Complaint Department

The other day Kitty was texting with Tom Hagen. Apparently he reads Kitty’s blog pretty regularly. Tom Hagen voiced a complaint. He said too much time passes between Kitty’s posts. Well, I do apologize for that but in reality Kitty’s career does not permit time these days for play dates much less writing.

Having said that, today Kitty received several photos and videos from a former lover. At the same time Kitty was fantasizing about The Cowboy. Oh you know Kitty can’t give up completely on him. Just when I think all hope is lost, he says something or laughs at one of my jokes and my little Grinch heart goes pitter patter.

Kitty got to talk to The Cowboy a few times today regarding an issue that I am handling for him. Here and there Kitty would crack a joke and every now and then he would get the joke and chuckle. I get the impression that The Cowboy doesn’t always appreciate Kitty’s quick wit. Which is a shame because Kitty has been told that I am quite funny not to mention I give pretty good head. The Cowboy doesn't know what he is missing if you ask me.

At one point in the conversation today he was telling me about some sort of “semen rebate” that he gets (for the cows of course). Kitty asked how I can join the semen club. The Cowboy got that joke and sort of chuckled giving Kitty a glimmer of hope.

I confessed to my work bestie that I was fantasizing about fucking the Cowboy while he wears his cross necklace. Oh, I don’t know for sure that he has one but I just bet he does and there is something so dirty and sexy about the idea of riding his cock, looking down at his ecstasy filled face then at the sign of his religion. Don’t ask me why…it just makes Kitty wet.

Hump Day

Kitty is going through a rather challenging time lately. I think I read on Bader’s blog or Kat’s blog that it’s almost better not to have sex because after not having it for a long time and then having it, you remember what you have been missing and crave it more. I think that may be what happened to Kitty after my little tryst with Hammer the other day. After that I started thinking about the blog. I miss my blog and aside from not having any material to write about I have no time to write anymore. It makes me sad.

T-Bone has been texting Kitty a lot. Who knows why. I mean I KNOW why but Kitty has been pretty clear about not getting together with T-Bone. Regardless, he texts me and because I will always have a soft spot in my heart for T-Bone, I indulge him.

Today he was bored at work and Kitty was crazy busy. I was rather annoyed when he texted “Are you working?”

My reply was, “Yes. What the fuck do you think I do all day?”

T-Bone is relentless which is both endearing and aggravating so in an effort to torture him a little for a change and have some fun at the same time, I texted, “Don’t think about that time we met and you came on my face.” I could tell I was getting to him because he was texting things like “When are we getting together again? I want to fuck you so bad.”

Then Kitty texted, “Don’t think about fucking me hard from behind with me saying over and over ‘fuck me hard baby’.”

The problem with all of this was while I was clearly getting T-Bone worked into a frenzy, I was also getting myself all hot and bothered. To make matters worse, I had a sitter coming to the house and didn’t have to work late so would be able to fit a play date in should I find a suitable play mate. First I tried Hammer whose wife was out of town. He of course had something going on with the kids. DAMN!

I took a shot in the dark and texted Tom Hagen. Our conversation went kind of like this:

Kitty: You are not around tonight by any chance are you?

Tom Hagen: Around where??

I'm actually going to study for my CDL license

 Kitty: Lol red carpet in *****

Tom Hagen: Haha! Is this a proposition?

Kitty: Say no. I'm trying to talk myself out of it.

Proposition??? No no I was going to help you study

Tom Hagen: So what happened to needing someone more regular?

Kitty: Nothing happened I still feel that way but I am having a weak moment.

Talk me out of it. You have to study

And I am not at all prepared. I'd be coming from work. Not sexy at all

Tom Hagen: Is tonight the only free time you have?

Kitty: Sundays are my day off. Don't give in. Be strong and tell me no!!

Tom Hagen: I need you fully prepared!! Nothing less. Lol

You’re funny! So you don't want me to fill you with my hot cum? Lol

And fuck you hard!

Kitty: Lol well when you put it that way...

It would be hot to meet...fuck hard relieve some pressure then go home...don't you think?

Tom Hagen: Absolutely!!

Kitty: Ok that's not helping

You are supposed to belittle me and make me ashamed

This is not how a nice girl acts!!!

Tom Hagen: I think we are past the belittling and shame.

Nice girls need to get laid too

Kitty: Crap! You make a good point

Tom Hagen: So what are you in the mood for

Kitty: Don't even start! That's what got me in the pickle I'm in right now

Tom Hagen: And what did you do to get this way

Kitty: I would have to tell you in person

Or show you

Tom Hagen: Give me details. There won't be much talking when we meet. Lol

Kitty: Too much to type and I'm still at work

Tom Hagen: Make it short!

Kitty: I am under a lot of stress at work but am leaving regular time. Kids have a sitter. I have time, energy and am super horny

Tom Hagen: Tonight isn't good but can do Friday night or next Tues

Kitty: Ok

Tom Hagen: And don't go calling anyone on your list! Lol

Kitty: I am hoping to be settled and refocused shortly

If you only knew

Tom Hagen doesn’t know about Kitty’s blog. I wonder what he would think if he did.

Making Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Flunking The Test

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmmm I don’t see why not.”

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

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

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

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