Bringing the New Year in With a Bang!

It's New Year's Eve...the calm before the storm in my line of work so on the one hand Kitty is on edge and on the other completely enjoying the quiet in my office this morning. Aside from Kitty's frustration over health issues I am well. Oh don't you worry about Kitty. There is nothing serious going on although my boss took the pleasure of calling me "old" the other day and told me my body is starting to “break down”.

Don't ask me why but I had some days to use up in December. I had stashed them aside for potential playdates but things just never worked out so I decided to catch up on some doctor's appointments instead. That was a bad BAD choice. For future reference if you have a choice between taking time off from work for a play date or a doctor’s appointment CHOOSE THE PLAY DATE!!!

Needless to say Kitty is in the midst of trying to straighten out some sort of problem with my eyes which I use ALL THE TIME for work and have zero time and zero patience for fuck ups and I suspect the doctor fucked up so now I am pissed and seriously those of you who know me in the real world, know that you don’t want to piss off Kitty.

Whew…today apparently is the day of venting for Kitty so I apologize…rant over.

Kitty is looking forward to a playdate with Traveling Salesman tomorrow. He seems extremely conservative. Kitty always likes guys like that and always wants to tap into that naughty side of them . So the funny thing about the Traveling Salesman is that through all of our emails…all of our vanilla dinner dates Travelling Salesman has neglected to ask Kitty’s real name…even just my first name. At this point it would be a little uncomfortable for him don’t you think?

So in light of what is going on Kitty is looking forward to starting the New Year off with a “bang”.

You never know what the day will hold so take advantage of everything life has to offer while you can. That’s the mantra Kitty tries to live by.

Happy 2015 everybody. Kitty wishes each of you a happy and healthy New Year filled with orgasms and great sex.

 

The Wife

Last night I had a dream that she and I were sitting down at a table…his wife and I. He was in the other room. She began talking about their relationship. I was thinking, “I just fucked him Monday.” I was waiting for her to confront me and then…I woke up.

In reality I did see her the other day. I wasn’t caught completely off guard. I was on her turf…shopping and visiting a friend. I didn’t see her at first and went about my business of shopping. My friend checked in with me here and there and we walked around together admiring the work of other artists. My friend left me so she could tend to her booth and then I saw her…the wife.  At first I wasn’t sure it was her but she mentioned her dogs. She had bags in each of her hands and she was having a conversation with a friend of hers. I wanted to hit her friend. The friend was talking about what a wonderful room mother she used to be when her kids were young and how everyone wanted her to be their room mother. It took every ounce of restraint I had not to add my two cents…but I didn’t. I stole glances of his wife as I thought to myself, “I just fucked your husband two days ago.” His wife looked over at me. She did not smile. I may have smiled a bit. She was not as pretty as her pictures. She was dowdy and somewhat boring. I went about my business and she left.

All I could think was how very natural it was to run into her and how ironic it was that after all these years this was the first time this had ever happened. I wondered for a moment how other mistresses would react and then I thought I acted exactly as I should have. I have neither right nor any desire to interfere in their life together. It was interesting to see her in person but nothing more.

Color Wars

He was running late so Kitty checked us into the hotel. It was a dark and rainy night and a little frightening walking up the stairwell alone especially when I saw a door ajar in the dark corner and the lights in the room did not go on when I turned on the switch. I managed to find one working lamp in the room. If I had known he was going to be so late I would have brought some sexy lingerie and taking a shower. Instead I lay on the bed watching television and texted him as he was on his way. After about an hour there was a startling knock at the door. I cautiously opened the door as he pushed it open forcefully. He had just come from coaching basketball wearing sweats and looking like the jock he was in high school. He was carrying his overnight bag and stopped on his way into the room to give Kitty a kiss…and then a more passionate kiss which made Kitty weak at the knees.

He put his things down on the bed and began to unpack. He had stopped at Target on the way and picked up a portable speaker, disinfectant, baby oil, honey and candles. He tossed the candles in my direction and I began to set them up. He set up Pandora to a smooth jazz playlist which was incredibly sexy. Then he sprayed the entire room with disinfectant which made Kitty smile and laugh. He sat on the edge of the bed and immediately grabbed my feet. He admired the fact that they were so small and I was happy that I had taken the time to paint my toenails and moisturize.

We kissed slowly and in perfect sync. His tongue hit my mouth in just the right places. I nibbled on his top lip and he jumped up and said, “Let me just take a quick shower. Five minutes.”

Kitty undressed down to my panties and bra and slipped into bed as he did after his shower. Again we began to kiss ever so slowly. He moved so slowly it was absolutely refreshing waiting to unhook my bra and slip off my panties. Kitty rubbed his bulge and could tell that he was hard already but before I could reach for his cock, he moved down to kitty’s pussy and began ever so gently to lick me and it was unbelievable and Kitty began to moan.

He moved up and rubbed his cock against Kitty’s clit. “Open your eyes,” he said “I want to see your face”.

I opened my eyes and smiled as I saw his face looking down at me, “That smile,” he said. “You are dangerous.”

Kitty thought about my secret life and silently agreed. We moved together slowly, our bodies responding in kind to each other’s touch. His voice alone was enough to make me cum but his gently touch; the dimly lit room and the smooth jazz playing in the background put me over the edge. Shortly thereafter he pulled out and came on kitty’s stomach.

We lay together talking, joking and laughing about our home town, our former classmates, our secret affair, our kids, our exes all the while kissing and touching. This was something Kitty doesn’t ever remember experiencing before.

After a short rest, Kitty began to kiss him. I nibbled gently on his lip then his nipples as he moaned with pleasure. Kitty ran my tongue down his stomach until I finally reached his cock. I gently ran my tongue around the head as he gasped, “Oh my God that feels good, Baby.” Kitty sucked the head just a little bit, ran my tongue up and down one side of the shaft then the other. Kitty continued as his breath began to quicken. “Ride my cock,” he commanded. Kitty climbed aboard with glee and began to gyrate as he called my name and said things like, “You like that big, black, hard cock inside of you don’t you?” He was right of course although just after that first kiss at the hotel room door Kitty had completely forgotten the race difference between us. All I could focus on was the way his lips felt on my mouth, the way his tongue felt on my pussy, the way his cock felt inside of me and the sound of his voice as he called out my name.

It’s been a long time since Kitty has wanted to curl up in a man’s arms and fall asleep much less spend the night together. This was one of those times. Unfortunately the reality of life waited at home for Kitty and I had to leave him. I hope to see him again although it is not likely. Kitty had a wonderful time.

Race To The Finish

So what’s new with Kitty? Well…all SORTS of things!! Things are moving along. Thanksgiving was fun and really put Kitty in the mood to celebrate the rest of the holiday season.

So what’s new in Kitty’s “LIFE” you ask…well…Kitty has met two “new” men. The first is a Traveling Man. He is a salesman and even though he says he travels 70% of the time it sounds more like 95%. We met for drinks not too long ago. He was surprisingly handsome. So much so that Kitty agreed to meet him again. The Traveling Man is a slow mover. Kitty doesn’t know what to make of that but I sure am having fun learning. The second time we met he actually gave Kitty a proper kiss with tongue and everything!! Who knows what a third date will bring but I sure can’t wait to find out. Kitty’s attitude lately is basically if nothing else comes of it, I am meeting new and interesting people. The Traveling Man is interesting as well as handsome so our next meeting should be interesting to say the least.

Something interesting about Kitty that you may or may not know depending on if you know me in person…Kitty’s real self always seems to shine through even in my vanilla life. Last week a friend that I went to high school with was in town. We agreed to meet for drinks after work. Now this old high school buddy happens to be from a different race. Surprisingly Kitty has never fucked outside my race. The opportunity has never presented itself but it may very soon.

It turns out my old high school friend is recently separated. We had a very nice dinner together and chatted non-stop. You just know the entire time Kitty was looking at him wondering what it would be like to fuck him. Wondering what his lips would feel like on mine. Wondering if he would run his tongue along my pussy just the way I like it. Wondering if he would fuck me doggie style. But alas he walked me to my car after dinner, I gave him a respectful peck on the cheek and we went our separate ways.

I’m not sure which of his texts lead me to believe he may be interested in more than just a friendship but I definitely read things right because later in the morning before Thanksgiving he made a remark about our “date”

Kitty: “Oh so are we DATING now?”

High School Buddy: “Well, that depends on you…”

Bottom line…we have been texting, chatting and have a mini weekend getaway planned this weekend.

It’s going to be a great holiday season!!

Gaining Perspective

This weekend was a weekend of enlightenment for Kitty. In fact, the past few weeks have opened my eyes to a lot of things. Kitty has been doing a lot of research on Feng Shui and have started to make changes to my home specifically my bedroom in order to invite fortune as well as LOVE. Yes, I know…horrifying isn’t it? Kitty is ready to find love…well…just about ready.

Another thing I did was go to see a “Medium” and as I explained to one of my blogging buddies…yes…I am one of THOSE. Kitty is constantly searching for that connection to the other side. I’m not sure how legitimate the medium was but we had a very nice conversation and she really touched on some sensitivities that Kitty has…or HAD.

So while Kitty is working on enlightenment I met a man. He’s a nice guy. Very well spoken, highly educated and he absolutely adores Kitty…kind of like the way Kitty felt about The Cowboy.

So, what’s the problem? You are probably asking. Well…as much as Kitty likes “Mr. Down and Out”, Kitty is simply not attracted to him. We have spoken on the phone every night since we met online and as I mention over and over Kitty HATES talking on the phone. During our conversations Kitty has learned that Mr. Down and Out has no family. He was laid off from his high paying job and is doing temp work. He is divorced, had a falling out with his kids and is being medicated for bi-polar disorder. See what Kitty is saying?

So what would the obvious thing be to do in a situation where you meet a Mr. Down and Out? You got it! Kitty invited him for Thanksgiving!!! Now, Kitty is not having regrets about that…not at all. In fact as I tell my kids, it’s the whole premise of the season the way I see it. So Mr. Down and Out will be joining Kitty’s family this holiday season.

Sadly, Kitty had to explain to him that we are never going to be a couple. Kitty tried to explain to Mr. Down and Out that this winter will be a particularly difficult time for me at work and so the idea of starting a relationship at this time would be foolish.

The interesting thing about all of this is that I had a revelation. The way I feel about Mr. Down and Out is the way The Cowboy (and probably many other men) feel about Kitty. They “like” Kitty. They just aren’t ATTRACTED to Kitty. There is simply nothing Kitty can do about either situation. You are turned on by who you are turned on by and there is no rhyme or reason. It just is.

Kitty wishes you all a happy and healthy holiday season. Kitty will keep plugging away according to the “Medium”, 2015 is Kitty’s year to find love and good fortune. I sure hope so. Kitty could use a little love and good fortune.

Compliments

Kitty had every intention of baking cranberry bread last night. The kids were going to dinner with Angry Guy. Kitty has been doing well on my “diet” and even planned a healthy dinner for myself before the baking was to commence.

I received an email from him on AM. Just a “how ya doin’ ?” type of email which I thought was kind of funny in light of the fact that he can and sometimes does text me directly at no charge.

I texted him back and asked if he was working or if he had his kids. He said “neither” so I invited him for a drink. We’ve met before…just once for dinner over the summer. We’ve kept in touch. We’ve become friends.

We texted for a bit…playful texts. He said something about lifting my skirt and taking a picture for him so I texted him a nipple shot quickly. He was driving and I will admit there is a naughty side of me that enjoys distracting men while they are driving. He’s calmer though, not easily distracted. He said the picture made him hard.

He was right. By 6:00 that evening Kitty had her hands all over his rock hard cock and it felt nice. Initially he planned to tease me with his cock. Yes, he occasionally reads this blog and knows that’s kitty’s kryptonite. It didn’t take much coaxing before his rock hard cock was thrusting into Kitty’s warm, wet pussy first in missionary then he felt oh so nice fucking Kitty from behind as he stood at the edge of the bed. As he fucked me he said things like, “I love this ass” as he gave it a smack. Knowing how much Kitty enjoys riding a hard cock he gave me the opportunity to do that. At one point he looked into Kitty’s eyes and said, “You are a good looking woman.”

After we were both satisfied we lay in bed chatting. He reminded Kitty that the last time we texted I had fallen for someone. I let my guard down and got cut off at the knees. I liked that he cared enough to ask and was happy to report that particular person was out of my life but the sting of the Cowboy’s disinterest still cut like a knife.

I asked him what he thought about the situation but as we fucked and as he complimented my body, my looks, how much he enjoyed my mouth and my pussy I couldn’t help but feel as though things were going to work out for the best. Everything happens for a reason. I tell my kids that all the time and yes, I believe it.

Someday there may be a man that will appreciate Kitty in my vanilla life. The possibility does exist.

In the end Kitty had to leave. One of the last things he said to me was, “with all the exercise we just got and missing dinner tonight Kitty will be at fighting weight in no time.”

Funny…Kitty was thinking the same thing.

The File

This morning when Kitty got into work I put his file away. We aren’t expecting to hear any news until late December and quite frankly it’s torture seeing his name constantly through the day. Every computer file I open has his name on it or one of his family members. Seeing his handwriting and knowing that he’d never be writing anything to Kitty directly other than something work related is just too much to bare right now.

We did finally get out to the farm to visit The Cowboy. For Kitty it was like being in heaven. It was a particularly cold and windy Sunday. Kitty and daughter drove over an hour to get up there. He and his brother were waiting for us. Kitty’s Grinch heart leapt when I saw them both. The Cowboy’s brother is quite a bit younger, handsome, and well-educated and has the sexiest voice Kitty has ever heard. He was the first of the brothers to charm Kitty and it was a pleasure to finally meet him in person.

The brothers gave us a brief tour of the farm. We joked about Kitty riding one of the cows and The Cowboy saddled up two horses then The Cowboy took Kitty’s daughter for her very first horseback ride. The brothers were so kind and hospitable Kitty can’t help but fall head over heels. But alas, The Cowboy simply does not feel the same way about Kitty.

In an effort to show what a good farmer’s girlfriend Kitty could be, I made a pumpkin bread for The Cowboy as a “thank you”.

“How did you know I love pumpkin bread?” He said as I handed it to him. Kitty smiled inside.

He made a comment to Kitty’s daughter about learning how to cook and Kitty secretly hoped The Cowboy was thinking, “Damn this woman is a PERFECT!”

Kitty hoped and wished all week that The Cowboy would call. I did call him for a faux work related question. He said the bread was “good” and “moist” and that he and his brothers “devoured it before it could get into the house”.  And while Kitty hung onto these words hoping that they meant something more, in the end they were just kind words from a really nice guy who has no romantic interest in Kitty what so ever.

Does this make Kitty sad? Absolutely! Kitty can see myself with The Cowboy long term. I can see myself spending the weekends on the farm working, and playing. Kitty can see myself taking care of The Cowboy. I can see myself cooking for him and after a long hard day on the farm making love to him.  I can see myself enjoying his big family and all the wonderful occasions they enjoy together.

This past weekend The Cowboy was in a wedding…another brother’s wedding. We talked a little about it. Kitty was hoping that by some miracle he would invite me to be his guest. Apparently there was some drama with the mother of The Cowboy’s son. She was invited to the wedding as well but was throwing a tantrum over not being invited to the bridal shower.

Kitty wanted to shout “TAKE ME!!! I’M DRAMA FREE!!!” Instead Kitty told The Cowboy to have a good time and to send me pictures of himself all dressed up in a tuxedo. Kitty knows The Cowboy cleans up nice.

But as the song says, “I can’t make you love me if you don’t” so before Kitty loses what is left of my dignity, I decided the best thing was to put The Cowboy’s file back downstairs where it belongs, re-wrap my heart in bubble wrap, re-build my walls and move on.

Team Kitty

Last night Kitty had a great conversation with my old friend Bad Boy. I would have to say that he knows me better than just about anybody inside and out. I don’t want to gush too much because I think it makes him feel uncomfortable when I write about him and our conversations but I have to include him in my unique group of friends that I like to call “Team Kitty”.

Last night Bad Boy and Kitty were texting as we tend to do here and there. Bad Boy is always very cordial and always invites Kitty to call him. Kitty is not big on talking on the phone for several reasons but especially since my kids are usually around and hear bits of my conversation with Bad Boy which at times can be rather inappropriate.

So we were texting…Bad Boy and Kitty. We exchanged the “what’s new?” We both of course said “not much”. I did mention about my pending threesome with Esq. and Sidekick and we briefly discussed it. I then mentioned that T-Bone’s wife had called me when Bad Boy texted, “U really need to call.” Kitty had to smile and then Kitty called Bad Boy.

As Bad Boy and Kitty were talking and Bad Boy was urging Kitty to be safe, Kitty realized that I really DO have quite a unique group of friends a.k.a. Team Kitty.

Team Kitty consists of friends both real and cyber mostly men and mostly platonic all concerned for Kitty’s safety as well as my happiness.

I think when I wrote that post “One Hellava Night” it may have shaken a few of my friends up. Kitty didn’t mean to do that. I was simply trying to add a little spice to the blog post and for those of you who really got upset, I apologize.

I want to assure you all that Kitty takes many many precautions when I go on play dates. Kitty always tells at least one person on Team Kitty where I will be and with whom which I think is a good policy for anybody living this secret life.

Kitty has also become more selective believe it or not about my play mates. Bad Boy and I were discussing that as well. When Kitty was trapped in a sexless marriage I was absolutely bananas for sex. Kitty did some really unsafe things with some really unsavory characters. Luckily everything worked out but I did learn my lesson. The funny thing is that now that Kitty is free to fuck whoever I like I don’t have that feeling of desperation that I used to have when I was married.

That doesn’t mean that Kitty has lost my drive. OH NOO!!! It’s just that Kitty can afford to be more discriminating. I don’t put myself in unsafe situations anymore and like I said I have the support of Team Kitty.

So I want to thank all of you for all of your concern and all of your support.

Love,

Naughty Kitty

xoxo

It Must Be a Full Moon

Kitty just had the craziest IM conversation with an old friend on Facebook. He and I had been friends in high school. He had a crush on Kitty I think at the time but was too shy to act on it I think. We came in contact once again through Facebook. He is happily married with a beautiful family and lives a safe distance from Kitty. We are in the same profession and he has quite a few health issues so he is on and off of Facebook and will occasionally make a comment about how beautiful Kitty’s kids are or even how beautiful Kitty is!

Last night while Kitty was juggling the logistics of meeting T-Bone HS Crush began to text me. I missed his text initially but this morning he IM’d me again and said he was dealing with some heavy stuff. I immediately assumed it was health related when in reality his wife had just asked to open up THEIR marriage!!!

Now Kitty has no idea what made him reach out to ME with this information and by the end of the conversation we were both laughing but initially he said “if you were presented with this situation what would you do?’

Kitty: “Would you believe me if I told you I was presented with this situation just last night?”

Crazy…RIGHT?!?!?!

So Kitty and HS Crush had an online conversation about all sorts of things related to open marriage, divorce affairs and Kitty told HS Crush the abbreviated version of my secret life.

Not much surprises me anymore but I have to admit, the concept that of all the people HS Crush should confide in Kitty right off the bat about this…well…you have to admit there is something cosmic about it.

Hellava Night Part 2

Kitty let the call go to voicemail then waited until I was in a private place to listen to the message. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe T-Bone when he said this might happen. It’s just that Kitty thinks his wife is bi-polar and will regret the call once she realizes shit’s getting real.

Once I got to my bedroom I listened to the message. Sure enough it was her voice. Much calmer than the first time she called me years ago and threatened to come after me if I ever went near her husband again.

This time her voice was steady and calm…almost human. She explained who she was and that I have her blessing to “text, call or even fuck” her husband.

Once I heard the message, I texted T-Bone “WTF?!” His reply was, “What? You told me to have her call you”.

He was right. He has been telling me for months that they agreed to open up their marriage and while Kitty believes him, I also know how fucking crazy his wife is. I truly believe that she agreed to it thinking that he would never find anybody…and yet he found Kitty three years ago to be exact.

Kitty can visualize the headlines when T-Bone’s bat shit crazy wife hunts me down with one of T-Bone’s weapons. As Kitty explained to T-Bone, I have fought too long and too hard for my freedom to be gunned down by his crazy ass wife.

And so we agreed that if she left a voice mail giving me her blessing, I would continue my relationship with T-Bone.

He and I had a brief conversation after that. We made a play date and he assured my safety once she goes off the deep end and so it begins…again…

Kitty’s blogging bestie is always telling Kitty, “They always come back.” Damn if he is not right!

One Hellava Night

Kitty had one hellava night last night and I have decided to share with all of you because let’s face it; you can’t make some of this shit up!

Let’s see…where to begin…well Kitty’s vanilla life is moving along although work is kind of slow and that means Kitty is getting into all sorts of mischief. Kitty has been doing remarkably well on my diet considering the holiday season is upon us and Kitty wants to get down to fighting weight where I belong but in the meantime Kitty does still like to play. I came upon a match on AM not too long ago. He is an executive for a famous clothing manufacturer. He has a summer home and business trips out to Kitty’s area so when he asked Kitty to meet him for drinks last night, I thought “what the hell”.

Even though Kitty is not one to drive far out of my way for these meetings, The Executive charmed me into meeting him closer to his summer place which was maybe 40 minutes outside of Kitty’s comfort zone. Kitty left right from work to meet The Executive and although I hit quite a bit of traffic, I told myself it was nothing compared to the traffic he must have had to deal with. We met at the restaurant he suggested. As promised he arrived early to get us a nice table and was already on his first beer and deep in conversation with our 20 something server. He was absolutely charming and although from his texts it was hard to believe he was new at this AM stuff, Kitty believes maybe he is based on our dinner conversation.

Dinner went well and was as close to a vanilla dinner date as Kitty has ever had. His Rolex watch glimmered and I noticed it briefly out of the corner of my eye as I listened to his surprisingly interesting stories about work, home and prior AM meetings. Although The Executive travels worldwide, he is very down to earth and interesting so when he walked me out to my car, I asked if he’d like to sit and talk some more. He said yes of course and offered Kitty the choice between my car and his. For whatever reason Kitty chose his car then later thought maybe that wasn’t the safest idea.

He led me into the front seat of his sports car, got in the driver’s side then turned the ignition to start the heat and the radio. We chatted briefly then he asked if he could kiss Kitty. Kitty of course said yes and although we were not spot on like Kitty has been with previous lovers Kitty and The Executive fell into sync within a few minutes. Once we did he began to feverishly paw for Kitty’s breasts. He was talking in low tones and Kitty could barely hear him but I think he asked me to take off his pants. Kitty reached over the center panel and began to unfasten The Executive’s pants. He quickly finished the processed and exposed his own cock. He looked Kitty in the eyes and I had to remind myself that The Executive does not know exactly who he was dealing with. Kitty proceeded to suck his cock as he moaned things like, “You are going to make me cum Kitty. Oh my god you are SO good at this!” Then very quickly The Executive began to cum just as Kitty removed “blow job in a sports car” from my mental bucket list. Unbelievable that Kitty has never done that but true.

The Executive took a moment to clean himself up, give Kitty a few quick compliments then drove me to my car. Kitty’s ride home was uneventful and quicker than the ride there and I thought to myself what a nice distraction the evening had been.

And so Kitty walked through the door and back into my vanilla life when suddenly my cell phone began to ring and I saw his name come up on the screen. Only something told me not to answer. Something told me it wasn’t him. Something told me it was his wife.

Surprise Sex With Top Gun

It's not often that a Kitty gets a re-do with an Ashley Madison guy. I'm not sure if any of you remember Top Gun but Kitty met him way at the beginning of my Ashley Madison days...three years ago to be exact. We met for Chai at Starbucks, texted a little bit after that and then lost touch. Kitty got the impression Top Gun was trying to ditch me so I let him go. He was single at the time and Kitty of course was married to Angry Guy.

Well, the other night while Kitty was checking out the latest and greatest on Ashley Madison, I saw Top Gun logged on to the site. I emailed him immediately. Before long he emailed me and then called. We made a date to meet the next morning at the very same Starbucks and potentially a walk on the beach. He made a few comments about breaking in his hotel room. Oh yeah! Kitty forgot to mention that Top Gun commutes back and forth between the East Coast and the West so while he is in town, he is in a pretty nice hotel.

So we meet at 10:00 "SHARP" because Top Gun is a retired military guy as well as a pilot. He has his chai and Kitty splurges and orders a pumpkin spice latte and a blueberry scone. Top Gun decides to order himself a scone as well. So we chat like old friends. We recount the past three years. Top Gun's looks haven't changed at all. He is tall, dark and handsome. I later find out that he is half Portuguese. After coffee I offer to take Top Gun to the beach. Even though he has lived in the surrounding area on and off for the past three years he has yet to see my favorite beach so we go, we walk then we sit in the sun on the most gorgeous morning of the summer so far. We flirt and we begin to touch and then Top Gun kisses Kitty and suddenly we are on a date.

We decide to go back to his hotel. In the car Kitty confesses that I prefer men who use iPhone over the alternative. I'm thinking since Top Gun is using his iPhone he would appreciate my humor but he just thinks I'm crazy.

Once back at the hotel Top Gun confesses that he requests the top floor so that he can get his workout by walking the stairs and even though Kitty is way out of shape at this point I walk up four freakin' flights of stairs in the hopes of feeling Top Gun's cock inside of me.

Although breathless Kitty makes the climb and we enter Top Gun's suite. Kitty kicks off my sandals and begins to take off my jewelry. Since Top Gun was making all sorts of comments over coffee and at the beach then immediately apologized Kitty said, "You can say whatever you want to me here. Don't be shy and don't apologize."

Top Gun began to kiss Kitty. We remove each other’s clothes. Kitty exposes Top Gun's beautiful, long erect cock. He moaned the moment I touched it. After a brief conversation on the beach where Top Gun revealed that he doesn't necessarily crave oral the way most men do, Kitty opted not to suck on his cock right away.

Top Gun immediately took charge. He moved Kitty to the bed and immediately put his hard cock inside of my already wet pussy. We all know by now how much Kitty loves a man who takes charge. Top Gun worked damn hard and thrusted for a good long time taking breaths to ask a few questions. "How often do you expect to meet when I am in town? What are you going to write about me in your blog? Did you cum yet? Can I cum inside of you?"

When I explained that it would probably be okay but that I could still possibly become pregnant he asked, "Hypothetically what would happen if you became pregnant?" Now, when Kitty is being fucked especially when I am being fucked hard like Top Gun was doing, I can barely speak much less think so my answers were brief and now looking back I suppose we should sit down and discuss these questions probably with clothes on and probably without Top Gun's cock inside of me.

When Top Gun pulled his cock out of me for a brief moment I was able to slip it in my mouth. I'm thinking he decided he liked it after all since after a few short minutes of me sucking the head of his cock he asked if he could cum in Kitty's mouth. Ahh another convert.

Now something happened when Kitty was with Top Gun that has never happened to Kitty before with an AM lover. After Kitty and Top Gun both came we lay for a moment in silence. We slipped under the covers then Kitty and Top Gun curled up together in Top Gun's plush bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Not Out of The Game Yet

Kitty has to admit that I was feeling a little low at the beginning of the week. I had waited to hear from the Cowboy in hopes that after his awkward text he would call Kitty to reschedule our visit out to his farm. When Sunday came and went Kitty had all but given up hope. Typically Kitty makes excuses when this happens…maybe he was busy…maybe he forgot…maybe he had a terrible tractor accident and needs Kitty to nurse him back to health. But Kitty has grown over the years and in the end I was resolved to the fact that the Cowboy was simply not interested in a friendship with Kitty. Since Cowboy is a client and as Surfer Dude pointed out, “It’s unprofessional to fuck a client.” Kitty had no choice but to let it go.

There is one problem with this in Kitty’s mind. Kitty just hates the awkward silence. So as Kitty was mentally preparing to fuck Esq. I began to think. Kitty has to resolve this silence with the Cowboy and make sure we are okay as Client/Kitty.

The Cowboy’s folder is front and center on Kitty’s desk. I can’t do anything without glancing over and looking at it. I had to do some work for his brothers, sisters, mother so his name has been in my head for weeks. Kitty can’t get away from thinking about the Cowboy. So Kitty did the ultimate high school girl move. Kitty called the Cowboy under the pretense of his situation as a client.

Kitty: “Hi, it’s Kitty from ****”

Cowboy: “Hey! What’s up?”

Kitty: “Nothing. I was wondering if you’ve heard anything.”

Cowboy: “No, I thought that maybe you had and that’s why you are calling.”

Kitty: “No but we should hear something soon. Please let me know if you hear anything and I will do the same.”

Cowboy: “Okay and HEY call me on Sunday. If the weather is nice you and your daughter should take a ride to the farm. It will be a nice day.”

So Kitty’s heart…or what’s left of it took just a little leap as the Cowboy and I discussed the weather and farming and business. His voice is so sexy to me and although he uses words like “ain’t” which typically drives Kitty crazy, I can’t help but get a little wet when I think about fucking this man who is really the epitome of the American man.

Kitty does have a little confession to make and I know those of you who know Kitty in person are going to give me all sorts of shit for this but Kitty can actually see myself potentially “settling down” with the Cowboy. Kitty can almost see myself being…MONOTONOUS…MONOGAMOUS.

There is something about the simplicity of his life style that appeals to Kitty. He gets up in the morning works hard until the end of the day then eats and goes to bed. Kitty doubts the Cowboy has a computer, Ipad or any electronics other than his cell phone. All of his business dealings are done through his mother and through Kitty. He has no time for nonsense and doesn’t quite get Kitty’s humor which is abundant to say the least.

The Cowboy is the kind of man that Kitty can see spending holidays with sitting around the family dinner with his absolutely huge family which I already know quite well via telephone. Oh sure, I know. Kitty is getting ahead of myself and believe me Kitty realizes that it is highly unlikely that I will get my fairy tale ending with the Cowboy.

The good news? Kitty is not out of the game yet.

Cloudy With a Chance of Threesomes

Were any of you wondering how Kitty’s threesome went last night???? Wouldn’t you know as soon as Kitty posted about it Esq. texted to tell me that Sidekick was traveling for work and would not be able to attend “this time”. I’m sure my disappointment was obvious but then Bestie Bill and I agreed that Kitty needed to drop the subject. We had a feeling that Esq. might be getting a little jealous and may have re thought sharing Kitty with Sidekick. First off there is no way Kitty can have any direct contact with Sidekick. Strange don’t you think? When Esq. explains it, it makes sense to a degree but COME ON GUYS!!!

So for the time being Kitty dropped the whole threesome issue but secretly hoped that Sidekick would be at Esq.’s vacation home waiting when Kitty arrived. “Text me when you get on the bridge” Esq. said. Kitty thought…”maybe just maybe”. When I got to the house I didn’t see Esq.’s car. Good sign. Maybe Sidekick drove.

Esq. greeted me at the door and explained that he had parked around the back leaving “The Queen’s” spot for Kitty. He welcomed me into the house. He had candles lit and music blaring. Just a side note, one of Kitty’s Raw Vegan friends informed me that candles are toxic. These were over powering as was the top 40 music. Kitty is not one to complain but the music had to go. Esq. turned the music down and Kitty encouraged him to come upstairs right away to get away from the candle fumes.

Kitty has to admit that this time around went much better than the first time with Esq. which was awkward. Although his personality can be a bit grating, Esq. has a really nice cock.

Kitty let Esq. take charge this time which was a welcome change although Kitty had been texting Esq. for the past few days EXACTLY what Kitty wanted. Really what Kitty wanted was to suck Sidekick’s cock while Esq. fucked me from behind but in the end Sidekick was just not there.

Esq. had mentioned that he had never done reverse cowgirl or “cowboy” as he said. OMG! I know RIGHT?!?! See, when Kitty hears things like this from a 50+ man I feel as though it is Kitty’s responsibility to give these men what their wives clearly have not!

So, yes, Kitty rode Esq.’s super nice cock both cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. Esq. threw a little doggie in there and for our second round Esq. went old school and fucked Kitty missionary.

We lay in bed chatting and Kitty let Esq. bring up the subject of Sidekick. “You will never have direct contact with him just so you know. Any and all contact will be through me,” Esq. informed Kitty.

This kind of sucked because Kitty and Bestie Bill were hoping Kitty could play with Sidekick alone as well as alongside Esq.

Esq. asked, “Do you think you would enjoy sucking his cock while I fuck you from behind?” Luckily the room had become dark at that point because the smile on Kitty’s face could not be stifled. In an effort to seem nonchalant Kitty said, “Sure, that sounds like a lot of fun. But don’t you think I should have some alone time with him first? I mean this is the first time he’s done anything like this and to start out with a threesome? It could potentially disastrous. Shouldn’t Kitty make sure Sidekick and I have the same great chemistry that you and I have?” Kitty can be super sly when I want to be.

Esq. replied, “Sure, I’ll watch. I’d like that.”

And so, even though Kitty’s threesome was postponed, it is not completely out of the question.

Kitty's First Threesome

I know…RIGHT?!?!?!?!?! Kitty was SO excited yesterday!! And Kitty’s blogging bestie Bill texted that he fell off his chair he was so excited for Kitty!!

Kitty has so much to catch you all up on but let’s start with the threesome which is tentatively scheduled for this Thursday.

Kitty hasn’t heard from Esq. in several weeks since our play date. In light of the fact that Kitty found Esq. personality annoying I just let it go. In addition Esq. is totally paranoid about texting and emailing anything naughty and that is pretty much the opposite of Kitty. I mean JEEZ-US! The guy is not running for office anytime soon so WTF?! And Kitty sure as hell isn’t going to get him into trouble.

So on our last play date after we both came Kitty and Esq. lay in bed chit chatting for a bit. Kitty asked Esq. how he got involved with Ashley Madison. Like Kitty, one of Esq.’s besties recommended he get on. Esq.’s bestie “Sidekick” is also super DUPER paranoid. He’s basically living vicariously through Esq. and in his case I can sort of understand. He works for a high security agency and can’t take any chances with any of the fucknut women on AM.

So Esq. and I lay talking a little about Sidekick and as off color as my vanilla friends may take this, Kitty suggested giving Kitty’s info to Sidekick. Esq. agreed that it wouldn’t be such a bad idea. His logic was that we would most likely be sleeping with other people and that at least he trusts his bestie. Umm….OKAY!!!

So weeks have gone by and Kitty has gotten the occasional cryptic text from Esq. about the weather and coming down to his vacation home etc. Kitty replied with snarky texts but really Kitty enjoys the occasional, “I can’t stop thinking about fucking you again,” text.

Well yesterday of all days Esq. began texting Kitty at work. He seemed a little more responsive. He asked what my week looked like and we settled on a tentative night for a play date. During our back and forth Kitty boldly asked, “What’s up with Sidekick?”

Esq., replied, “I was going to ask if he’s available and invite him along for a drink if that’s okay.”

Ummm WWWHHHHAAAATTTT?!?!?!?!?!?! Kitty knew there would be no drinking so was this Esq.’s way of introducing the threesome???

It took several texts from Kitty, “Is this a threesome you are talking about?” because Kitty wanted to be absolutely clear…I mean ABSOLUTELY!!

Kitty requested some pictures and forwarded them to my blogging bestie for confirmation that Sidekick is absolutely a cutie and when Esq. confirmed that yes in fact he and Sidekick had tossed the idea of a threesome around and would I be game Kitty said, “YES!”

Thankfully Esq.’s texting loosened up a little after that. He had to go into a meeting and once again dodged the naughty texting that Kitty so craved so Kitty texted a few scenarios for Esq. about how the threesome might work.

First, Kitty suggested playing with Sidekick one on one since Sidekick is a virgin as far as straying from his wife. Kitty thought that might put Sidekick at ease and then maybe Esq. could join in. Chances are there will be someone fucking Kitty from behind while Kitty sucks the other’s cock and then maybe they might switch. Kitty’s bestie Bill recommended the “Double Penetration” which Kitty is not opposed to but not sure if I can make that happen our first time. It seems a little ambitious but none the less if these guys can pull it off, Kitty is game. Bestie Bill also recommended Kitty get on my knees sucking Sidekick’s cock while holding Esq.’s in my hand and going back and forth. That is completely doable to Kitty.

Kitty asked Esq. what made him think Kitty would be up for that. Kitty must have an air about me or something but Esq. said we discussed it briefly in bed and although Kitty doesn’t remember, I was at one point hoping that Esq. would bring Sidekick along one day for a threesome play date.

Now keep in mind friends, this is still tentative. Last text from Esq. he couldn’t get a hold of Sidekick since he was traveling but the prospect of this threesome in the near future is as Bill says, “nothing cures a broken heart like a good old fashioned threesome.”

Kitty’s Melancholy Week Continues

Each passing day that I don’t hear from the Cowboy proves his rejection of Kitty eminent. It’s rainy and gross here today.

Kitty has been getting texts from Freddie…remember “Fast Freddie”? Well he disappeared for about six weeks. Nothing happened that Kitty could remember to prompt Freddie being angry with Kitty but never the less he disappeared. Since Kitty didn’t much care for Freddie’s ways I simply let him go…until he started texting Kitty.

Kitty has not encouraged Freddie at all nor WILL I but I did want to investigate a little theory that I had about WHY Freddie suddenly disappeared. Kitty had a hunch that Freddie went looking for something better…younger…thinner…prettier.

So last night while Kitty lay in bed feeling sorry for myself over Cowboy’s rejection I texted Freddie.

Kitty: “Have you been on any good dates lately?”

Freddie: “No. I haven’t been intimate with anyone since you. And that’s the truth. And that was July? August?”

Now how stupid is he to make a remark like that…so in other words he doesn’t REMEMBER?!?!?! WTF?!?!

Kitty: “lol August. Last text you sent me was Labor Day. I texted you a few weeks later and never heard back until the other day. By the way being intimate is not the same as a date.”

Freddie: “yes. POF They were just not for me. Two lied and one cheated on me after I expressed my feelings for her. They were all nuts.”

Now between you and me how can he possibly have feelings for this woman after a few weeks and then be stupid enough to admit it to Kitty after texting how much he misses me. WTF?!

Freddie: “One that I took out just didn’t click. I guess she forgot what she had already told me then on the date told me something different. Second one said she wanted a relationship then after 3 dates said she needed ‘me time’ and time with her son. Third one went on a few dates with me, said she’d be happy to be my girlfriend, then I caught her at the bar with another guy after she told me she was sick and going to bed that night.”

Sounds like Freddie got what he deserved if you ask Kitty.

Kitty: “Sounds like you’ve been getting out and about the past few weeks.”

Freddie: “Yes, but it’s a waste of time honestly. And a waste of emotion.”

Kitty: “Well I’m sorry but I waited and waited. I thought you were busy with work. You were dating other women.”

Freddie: “I’m sorry too. But I thought you weren’t really happy with me. Honest.”

Kitty: “You had someone kind, and funny and patient right in front of you and you thought you could do better. If you thought that you should have said something. I don’t play those games. I told you that and I meant it. Everything would have been fine.”

Freddie: “My mistake”

YA THINK?!?!?!?!?

Kitty: “Apology accepted. I hope you learn for next time. Although the chances of finding another woman like me around here are slim to none. LOL”

Freddie: “I understand. I realize that now. But keep me in mind if you find yourself single again. Best wishes to you. Goodnight Kitty.”

Kitty: “I’m not sure I could trust you Fred. I’d always wonder when you’d disappear again.”

Freddie: “I understand.”

The sad thing is I really don’t think he DOES understand.

The Cowboy

It’s a chilly fall morning here in Kitty’s part of town. Kitty has been wanting to write but life keeps getting in the way. Kitty is a little melancholy today but no worries. It will pass. It never fails. Just when things seem hopeless Kitty gets an email or a text or I run into a friend at the market. Kitty doesn’t let life get me down.

Kitty’s Ashley Madison life always seems so much simpler than my vanilla life. My Ashley Madison friends accept me for who I am. My blogging friends accept me for who I am. Who am I?

Well…Kitty is just about the same person in my vanilla life that I am in my Ashley Madison life only with clothes on. Kitty is bright, funny, loving and yes…somewhat over the amount that I would like to weigh. In my Ashley Madison life this plays little or no part but in Kitty’s vanilla life, it apparently means everything.

Kitty has been working with a client lately. He is a cowboy. Typically if Kitty is working with you, things are not too good in your life. But Kitty is also very compassionate and likes to see the good in people. The Cowboy is single and he is a man of simple means and for whatever reason Kitty is attracted to him. I’m attracted to his vulnerability I suppose. I’m attracted to the simplicity of his life…with the exception of the fact that the mother of his child is in and out of his house. Kitty can picture a vanilla life with the Cowboy while still enjoying my independence and perhaps a little Ashley Madison fun as well.

Nevertheless when Kitty wants something or someone, I go for it. So the Cowboy very casually invited Kitty and the kids to his farm for a visit. Kitty jumped right on it but I suppose his invitation was more out of politeness for Kitty’s overzealous interest in his business and his life in general.

We had planned for this past Sunday and although Kitty was dressed more for a date than a farm visit I mentally prepared to make the trek to the farm in good faith. A few hours before we were supposed to head over the Cowboy called and had to cancel. His reason was more than legitimate and although Kitty tried to convince myself that things on a farm happen and we can’t be touring in the midst of this business, the bottom line is the Cowboy just isn’t interested in Kitty.

When he called to explain why he had to cancel Kitty said, “It’s really no problem. Maybe sometime we can get a drink or something.”

The Cowboy answered, “well here’s the thing…I don’t drink.” Kitty wasn’t put off so much by the fact that the Cowboy doesn’t drink as much as the fact that he didn’t say, “But we can grab lunch or something if you want”.

Since I was in a public place when he called I texted the Cowboy later and said, “Sorry, couldn’t talk when you called. I meant to say if you want to get together another time to let me know. It doesn’t have to be for an alcoholic drink and it doesn’t have to be for a date. Just thought you might want to talk/vent…”

The Cowboy replied, “Sounds good. Thanks”.

While trying to over analyze the Cowboy’s short but clear message that he was just not interested Kitty was texting a blogging friend who said, “He could have had the blowjob of his life at a minimum.”

Kitty, “Looks are deceiving. Most single guys can’t see past my dowdy, somewhat overweight exterior and my soccer mom minivan. More often they will go for the hot chick who is using them for their money.”

Blog friend, “Well, I look at it differently. I guess because I am married the discreet soccer mom milf who knows how to shut her mouth is a huge turn on. By the time we are 50 we are all imperfect as far as our bodies but the flip side is we know how to be erotic. That is why I avoid younger and visibly hot women…I see drama…I see home wrecker…I see danger.”

And so…we will see. Kitty doesn’t hold much hope for the Cowboy but you just never know. Keep good thoughts for Kitty this week a playmate in my vanilla life is just what the doctor ordered and let’s face it…who DOESN’T want to fuck a Cowboy at least once in their life.

Sins of the Father

I’ve been thinking a lot about sinning lately. It’s that time of the year where in my faith we do that. Also, a few different blogging buddies made comments that made me think about it.

Now that Kitty is single, I really don’t consider what I do as “sinning”. I’m going to try to explain my thought process but this may or may not sound logical so bear with me.

The way I look at it is that the men I have been with are pretty decent guys. They don’t lie about being married in fact as far as I know; they don’t lie to me at all. In reality they have no reason to lie to me. I’m not their wife and I’m not their mother. Most of the guys I see that are married are a hell of a lot nicer than some of the single guys I have seen.

As far as the married guys…well the way I see it is that they are doing what they need to do to keep their families intact and keep their sanity at the same time. I’ve been where they are. I couldn’t keep up the charade but I do give them credit for continuing to do what is best for their families and of course Kitty would never interfere with that.

So maybe Kitty’s logic is warped but in today’s world we have to do whatever it takes to get through and if it means sneaking away for a few hours of bliss with Kitty well…who am I to judge ;)

Naughty Kitty Private Investigator

A few weeks ago Kitty started corresponding with a new potential playmate. He's an attorney so let's call him Esq (esquire). Esq is extremely protective of his identity. Kitty is used to dealing with that and while in the past Kitty will admit that I have on occasion met men and fucked them in spite of the fact that I did not know their full names...well...those days are gone. I mean JEEZ-US make up a fake name if you want to but don't be evasive. Kitty HATES evasive.

Now Kitty is at a point where I have little or no patience for nonsense and since I have a small pool of potential playmates to play with I really don't need to waste any time on Esq. so you are asking, "Kitty why ARE you wasting your valuable time?"

Well, I will tell you. See, Kitty needs a certain type of playmate these days. Among other things Kitty needs someone strong willed. Kitty needs someone who is going to take charge in the bedroom. Now Kitty has met several wonderful men who do this but another new twist is that Kitty needs someone who I will not become attached to. Kitty is a bit vulnerable right now so I am looking for just the right match. Now you see this back and forth between Esq. and Kitty has got Kitty so totally frustrated and Esq. is being such an asshole about it by signing texts "Love Thomas Jefferson" and shit like that. Annoying right??? Well, it turns out this arrogance on Esq.'s part makes him a perfect play mate candidate right now for Kitty. Kitty hates an arrogant man and yet I get the sense that this guy is bossy in bed which is a complete turn on for Kitty.

So Esq. is going to be in town this weekend and has been taunting me over this name thing. I just can't let him get away with that. I tell most of my lovers that in the bedroom they can boss me around all they want to. They can say whatever they want to but outside of the bedroom if they say half the things they want to I'd rip them a new asshole. Since we are outside of the bedroom for the time being Kitty cannot let Esq. win this game.

So this morning at work Kitty did a little google research. Now this is exactly why Esq. did not want to give me his real name. He didn't want me to google him. Kitty had a sense that he was more important in his own mind. I didn't recognize his photos so I knew he wasn't a celebrity attorney or higher up politician. Kitty did my google search and within 5 minutes of searching his first name and where he said his office was located I found a picture of him on his firm's website. BINGO!!!!!

Kitty did just a little more research to make absolutely sure it was him. While the thought of the look on his face when he realizes I found out his real name makes Kitty wet, the thought of the huge ego boost he would get if Kitty guessed the wrong name makes Kitty desert dry.

So now that the Kitty is out of the bag so to speak Kitty needs to think of a clever way to let Esq. know that I know his real identity and that I WON...and then Kitty and Esq. can play ;)

Technology Can be a Dangerous Thing

So something kind of funny happened in our office the other day. I thought I'd share it here since nobody else would probably appreciate it. We all know that Kitty receives dozens and dozens of cock shots from all over the WORLD! Okay, that may be a slight exaggeration but I am fortunate enough to run with a select crowd of men that enjoy sending photos to Kitty. In fact I think word may have gotten around the office because the other day my boss sat at my computer to update something. My phone which was sitting to the right of him “pinged”. He said, “Here you may want to take this in case it’s a picture,” then he handed me the phone, barely touching it as though it was a dirty diaper.

Now what kind of friend would I be if I didn't accept these photos and in some cases share them with a friend?

Well...I actually did that not too long ago. A fellow blogger sent me a picture of his very erect cock. I have to say and cannot fully describe how absolutely beautiful this cock is. Kitty just had to share this picture with a friend so I shared it with a friend at work. And she agreed that this particular cock was something to be adorned. She felt so strongly about the picture that she decided to save it onto her phone.

Now we all happen to have iPhones where I work. I'm not sure how other phones work but with iPhone there is a little icon at the bottom of the picture that allows you to either save the photo to your phone, send in a text, email or post to Facebook.

Well, my girl...not sure what she did exactly but she clicked to save she apparently sent the picture somewhere other than her phone. When she tried to find it on her phone she couldn't. She looked in her family photos. She looked in her texts. The more she looked the more and more frantic she became. The more frantic she became the harder we laughed. We laughed so hard Kitty almost wet my pants and not in a good way.

In the end we never found the picture on her phone. All we were able to do was confirm that she did not post it on Facebook but every time the topic of pictures of any kind comes up we both break out into hysterical laughter.

"Thanks for Sharing"

The other night I started watching a movie. It was called “Thanks for Sharing”. The movie was about sex addiction. As I watched the movie and these people fighting an addiction along the same lines as alcoholism, I reflected on my own situation.

There was a time when Kitty acted out. There was a time when Kitty met strange men in hotel rooms, fucked them and then left. Interestingly enough, once Kitty was single, that drive to do dangerous sexual things subsided. Does Kitty still meet men in hotel rooms? Sure but not necessarily the first meeting. Kitty rarely gets so worked up that we skip the initial coffee meeting.

As the movie progressed and one of the characters began to backslide, Kitty watched him scramble to find a prostitute. The female character played by Pink was who Kitty most identified with in a way. She lost her best friend because Pink fucked her “old man”. Kitty has thought about it. Have I fucked any of my girlfriend’s “old men”? No but on occasion I have looked for them on Ashley Madison.

Even though sex was a major contributing factor to the demise of my second marriage, Kitty put my safety at risk on several levels but I have yet to hire a prostitute or let sex get in the way of my work. Notice Kitty didn’t say that I have yet to fuck one of my bosses because let’s face it, for all intents and purposes XXX was and still sort of is one of Kitty’s boss.

So the question remains, are we sex addicts?

Kitty Distracted

I’m not sure what’s going on with me. Is it age? Hormones? I dunno but the other night when Freddie and Kitty hit the sheets Kitty was just not into it. I mean I looked across the table at him at dinner and got wet. No doubt. We were talking and dining. He was as nice as could be. Kitty had on my sexy black bra and red silky g-string even though I had a heck of a calorie busting dinner the night before with friends and wasn’t feeling sexy. But I still was up for that cock of Freddie’s. Was it the fact that he was smoking every chance he got whenever we were outside back and forth from the car? This was definitely reminiscent of Angry Guy and yes a turn off for Kitty but I keep telling myself this is just about sex. I don’t need to change Freddie and he sure as hell isn’t going to change me.

Was it the fact that I was still recuperating from my Surfer Dude fucking although that was so soft, sweet and relaxing it wasn’t as though I was sore or raw from it.

I’ll admit that when Freddie’s tongue touched my cunt I immediately thought of the velvet touch of Surfer Dude’s tongue and how I responded immediately. For whatever reason Freddie’s tongue felt too rough. His hands too rough. His fingers crammed into my ass way too hard.

I will say that his cock got nice and hard and Freddie does have a nice big hard cock. Kitty does like that. Kitty even managed to ride Freddie’s cock for a little bit. Freddie said, “Your pussy is so tight.” Even though I don’t think it was meant to be a compliment, I had to think, “how fucking loose was your ex?”

Freddie should be pleased that Kitty is so tight although I think it has more to do with the fact that he has quite a big cock…quite possibly the biggest Kitty has ever had the pleasure of sucking on.

In the end Kitty got herself off with my own bullet while Freddie fumbled between trying to lick my clit and play with his fingers. Kitty has spoiled Freddie to the point where all he wants is one of Kitty’s signature blow jobs and to cum in Kitty’s mouth. Freddie, I think needs to earn that. He is taking it for granted and Kitty can’t allow that. So, Kitty told Freddie to come on my tits. I think he enjoyed it. In the end he came. He wanted to lay and spoon all night but Kitty was anxious to get home.

“Someday, I’d like to wake up next to you like this,” he said from behind.

Kitty thought. “Yeah, NOT going to happen!” In reality Kitty smiled at Freddie and said, “Well, you never know.”

Is Kitty getting too full of myself? I think maybe this extra weight has me distracted. I no longer feel sexy. Kitty has to pull myself together and Kitty has got to do that NOW.