on how to act and how to dress when in XXX’s presence. He texted me and emailed me initially once a day then several times a day. We finally met in person and I let him in. His personality in person seemed genuine. He seemed sincere. I let my guard down. I should have gone with my initial instincts.

We agreed to meet again. We agreed to meet in a more intimate setting. He said he was looking for something long term. He said he was looking for something exclusive...with me.  I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted to be perfect for him. I should have gone with my initial instincts.

When the day finally arrived we met in the agreed upon hotel room. Although the sex was good he was different somehow. His personality. He was cold, distant. He said things like “Are you SURE you are going to be able to do this without becoming emotionally attached?” Keep in mind he said this as he was thrusting into me. He then made me repeat that I could as he continued to fuck me.

He asked how long it had been since I was "fucked real good". He asked in a taunting way reminding me that my husband no longer has any interest in me. He started a conversation about me pleasuring myself. He asked me to touch myself and asked if this is what I do while I lie next to my husband. The husband who wants nothing to do with my naked body. He enjoyed reminding me of that. Each time he said it was like a knife in my heart.

He asked “So are you going to fuck me again?” What he was getting at was would I meet him again? He made me say it but he never had any intention of seeing me again. He wanted to make sure I wanted him. He built me up for the sake of crushing me for no other reason than to know that he could. I should have gone with my initial instincts.

He asked if this was the best sex I ever had...if he had the biggest cock yet offered nothing positive in return.
And of course he wanted to know if I was going to write about him in my blog. “Yes,” I told him.  He said he likes to read about his cock.

I never saw him again and although we texted back and forth a little bit he immediately turned a cold shoulder and threw me away like yesterday’s trash. He wanted to meet in person to end things formally I think. He wanted to meet in a public place, the place where we first met so that he could tell me in his condescending manner that it is over. I am sure he had some sort of contract for me to abide by to assure that I would not ever come back to haunt him. Once I assured him that I wouldn't I never heard from him again. I am sure it gave him great pleasure to know that he hurt me and I am sure he has long forgotten me. I should have gone with my initial instincts.

My friend told me that I should use his name in the blog so that other women don't have to go through what I went through. This strikes me as funny since her husband is a man of the cloth. I told her that I would never do that although I hope that other women out there are not as desperate and foolish as I was. I hope that other women are not stupid enough to fall for his charm lines bullshit. Kitty never knew until that point that men could be so cruel.

What I Signed Up For

The other night I had a quick online chat with Dodger. He’s the same but I think I have changed. He invited me to join him with this other couple who was coming in from out of town. The husband wanted to watch while Dodger fucked his wife. I told Dodger that it sounded fun but in reality the idea did not appeal to me at all. Granted, Dodger is not what I would consider particularly charming. His rationale behind me joining him was “it would made good blog material.” And while I am sure most if not all of you are tired of reading the same old “XXX and Me” stories, I chose to pass on Dodger’s very "thoughtful" offer.

I am not sure what his story is or why he asks but he always asks who I am fucking. He always makes comments like he wants to have a long term thing with me but he never follows through which of course is how he got his name “Dodger”. At this point whether he realizes it or not we have entered the FRIEND ZONE and his chances of fucking Kitty believe it or not are zero to none.

He did make an interesting comment though. He said “you should leave your husband so we can spend more time together.” He is not the first man to say this to me recently but that is just not going to happen and I told both men that flat out. I have never even considered leaving Angry Guy over this Ashley Madison business.

I read a lot of other blogs. I read about men and women who want to leave. Some of them leave and some of them stay. I am not in a particularly bad situation here. I do not DREAD coming home. At times I do dread when the Angry Guy is due home but once he is home and settled things here are fine. It’s the sex that is the issue with us…just the sex.

There is a part of me that thinks Angry Guy knows. I am sure he knows that I am not always pleased with him and that maybe I could do better because he bends over backwards to please me in other aspects of our marriage.

The real reason that I would not leave Angry Guy in all honesty is that I could never hurt him. This thing that I am going through is not his fault. He has not changed a bit. When I look back I realize he was never as sexual as I am…NEVER. So I am going to destroy this man’s life because I want to get laid? NO! That is not going to happen.

I’ve been there. Believe me. I have been in a bad marriage where I couldn’t take it and had to leave. This is not that marriage and I wouldn’t put my kids and my husband through the pain and heartache for my selfish pleasures.

Dodger said I am hurting Angry Guy by cheating. He is right. I know. But things would be so much worse if I came clean and left. This is what I signed up for. And really as I spend the day cleaning the house, making chicken soup, writing and reading I have to say this life of mine does not suck. Today Kitty is content. This is what I have signed up for…for now.

“Methinks Thou Dost Protest Too Much”

It always seems like we hear about a lot of divorces this time of year. It’s become an unwritten tradition that Angry Guy and I sit down for breakfast on a morning like this morning and compare notes. Sometimes I even inform him of HIS friends or co-workers who are getting divorced. I will see it on facebook and since Angry Guy is strictly ANTI-Facebook, I will see the news well before he hears the rumor.

Oh, not to get off track but can you all take a look at my Facebook badge to the left of this post? I am not sure if it will make life easier or not but I try to post the link everyday so feel free to “Like” me. You know how “Likes” make Kitty wet.

So as I was saying this traditional conversation inevitably turns into a conversation about infidelity EVERY YEAR since most of these divorces are somehow related to that very thing. This morning of course I made the mistake of bringing up XXX. Now while Angry Guy clearly does not know about my affair with XXX he knows all about XXX’s situation and HIS wife’s cheating.

Whenever the subject of XXX or infidelity for that matter comes up around Angry Guy you should really just clear the room. His lecture is like a freakin’ Holy Roller Sermon down in Arkansas on a hot Sunday afternoon in August. JEEZ-US! He goes on and on like you have no idea. All the while of course I am agreeing with him and nodding my head but he is way over the top.

I can’t help but silently think “methinks thou dost protest too much”. I try really hard to visualize Angry Guy cheating and I just can’t. I can’t tell you how many people have made the suggestion in light of his sex drive issue…or lack of sex drive but seriously I can’t see him cheating.

Is it wrong that I almost wish he HAS cheated? I mean it sure would explain A LOT. But I assure you he doesn’t. So what gives with the sermon? Do you think he is trying to get me to confess to something? Come on! I know the rule…”Deny, deny, deny”. Believe me that’s just never going to happen. Years ago I got a taste of what he would be like if he thought I cheated and it was not pretty. I just don’t see the point of confessing to clear my conscience while hurting him. After all, this cheating thing is MY character flaw…not his. Even the headshrinker said not to confess so, in the meantime I am just going to continue to agree and nod my head.