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.