He's Baaaacccckkkkk!!!

Today didn’t start off very well. Kitty’s trainer friend was being sort of an asshole this morning. Work is crazy. I had a long day then was supposed to go to the trainer’s house for a party. I was not happy about that but some of my other friends were counting on me so I pulled it together and got through the day.

T-Bone was due to come home and I hadn’t heard from him. I wasn’t really surprised because there is a big time difference and I knew that he’d be exhausted. I know I have said it over and over but there is something about T-Bone that makes me feel at ease. I don’t have that sense of urgency if I don’t hear from him. I love that about us. I know he’s around and I am here for him. We are both busy but each make time to text or speak even if it’s only for a few minutes. I knew he couldn’t text from where he was so I sent him a sexy little email. We haven’t done that since we started texting so I thought he’d enjoy it. I didn’t hear back from him but sure enough I got a text this afternoon that his plane just landed.

Is it bad that I smile when I get that text? First of all I worry about T-Bone’s safety when he is at work and in the air. Second it makes me feel good that he thinks about me and texts me right away. So we texted back and forth a little and he told me that he brought me some chocolates. Is he sweet or what? So I asked him of course if we could melt some down for our next play date. T-Bone being T-Bone made a smart ass comment that did not translate via text then luckily said of course we could melt some down and he’d lick it off my nipples. Now THAT’s more like it, T-Bone!

A little while later we spoke on the phone. He said he was carb loading because there was some chick who wants to marathon fuck him. I wonder who that could be. Anyway, T-Bone was in a good mood and that put me in a good mood.

Once the day was finally done I was able to sit at the computer and check my email. I will give you three guesses who emailed me…Oh you’ll never guess…G! G emailed me!! I was so shocked I couldn’t believe it! He asked me to email him if I was still interested. Hmmm...Let me think...is Kitty interested in contacting the best Ashley Madison hook-up EVER?!?!?! I emailed him back of course! That was just a few minutes ago. I know he’s been down south for work but that’s about it so I haven’t heard back but I can’t wait to hear what he’s been up to!

T-Bone is back and G is back!! Life is good.

The Whole Enchilada

Have you ever been in bed with someone who asked you if that was the best sex you ever had? What do you say if it is? What do you say if it ISN’T?

To me the amount of orgasms is definitely an indication, yes but there is more to it…for me at least. Like for instance, how are you treated before the encounter, during the encounter and then AFTER the encounter? For me it’s the WHOLE ENCHILADA.

I am not sure about you but I run the encounter over in my head several times once it is over. I do this for several reasons. First, if it really WAS good I imagine it as a masturbation scenario. If it wasn’t so good or if I never hear from the other person again I replay it in my head to try to figure out what went wrong. If it wasn’t good at all I completely let it go although I always manage to find SOMETHING good from the experience.

I also like to think about the positive reactions that I received and the things that the other person did for me that I would ask for again. Do any of you do that?

Oh and lastly I replay the encounter to see if there is anything worth writing about.

So having recently been asked the question “is this the best sex you have ever had?”  I began to ponder. The men I am with who have read my blog tend to compare themselves to G. G is the standard. G was my first encounter through AM. When I look back and think about G and re-read the posts about him I realize that our encounter was in fact the ultimate encounter.

We met, the sex was wonderful and afterwards G treated me with just enough respect to make me feel like I wasn’t a worthless piece of shit for fucking him without ever having met him. He didn’t make me feel fat or undesirable. He was sincere; he was complimentary and most important he made me feel safe.

The entire encounter from beginning to end was organic. There was little or no planning involved other than the time and place to meet. Second the sex was absolutely AMAZING from the way he spoke to me while he fucked me to the way that our bodies responded to each other in the most perfect way I can think of. I have never been with a man who has been able perform oral so perfectly the first time using just the right pressure at just the right time. I don’t know how he did it but he is truly a gifted lover.

Another thing was that he was in charge but not degrading or demeaning in any way. This is something that I am just appreciating for the first time. I would feel safe submitting to him in any way. He had asked me if we met again if I would have anal sex with him. At the time I was a virgin to this but still said “yes”. There was something in the way G communicated that made me feel sexy, submissive and respected all at the same time.

Now the next thing I am going to say is very difficult for me to express in words but for me there is something completely humiliating, degrading about meeting a strange man in a hotel room for nothing other than sex. And while, yes, it is degrading there is something very sexy and sensuous about it for me which is ultimately why I do it. I also have some major body image issues so getting naked in front of a strange man after years of rejection by the person that I lay naked next to night after night and am legally and contractually obligated to in addition to the different positions and acts that I willingly submit myself to in order to please the other party make me feel extremely vulnerable. Now having said that I do enjoy being submissive and I do enjoy pleasing my partner and up until very recently I was turned on by this act.

I understand that men are ego driven. I am always complimentary of my lover especially at the time but don’t I deserve some sort of praise as well?

Now this is where the difference between a lover like G and a lover that takes what he wants, humiliates me in bed and expects me to tell him that is the best sex I have ever had lies. It is a matter of treating me with a certain amount of respect after the encounter.

Yes, I understand that this is ironic. After all, my actions are far from respectful. If nothing else can you have respect for the fact that I have done something for you that your wife will not? Can you respect the fact that you can at least feel comfortable asking me to let you fuck me in the ass or cum all over my face and although some women may consider these things completely humiliating I am open minded enough to not only consider but will follow through with the act if for no other reason but to please you?

Ladies I am not sure if you agree but please feel free to comment. First of all if we are in a situation where we have agreed that we are going to meet once, fuck and never contact one another again that is one thing. I have been there and that works just fine for me as long as I know what to expect.

If on the other hand a man feeds me a bunch of bullshit about maintaining a relationship over time before the encounter and then just disappears or dumps me like trash after I have completely let my guard down and given myself over to him then that my friends can eliminate every single one of those orgasms that he had given me.

If he has me say things that are ego driven but humiliating to me for the sake of getting off that is all well and good but if he does this and then acts like I don’t exist once he gets what he wants without so much as a “Thank you” well, again that just leaves a bad taste in Kitty’s mouth.

That’s high school shit and believe me, I didn’t even have to deal with that in HIGHSCHOOL.

Now don’t get me wrong. I know shit happens and I know it may not be as good for them as it was for me and I can appreciate that but one thing I tell each and every one of my potential lovers is that I need for them to be upfront with me without any exceptions.

If you feel guilty about cheating on your wife, hey, I completely understand. If you found me so grotesque that you can’t bare the idea of seeing me again…well…okay I can handle that but how about using those brass balls that you had when it was time to fuck me from behind and email me. “Hey Kitty, I had a great time but it’s just not going to happen again.”

I am beginning to wonder if maybe this is the power trip for the man. Does he jerk off knowing that he tore me down and didn’t build me back up again?

I try to take something positive from each of my encounters and yes, I am trying to learn how men think and how they feel and one thing I have learned is to treat each and every one of these encounters as though it is the last no matter what he promises in the dark.

 I think that is when the sex is the best it can be…when it is just sex and nothing more.

So if you are one of my lovers and you have asked me the question “Am I the best you have ever had?” Think about how you ended our relationship chances are even YOU will admit that if you have to ask, the answer is probably “no”.

“What Are You Looking For?”

Men on AM are always asking me what I am looking for. I know they are referring to whether I am looking for a long-term affair or a one and done type of deal. I never know exactly how to answer that because in all honesty I have NO IDEA what I am looking for.

I think there are benefits to both. I love the thrill of a one and done. If I am prepared for it then sure. I was fully prepared for a one and done with G. Sure, I’d love to see him again but if I don’t at least we had that one amazing afternoon in bed.

Long term affairs are tricky for me. I can appreciate how wonderful they can be but I am the type of person who falls in love. We all know that.

So really the question men should ask me is “What makes you wet?” That’s a MUCH easier question for me to answer especially now after the AM experience.

It’s no secret that I have a little “daddy complex” so I like older men or at least men who act older. I like authoritative men. Now this is what is difficult to get across to men until they have fucked me. I like to be “directed” in bed. I like to be told what to do. I like to be somewhat submissive.

Now having said that, I am far from shy. I will tell a man what I want IF there is something specific I want. I am not a lie down and take it kind of gal either. I am an ACTIVE participant. I move and enjoy doing it. I like being on top and I also like being on the bottom. Oh, HELL, I LOVE it all!

Basically what I am trying to say is that I enjoy each man for himself. I love to observe and surrender myself to each different style of fucking.

I like intense sex like with XXX and I like gentle sex like with G.The thrill for me at this juncture is the unexpected.

Get Well Soon

I am missing G today. We haven’t chatted in a while. Oh, we email here and there but we just can’t seem to get together. I know the commute is too much for him and I know he is insanely busy at work but still, I miss him.

Our emails are not dirty, they are lovely, gentle and it’s odd because G is so against falling in love with each other and yet his words are so kind and romantic which is how I remember him in bed.

Tonight I got an email from him. He has the flu. His last email was sad although lovely just the same. Who knows if we will ever meet again. See, this is what “Unsatisfied” means when he says that I am not cut out for this life. I become attached too easily. All it takes are a few kind words and I am hooked.

I know G is not reading this but I hope he is feeling better soon.

What's In A Name?

Okay it started out as sort of a joke and now it is well...a JOKE! Generally on AM, at least in my experience, a man would start a conversation either by chat or by email. Somewhere in there they would ask my name. That whole thing with AM was such a whirlwind to me that I figured it would be safer just to use part of my sign on name so I told them my name was “Kitty”. Oh, they knew that wasn’t my REAL name but in the interest of a little sexy fun they all went along with it but gave up their names pretty freely.

G asked my name at the very beginning of our chatting but has never asked since. Funny, right?

 Or is it? Don’t get me wrong. I still think it is kind of sexy that he doesn’t know my name, where I live, work etc. It’s sort of sexy that he doesn’t care. Well, it’s sexy AND sleazy.

"XXX" on the other hand knows just about EVERYTHING there is to know about me. He may even know my freakin’ social security number. Oh wait! I don’t think he knows my middle name OR my maiden name so I stand corrected.  Anyway there is something to be said for both situations.

"XXX" knows me well. I feel safe with him. I trust him. He is kind and when he says my name in bed it sends chills up my spine. When I see him at work we both blush because we know that once it’s lunch-time it is playtime for us.

G knows little or nothing about me. I can be anybody I want to be in bed. I am completely uninhibited. I am a Naughty Kitty.

What the Hell is Going on Here?

I know it’s been a while since I have been “out there”,dating, fucking, whatever you want to call it. When I was dating I think monogamy was the trend, and then experimenting with lesbians became all the rage. Soon threesomes came about and now apparently ANAL pleasure is HERE!

Hey, I am not judging. BELIEVE ME! I am totally open to it thanks to G. Thank you again, G. Listen, we have to stop this because G’s ego is going to explode from all the praise I give him.

Anyway, I’ll admit that I was a little turned off when someone said they might want me to wear a strap-on for them. Again, I am not judging I just happen to like being the “woman” in bed for lack of a better description. I do not like dominating in any way and wearing the strap on would make me like a man wouldn’t it?

Well, that’s neither here nor there. My point is that I am not opposed to exploring the anal side of things and the more and more men I talk to the more I am realizing that not only do they enjoy giving anal sex but they enjoy their own assholes to be stimulated.

Again, NOT JUDGING here! I am happy for the heads up and I have to thank my bloggin’ buddy Kat for posting a blog which included a description of how she did it and drove a man wild. Well guess what? After reading that it made me actually want to TRY it.

What are your thoughts on this?

The Voice

This morning I woke up when I heard your voice. You were whispering in my ear. I immediately became wet. Your voice does that to me. It is gentle yet firm. I succumb to it. I do whatever you tell me to do.

When I open my eyes I realize it was just a dream so I close my eyes again. I slowly run my hands around my breasts. I imagine you touching them, licking them, sucking on my nipples ever so gently. Then I hear your voice again. You say “I am going to make love to you” as you draw your tongue down my stomach and toward my clit. My body begins to quiver and I am unable to stand.

You gently guide me toward the bed and place a pillow under my ass. Once again you begin to run your tongue along the folds of my cunt. I can barely breathe. I have received oral before but never from a stranger so perfectly.

I look at you and see that your cock is long and hard in your pants. I reach for it. I crave it. I want it deep inside me. You pull yourself away for a moment and in that voice you say, “Not yet…hiding just a little while longer.”

I want to cry I want it so badly but your teasing only makes me more wet. You begin to pull my legs up over your shoulders. I want your dick. This is it right? No, not yet. Your tongue and your fingers are working me. I have no idea what you are doing but it feels so good I won’t question.

Finally I reach for you again. You let me take off your underwear only to unwrap the beast that lies beneath. It is truly beautiful. The sight of your rock hard cock brings me to the verge of tears. Tears of joy. As much as I want it inside of me I want to taste it first. I take you in my mouth. Oh you taste good. I run my tongue along the head of your dick slowly. You feel so good in my mouth. I plunge deeper. I feel you at the back of my throat. I don’t care if I choke to death. I want to take you all in. I run my tongue up the edge of your shaft. I feel your fingers inside of me moving slowly yet rhythmically. I am deaf to your voice right now if you are speaking. I am in ecstasy.

You stick your fingers in my mouth and say “here, taste.” I want to suck your fingers. I want to suck your dick. I want to suck anything you put in front of me.

Finally I hear your voice. You say “climb on top”. I am overjoyed. I climb on top of you first rubbing the head of your cock on my clit. Now I am the tease. You tell me “put it in.” I draw you inside of me and it feels better than I imagined. I move slowly on top of you as I lean in to kiss you. You play with my breasts. You know exactly how I want to be touched without me saying a word. Are you reading my mind?

I look into your eyes. Are you feeling the same way I do? You say “I can fuck your tight little pussy all night.” I think “I want you to fuck me all night” but I can’t speak. That voice again leaves me paralyzed to speak.

You say “smile” and I try but all I can think about is how wonderful your cock feels moving in and out of me. I don’t want it to end.

At last you turn me over onto my back. I love having you on top of me as much as I love being on top of you. You feel nice in this position too. Your thrusting becomes stronger, harder, faster. Your kisses become stronger, harder, faster and then the final push. You push your lips hard into mine almost biting me a little bit but you don’t make a sound.

I want to hear you moan with pleasure. I want to hear your voice.

To Write or Not to Write

Having this blog is so much fun for me. First of all I get a lot of different views than my original blog. I have been getting a lot of interest from my friends at Ashley Madison.

The funny thing is that when I started my original blog which basically dealt with everyday crap or funny things that happened to me throughout the day, I’d be having a conversation with a friend and they would say “This isn’t going to be written up in your blog is it?”

Ironically when G and I were in bed he assumed that I would write about it and asked what I was going to write.

Today I received an email from D who emailed just to tell me how much he likes this blog. His original email said he likes the blog but would prefer not to be mentioned in it should we have an encounter.

My reaction to both G and D was the same. As with all my blogs I have respect for the other parties if there are any. I do not ever post pictures or mention names. If I fuck you and you request that I don’t write about it, I won’t write about it. G was my first so I felt the need but if he asked me not to I would have respected that and abided by his wishes.

Oh, so D’s original message said he didn’t want me to write about him. Then I receive another message from him changing his mind. He said he read my blog over and over and now he WANTS to fuck me and for me to write about it.

I am not sure what the turn on is? Do these guys think they will be famous? Do they like reading about how I enjoyed them fucking me? As you know just the fact that they READ my blog is a huge turn on for me.

 JEEZ-US! I am going to have to bring a freakin’ release form to all these hotel rooms and have them signed before I fuck any of these guys I think.

So, my answer to D about wanting to fuck me and for me to write about it? Um…OKAY!

Feelings

So since my AM hook-up there are all sorts of “FEELINGS” floating about. DAMN! I thought that was the whole point. Just fuck and not have feelings.

Well, I am not one of those people who can shit all over people and their feelings and move on. That’s just not my way and I hope for the same in return. Generally I don’t get it but part of this whole AM thing I am hoping will toughen me up a little bit.

So last night I was online contemplating leaving a yahoo message for G when another guy I met from AM started a chat. Let’s just call him “F” for now.

F and I had been chatting before G and me and apparently I began blowing F off right around when G and I met. This was all unintentional on my part. I am just reporting what F told me last night.

So he starts in with some filthy message. That’s fine I am unaffected by that but in all honesty his messages were redundant and beginning to bore me. So I very politely began to tell him about G and he began to freak out in a yahoo sort of way. You know like using a lot of capital letters and exclamation marks.

Bottom line is he was pissed that G got to me first. The thing I tried to explain to F was that G and I didn’t really plan on hooking up so quickly. We were supposed to meet for lunch first. F found that totally unbelievable.

He made me repeat the story over and over like he was working some sort of timeline in his head or something. He was asking me all sorts of personal questions about G which I didn’t answer of course.

I must really come off as an idiot to these guys or something.

Anyway F was pissed and let me know it. I felt bad about letting him down but when he messaged me I still had G’s scent all over me. I still tasted his cum in my mouth. Forgive me if I need a minute to re-group after an intense afternoon of sex!

I feel bad that I hurt F’s feelings. I would apologize here but F could never be bothered with reading my blog. If he is reading I want him to know that I didn’t want to lead him on. It wasn’t going to happen for us whether G was in the picture or not.

This whole business with “FEELINGS” is always so difficult for me.

AM Encounter with G

It was time to pull the trigger on this AM thing. “AM” by the way is lingo for “Ashley Madison”. I have to say that I am extremely impressed with the quantity (notice I did not say “quality”) of male suitors that have tried to contact me. I am not sure how G and I found each other but we began to chat in a matter of fact way on yahoo. Oh, here is another little AM insider secret, apparently AM charges to chat on their site among other things. I just realized this last night. I was wondering why all these men directed me to yahoo to chat. One of them made a comment about the paying thing.

Now aside from being horny I am also extremely frugal when it comes to paying for shit that I know is available for free.

So back to G. We actually began chatting as I was trying to collect information for the blog. Poor, sweet G hasn’t learned yet that just about every interesting thing I learn or do finds its way into one of my blogs eventually.

Don’t worry G. If you are reading this I will be kind.

So G like the rest of us is horny and not gettin’ any from his wife. What fascinated me about G was that he has been on AM for two months I think he said and already met 8 different women. Impressive right?

Am I missing something or at one point in a young woman’s life is that a turn off? Oh well, like I said in the interest of the blog lets press forward.

So G was telling me about the women he came across. Quite frankly I find it hard to believe that none of them appealed to him but he said they didn’t and based on some of the crazy men I have come across, I trust him.

At one point in our chat he said something about me being the only normal woman he’s chatted with. Now THAT’s saying something!

Then he asked me to lunch. Lunch is innocent…right?!?!?! So I agreed.

Okay so here is my issue and will probably always be my issue. My issue is TIME. How in the world do women get away for hours at a time for these encounters?

At one point G mentioned that if we hit it off we will have a “long lunch”. While that was an incredible turn on to me, the stress from trying to account for hours of my time nearly drove me to cancel but I pressed through.

As sleazy as it sounds I opted for skipping lunch and heading straight for “dessert”. That was G’s joke. I want to give him credit for it.

So our arrangement was to meet at a hotel and this is what happened:

We met, we fucked…end of story. No Sorry, just kidding. That was cruel wasn’t it?

Actually G established the room and texted me the number. I headed directly up once I got to the hotel. I made excellent time by the way and now feel incredibly guilty because G said it took him about an hour and 20 minutes to get there and well…it took me 20 minutes. Sorry again, G.

So G greeted me and introduced himself. Awkward for both of us. Then he started kissing me. Now I asked him if anybody told him he was a good kisser. He said he didn’t know. I am saying “YES” and I told him that. Good kissers are generally good in bed from my experience. Really I was taking a chance but I was glad when he started kissing me and I immediately started to get wet.

We started to undress each other and I could feel that he had an erection pretty much right away. Another turn on and G I forgot to mention that you have a BEAUTIFUL dick!

Once we got our clothes off he immediately went down on me. Can I tell you that this guy had talent? Hey, isn’t that the name of a television show? He knew just where to run his tongue and it felt amazing. All I could think was “Dude, what the fuck is wrong with your wife?!”

OH MY GOD! I totally forgot to mention that G had an accent! I LOVE accents!!! At first I couldn’t place it. Was it Russian? German? Turns out it was Greek/Lebanese. His voice ran right through me as well as his eyes. He had beautiful blue eyes and I looked directly into them whenever I could. He kept telling me to smile and all I kept thinking about was how good he felt and “What the fuck is wrong with your wife?!”

He kept asking me what I was thinking and I kept telling him that I wanted his dick inside of me in the worst way but he held off. It was a tease and a turn on but I wanted it. When he finally agreed it did in fact feel amazing. He made a comment about me being wet. Well DUH! Dude, you were doing all the right things to me!

Dude just kept flipping me from side to side. I got on top of him which by the end was determined to be our favorite position for the day.

I think the condom sort of spoiled it for him and I am regretting now not picking them up myself although I would have probably gotten the same kind.

We lay in bed after we both came…him once and me several times. I think he was questioning whether I came or not. G I CAME okay?!?! You were amazing what can I say!

It was surprisingly nice, lying in bed and chatting. He told me about his family and about his job. I told him about mine. I lay there thinking that I was comfortable, I liked this guy and was completely turned on by him.

At one point he said to me “So what are you going to write about this in your blog?” and I thought that was funny because that is pretty much what I was wondering myself.

I promised to be “kind” mainly because it was a wonderful experience for me and even though I told him I had fun I am not sure that he believed me so G if you are reading this I hope you believe me now.

Sadly the encounter had to end. It was several hours that I had stolen for myself and I enjoyed them entirely.

I asked G if he would be online tonight. He said probably not and started talking about sports only to come to the realization that he is a Yankees fan and I of course am a Phillies fan.

Oh, G and I was beginning to think the day was nearly perfect.

I wonder what G is thinking now.