On any given day Kitty is your typical wife, mother, friend, professional. I wake up, go to the gym, get the kids off to school, work, come home, make dinner, sit on the couch and read while Angry Guy watches television, go to bed naked and untouched, sleep…then repeat the same thing day after day.
Prowling is what I do. It’s not who I am. Prowling is how I act out. It’s how I satisfy my physical cravings. It’s how I get that sweet release that most women receive from the man they have committed to spending their lives with. Prowling is how I achieve an orgasm in its most primal form. Its how I can ask a man for the things that make me wet. It’s how I can ask a man for the things that make me cum.
I can ask a man to fuck me from behind, if that’s what I want. I can ask a man to fuck me in my ass, if that’s what I want. I can suck a man’s cock if that’s what I want. If I presented any of these requests to Angry Guy he would either think I was joking or be completely disgusted. The fact that as a woman I enjoy these things is not a representation of who I am. I am not a bad person because I like to be controlled by a man in the bedroom. I am not a whore because I enjoy anal sex. And I am not offending independent women’s libbers because I like to get on my knees and pleasure a man by sucking his cock. I am not a bad mother. I am not a bad wife. I am a competent professional who enjoys sex. Sometimes I enjoy when a man makes love to me. Sometimes I enjoy dirty, nasty kinky sex.
Prowling is what I do. It is not who I am.