End of Summer Fucking

Hey there!! How are you all? I’m not sure about you but Kitty is sort of looking forward to the end of summer. This has not been a great one for Kitty but I sure don’t want to complain. Thank goodness 

Kitty seems to be in good health and working on my last pesky issue with my back/sciatica. Yeah…it’s really been keeping Kitty honest that’s for sure. Aside from IMYM who left the scene early in July, Kitty has only had one play date.

Kitty always believes that things work out for the best and I’m not sure about you but I’ve noticed that play dates especially with married men pretty much come to a halt during the summer. I suppose it’s because kids are home from school, spouses are on vacation…whatever the reason it is not quite as easy to fly under the radar. Kitty totally gets that. Kitty still has to fly under the radar as well. Even though Kitty is single, I still have my secret life.

So today Kitty got a signal that summer is coming to an end and playmates are in touch and looking forward to playtime with Kitty and believe me the feeling is mutual. Kitty is surprisingly busy at work for this time of year so corresponding today was difficult. Just as an example I heard from Esq2, The Traveling Salesman, Dodger, Hammer…

Kitty was doing some work for one of Esq2’s clients. I made the mistake of texting him and said, “I’m working on one of your clients and all I can think about is riding your cock. How fucked up is that?!?!?!”

Esq2’s response was, “Understandable”. Can you believe what a mother fucker that guy is?? Man, his ego is incredible but damn does his cocky attitude make Kitty wet. I am pretty sure he knows it too.

Quite the opposite is IMYM. Now he and I have not been together since early July. Kitty has very little patience for IMYM’s drama with his Asian girlfriend. Mostly it bugs me when he lies to me about her and blows me off to do some ridiculous with her like play bingo for the 10^th time in a week. The last time he did that I confronted him about it. He curled up in a little ball and disappeared until today.

Kitty made the mistake of calling him to ask a favor for a friend and yes it was a little bit of a rush knowing that I was calling him in the middle of playing his regular Wednesday morning bingo game with the Asian. I let the phone ring but did not leave a message. Damn! IMYM must have jumped up and threw his Bingo cards all over to bolt out and call me back. I’ve been laughing at the visual all day. So after the issue with the favor was resolved Kitty made the mistake of asking IMYM how he is. Sadly he took the whiner’s approach and whined, “Not real good.” Now listen, I don’t mean to be harsh but Kitty is strong and in charge 23 1/2 hours a day. Is it too much to ask that the men she fucks be MEN for just 30 minutes?!?!?! To make a long story short Kitty agreed to meet IMYM sometime but then Kitty got to thinking about fucking IMYM and that just distracted me even more. So I’m thinking about maybe just fucking IMYM when it’s convenient and scratching the whole vanilla dating thing. I mean he’s got a great cock and there is something sexy about sneaking around with him. So we will just have to see about that.

Ahhh and then there is the Traveling Salesman. Kitty sure does love to get him wound up. He’s a tough one to describe. He seems very straight laced sort of like Kitty but I just feel like there’s a dirty little male slut aching to get out so today of all days Kitty took the bait and toyed with the Salesman. Oh we had our usual vanilla emails back and forth. “Does Wednesday work for you?” “I’m looking forward to seeing you.” Blah blah blah but then the devil in Kitty pushed the envelope and emailed, 

“What do you have in mind?”

Traveling Salesman: “I would stay at the Homewood Suites, we can share some appetizers, have a little wine, some cuddling, some foreplay. Maybe you can complete this?”

Well of COURSE I CAN!!! I’m NAUGHTY FUCKING KITTY!!!

So I emailed, “Oh my! I have so many filthy ideas but in the end we always have better luck and more fun going with the flow don’t we? I do miss feeling you inside of me”

Okay so maybe that was a bit of a stretch. As much as I adore the Traveling Salesman his little cocktail weenie cock is hardly noticeable inside of me. But still when he responded with, “such as?” I had to let go.

“Well I’m a girl that likes to be directed in bed. I like for the man to take charge so first and foremost your wish is my command. Having said that I do enjoy everything we have done so far and am always up for trying something new if the mood strikes you. Nothing gives me greater pleasure than to pleasure you so kneeling in front of you and sucking your cock is always something I enjoy doing. I hope you enjoy the way I suck your cock. I did enjoy riding your cock last time we were together. I have a funny story to tell you but I did come across a pair of handcuffs at neighborhood thrift. I can bring those if you are in the mood to play. I do enjoy being restrained but if that does not appeal to you we can skip that. I enjoy being fucked from behind but again that is totally up to you. Do you have any thoughts or did I miss anything that you might like to try?”

Traveling Salesman: “I really enjoy the way you suck my cock. Even when we were restricted in the back of your car, remember that? Loved it. Sure, bring the handcuffs would love to try them out. Certainly looking forward to seeing you, my cock is already at attention.”

My god! It’s like pulling teeth to get some of these men to step out of their comfort zone. For god’s sake! You are fucking a woman other than your wife!!You took the first step! You have a woman who is prepared to fulfill your wildest dreams! Now make the most of it!!!

Taking the Hard Line

It’s funny really how different each of us can be from one another. I’m always joking with my work bestie about how I wish I could take Esq2’s cock, combine it with Esq.’s personality and The Surfer’s tongue. “The perfect man,” I tell her.

Esq and Kitty have been trying to get together now for quite a while. In his defense Esq. has offered to come down Kitty’s way several times and Kitty just didn’t make the effort to drop everything and meet him. In Kitty’s defense these meetings would be in the middle of the night. Kitty would have an hour to shower, shave, dress and apply make-up. Given Kitty’s chosen profession along with the type A personality you would agree that this sort of thing doesn’t always work for Kitty.

But yesterday Esq texted Kitty at work and asked if I would be interested in meeting after work. Now Kitty had planned to go out to dinner with one of my tight ass friends but ditched the idea somewhere around noon thinking the longer I had Esq, the more orgasms I could have.

When I arrived at his house I walked in and called for him. No answer so I called again and then quickly realized that he was on the phone still dressed in his business suit talking about some big case and about “taking the hard line”. Listening to Esq take the hard line made Kitty super wet. This is the part of Esq that turns Kitty on. Esq is not a typical asshole guy at least not to Kitty. He is always very sweet, warm and giving. He apologized to me as the person on the other end rambled. I assured him it was fine. In reality it was sort of foreplay for Kitty.

When he finally got off the phone he grabbed a water for Kitty out of the fridge. He had lit about 10 candles lighting the otherwise dark room. We chatted and then mid sentence Esq began to kiss Kitty. Contrary to Traveling Salesman Kitty and Esq have a chemistry. We have a rapport. We decided to go upstairs to the bedroom taking two of the candles with us. The house was like an icebox as it was built in 1890 with little or no insulation and it was an absolutely frigid day.

We quickly undressed and slipped under the covers. Esq was warm and quite nice about letting Kitty warm up next to him even though I was freezing.

Now Kitty can’t be sure but I suspect Esq has or had another mistress. He had some new moves which Kitty happened not to care for. One thing I have learned after a year with Esq is he likes to do his thing. He likes to go down on Kitty even though he just doesn’t have the touch I need. He was able to make me cum right after our threesome with Sidekick. It was as though he observed Sidekick’s technique and followed it the letter. But yesterday, he was too hard…too rough. Someone he fucks must like it but Kitty likes it slow and gentle. I told him I wanted his cock. He said, “You’ll get it”. So I laid back and tried to lean into the pain.

Luckily he gave in and said, “Roll over”. Kitty happily obeyed. Esq slipped that beautiful hard cock of his inside Kitty and slammed into me over and over while holding my hips. His cock seemed bigger than ever. Kitty heard myself moan, and then he moaned and rested on my back. Kitty had missed getting fucked from behind. In fact I think the last time was back in June which was the last time I saw Esq.

We lay in bed talking. Esq likes to talk…A LOT. We took a look at the clock and it was almost time to go but Kitty needed to cum so I began to kiss Esq. Kitty leaned down and put his half erect cock in my mouth and damned if that thing did not become nice and hard in a matter of seconds. Kitty climbed on top of Esq hard cock and began to ride him and boy did it feel good. I could tell that he was ready to cum before I was but Kitty persevered. I rode and rubbed and gyrated. Sure enough Esq came but Kitty didn’t stop. Kitty went to my happy place where Esq is standing behind me thrusting and Sidekick is in front of me with his dick in my mouth. Thinking, visualizing and wishing Kitty finally came.

I must have worked harder than I thought because as soon as I got home I crawled into my own bed, fell asleep and was finally able to relax.

Happy Holidays From Naughty Kitty

Happy holidays everybody!!! I hope your New Year is full of good health, happiness and lots of SEX! I am not sure what the heck is going on with Kitty but I have had terrible writer’s block. I have no inspiration to write whatsoever which makes Kitty so sad. Don’t get me wrong. That’s not to say that Kitty hasn’t been having a great year filled with good health, happiness and lots of sex myself…it’s just…I don’t know…I just haven’t been inspired to write about it.

It’s crazy. Kitty’s blogging buddy has been up to all sorts of shenanigans. He’s been meeting women on Tinder, Craigslist…you name it. He’s been having all sorts of couples swaps and threesomes. Kitty even tried at one point to gather his experience and maybe write another book but in all honesty Bill moves so fast and furious through these women that Kitty can’t keep up.

What’s been going on with Kitty, you ask. Well, Kitty’s vanilla life is quite busy and of course my busy season is approaching which is part of why I wanted to at least ramble a little bit online. I suppose I feel somewhat obligated to keep up my blog. I’m not sure about all of you but I used to feel a little cheated when a blog I enjoyed just ceased to exist. Kitty has no intention of doing that.

I am going to speak frankly about something. Kitty does not have many regrets in my life. In fact the few I have are menial. One regret I do have however is telling some of the men in my life about this blog. I’ll admit that when I told some of the men in my life about it I was either 1. Not sleeping with them at the time or 2. Trying to get their approval on some level. At any rate there have been times when I do not write trying to preserve the feelings of one of these men. Don’t get me wrong. That is not an excuse. Kitty is just trying to keep things real.

Which is why when Tom Hagen texted me the other day asking why I hadn’t updated my blog in quite some time I was unable to answer. Tom Hagen is a great example of one of the men I am talking about. Tom and Kitty well…we fucked…several years ago. Since then we text every now and again. It generally starts out playful then ends with Kitty saying something that offends Tom and he cuts off communication…until we start again. I think one of the things that offended Tom is that he reads my blog. He sees that Kitty has a threesome then immediately assumes Kitty would participate in a threesome or gang bang with him and his little buddies. Oh Tom, don’t be offended. 

You are not the only one who thinks this way. Esq2 has the same attitude. I think the issue is that the days of Kitty fucking some random guy that she has never met before is over at least for now. That threesome was an organic occurrence between Esq. and Kitty and Esq.’s very best friend. There was a trust there that for whatever reason sunk in with Kitty. It wasn’t just a random spontaneous thing.

Okay, I am sorry for the rambling and Tom Hagen, if you are reading this, I do not mean to offend you.

I do have to say that I received a text this week that I have not been able to get out of my head. It was a very simple text. It read:

“Good Morning. I was feeling really good last night…Relaxing with a smile on my face and a very hard cock. I think my dick was trying to tell me something. I love making love to you and I think we are just beginning to learn what we really want…” 

The text in its entirety lends itself to planning the future. Not a future as a monogamous couple. A future of sex with one another. Not to mention the fact that Kitty is surrounded by people who make it quite clear that there is absolutely nothing worth loving about Kitty. So for anybody to show any “love” for any parts of Kitty…well…that is just heartwarming. But let’s face it, Kitty knows better. Kitty knows all too well that the endorphins wear off and we get back to our vanilla lives until the next time.

This text came the morning after a very warm night of fucking The Surfer. The Surfer and Kitty…well…we have something nice. The last time we fucked he said, “I like what we have.” Kitty agreed. He is a simple man and Kitty appreciates those simple statements and I agree with them. We have for lack of a better word “relationship” that seems free and easy. We float in and out of each other’s lives as our schedules and libidos permit.

To date The Surfer can make Kitty cum every single time. His tongue is like velvet on my clit and when we fuck we melt into one another effortlessly. We have something very nice and while Kitty cherishes the moments we have together, I am very well aware that each time we meet may be our last.

“I love making love to you”…don’t ask me why but that simple line just made Kitty’s holiday a little brighter.

Kitty’s Day in Court

So Kitty got called for jury duty this week. I know RIGHT?!?!?!? EXCITING!!!!

Actually nobody could believe that Kitty was chosen and then when I assured them I was everybody said, “Good LUCK!!!” It’s really the first time that Kitty has ever actually been called in. Generally I call the day before and have been dismissed. So like a dutiful citizen Kitty went into court for the interview. As I sat in the court room watching potential jurors be dismissed one right after the other I became entranced. I looked around hoping to see someone I knew at first then began to fantasize about seeing someone I knew from Ashley Madison. 

Kitty sat thinking how funny it would be to call a sidebar. Kitty would go up to the judge’s bench with the prosecuting attorney as well as the defense attorney and say, “Uh, Your Honor. I know the Defending attorney. We met in a hotel room after corresponding on Ashley Madison but Kitty ASSURES you that this will not impact my judgment what so ever!”

Do you think the judge would buy that? Or even funnier how about if the JUDGE was on Ashley Madison?!?!?!? “Um Your Honor? You may not recognize me with my clothes on. But it’s ME…you know NAUGHTY KITTY!!!”

And when Naughty Kitty tells you that the judge was hot enough for Kitty to fuck Kitty would be telling the WHOLE TRUTH AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH.

Sadly though, Kitty did not recognize a soul. Kitty did take every opportunity to look at the judge’s face searching for a sign…a sign to…well…you know…

Taking the Edge Off

It’s hard to believe that it’s been three years since we’ve been together but after we both came, we did the math and that’s what we figured out. Okay…I lied…HE came we did the math then he pulled me to the side of the bed and licked my clit until I came. It was a nice way to take the edge off after the disappointing episode with the Traveling Salesman.

To be honest I forget if he texted me first or I texted him but as he said later that night, “The planets aligned” and our schedules worked out and we met at the very cheapest hotel we could find and we fucked…just like we used to and it was pretty damn nice.

He always had a nice cock even though his evil wife always puts it down. I make an effort to pump him up 1. Because he really does have a great cock and 2. Because I hate women who attack a man’s cock.

I have to say that we have chemistry. It all starts with the kissing and we can talk honestly with one another. Kitty appreciates that. It also helps that he’s doing the open marriage thing with his wife so there’s not as much hiding which is really nice. In fact he took a picture of Kitty sucking his cock and was going to text it to her.

Kitty missed how deep he can get inside of me. It’s really an indescribable feeling. He came before Kitty was able to and I usually cum while I’m riding his cock but we had a few minor technical difficulties. The great part is that while he was trying to get hard again after cumming he asked Kitty to talk dirty to him. I asked him if he likes to eat pussy. Much to Kitty’s delight he showed me exactly how much and damn did that feel good!!

As we were getting dressed he asked what my plans were for dinner. None of Kitty’s lovers ever asked that before or ever took me out after fucking. It was kind of nice. We went out for dinner together to a nice restaurant completely out in the open and completely at ease with one another. Kitty liked that.

We texted a bit today. He had a flight tonight so I know he’ll be out of the country through the weekend. We promised not to wait another three years to get together. Kitty thinks I’m going to try my best to keep that promise.

Setting the Mood

I hadn’t seen him since May…since I gave him that blow job in the back of my new car. Since I had to cancel a few times after that I made a special effort to set the mood for last night. He got his little suite just outside of town. I love that little suite. It’s got a little kitchen that he and I talk about cooking together in although in the back of my mind I can’t imagine when we would ever have the time.

I did plan however a mini chocolate fondue. Kitty brought all the dippin’s, the chocolate and a mini fondue set for two that I had gotten as a Valentine’s Day gift for Angry Guy when we were married.

He seemed genuinely happy to see me when he opened the door. His hair had grown long which did not necessarily appeal to Kitty but he was handsome never the less. He poured us some wine and had spread out a few snacks of his own. Kitty got the fondue set up and quickly realized that something was not quite right with the chocolate and that it just wasn’t going to work.

We talked for quite a while as we sat side by side on the couch in the little living room. We caught up on the past few months…our work, our families…our lives…and then we kissed.

We kissed for what seemed like a long time and at one point I asked him if he wanted to move to the bedroom or stay in the living room. Kitty is never quite sure about him. I feel like he WANTS to ask for something and of course Kitty has made it quite clear that his request is my command but in the end we are really quite vanilla.

He did finally recommend moving to the bedroom and I could feel with my hand stroking his jeans that his cock was hard. He had the jazz station playing on the radio in the bedroom. We stood kissing for a moment and began to undress one another. 

Kitty carefully exposed his erection then once again slowly sank to my knees in front of him and began to suck the head of his cock. I could hear his breathing quicken and continued very slowly so as not to get him too excited. We moved to the bed and began to kiss again. He moved his face down between Kitty’s legs and began to lick and as much as I tried, Kitty just could not relax enough to cum.

“Kiss me” I said in an effort to get him to stop. He moved his face up to mine and we kissed. Kitty reached down for his hard cock hoping that putting it inside of me would help me cum…but there was nothing there.

“Um…well…see…I had a little accident,” he said.

Kitty thought, “WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!” But what came out of my mouth was more of a sympathetic, “Aw what happened? Are you okay?”

So, I pose this question to you out there…specifically my male audience...WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED???

And what can Kitty do to prevent it from happening again?

Principal Skinner

The other day Bad Boy and Kitty were talking on the phone. I was telling him the story about E2 as well as my threesome experience since we haven’t had a chance to chat since that. Bad Boy was telling Kitty that his group at work was talking about online dating and safety compared to meeting someone in a bar and going home with them. Bad Boy has voiced his concern for Kitty’s safety on many many occasions and although I assured Bad Boy that my days of meeting strange men in hotel rooms for the first time was over, he made me promise to text him the name and phone number for anybody new that I did decide to meet.

No sooner did I make the promise, Kitty came across a new potential playmate on Ashley Madison. He claimed to be a principal of a local high school. This intrigued Kitty. How many of us fantasized about fucking our high school principals??? Well Kitty sure as hell did!! So Principal Skinner (Thanks Blogging Bestie for helping to give him a blog name) caught Kitty’s attention right off the bat and it took him no time at all to send Kitty the most beautiful picture of his huge rock hard cock. The sight of it made Kitty’s mouth water not to mention my pussy.

He wanted to meet desperately for a drink and Kitty knew that meant a blow job in his car. Fool Kitty once… So…yes…it was Kitty’s recommendation to meet at a hotel. E2 left Kitty wanting more. He left me empty. Principal Skinner assured Kitty he could not meet me over the long weekend as he had a house full of company for the holiday. 

Kitty, preparing for my own company and festivities let the subject lie.

Saturday morning I got a text from him asking where I would be in the afternoon. He was out of the house for a meeting and could get a room for us. Kitty faced with the decision to blow off housework for the sexual satisfaction I had been craving since the week before accepted Principal Skinner’s invitation and met him at the hotel not before texting Bad Boy as promised his first name and phone number. “Tags too”, Bad Boy texted back but before I was able to text them Principal Skinner was standing at my car door ready to escort me to the room.

He stood at least 6 foot 4 inches and a good 225 pounds. He towered over Kitty and although his face bared a striking resemblance to XXX he frightened me just a little bit. It was at that moment that I swore to myself I wouldn’t be doing this again.

He led me to the room by my hand, closed the door and immediately began kissing Kitty. I began to remove my clothes and he watched me as I pulled my blouse over my head and pants down to my feet revealing my supple breasts and already moist pussy. Kitty reached down and could feel already that his cock was hard and it was huge. Kitty unbuttoned his shorts to expose his cock. “Well…get down on your knees and suck it,” He commanded.

Kitty followed Principal Skinner’s orders looking up at him as I sucked on whatever I could fit in my mouth. He was extremely patient with this as Kitty moved slowly preventing myself from choking. He grabbed my hair but did not force me which gave me the impression many women had been unable to fit his entire cock into their mouths.

“Get up on the bed and lay face down.”

 Kitty followed orders although I was turned on; I was also quite frightened at the same time. He began kissing the tops of my shoulders, licking then biting…biting HARD. All I could think of was that he was going to leave marks and maybe just maybe it wouldn’t matter once my body decomposed in the shallow grave that Bad Boy and I joked about on several occasions.

Kitty leaned into the pain at first but then quickly turned over when the pain turned to tickling. Principal Skinner threw my body around like a rag doll, fucking me in every position until he finally let me ride that huge cock of his. He sunk in deep and Kitty felt like cumming almost immediately as he said, “You like that big cock don’t you?”

“I like that big cock,” was all I could say as he moved his hips to the rhythm that I started. Kitty touched my nipples as I rode him then he cupped his hands over mine. Once again he said, “you like that big cock, don’t you?” And before I could agree, I let out a moan and scream, “I’m cumming!”

We continued to move together after Kitty’s first orgasm and I was sure I could and WOULD cum again. The beauty of Principal Skinner being so much taller than Kitty is that he was able to fuck Kitty is just about every position where as shorter men are sometimes unable to fuck Kitty doggie style for whatever reason. Considering this 

Kitty requested, “Fuck me doggie style.”

Principal Skinner picked his head up from between Kitty’s legs as he was giving Kitty some pretty decent oral at that point. He flipped me over again and easily slid his cock in from behind fucking Kitty harder and faster than I can ever remember. He paused for a moment, laid Kitty on my side then lay on his side with our legs intertwined then slowly fucked kitty until his face became flush and Kitty could tell he was cumming.

He immediately moved down once more between Kitty’s legs licking, and sucking Kitty’s clit for orgasm number 2. Kitty was pleased. “So are you going to tell me your REAL name now?” He asked as we lay drained. 

In an effort to be playful Kitty said, “No” at first then got up out of bed and handed him my business card. He didn’t look at it. He just slipped it into his wallet.

We chatted for a few more moments. He was spooning Kitty from behind which is Kitty’s all time post orgasm position. We both said we needed to go and then he rubbed up against Kitty, instantaneously got hard as Kitty got wet, climbed on top of Kitty. He threw my legs over his broad shoulders and fucked me missionary style until I screamed with pleasure and he came for his second time.

There was no time to recover after that. Kitty and Principal Skinner both had to get going. He jumped in the shower quickly to wash off the afternoon’s sex as Kitty slipped back into my clothes.

As we left Kitty texted Bad Boy that I was safe and swore to myself that I would never do that again.

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.

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.

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 ;)

Uptight Cunts

Okay something has come to Kitty's attention. Something that must be addressed PRONTO!!!

One of Kitty's blogging besties just told me about a situation. It seems that he was interviewing candidates from Ashley Madison for his latest conquest. Suffice it to say that Kitty loves hearing stories about the interview process and of course I have been known to share a few of my own. So my bestie was zeroing in on one particular candidate. He sent me a photo of her. She looked cute...a little trashy but definitely fuckable.

Later last night my bestie began texting me about how high maintenance she is and how she was offended by something he asked her. Turns out she was telling bestie that she was on her way to a spa or something. Somewhere in the conversation bestie asked subtly if she was going to have her kitty waxed. Now Kitty read the text exchange and in my bestie's defense he was asking in a playful manner. To make a long story short the tight ass, high maintenance chick flew off the handle and bitch slapped poor bestie via text.

What Kitty is trying to say here is that those of us on Ashley Madison are there for a reason and none of us are any better than any body else on there. That's actually one of the things I love about the website. So for this chick to think she is too good for someone to ask if her pussy is shaved is completely ridiculous!

The fun of Ashley Madison is getting something you don't get at home. From my experience men want the dirty, nasty animal fucking that their wives won't give them. They want dirty talk. They want us to say, "fuck, cock, pussy and CUNT". That's right! I said it! CUNT! CUNT! CUNT!

Men want to fuck us in the ass and they want us to swallow their cum. They want us to lap it up and they want to see it dripping from our lips as we smile our cheshire cat smiles.

And to be honest Kitty LOVES all that too! Kitty LOVES pleasing her men. You all know that but if the tight ass bitch who gets insulted by bestie's playful banter gets offended because she wants to be "respected"...well all Kitty has to say is, "Yeah, good luck with that you dumb tight ass CUNT!"

Yes, Kitty has had a bit too much caffeine today but I think you get my point ;)

It’s All a Big Scam

Long before Auditor Guy and I became acquainted, Kitty signed up for a few online dating sites. I thought at least I would get some good writing material. Before you sign up for the sites they have photos of these gorgeous people. Of course the photos for me were of gorgeous men supposedly over the age of 50. No sooner did my credit card swipe did these gorgeous men get replaced by the real men over 50 who are not necessarily unattractive but DAMN are they particular. Most if not all pass up Kitty once they see my photos. Yes, I have been told my photos are not the greatest but these are quite frankly the only photos that I have and they are recent. Some of these men are either lying about their age or posting photos that are 20 years old.

 

That is neither here nor there. Basically I learned immediately that these sites unfortunately are a breeding ground for I DON’T KNOW WHAT!!! I realized almost right away that I wasn’t going to meet anybody of quality which is fine. I am lucky enough to meet people all day long. Hell, look at Auditor Guy!!

 

As the end of my memberships to these sites SLOWLY comes to an end the thing that is REALLY getting to me is the number of SCAMS!! I mean JEEZ-US!!

 

Now keep in mind Kitty was on Ashley Madison. I know there were some scams directed at men on that site but basically the men I came across with the exception of one in particular were pretty truthful.

 

The scams on the “Legitimate” sites like Match.com, Ourtime and JDate are plentiful. They range from men trying to swindle money out of desperate lonely women to in my case hacking into my account and completely hijacking my profile.

 

So what’s got my panties in a bunch today? Well, I received a message this morning from a former Ashley Madison acquaintance. He apparently contacted me on one of the vanilla sites. He did not post pictures obviously or I would have recognized him. He obviously did not list “married” as his status. When I asked him why he said “Because that wasn’t one of the choices.”…um…yeah because those sites are for SINGLES who want to meet OTHER SINGLES!!!

 

I apologize for my rant but is NOTHING sacred????

 

Secret Blog

The other day I asked Ben if he thought I should hold off on telling men on Ashley Madison about my blog. I asked him matter of factly. He said he thought so. He said it makes me sound like I fuck any guy that I meet when in reality I am looking for that one special friend.

Ben and I talk about that a lot. It’s funny because I notice a pattern on Ashley Madison with the men I meet. The first crop of men were big chatters. They all liked chatting on yahoo. Kitty is not much of chatter and Angry Guy gets suspicious when I am at my computer typing away all night so I had to cut back on the chatting. These men were also not into using full names. It was only recently 7 months after we fucked that I told G my real name and even then it was just my first name and even then he didn’t care one way or another.

That first group of guys was really turned on by my blog too…well most of them. My reason behind offering up my blog right off the bat on Ashley Madison is because I think it gives a great insight as to who I am really, what I have been through, what I like in the bedroom, my humor, and I had always thought it gave a great perspective of my personality on the whole. It should convey the fact that I can be a dirty little slut but I am also sensitive and loving.

Other groups of men at one point came clean with their real names and cell phone numbers right off the bat. Now, Kitty is no threat to these men but JEEZ-US! To me your name and your cell phone number are all a girl needs to take you down. Once again Kitty is no threat but the more I hear about other women…

So this latest group of men seemed to be REALLY turned off by Kitty’s blog. That’s no biggie really. I just feel as though it’s an important part of my secret life and anybody who is part of my life should be aware of it and enjoy it if they do.

The other day two men messaged me. One was terribly cute in his pictures and I had seen that he viewed my profile several times before over the past few months. I of course was pulling my hair out at work when he finally initiated by email. I gave him my naughty kitty email address and directed him to my blog. Another man that day who seemed to be much older and perhaps one of those men who say he is 54 but is really more like 74 also contacted me that day. I told him that I like to focus on one playmate at a time and quite frankly I am still rooting for T-Bone. I forget what this guy said but he emailed me back some comment about having them both and it just made me smile so again I directed him to my blog. Well don’t you know I haven’t heard from either of them since?

Maybe Kitty is too boldly honest. Maybe they were afraid I’d write about them. Maybe it was because it was the day Kitty wrote about “Fun Kitty Is DEAD…”

Either way, it’s just interesting how the trends change.

The Payoff?

I have always maintained that one of the main reasons that I became involved with Ashley Madison was to develop a “tough skin”. I also hoped to gain a greater insight into men and how they think. Sure, I wanted this information for personal reasons but I also thought that it would potentially help me at work.

So the other day on a whim Big Cheese decided he wanted to take me out to a new client with him. Now without getting into too much detail Big Cheese’s clients aren’t exactly the most scrupulous characters. In fact the whole basis for Big Cheese’s practice is to keep these deadbeats out of prison.

So before going in to meet the new client we had to stop by one of Big Cheese’s other clients’ offices. Now this guy can only be described as a Joe Pesci type only not with that quality that makes Joe Pesci endearing. This guy makes Kitty’s skin crawl and Big Cheese not only knows this but he is amused by it. This JP jerk talks to women in general and Kitty specifically like I am mentally retarded. I assure you that I have far more breeding and far more education than this jerk. The funny thing is that although I do sort of cop an attitude with this jerk I have managed to keep my cool. Yesterday when we were in his office I avoided direct eye contact by pretending to read documents but I could feel his eyes on me. He stood very close to me at certain points and I waited for him to touch me. Thankfully he didn’t. Now this guy is EXACTLY the kind of guy that hangs with hookers. One way I know this is because Big Cheese has told me and actually showed me receipts for local hotels and Victoria’s secret all in the same day. Hmmm. Call me Colombo but I think I know what’s going on here.

So, my point is that my recent tolerance for this jerk in my opinion stems from my experience with Ashley Madison. I am able to look at him a little more objectively. I look at men now as potential lovers. I think more like “I wonder if he has a big cock. I wonder if he would shut the fuck up if I agreed to fuck him.” You know that sort of thing.

After stopping into see the jerk who offered me a chocolate covered strawberry (which Big Cheese and I joked was probably laced with something) Big Cheese took me over to the new client’s office. This new client looked like a BABY dressed in Armani. There was something about him that was very slick but he was also very immature which Kitty attributes to his age. See, that’s EXACTLY why Kitty doesn’t go for younger men.

Anyway, I observed Baby Face. I listened to him speak. I watched his body language. In the car on the way back to the office Big Cheese asked what I thought. I told him I didn’t trust Baby Face. He asked why. I told Big Cheese it was a feeling I got. It was like the feeling I get when I can tell my kids are lying but in reality it was a feeling that I got after meeting one slick guy after another on Ashley Madison.

That part I kept to myself.

And With the Click of a Button…

Every now and then Kitty has an admirer. Sadly they come and go. Kitty is immune to it by now. That makes me sad. I used to really get wet over my admirers. Oh Ben, I know you are going to ask me if I get mildly damp or soaking wet. Well, there was a point where I got extremely wet and now I just wait for the day that they lose interest. I can see the signs now. Like I said, it makes me sad to be so cynical.

Recently I had what I thought was an admirer. He initiated contact. He read my blog and commented. Then we began communicating via email. We even met in person once. He emailed me after that and told me he was attracted to me and wanted to get to know me. He said he wanted to make me his "mistress". It figures that when I told him that I was attracted to him I never heard from him again. I figured he was busy. He travels a lot for work but still…I noticed that he logged onto Ashley Madison and Yahoo and yet weeks went by and I didn’t get any kind of email from him or any sign that he wanted to keep in touch.

Today I noticed that he left a message on yahoo for SOMEONE. I have no idea who but it was obviously some sort of signal. Of course I emailed Ben who jokingly said “there are many men who have proven to you that they are closely related to dogs or pigs”.

Then without even thinking I clicked that little “X” next to the “admirer’s” name on Yahoo and deleted him. Suddenly he was gone. Later I logged onto Ashley Madison and saw that he was logged on as well. So you have time to log onto Ashley Madison but you have no time to email Kitty? I clicked that little “X” next to his name on my Ashley Madison favorites list and with the click of a button he is gone from my life forever.

Don’t fuck with Naughty Kitty. I have no patience for nonsense.

Apple Strudel

Last week all of my playmates were travelling for work. That’s no problem aside for the fact that Kitty was frisky and really wanted to PLAY. But Kitty took this opportunity to enjoy work and home life a little bit. As you all know I am crazy busy at work so I was able to focus more and Angry Guy is much more at ease when I focus on him and being a “good Kitty” which basically entails sitting next to him on the couch after dinner while he watches a game on TV.

I have to admit that I enjoyed the few emails I did receive from F and T-Bone. T-Bone was also emailing me pictures. He got a new phone and takes pictures of EVERYTHING then sends them to me. At one point he sent me a picture of his dessert which was APPLE STRUDEL. T-BONE WHAT THE FUCK?!?!? I opened the picture and gained 5 pounds just looking at it!!!

Now T-Bone and I are all about “busting each other’s balls”. In local language that means we tease each other endlessly. So now I call T-Bone “Apple Strudel” affectionately of course.

When I sat down to write this blog post I wanted to talk about T-Bone and how he makes me feel. We have only been together once but we talk on the phone and text nearly every day. We talk about EVERYTHING and we laugh A LOT. That is exactly what turns Kitty on.

So after T-Bone’s (a.k.a Apple Strudel’s) trip we talked on the phone and he once again began telling me stories about how awful his wife has been behaving. Now as T-Bone’s new and loyal friend I am completely disgusted by the way she treats him and at this point really have to hold back from calling her all the names that I want to. I really have to learn how to deal with this aspect of our conversation. Kitty really has to stop thinking “well if I were your wife I would…” Kitty can’t do that…not with T-Bone…not with ANYBODY.

T-Bone once again asked me if I thought he was attractive. He asked if I thought his Ashley Madison profile and pictures are alluring. Now am I the only one who thinks this is a conflict of interest???

I tried to assure T-Bone that his pictures are fine and he is an attractive guy but what I am unable to get across to my friend and lover is that it is not his looks that totally turn Kitty on. What turns Kitty on about T-Bone is his personality at least his personality towards me. T-Bone is very thoughtful and attentive to Kitty. Kitty LOVES that. At one point he had to abruptly end our call then texted me that he was sorry and did not mean to be rude. He also made a comment like “I always try to make time for you”. OMG! He totally does!!! My T-Bone always ALWAYS makes time to talk to me even if he is at work himself.

I have said before that T-Bone has a certain way of making me feel hot and desirable even though Kitty knows other men don’t see it. Now I am not going to harp on this because I am not a boo hoo type of kitty but there is a sincerity about T-Bone that I just adore.

Last but not least I don’t know if the banter between T-Bone and Kitty turns him on but it sure turns me on. When I hear him say “here we go!” when I start to tease him, it just makes me smile. I know that he is smiling too. I think he is so used to being criticized by Mrs. T-Bone that my teasing is an innocent game. I hope he enjoys it because I sure do.

Yesterday was Friday. We generally don’t communicate on the weekends and I know he has a lot going on with the Mrs. This weekend. She was having a party last night for her girlfriends. T-Bone wanted me to crash her party. There was a point when I thought Mrs. T-Bone and I would be friends if I weren’t fucking her husband but now after some of the stories T-Bone tells me about her I think not.

Anyway T-Bone gave me the signal to call him on my way home from work. He was stuck in traffic. When he answered he said “What’s going on Baby?” I got goose bumps. That’s the first time he ever really called me “Baby” and whenever he shows any type of affection it makes my heart melt. We had a quick conversation as we both drove home. He told me about his weekend events and then his phone went dead or cut off but we were disconnected.

I hope T-Bone is okay. That’s the problem with prowling. There’s never a way to truly know.