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!

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.

"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.

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.

Bi-Guy

I know you are all excited to hear about my new adventure with Bi-Guy. Well, I found him quite by accident on POF. He is very attractive and right away you can tell from his user name that he is bisexual. Sure enough his profile spells out exactly that. Feeling particularly open minded and quite horny I decided to initiate contact. Bi-Guy answered and I have to say I was pleasantly surprised.

Hi [Kitty]
How was your weekend? Mine was quiet. Just did stuff around the house and relaxed. What did you do this weekend?
[Bi-Guy]

Hi [Bi-Guy]! I actually had a busy weekend. I have kids...still at home. They keep me moving. I try to spend the day Sunday cooking a nice dinner. I am a [Kitty’s chosen career] so come winter time I don't cook at all. How about you? What do you do for a living? I liked your profile. Very honest. Have you gotten a lot of positive feedback?

Hi [Kitty]
How is your Monday going? I'm glad to hear that you like my profile. It seems not many women want to have a bisexual boyfriend/best friend. Have you ever dated a bisexual man before? I work for the state. I'm an environmental Compliance Inspector in the haz waste field. I've been there for 33 years now. I'm completely single, never married and have no kids...well...except my 4 yr old black lab and 3 cats...lol. What do you enjoy doing for fun? Do you get to the shore much? I'm a big beach person...love tanning...lol. I'm really looking forward to hearing from you. please feel free to ask me any questions that you have. 
I hope to hear from you soon :)
[Bi-Guy]

Hi [Bi-Guy] and thanks for the email. Today is going pretty well so far. I don't know how to respond to the statement about women not being into a bisexual boyfriend. I have to admit that I have not been in a relationship with anybody bisexual. I have quite a few gay friends both men and women. I am a very open minded person at least when it comes to sex. I would like to hear more about how it works. Is it safe to assume that we would establish a relationship and once we are grounded and comfortable we would introduce a third specifically a man? I am afraid that we are quite a distance away from one another and I have kids so I am not sure what kind of time restraints I might have but I do believe in taking things slow and building a strong foundation. 

I actually live at the beach. I don't get there as much as I'd like but yes, I do enjoy it thoroughly. Which beach do you go to? Do you ever get to [Kitty’s area]?

Hi [Kitty]
I'm glad to hear that your day is going well. To answer your question, yes, we would establish our relationship first (there's a lot you can do with toys...lol) before we bring in another man. At the point we both play with him together. Then when he leaves we go back to our everyday life together. I'm glad to hear you’re a beach person. I usually go to [Bi-Guy’s beach]. Sometimes I'll go to [Another] Beach which is just north of Seaside. I agree about going slow and building the foundation. I was just down [Kitty’s Area] last week for work. I stopped at [Famous Sub Shop] for their famous hoagies..:)

Good morning [Bi-Guy], nice to hear from you. I grew up in [Area near Bi-Guy] (well...spent the first 10 years of my life there anyway) so I do know [Bi-Guy’s Beach]. And of course I know [Famous Subs Shop] although I haven't had one in years. Funny, you say "hoagies"...have you spent time in PA? 

I understand what you are saying about the substance of the relationship. My question is more about the mechanics. Do you mind me asking what is it that you enjoy doing with a woman that you don't get from a man? And do you generally consider yourself dominant when you are with a woman? Please don't take these questions as ignorant or judgmental. I am just curious what I can offer you that a same sex partner cannot. As a heterosexual woman there are very specific things about a man that I enjoy that another woman would never be able to fulfill. I hope you are having a nice day. Mine is starting out pretty good so far :)

Hi [Kitty]
With men I love sucking C*** and swallowing. I enjoy receiving anal from both man and woman (strap-on). With men I'm the submissive slave. With women I can switch depending on our mood that day but I prefer being the submissive slave. Please feel free to ask me any type of question that you want !! Do you enjoy kinky play? If so what do you like?

Kitty: well as I said I am quite open minded when it comes to sex. Having said that I can't say that I have a whole lot of experience when it comes to kink but I am interested in trying just about everything except I would say whipping and hard core S&M. I don't mind a little hair pulling or slapping but burning and torture does not appeal to me. I am also a very strong woman outside of the bedroom so inside the bedroom I like to be dominated. I like to be told what to do...ordered around you might say. I am a people pleaser at heart so I like to please my partner in bed in any way I can. I suppose that's why the bi-sexual thing does not daunt me. If that is something my partner feels he needs than I am open to that. 

Have you had many long term relationships with women like this or is this something relatively new for you? So give me a scenario if possible. Say we are in a three some and you are sucking our other partner's cock. What do you see me doing? Am I wearing a strap on at that point?

Hi [Kitty]
I hope your day is going well. We can both be sucking him or you and I can be doing 69 with me on the bottom as he does you from behind. That way I can lick both of you. Then lick up his come as it drips from you. there are many different scenarios we can do. Him doing my ass while I’m doing you. Me sucking him while you use a strap-on on me.The key is both you and I enjoy the situation together :)

Kitty: Ahh...see...glad I asked. I hadn't thought of all those ideas. So what was your longest relationship with a woman? Is there a reason you never got married or had kids? Just curious and trying to make conversation.

How is your day going? Do you have any questions for me? Do you have someone specific (a man) that you currently play with?

Hi [Kitty]
I hope the scenarios I described didn't turn you off? The longest relationship was with a lady for 5 years when I was in my 20's then with a lady for 3 years. After that I met a couple who wanted me to see them exclusively and not date or see anyone but them. Since I was single I had no problem with that. Basically he was Dom, his wife was sub to him and I was sub to both of them. She loved watching me service him and see me take him in my butt. they were into some kinky stuff too. That lasted about 5 years. They moved to Florida (work related). Right now I'm not seeing anyone male or female. Have you ever done a 3some before? When you play what do you enjoy doing and being done to you?

Oh no [Bi-Guy], I am hardly turned off. Turned on more and more I think about it actually. No I have never been in a threesome but it has always been a fantasy. I have a friend who is a cop in Florida who offered to arrange one for me but chances of me going down there are minimal. I would obviously need to have a trust with the people involved but I think I could trust you. It is something I would definitely like to explore with you. What do I like to do? I suppose I have been pretty vanilla in my life but I enjoy everything I have tried so far. I enjoy just about every position. I enjoy giving and receiving oral. I have had good and bad anal sex but that all depends on my partner. I am open to it over time. I enjoy being tied up and blind folded. Toys are always an option as well. How does that sound to you? Do you think this is something you might want to explore further?

Bi-Guy: Yes, I'm very interested. I'm also glad to hear that you’re turned on by it. Also, I love fulfilling fantasies. So if you have any don't hesitate to tell me :)

Kitty: I like the idea of building a relationship and introducing another man to add variety. My only concern is distance and time. As the tax season progresses I become completely consumed with work. I suppose we will have to cross that bridge if and when we come to it. I am looking forward to learning more about you and looking forward to meeting you.

The more Kitty turns this around in my head the more I think this may just be what I’ve been looking for…at least for the time being.

Up to No Good

Kitty has been up to no good today. Don’t ask me why. I have plenty of work to keep me busy but I managed to find myself on POF with some new interesting prospects. 

Something is stirring inside of Kitty. It’s that feeling that I used to get when I met a new playmate on Ashley Madison.

I reactivated my account after seeing Biker Dude II back on. I doubt I’ll ever get the story as to why he lost interest in me or why he dropped out of site. I imagine he met someone but now he is back. I was feeling both frisky and naughty so Kitty decided to get BD2 all wound up.

I started by saying that I was thinking about the time we met in the hotel room and how hot it was. He of course responded:

BD2: it’s funny you should say that , I can't get that picture out of my mind you on your knees your ass up in the air fucken the shit out of you (He's a charmer, isn't he?)

Kitty:  LOL I keep sending you a message but I guess you are not getting it because it is deemed as inappropriate but it said that was Father's Day you were thinking about. It also said something about me dropping to my knees for you ;)

p.s. thanks for getting me all wet at work ;)

BD2: reach down there and take care of it, you like that sweet talk?

Kitty: I'm in my office and you KNOW I prefer you to put YOUR hands down there...lick them then put them in my mouth. A little dirty talk never hurt anybody xo

Thinking about you in my mouth right now

BD2: you should have it in your mouth, would you like that?

Kitty: You know I love it in my mouth baby. Do YOU love it in my mouth?

BD2: and your ass and your cunt

Kitty: You do feel good inside of me ;)

MMMmmmmm miss that tongue of yours

Overall, it’s been a pretty good afternoon. Next up my bi-sexual venture.

Coming to a Theatre Near YOU!

Kitty is so excited today that she is about to wet herself. Kitty is working on a new story for everybody. I can't give it away but suffice it to say that the topic is bi-sexuality. VERY VERY exciting!. Stay tuned!!

What a Difference A Year Makes

The other day several women I work with were complaining. I said to them “where were you this time last year?” One was battling breast cancer and had no hair. The second had just lost her father. I was in the midst of a lot of drama with Angry Guy.

Shortly after that I received an email from XXX. He’s back together with his wife and it seems as though she is back to her same cunt self. He was whining about it all the while telling me how they were buying a new expensive house together. I emailed back “where were you this time last year?”

In XXX’s case things are never going to get better. He is stuck in the frame of mind where he wants to be with this woman who is “one of the popular girls” even though she is rotten to the core. As far as I am concerned he deserves what he gets and I have told him this. She is never going to change.

I can always tell that things are not going well with him because on the surface of course everything looks like a fantasy. He’s back together with his wife. They are buying a big expensive house. Everything is going well it seems. But when things are shitty for XXX and he is back together with his wife he cops an attitude with me…an attitude that I no longer indulge. He becomes condescending and pompous.

At any rate, in the midst of reminding everyone to look back for a brief moment at how their lives have changed for the better over the past year, I decided to do the same.

Kitty although not playing with anybody at the moment has never felt better physically, emotionally or spiritually. I no longer have the weight of Angry Guy on my shoulders and he seems like he is actually doing well too!

Would I like to get laid more? Has my blog taken a hit from lack of material? OF COURSE! But I look at it this way…when Angry Guy and I were together I was getting laid by random strangers some of whom were potentially dangerous. Let’s face it; Angry Guy had no interest in sex with Kitty at all. So at least there is potential for Kitty. Kitty hopes to find someone someday who can satisfy my sexual appetite and believe me I WILL be writing about it. But in the meantime Kitty is enjoying all the wonderful things that have happened in just one year.

Memories of the Young One Finale'

We lay in bed together and for a moment I thought we would both fall asleep. S leaned over and began kissing me again while slipping his fingers in and out of my pussy. He rolled over on top of me still kissing me and began to slide his already hard dick inside me. I immediately lifted my legs up toward his shoulders. He slid in even deeper this way. I moaned right away as did he. I came in no time at all and he continued to thrust until I was ready for round two.

The two of us moved together not speaking but moaning constantly. Every move he made felt heavenly to me. His recovery time was almost immediate. This made me smile as I thought how nice it feels to be with a young man. He went from fucking me gently to being a little rougher in a matter of seconds. In the meantime his dick was inside of me the entire time which felt amazing.

After hours S finally slowed down. I was glad. I was ready for a rest and starting to get a little raw. I refused to be the first one to stop though. This was an opportunity that doesn’t present itself to a woman like me very often if at all.

We lay still entwined him behind me. His finally limp dick slipped out of me and we fell asleep.

A few hours later I woke up. He was between my legs running his tongue along the inside of my thighs stopping just short of my clit. I thought maybe his youth precluded him from knowing this was the ultimate goal. I leaned into his tongue but he continued to tease me. It was then that I realized he knew exactly what he was doing. He continued to tease me until I heard myself begging him to put his dick inside of me. He refused, telling me I had to be patient or he would make me wait longer. I lay whimpering as he worked his tongue up down and all around my clit but never touching it.

Finally he turned me over and climbed on top of me. “Can I fuck your ass?” His tone of voice was soft almost as though he was not sure what my answer would be. I moaned “Yes” in a voice that I did not recognize.

He gently began to work the head of his cock in my ass then gave one strong thrust which made us both say, “Oh my GOD!” I could tell that he was trying to maintain some composure and some control but in only a few strong thrusts he drove his cock into me and I could feel his entire body shaking as he came. I collapsed then he collapsed on top of me giving me a few gentle kisses on my back.

He lay on top of me for just a moment before he rolled me over and finished what he had started only this time letting his tongue reach my clit bringing me to one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had.

Again we rolled over with him spooning me from behind and fell asleep. When I woke again the sun was coming up. S was not in bed with me. He had left a note it said

 “Getting breakfast. Stay in bed. BRB xoxo”.

I dozed off once more before smelling coffee brewing in the kitchen. S was standing at the stove in worn jeans and a flannel shirt cooking up a breakfast for a king. He had sausage working, eggs and pancake batter off to the side. “I wasn’t sure what you like for breakfast,” he said to me. He smiled a warm young smile which made me nearly melt into the kitchen chair.

We sat and ate breakfast together as he told me about a paper that he was writing. I smiled as I listened and finally admitted, “I haven’t the first clue what you are talking about.” He smiled then leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips.

He asked me to stay “just one more day.” It broke my heart to turn him down. As I got into my car he handed me a bag. Inside the bag was a bar of the handmade soap, a box of herbal tea that he swears will help me sleep and a few sprigs of lavender. He had the saddest look on his face as I drove away that afternoon.

We promised to keep in touch and I know we will visit several more times but I always have to be ready for the reality that the next time he will be involved with some other lucky woman.

I only hope to God she can appreciate what a wonderful lover he is turning out to be.

Memories of the Young One Part Deux

S grabbed one of the handmade soaps and ran it between his hands to begin the lather. Then he ran his hands with the soap up and down my back and over my shoulders. He leaned in closer and I could feel his long hard cock up against my rear end. The soap fell to the floor and his hands began to roam about the rest of my body as he kissed the back of my neck. His hands cupped my breasts then moved down between my legs.

I could feel his cock even harder now but his strong grip on my hips prevented me from turning around to look at him. Without a word he bent me over and forced himself inside of me. I immediately groaned uncontrollably. I had never been taken so forcefully. Once the initial shock wore off I realized that he felt good inside of me. This was not a young boy behind me. This was a man who knew what he wanted and was taking it.

His long hard thrusts made me squeal with pleasure and without me realizing it he had slipped his hand underneath to rub my clit. I came almost immediately then one, two, three thrusts after that he came.

We both took a moment to breath. Neither one of us moved and the hot water was still running. He stood erect first, rinsed off then without a word left to get dressed in his room. I took a few minutes more as I was still trying to process what had just happened. Once I collected myself I went into my room and continued to get dressed for dinner.

Once we were both dressed and ready to go S looked at me, smiled and said “You look pretty.” All I could think was “God, you are young and DAMN you are good!”

Dinner out with friends for our mini reunion was fun and effortless. S sat at the opposite end of the table but I could feel his eyes on me throughout the night. Occasionally I looked up at him. He would smile then turn to talk to the friend sitting next to him.

After dinner I went up to the main house to visit with S’s parents for a little while longer. S went out with a few of his friends who had joined us for dinner. When I returned to the cottage it was empty so I undressed slipping into just an old tee shirt and attempted to fall asleep. I must have managed to fall asleep at some point because I opened my eyes and a little more than an hour had passed. I was wide awake. I spotted some herbal tea in the kitchen earlier so I made myself a cup of tea not realizing that S had come home while I was asleep.

As I sat at the kitchen table sipping tea he came up from behind me. I was startled as I did not realize he was in the house. We began talking about insomnia as he poured himself some tea as well. He sat across from me quietly at first then he began telling me stories about each of the friends I had met at dinner. I had all but forgotten about the shower sex as we sat and chatted like old friends

Finally I felt my eyes begin to get sleepy. I excused myself, and stood to go back to my room. S stood as well. He towered over me. He had to be well over six foot tall, probably closer to six foot four. He leaned down and gently kissed my lips. His hands pulled me closer to him. He was strong and insistent. I could not have moved if I wanted to. He began to kiss me deeply as he moved his tongue around in my open mouth. I was helpless. When he was satisfied that I would not push him away he released his grip on me and led me back into my room. Generally I sleep naked but since the weather was getting much colder and I was not sure how cold the house would be I actually had on an old tee shirt with no panties.

Memories of the Young One

The other day I saw him on Facebook. I had to smile. He was as handsome as ever. That smile so young and innocent. It reminded me...reminded me of this post from what seems like so long ago:

In the midst of all that was going on I had to head out to family weekend at my son’s college. I wasn’t looking forward to the long drive but I was looking forward to seeing my son and an old high school friend of mine invited me to stay in his guest house so we could have a little reunion over the weekend. He warned me though that his son was also in the guest house but he would have him straighten up for me. I told him not to worry about it. I was just happy to get away. I was hoping a change of atmosphere would do me good.

When I got to the house my friend’s son (S) was outside fiddling with his car. He was tall, dark and handsome. He was very young and was in grad school for bio-medical engineering. We had met before on one of my last visits so we felt very comfortable hugging and kissing hello when I got out of my car. He pulled my bags from the car and brought them right into the house and the bedroom where I would be staying.

He had straightened up the little cottage. He made the bed that I would be sleeping in with clean sheets and an antique quilt with a sprig of lavender on the pillow. He knew I had trouble sleeping and told me on one of my earlier visits that I should try to grow lavender since it had holistic properties which encouraged relaxation.

After a quick chat S offered to drive me to the football game where we would meet up with my son since S’s father was at work we all agreed to meet for dinner after the game. We had a short ride from the cottage to the stadium. S stayed by my side for most of the game breaking only to talk to friends and professors. After the game and after a quick visit with my son we went back to the cottage to shower and change for dinner where our mini reunion with my old high school friends would be.

S told me to go ahead and take the first shower. He wanted to run out and grab some wine for dinner. After I heard his car pull away I slipped into the newly renovated shower. S had some handmade soaps and shampoos for my use. As I was examining them I heard the front door open, then shut. A few minutes later the bathroom door opened. I had been standing in the hot shower for a few minutes and it took me a moment to process that S had come into the steamy bathroom and was beginning to undress.

His body was lean and lanky with the air of youth that cannot be described. He was muscular and I could tell by looking at him that his skin was still baby smooth and sweet smelling, not yet hardened by age.

He stepped into the shower with me without any hesitation and with a sense of arrogance as though I was in his way. He must have seen my eyes widen at the sight of his naked body and finally said, “Do you mind if I join you? We are running a little late.” I was speechless. This made no sense to me. I turned my back to him slightly as he stepped in 100%. I could see his cock begin to harden.

Home Alone

This week my kids are going away to camp. I have been looking forward to this kid free week for MONTHS! Now typically I am not the type of person that can’t be alone. I love my alone time. But for all of my kids to be out of the house overnight EVER…well…it’s like ALL THE PLANETS HAVE ALIGNED.

Except for one minor issue…Kitty has nobody to play with. Oh, I thought about calling a few of my special friends and then Kitty realized that this would just open up a can of worms. 

So this week Kitty will be reflecting and spending some quality alone time.

Sure, Kitty is disappointed but HEY…there’s always next year when the kids go away…right???

Making Love

Tom Hagen and I met at a little strip mall around the corner from his shore place. He told me we were meeting at a tavern so I got the impression that it was a little shore town corner bar. I tend to stress over parking and directions in these situations so I was relieved when I realized it was situated where it was.

I pulled up next to him and he greeted me with a peck on the lips. I held out a box of chocolates from one of our local chocolatiers. I had a vision of us feeding them to one another in bed for some reason.

We ordered drinks and a plate of oysters then we were off to his place for a well thought out fuck fest. Only when we got there it was different. It wasn’t the hard, rough, forceful fucking that I had become accustomed to.

He gave me a quick tour of his little place then we sat on the couch. He leaned over and kissed me gently. It was the first time we had really kissed. This is always a concern. For me, if the kissing is not good the sex usually follows suit.

We kissed for a few minutes and were perfectly in sync. “What are you thinking?” He asked

“Wanna go in the bedroom?” was my response.

He immediately stood up and led me down the short hallway to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed fumbling with his watch as I slowly removed my blouse and jeans leaving my black lace bra and panties on. He took off all but his boxer briefs and we began to kiss again. He unhooked my bra as he kissed me and I slipped off my lace panties. I rubbed his crotch and could feel that he was beginning to get hard. This was a welcome surprise. I wrapped my hands around his balls and played with them gently before moving my mouth down to his cock. As I began to suck the head of his cock the entire member became rock solid hard. It was a beautiful feeling. His breathing quickened as I moved my head faster and then he said “Climb on top.”

As I rode his cock and he sucked on my nipples I could feel that I was going to cum. There was one last thing “are you going to cum for me baby?” Just the sound of his voice saying these words was enough to release my orgasm.

“Roll over,” he said in his soft sweet voice. He entered me from behind and all I could think about was how perfectly we fit together and how good his hard cock felt inside of me no matter how he turned or twisted. He held my hips and slid in and out of me watching his cock with every penetration until I could hear him groan and felt that last thrust before climbing back on the bed and pulling me into him. We lay there. He was kissing my body and rubbing me ever so gently with his hands. I wasn’t sure exactly what to do. I was enjoying this and although I wanted to reciprocate, most of the men I have been with prefer to be left alone once they have cum.

“I enjoy being caressed afterwards by the way,” he finally said as though he was reading my mind. I began to caress him as gently as he caressed me. I told him to roll over and gave him a back rub. He seemed surprised by my attentiveness but appreciative at the same time.

We moved together and lay with him spooning me from behind. I could feel his cock getting hard once again and again he slipped in from behind. “You are so wet,” he said in a complimentary manner.

“Would you like to try a little anal?” I asked him. He seemed particularly impressed with my willingness to have anal sex with him in the midst of our prior texts when the issue came up. I was a little smarter this time and texted to him that I was open to anal sex with 3 “requests”…my requests were 1. Lube, lube, lube 2. He goes slow and gently 3. He washes his cock after having it in my ass and before putting it anyplace else. Generally I am not a “rules” type of girl but after my experience with BD2 I felt more comfortable being forthright with the requests as opposed to spoiling the mood during the act. Fortunately Tom Hagen was on board.

“If you think you are ready,” he answered.

I was definitely ready and definitely wet enough and relaxed enough to handle him. Once again I rolled onto all fours and very gently he put his cock inside my ass. “Are you okay?” he kept asking.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I assured him. “It doesn’t hurt, I’m fine. It feels good.” I wasn’t lying. He continued to move very gently inside of me making sure that he was not hurting me. I assured him several times.

“Let me know when it feels uncomfortable,” he said in a very sincere caring voice.

“Fuck!” I thought to myself “I’m going to fall for this one!”

As we continued this line of love making I let go more and more and thought to myself “Please don’t fall…please don’t fall.”

Tom Hagen and I talked about the walls that we build up over time to protect ourselves from being hurt. He seemed to understand. He made no promises and no commitments. We made no plans to meet again but it was the first time in a LONG time that a man made love to me slowly, gently and thoughtfully. It was a good feeling. God I want that feeling again and I want it with Tom Hagen.

Flunking The Test

If fidelity were a test Kitty would flunk with a capital “F”. When BD2 was off at his concert and his car show and having the time of his life with God knows who, Kitty was planning my own fun.

Just before BD2 and I met I had met this guy on POF. He was formerly a Chef but had to close his deli and so I think he is leaning more toward being a handy man/construction guy which is fine by me because as sexy as the idea of a chef is…they work on the weekends and that simply does not work for Kitty.

So this guy who I will refer to as Tom Hagen from this point on and I met for dinner several weeks before I met BD2. Why do I call him Tom Hagen you ask? Well…for one thing he has a very VERY Italian name. Kitty LOVES Italian men although they don’t seem to take too kindly to Kitty for whatever reason.

So Tom Hagen traveled down here to meet Kitty for dinner which was pretty impressive. We hit it off right away. He has a great personality. He makes Kitty laugh and is pretty cute. But wait! He didn’t LOOK Italian AT ALL!!!

Kitty mentioned that at dinner and it turns out that he is actually German/Irish and had been adopted by an Italian couple…the best of both worlds as far as Kitty is concerned.

So even though we seemed to hit it off and Tom Hagen told Kitty he saw “potential”. Kitty believed Tom Hagen and like clockwork as soon as Kitty began to believe, Tom Hagen disappeared. Oh, I still saw him logged onto Plenty of Fish but he made no effort whatsoever to contact me.

Two weeks ago after the ever frustrating “Text and Dash” with BD2, I hopped onto POF just to check my inbox and noticed that Tom Hagen deleted his profile. He didn’t just HIDE it like BD2 and I…he DELETED it! In the POF world that means one of two things…either he got back together with his wife or he met the woman of his dreams on POF and that woman sure as hell was not Kitty.

As we know Kitty can never leave well enough alone so I texted Tom Hagen and asked why he deleted his profile. He said he gave up on POF. This led to a friendly little text chat which amounted to nothing but Kitty proclaiming us friends and a promise to get together real soon.

Over the past few weeks I’ve heard more from Tom Hagen then the guy I’m supposedly in a relationship with. As the weekend grew closer and it became more and more evident that BD2 was not going to make time for Kitty, I reached out to TH. In no time at all we began planning what will most likely be a little fuck session much like my Ashley Madison days with questions like “where do you want me to cum?”

Kitty began to get that feeling again. It was the feeling I used to get just before meeting a new lover at a hotel room. My pussy began to get wet as he texted “Can I lick you?”

“Hmmm I don’t see why not.”

“Then I want you to sit on my hard cock and ride me”.

DAMN! That’s Kitty’s all time favorite position!!!

The more we texted the further from my mind BD2 was. I recently got a fortune in a fortune cookie that said “Behind every able bodied man is another able bodied man.”

So Kitty is taking Bad Boy’s advice. I’m enjoying my freedom. While BD2 is having HIS fun, Kitty may be having some fun of my own.

Text and Dash

BD2 does this thing that drives Kitty absolutely crazy. I call it the “Text and Dash”. I won’t hear from him for days at a time then just when I think it’s over and he has moved on, I’ll get a text. I text back…then…NOTHING!

These are some of the texts I have received over the past week…

BD2: “Thanks for sat nite, had a real good time, hope your having a good day”

Kitty: “How was your Father’s Day?”

Next day…

BD2: “How’s my baby today, just mowed a little now it’s raining.”

Kitty :“I’m good xoxox have you recovered from the weekend?”

TWO days later…

BD2: “good morning [Kitty]”

Kitty: “Good morning baby xoxoxo.” Then Later I texted “How was your day?”

2 hours later he texts “My day was good xoxo”

This morning he texts “How’s my beautiful girl on this beautiful day”.

Notice there is no mention whatsoever about getting together for the weekend. BD2 is going to the Rolling Stones concert Friday and a car show on Sunday. Not sure what his plans are for Saturday but Kitty thinks that since we have agreed to be exclusive and since BD2 is making time and spending money on Mick Jagger that I should at least get a coffee and some kisses on Saturday.

Kitty will be spending this Saturday night RE-EVALUATING. As we all know, Kitty is 1. Not a patient Kitty and 2. Needs ATTENTION otherwise Kitty has a tendency to get into trouble.

The other night Bad Boy pleaded with me not to jump back into a relationship. “Enjoy your freedom,” he said. Now I know what he was talking about. Kitty cannot live by text alone.

Phone Chat

I had an interesting phone conversation with Bad Boy the other night. He’s my “go-to” guy whenever I have questions about boys…men. We ended up talking about all sorts of shit. He’s about the only one I can tell that the sex the other night with BD2 was a little rougher than usual and that even though I enjoy rough sex I like a little cuddle time afterwards and I didn’t get that. I KNOW…RIGHT?!?!?! Kitty is not generally a CUDDLER…but after being treated like a dirty little slut Kitty likes a little tenderness.

Bad Boy and I started talking about “Biters”. I have come across a lot of them lately and it’s very strange. They BITE when they are kissing you. What’s THAT about? Bad Boy said they might be testing the waters for a little pain threshold. He also claims that back in the day I bit him so hard on the shoulder when he was finger fucking me. I don’t remember that and repeated several times that it was some other girl. Bad Boy had A LOT of girls back then and I highly doubt it was me.

We talked a little about BD2 and it made me laugh when Bad Boy called him “BD2” because he is just about the only person in my real life that reads my blog. He suggested that maybe BD2 wants that Dirty Little Slut Kitty 24/7 even though we discussed a “relationship”. Bad Boy is a lot like BD2 so I’m thinking maybe he knows what he’s talking about.

I thought BD2 might get off on the fact that Kitty is super straight by day but dirty slut in the bedroom. I thought he might get off on showing me off to his friends and family as this nerdy financial/mother type and when they said “what the hell do you see in HER?!?!” BD2 might smile to himself and picture my mouth around his cock. Or he can take a look at a picture that he took of me sucking his cock with his phone the first day we fucked in that hotel room.

The more Bad Boy and I talked the more I realized how similar we are to one another. We both play it straight outside the bedroom then enjoy the animalistic side of sex on the other side. Bad Boy can appreciate that my body is free of tattoos and piercings and he can appreciate that I am single handedly supporting and raising a bunch of kids but still enjoy a good fucking. Not many men get that I guess. To me it’s a no brainer. I ALWAYS look at a nerdy guy and look for the freak that lies within.

Bad Boy assures me that WHEN we get together we are going to have a lot of fun. I believe him although there is that part of me that knows IF we finally fuck after all these years that things will change between us and I’m not quite sure I want them to.

The Feeling

I don’t know how to describe it.  Maybe I am sensitive from my Ashley Madison days. Maybe Kitty is insecure. Maybe after years and years of insisting that I am not needy…the reality is that I AM NEEDY.

No, that’s not it. It’s attention. Kitty wants some attention. Kitty wants a little male attention. I know all too well that people have lives and people are busy. Kitty is busy. Kitty is VERY busy! And yet on Saturday night…well…I can’t help it. Kitty craves a man. There is something about the weekend…something about a Saturday night that says “Date Night” to Kitty. Kitty went for years and years and YEARS without going out or doing anything on the weekends when I was with Angry Guy. Now I want to have something to show for the weekend…I want something to look forward to. That’s what the Shrink recommended.

So, BD2 is going to the Stone’s concert tonight and he’s going to a car show on Sunday…but no mention of Saturday to Kitty. So…we’ll see. It’s a feeling…like maybe the “Time to move on" feeling.

Once a Cheater...

Funny…Angry Guy and I always used to say “Once a cheater ALWAYS a cheater.” I used to believe that. When Angry Guy and I split I thought I could break the cheating habit with the right guy. I have to admit, I don’t know that he’s out there…at least for me…and I’m okay with that I guess.

BD2 and I got together this weekend. It was father’s day weekend. We were both horney. He sprang for dinner and I sprang for a room so that I could give him a proper father’s day gift from Naughty Kitty.

XXX always says that I am “every man’s wet dream” because I confessed one day that the perfect date to me is a nice dinner , drink or evening out then coming home and fucking our brains out. This weekend is as close as I could get in light of the fact that it’s still too soon to bring BD2 home to meet the kids.

I checked into the room. It was effortless and not nearly as nerve wracking as when I was married. I still wanted to paint my fingernails. Just as I was about to start BD2 drove up. I greeted him at the door. His kiss was warm and comfortable and then he gave me a big hug. It felt so warm…so right. I told him I missed him. He said nothing. He had a little bag with him which I figured held some toys. He decided to try this new medication. Ten minutes or so before sex he is supposed to give himself a shot of this stuff. It sounds painful but he assured me it wasn’t.

He told me about it the first time we fucked. I insisted there was no need for him to take anything. He was getting hard so what was the problem? “It’s not like it used to be,” he insisted.

I assured him that I enjoyed him just the way he was but if he wanted to try this, I would be supportive. He put the shots into the mini fridge and lay on the bed fully clothed. I curled up next to him and began to kiss him. He confessed that he missed me then unleashed his cock. He began to demonstrate the procedure of giving himself the shot. He said, “I’m supposed to stroke like this to work the medicine down the shaft but I thought maybe you could suck on it.” He described how he wanted me to put him in my mouth as deep as I could get it then he wanted me to move my mouth up the shaft to the head as I sucked. “pretty simple,” I thought to myself. Then he had me practice a few times. He began to get hard which reaffirmed to me that these meds were not necessary.

“Suck my balls baby so while I’m sitting across from you at dinner I know that’s the last thing you had in your mouth.” Kitty smiled and obliged like a good kitty.

We kept dinner light and two hours slipped by. We took a short cruise around the quaint little town then headed back to the hotel. It was nice to relax and know that we could take our time. We began to kiss then BD2 went into the bathroom to give himself his shot.

Just as we had practiced I took his cock into my mouth and sucked as I pulled my mouth all the way up his shaft rolling my tongue around the head. I slowly repeated even though his cock was as hard as it could be. We played and fucked and sucked and kissed. He thrusted inside of me slowly at first then increasingly faster and faster until I heard him groan and relax. It was the first time he was able to cum while we were fucking. Maybe those new meds DID make a difference.

After he came he was still a little hard. “You’re going to have to ride that baby to help get it down.” I was happy to oblige once again. I climbed on top and moved until he said, “roll over”.

He had been wanting to have anal sex and was becoming increasingly frustrated that he was unable to enter me anally. It was the only time I ever saw him impatient. We changed positions several times. I was on my back again and he was on top of me when all of a sudden he thrusted hard into my ass. I screamed out in pain but he did not retreat and he wasn’t about to. I whimpered with each thrust. What the hell happened to the promise he made that first night to be gentle?

I looked into his eyes and said “does that feel good baby?”

“oh it feels SO good,” he said.

The sound of his voice made me relax and the pain of his cock thrusting hard into me anally subsided somewhat.

As we lay in bed afterward just a little more distant than that first time we fucked I thought to myself how as painful as the experience was physically, this is the type of man I have been writing about for the past several years. The kind of man who is not afraid in bed…not afraid of hurting me. He takes charge and is just about the strongest lover I have ever had.

So what’s the problem, you ask? Well…this strong wonderful older man that makes me wet just by smiling at me has become somewhat distant. Days go by without hearing from him. There is a part of me that enjoys the freedom. There’s another part of me that craves the attention that I have been missing from my own husband all these years. And so in my boredom and in an effort to push BD2 from my mind, I play. I text other men. I pop onto Ashley Madison here and there to check out my favorites list. Who has been on and what’s going on with the others?

Kitty is still just a little sore physically from the other night. I still don’t know where this thing with BD2 is going and I’m not sure where I want it to go. Some days it feels really good…some days it feels like a hot poker was just shoved up my ass. But I have to admit, I sure am enjoying the ride.

City Kitty in the Country

Playing with BDII is a lot like playing with my boys from Ashley Madison only better because neither of us is married so we can play where ever or whenever we can arrange it and don’t have to worry about hiding our cars or being seen together in public. Can I just tell you all that I LOVE that!!

Although to a certain degree we DO have to be discreet because Kitty still has the little ones at home. So since BDII has a car show this weekend and I wanted to give him a proper send off, I offered to make the drive up to his place which is well over an hour away. He seemed thrilled with the idea and invited me to stay the night. Isn’t that sweet??? I can’t imagine any of my other lovers making that offer for obvious reasons. But Kitty had to decline because as I said, I still have the little ones at home and it’s the middle of the week so Kitty plans to play hard with BDII then return to my vanilla life.

I carefully planned my route to BDII’s house since I was leaving from work and the ride was still over an hour. At the last minute I decided to use the GPS on my phone and everything was going perfectly until my GPS said “You’ve arrived at your destination.” I looked around and all I saw were FARMS! I turned around and tried to backtrack then broke down and called BDII. He answered and started to become a little impatient with Kitty. In the end I was not far from his house and he talked me in but then Kitty made the futile mistake of parking in the long gravel driveway. “Park up here on the front lawn! Don’t park in the driveway” BDII shouted. This is when I knew I was in the country. If this guy is a serial killer this is the perfect place to do it. In the meantime I got out of the car and followed BD into the house and into what was clearly a sparsely furnished Manpartment. He began to kiss me right away but I pulled away to take a quick glance at the view. It was beautiful out here in the country. We talked briefly and then I realized that the GPS sucked the battery life out of my phone. “Let me run to my car and get my charger,” I said.

“Kiss me first,” BD said with his pants already pulled down exposing his erect cock.

I kissed him on the lips. “Kiss me where it counts,” motioning to his cock.

I leaned over and gave the head of his cock a quick suck and a lick just to let him know I was focused…as soon as I got my charger. I got up and began walking toward the door. He followed behind me, pulled me around and kissed me again, a long deep kiss this time. I immediately became wet. He wrapped his arms around me then put his hand down my pants still kissing me. His aggression was captivating. All I could focus on at that point was getting my clothes off as well as his. As he kissed me and rubbed my clit, I removed my jacket, shoes and belt.

“Bend over the table,” he commanded

I had been longing for him to fuck me from behind so I slipped off my pants and followed his order noticing that not one window in the entire apartment had any type of covering. He slipped inside of me but I suppose the table was too high. He turned me around and led me to the bedroom. Still half dressed he laid me on my back on the side of the bed and began thrusting inside of me. All I kept thinking was how nice he felt inside of me and how to get the rest of my clothes off.

It wasn’t long before he said, “turn over, and get on all fours.” Being the obedient Kitty that I am, I did exactly what I was told and was greeted with the wonderful sensation of his cock inside my pussy and his fingers in my ass. “You like this don’t you? You dirty little slut.”

All I could do was moan yes. “Make yourself cum for Daddy,” he said as he pulled out not one vibrator but two which he had purchased for me. He chose the larger of the two which was huge and purple. “Let me see you take that whole thing in.”

His eyes widened as the huge vibrator all but disappeared inside of me. I moved it and closed my eyes imagining him behind me. I leaned over and kissed him. He began stroking my entire body as I continued to move the vibrator until I couldn’t take it anymore and I let myself go.

Then it was his turn. Kitty went to work giving BDII one of my special blow jobs as I moved my finger in his ass. BDII began stroking his cock as I kissed his lips, ran my tongue down his chest, and nibbled his nipples. “Put your mouth down there,” he ordered as he continued to stroke.

As instructed Kitty moved down to his cock and began to suck the head. I could hear his breathing quicken and then began to taste the salty taste of his cum in my mouth. I moved up to his face and gave him a kiss letting him taste his juices inside my mouth.

We lay still for a few moments enjoying the tension release both of us just experienced. I am thinking about him right now. I wonder if he is thinking about me on his long trip away for the weekend.