Showing posts with label Vanilla Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vanilla Life. Show all posts

Monday, May 18, 2015

"Whole Lotta Love"

The weekend was jam packed with activity. Kitty had lots of vanilla errands to run and since I hadn’t heard from E2 I promised to take my kids to a movie and dinner. Sure enough mid afternoon on Saturday he texted, “What are you doing later?”
All the books and all Kitty’s vanilla friends say to tell him, “I’m going out with a friend.”  So I did. At the same time Kitty was texting a vanilla bestie who said, “It sounds like he’s trying to ask you out.”

WTF?!?!?!? Kitty just can’t win. So I told E2 I’d meet him afterwards. Although we hatched a plan, Kitty made the mistake I often make which is asking E2 how long it’s been…since he’s fucked. He said a few weeks. Why oh why does Kitty ask that question. The answer always seems to be the same and it always make’s Kitty feel bad. E2 asked Kitty, “What are you looking for?”

For the first time Kitty was able to describe what I am looking for. “I want to be someone’s #1. I’ve stood behind jobs, kids, wives and other girlfriends for years and now it’s my turn to be #1.” And while E2 said he understood, he assured Kitty that he was not looking for a girlfriend.

And Kitty being Kitty agreed to meet E2 at his place for a drink even though we want different things and even though I knew we would end up fucking.
E2 has a quaint little house on the water out in the country. It’s quite different from Kitty’s house at the beach. The view of the lake was incredible. E2 fixed Kitty a drink, turned on the classic rock channel on iTunes and we sat out on his deck talking for a few hours. He asked Kitty several times, “What do you think of this view?”
We talked about sex. We talked about work. We listed to Clapton, Pink Floyd and then…it was time for Kitty to leave.

“See, I kept my hands to myself,” E2 said “Maybe we can hang out again.” He stood up to give Kitty a hug…and then Kitty kissed E2…a gentle peck on the lips at first and then the kiss became deeper and more passionate. Kitty felt E2’s enormous bulge between us and I wanted him. E2 unbuttoned Kitty’s jeans and reached inside to rub my clit. Kitty reached in and felt his cock. It was quite possibly the biggest Kitty has ever seen.

“Let’s go inside,” Kitty said “Where do you want me?”

“On the Couch,” he answered. He turned off the lights and left the music blaring. 

Immediately I knew why he wanted to fuck on the couch…the view of the lake. E2 sat on the couch watching Kitty slowly take off my blouse. I slipped of my bra which E2 had unclipped out on the deck. He took off his shirt. Kitty slipped off my pants then knelt in front of E2 as he sat back. I pulled off his pants exposing his huge cock then slowly put it in my mouth trying to take in the entire thing. His hands gently rested on my head and I could hear him slightly say,”oh that feels good.” As the music pulsated. 

Kitty moved up and began to ride E2’s cock. His cock filled Kitty so much so that I could hardly move. He rubbed Kitty’s nipples sucking the right…then the left. The music was so loud. It was Robert Plant singing, “Whole Lotta Love.” Kitty was just about to tell E2 that I couldn’t come when he grabbed both of my nipples nibbling on each as I moved up and down on his cock to the rhythm of the music, “I’m gonna give you every inch of my love.” And then…as Kitty was nibbling E2’s ear, he was sucking my nipples, I was riding his cock and Robert Plant was screaming, “I’m gonna give you every inch of my love,” Kitty came and moaned in E2’s ear. He continued thrusting inside of Kitty and said, “How’s that pussy feel?” Kitty’s pussy felt pretty good but it was E2’s turn to cum. “Turn around,” he said. Kitty turned around and rode E2’s cock reverse cow girl. That’s when I saw it. That’s when I could see what got E2 off. As E2 fucked Kitty from behind, I could see the lake out of the window…the moon overhead. He was looking at it too.

I stood up for a moment, E2 stood up and I could hear him over the music say, “go down on me.” He stood facing the lake as I knelt in front of him trying once again to take in his entire cock. For the first time in a long time Kitty began to gag. E2 stroked his cock and held the head in Kitty’s mouth. Kitty sucked and licked until I felt the sweet taste of cum in my mouth. E2 let out one last moan. Kitty stood and tried to kiss E2. He pulled away. He didn’t want to kiss Kitty with the taste of cum still in my mouth.

“It’s yours,” I said

“Don’t use your tongue,” he answered.

This struck me as funny. Kitty gave E2 one last kiss and snuck my tongue in his mouth. Kitty is very naughty.


I haven’t heard from E2 today. I didn’t expect to hear from him. I don’t expect to hear from him tomorrow either. I knew what I was doing. I’m not sure exactly why I fucked E2 knowing it would be the end. Maybe Kitty is weak. Maybe Kitty is lonely for the touch of a man…any man or maybe Kitty just wanted to share a good feeling with a man that I have grown to like if only for one night.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

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.