"Monday Morning You Sure Look Fine"

This morning I blew off the gym. The roads are icy. Kitty just got a new car and the first week out I slipped into a ditch. No harm done but now I’m a bit gun shy. So this morning I decided to take advantage of the quiet house and get some personal finance items taken care of. And then the email came…from him…cross country I am assuming which would make it approximately 2:00 am his time. The email said:

“Man, I need you…Bad”

Kitty immediately got wet. I tried to remember back to when we were last together…early fall. I kept thinking…I STILL think we had the perfect situation. He was bicoastal. The plan was for us to get together while he was here then go back to our lives when he returned home then three weeks or so later…but he never came back…or at least he never told me when he did. Kitty has no idea why he would come back and not let me know and in all honesty I do believe he is still home and that it is a coincidence that after hatching our well thought out plan, his contract completely changed.

At any rate Kitty’s Monday morning is looking bright.

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.

"Thanks for Sharing"

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

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

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

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

So the question remains, are we sex addicts?

Three Amigos

When I first started with Ashley Madison I have to say I met quite a few quality men. Some of them I met for coffee. Some of them I met for sex. Some I maintain relationships with because they are just so fucking COOL!

The other day I heard from three of them simultaneously. All three made me smile. The first was my “Celebrity” and no, I still have not figured out who the hell he is. I do know that he knows a hell of a lot about the local restaurants and I know that he is a writer. I am thinking maybe he writes for the big city newspaper. Damn! Anyway, he emails poetic emails that just make me feel adored. What can I say? He’s a WRITER!! He knows how to play with words to get to me.

I also got an email from Top Gun. I haven’t heard from him in ages. My heart skipped a beat when I saw his name pop up in my “inbox”. Top Gun has been going through some shit lately and we have been wanting to get together to talk. I have to say that for whatever reason one of his older emails ended up in my spam folder. WTF?! Top Gun is NOT SPAM!

Lastly of course I got a text from the Dodger. He’s a tough one. He drops out of site here and there. I never know if he is busy or if he is done with the little game that we play.  He said he wanted to talk. I asked if I could call him. FYI Kitty hates talking on the phone so for me to offer that up to Dodger is truly an offering. Dodger being Dodger was concerned about tracking calls and whatnot. I am beyond that at this point so I went ahead and called him. We had a nice talk. God, I wish I could pin that damn Dodger down! When it comes to Dodger you all know how I feel. At this point I would rather have the friendship that we have than fuck him and lose him. So I wait patiently for him to resurface. We have a nice conversation to catch up. He makes a joke about fucking in my car then we move on.

So what I am saying is that I have these three great guys. They float in and out of my life. We have an unspoken agreement not to become attached and so when I receive their emails or texts they are simply sweet little surprises.

They are my three amigos.

Mixed Messages

I have been giving off a lot of mixed messages lately. That goes against everything I believe typically. In my work life and my family life I am professional, “smart” and decisive. In my “secret life” as XXX calls it, I am just winging it which apparently is not my forte’.

So, I am sure Top Gun is reading this morning and waiting for me to write this so here it goes. He and I well, I am not sure why but we just cannot get in sync. While I think in the long run this could make for some amazing sex I just do not have the patience to deal with the back and forth banter right now.

I surely have my hands full with XXX. He and I are friends as well as lovers and so after we make love fuck we talk. He opens up to me just like he always has. It hurts now because I am deep into him but we press on because let’s face it XXX and I will never fall in love and have the fairy tale ending so I am steadfast that I want to be his friend. I comfort him with my pussy when he needs it and I listen to him mourn the loss of his marriage and the woman that he is still in love with. I listen and encourage him to date even though every date he tells me about is like a dagger to my heart.

So when Top Gun emailed me something about one of his women and being out to dinner which I picture as a romantic dinner I thought to myself “enough is enough”. I will be a sounding board for XXX but I will not take on another man who is in love with another woman that he cannot be with. For the record this is a total party killer.

And so, I am sorry Top Gun. I know I send out mixed messages but I am sure you will find another pussy to stick your dick into and I will be a distant memory.

If “Unsatisfied” is reading this, do I make you proud? Rule number 4, I believe.

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!