When Life Hands You Lemons

Kitty has been in such a rut lately. That’s a big reason behind all the nonsense with Ashley Madison. What is the expression? “An idle mind is the Devil’s playground”. When Kitty has nothing good to focus my attention on I can get into LOTS of trouble…obviously.

So, in an effort to put all this behind me and in an effort to make a bad situation good again I have decided to start a project. I have been picking all of my friend’s brains for ideas of what I should do. Quite a few of my friends recommended being a Madame. Today I also got a text telling me that two of my friends had decided that selling sex toys would be the perfect career for me. None of these people read my blog by the way so you can see that my Naughty Kitty personality oozes out even in real life. No, Naughty kitty is not one of those women who is stiff by day and loosey goosey party girl at night. In fact I think more people are surprised that I write when they read my blog than the fact that I write about explicit topics.

One of my friends suggested combining something I love with something I am good at. Maybe that’s where my friends got the Madame/sex toy idea.

Anyway this morning Kitty became so inspired that I may have to focus more of my efforts on this project for the time being and less on my blog. Now don’t go getting all sad. I will still be here and I will most definitely still be writing but I may repost some of my favorite posts from early on. I don’t want you all to think I am cheating or trying to get anything over on all of you. When my project is complete I assure you it will be worth it for all of us.

So now I have an entire team of creative as well as technical consultants who happen to also be my friends including Ben, a friend that I will from this point forward refer to as “Adonai” and XXX of course!

XXX and Ben have been my biggest supporters with this project. I trust their opinions explicitly and in XXX’s case he has volunteered to be my technical advisor and I can’t think of a better person than my valued friend and confidante, XXX.

I know this may seem boring to all of you compared to my normal reports from inside a hotel room but Kitty is trying to turn things around. Kitty is making lemonade out of the lemons that life has handed her lately.

Don’t be so quick to write me off. There may be some good stories to write about. Some may even be naughty.

Sunday

It’s been a while since I have felt the touch of a man, run my tongue over the head of a cock. After a period of time Kitty gets frisky. I get restless. I want to PLAY. Weekends are particularly rough for some reason. All my playmates are occupied with their families and have not time for Kitty.

Occasionally I’ll get a text from XXX or have a quick text conversation with The Client but they are generic and not at all sexual.

I can usually count on a Sunday morning correspondence with Ben who I have grown to adore in a cyber sexual sort of way. Feeling particularly frisky yesterday I emailed him:

If I lived closer I would wrap my lips around your swollen cock. I would suck firmly and move my head up and down slowly at first then I would pick up the pace and suck you harder to climax.

And when you recover, I would ride on top, and then you would roll me over and fuck me from behind until I moan in ecstasy.

I love your hands and your fingers all over me as well as inside rubbing that g- spot. God I can’t wait.

You cover my pussy with your whole hand, gently massaging. Feeling me opening wide, lips puffy, soft, and slippery. Occasionally you slip your middle finger slightly inside, and play with the entrance. And then you recoil for a moment, to lick some wetness off your fingers, slowly. I beg for you to get back to business. You return this time to slowly stroke my clit. I writhe, as this time you bring me to cum, and cum again...

I kiss you hungrily as you work me with your hand. My Pussy aches for your throbbing cock. I reach down to stroke you and rub the tip of your head over my clit...

You rise up on top, propped up on my elbows, as I stroke your throbbing cock against my clit, you are savoring the view of my voluptuous body, my pussy throbbing, calling for you, my black bush wet with your love juices. You let me play my wet hand stroking you. You pull away slightly, letting me stroke your hard on, playing with your head. And then you lean closer so that I can rub your cock and pleasure myself with my favorite toy...

And then you take over. ...

You roll me over, put me up on my knees -- my pussy, thighs, and ass covered in my own wetness. Or maybe you bend me over your Wedge, you take charge, get up on your knees, and fuck me hard hard hard from behind.

After you probe deep inside, you withdraw, tapping your cock head against my pussy lips. Hold my hips for control. Then just an inch inside, then you withdraw. And again. I push my sweet ass back, looking for Mr. Hardon, but you play coy, hard to get. "Fuck me!" I cry. I demand. And what are you but my master. And doesn’t a master have to please his slave? And doesn’t a slave have amazing power over her supposed master? You pull back. Slap slap slap on my wet cheeks. I wiggle my little ass in pleasure. And then you impale me on your cock. We cum together.