Happy Holidays From Naughty Kitty

Happy holidays everybody!!! I hope your New Year is full of good health, happiness and lots of SEX! I am not sure what the heck is going on with Kitty but I have had terrible writer’s block. I have no inspiration to write whatsoever which makes Kitty so sad. Don’t get me wrong. That’s not to say that Kitty hasn’t been having a great year filled with good health, happiness and lots of sex myself…it’s just…I don’t know…I just haven’t been inspired to write about it.

It’s crazy. Kitty’s blogging buddy has been up to all sorts of shenanigans. He’s been meeting women on Tinder, Craigslist…you name it. He’s been having all sorts of couples swaps and threesomes. Kitty even tried at one point to gather his experience and maybe write another book but in all honesty Bill moves so fast and furious through these women that Kitty can’t keep up.

What’s been going on with Kitty, you ask. Well, Kitty’s vanilla life is quite busy and of course my busy season is approaching which is part of why I wanted to at least ramble a little bit online. I suppose I feel somewhat obligated to keep up my blog. I’m not sure about all of you but I used to feel a little cheated when a blog I enjoyed just ceased to exist. Kitty has no intention of doing that.

I am going to speak frankly about something. Kitty does not have many regrets in my life. In fact the few I have are menial. One regret I do have however is telling some of the men in my life about this blog. I’ll admit that when I told some of the men in my life about it I was either 1. Not sleeping with them at the time or 2. Trying to get their approval on some level. At any rate there have been times when I do not write trying to preserve the feelings of one of these men. Don’t get me wrong. That is not an excuse. Kitty is just trying to keep things real.

Which is why when Tom Hagen texted me the other day asking why I hadn’t updated my blog in quite some time I was unable to answer. Tom Hagen is a great example of one of the men I am talking about. Tom and Kitty well…we fucked…several years ago. Since then we text every now and again. It generally starts out playful then ends with Kitty saying something that offends Tom and he cuts off communication…until we start again. I think one of the things that offended Tom is that he reads my blog. He sees that Kitty has a threesome then immediately assumes Kitty would participate in a threesome or gang bang with him and his little buddies. Oh Tom, don’t be offended. 

You are not the only one who thinks this way. Esq2 has the same attitude. I think the issue is that the days of Kitty fucking some random guy that she has never met before is over at least for now. That threesome was an organic occurrence between Esq. and Kitty and Esq.’s very best friend. There was a trust there that for whatever reason sunk in with Kitty. It wasn’t just a random spontaneous thing.

Okay, I am sorry for the rambling and Tom Hagen, if you are reading this, I do not mean to offend you.

I do have to say that I received a text this week that I have not been able to get out of my head. It was a very simple text. It read:

“Good Morning. I was feeling really good last night…Relaxing with a smile on my face and a very hard cock. I think my dick was trying to tell me something. I love making love to you and I think we are just beginning to learn what we really want…” 

The text in its entirety lends itself to planning the future. Not a future as a monogamous couple. A future of sex with one another. Not to mention the fact that Kitty is surrounded by people who make it quite clear that there is absolutely nothing worth loving about Kitty. So for anybody to show any “love” for any parts of Kitty…well…that is just heartwarming. But let’s face it, Kitty knows better. Kitty knows all too well that the endorphins wear off and we get back to our vanilla lives until the next time.

This text came the morning after a very warm night of fucking The Surfer. The Surfer and Kitty…well…we have something nice. The last time we fucked he said, “I like what we have.” Kitty agreed. He is a simple man and Kitty appreciates those simple statements and I agree with them. We have for lack of a better word “relationship” that seems free and easy. We float in and out of each other’s lives as our schedules and libidos permit.

To date The Surfer can make Kitty cum every single time. His tongue is like velvet on my clit and when we fuck we melt into one another effortlessly. We have something very nice and while Kitty cherishes the moments we have together, I am very well aware that each time we meet may be our last.

“I love making love to you”…don’t ask me why but that simple line just made Kitty’s holiday a little brighter.

Principal Skinner

The other day Bad Boy and Kitty were talking on the phone. I was telling him the story about E2 as well as my threesome experience since we haven’t had a chance to chat since that. Bad Boy was telling Kitty that his group at work was talking about online dating and safety compared to meeting someone in a bar and going home with them. Bad Boy has voiced his concern for Kitty’s safety on many many occasions and although I assured Bad Boy that my days of meeting strange men in hotel rooms for the first time was over, he made me promise to text him the name and phone number for anybody new that I did decide to meet.

No sooner did I make the promise, Kitty came across a new potential playmate on Ashley Madison. He claimed to be a principal of a local high school. This intrigued Kitty. How many of us fantasized about fucking our high school principals??? Well Kitty sure as hell did!! So Principal Skinner (Thanks Blogging Bestie for helping to give him a blog name) caught Kitty’s attention right off the bat and it took him no time at all to send Kitty the most beautiful picture of his huge rock hard cock. The sight of it made Kitty’s mouth water not to mention my pussy.

He wanted to meet desperately for a drink and Kitty knew that meant a blow job in his car. Fool Kitty once… So…yes…it was Kitty’s recommendation to meet at a hotel. E2 left Kitty wanting more. He left me empty. Principal Skinner assured Kitty he could not meet me over the long weekend as he had a house full of company for the holiday. 

Kitty, preparing for my own company and festivities let the subject lie.

Saturday morning I got a text from him asking where I would be in the afternoon. He was out of the house for a meeting and could get a room for us. Kitty faced with the decision to blow off housework for the sexual satisfaction I had been craving since the week before accepted Principal Skinner’s invitation and met him at the hotel not before texting Bad Boy as promised his first name and phone number. “Tags too”, Bad Boy texted back but before I was able to text them Principal Skinner was standing at my car door ready to escort me to the room.

He stood at least 6 foot 4 inches and a good 225 pounds. He towered over Kitty and although his face bared a striking resemblance to XXX he frightened me just a little bit. It was at that moment that I swore to myself I wouldn’t be doing this again.

He led me to the room by my hand, closed the door and immediately began kissing Kitty. I began to remove my clothes and he watched me as I pulled my blouse over my head and pants down to my feet revealing my supple breasts and already moist pussy. Kitty reached down and could feel already that his cock was hard and it was huge. Kitty unbuttoned his shorts to expose his cock. “Well…get down on your knees and suck it,” He commanded.

Kitty followed Principal Skinner’s orders looking up at him as I sucked on whatever I could fit in my mouth. He was extremely patient with this as Kitty moved slowly preventing myself from choking. He grabbed my hair but did not force me which gave me the impression many women had been unable to fit his entire cock into their mouths.

“Get up on the bed and lay face down.”

 Kitty followed orders although I was turned on; I was also quite frightened at the same time. He began kissing the tops of my shoulders, licking then biting…biting HARD. All I could think of was that he was going to leave marks and maybe just maybe it wouldn’t matter once my body decomposed in the shallow grave that Bad Boy and I joked about on several occasions.

Kitty leaned into the pain at first but then quickly turned over when the pain turned to tickling. Principal Skinner threw my body around like a rag doll, fucking me in every position until he finally let me ride that huge cock of his. He sunk in deep and Kitty felt like cumming almost immediately as he said, “You like that big cock don’t you?”

“I like that big cock,” was all I could say as he moved his hips to the rhythm that I started. Kitty touched my nipples as I rode him then he cupped his hands over mine. Once again he said, “you like that big cock, don’t you?” And before I could agree, I let out a moan and scream, “I’m cumming!”

We continued to move together after Kitty’s first orgasm and I was sure I could and WOULD cum again. The beauty of Principal Skinner being so much taller than Kitty is that he was able to fuck Kitty is just about every position where as shorter men are sometimes unable to fuck Kitty doggie style for whatever reason. Considering this 

Kitty requested, “Fuck me doggie style.”

Principal Skinner picked his head up from between Kitty’s legs as he was giving Kitty some pretty decent oral at that point. He flipped me over again and easily slid his cock in from behind fucking Kitty harder and faster than I can ever remember. He paused for a moment, laid Kitty on my side then lay on his side with our legs intertwined then slowly fucked kitty until his face became flush and Kitty could tell he was cumming.

He immediately moved down once more between Kitty’s legs licking, and sucking Kitty’s clit for orgasm number 2. Kitty was pleased. “So are you going to tell me your REAL name now?” He asked as we lay drained. 

In an effort to be playful Kitty said, “No” at first then got up out of bed and handed him my business card. He didn’t look at it. He just slipped it into his wallet.

We chatted for a few more moments. He was spooning Kitty from behind which is Kitty’s all time post orgasm position. We both said we needed to go and then he rubbed up against Kitty, instantaneously got hard as Kitty got wet, climbed on top of Kitty. He threw my legs over his broad shoulders and fucked me missionary style until I screamed with pleasure and he came for his second time.

There was no time to recover after that. Kitty and Principal Skinner both had to get going. He jumped in the shower quickly to wash off the afternoon’s sex as Kitty slipped back into my clothes.

As we left Kitty texted Bad Boy that I was safe and swore to myself that I would never do that again.

Back Seat

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Feast Or Famine

Kitty hasn’t written very much lately because I’ve been going through a drought of sorts or at least that’s what my blogging bestie calls it.  I saw the Travelling Salesman this past week and let Kitty just say that I absolutely adore him. We go to dinner. We have riveting conversation. We laugh. We drink. We eat. And then we go to his lavish casino hotel room and we fuck. There’s only one problem. As much as Kitty adores the Travelling Salesman and as wet as he makes Kitty, the Travelling Salesman just can’t make Kitty cum. In fact, Kitty hasn’t had a proper orgasm since December. Before that Kitty believes it was October. Not having an orgasm makes Kitty sad and even hornier.

Today fate stepped in…well…sort of. Kitty got a text from Esq. He’s been wanting to get together at his little love nest but we have just not been able to make it work. Today was the day. Esq. blew into town and Kitty met him. Yes, Kitty is still waiting for that threesome he promised but Kitty is being patient because after all, “Good things (and threesomes) come to those who wait.”

So the whole time Esq. and Kitty were fucking Kitty was listening in the hopes that Esq.’s friend would be hiding somewhere in the house and just join in. Don’t get me wrong. As I explained to my blogging bestie, Esq. is a total goober. He is tall and skinny and white as a ghost but at the same time he is very kind and considerate. This being our third time fucking was better in some ways and in the end Esq. has a very nice hard cock that feels so nice inside of Kitty and Kitty just can’t resist. Today Esq. came twice both times he came pretty quickly. That’s good in a way…right??? I mean it’s a compliment in a way to Kitty right? Well…Kitty is choosing to see it that way. The problem of course with that is that Kitty did not have enough time to cum and well…that’s just unacceptable.

The great thing about Kitty is that I am not too shy to ask for more so I did. Esq. fumbled about with his hands and in the end Kitty did finally cum with the aid of my hands, Esq. hands and the visual of Esq. fucking me from behind which he didn’t have the opportunity to do this time. I may request it specifically next time. For now Kitty is relaxed and ready for bed. Wishing you all wet dreams tonight ;)

Hellava Night Part 2

Kitty let the call go to voicemail then waited until I was in a private place to listen to the message. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe T-Bone when he said this might happen. It’s just that Kitty thinks his wife is bi-polar and will regret the call once she realizes shit’s getting real.

Once I got to my bedroom I listened to the message. Sure enough it was her voice. Much calmer than the first time she called me years ago and threatened to come after me if I ever went near her husband again.

This time her voice was steady and calm…almost human. She explained who she was and that I have her blessing to “text, call or even fuck” her husband.

Once I heard the message, I texted T-Bone “WTF?!” His reply was, “What? You told me to have her call you”.

He was right. He has been telling me for months that they agreed to open up their marriage and while Kitty believes him, I also know how fucking crazy his wife is. I truly believe that she agreed to it thinking that he would never find anybody…and yet he found Kitty three years ago to be exact.

Kitty can visualize the headlines when T-Bone’s bat shit crazy wife hunts me down with one of T-Bone’s weapons. As Kitty explained to T-Bone, I have fought too long and too hard for my freedom to be gunned down by his crazy ass wife.

And so we agreed that if she left a voice mail giving me her blessing, I would continue my relationship with T-Bone.

He and I had a brief conversation after that. We made a play date and he assured my safety once she goes off the deep end and so it begins…again…

Kitty’s blogging bestie is always telling Kitty, “They always come back.” Damn if he is not right!

Cloudy With a Chance of Threesomes

Were any of you wondering how Kitty’s threesome went last night???? Wouldn’t you know as soon as Kitty posted about it Esq. texted to tell me that Sidekick was traveling for work and would not be able to attend “this time”. I’m sure my disappointment was obvious but then Bestie Bill and I agreed that Kitty needed to drop the subject. We had a feeling that Esq. might be getting a little jealous and may have re thought sharing Kitty with Sidekick. First off there is no way Kitty can have any direct contact with Sidekick. Strange don’t you think? When Esq. explains it, it makes sense to a degree but COME ON GUYS!!!

So for the time being Kitty dropped the whole threesome issue but secretly hoped that Sidekick would be at Esq.’s vacation home waiting when Kitty arrived. “Text me when you get on the bridge” Esq. said. Kitty thought…”maybe just maybe”. When I got to the house I didn’t see Esq.’s car. Good sign. Maybe Sidekick drove.

Esq. greeted me at the door and explained that he had parked around the back leaving “The Queen’s” spot for Kitty. He welcomed me into the house. He had candles lit and music blaring. Just a side note, one of Kitty’s Raw Vegan friends informed me that candles are toxic. These were over powering as was the top 40 music. Kitty is not one to complain but the music had to go. Esq. turned the music down and Kitty encouraged him to come upstairs right away to get away from the candle fumes.

Kitty has to admit that this time around went much better than the first time with Esq. which was awkward. Although his personality can be a bit grating, Esq. has a really nice cock.

Kitty let Esq. take charge this time which was a welcome change although Kitty had been texting Esq. for the past few days EXACTLY what Kitty wanted. Really what Kitty wanted was to suck Sidekick’s cock while Esq. fucked me from behind but in the end Sidekick was just not there.

Esq. had mentioned that he had never done reverse cowgirl or “cowboy” as he said. OMG! I know RIGHT?!?! See, when Kitty hears things like this from a 50+ man I feel as though it is Kitty’s responsibility to give these men what their wives clearly have not!

So, yes, Kitty rode Esq.’s super nice cock both cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. Esq. threw a little doggie in there and for our second round Esq. went old school and fucked Kitty missionary.

We lay in bed chatting and Kitty let Esq. bring up the subject of Sidekick. “You will never have direct contact with him just so you know. Any and all contact will be through me,” Esq. informed Kitty.

This kind of sucked because Kitty and Bestie Bill were hoping Kitty could play with Sidekick alone as well as alongside Esq.

Esq. asked, “Do you think you would enjoy sucking his cock while I fuck you from behind?” Luckily the room had become dark at that point because the smile on Kitty’s face could not be stifled. In an effort to seem nonchalant Kitty said, “Sure, that sounds like a lot of fun. But don’t you think I should have some alone time with him first? I mean this is the first time he’s done anything like this and to start out with a threesome? It could potentially disastrous. Shouldn’t Kitty make sure Sidekick and I have the same great chemistry that you and I have?” Kitty can be super sly when I want to be.

Esq. replied, “Sure, I’ll watch. I’d like that.”

And so, even though Kitty’s threesome was postponed, it is not completely out of the question.

Kitty's First Threesome

I know…RIGHT?!?!?!?!?! Kitty was SO excited yesterday!! And Kitty’s blogging bestie Bill texted that he fell off his chair he was so excited for Kitty!!

Kitty has so much to catch you all up on but let’s start with the threesome which is tentatively scheduled for this Thursday.

Kitty hasn’t heard from Esq. in several weeks since our play date. In light of the fact that Kitty found Esq. personality annoying I just let it go. In addition Esq. is totally paranoid about texting and emailing anything naughty and that is pretty much the opposite of Kitty. I mean JEEZ-US! The guy is not running for office anytime soon so WTF?! And Kitty sure as hell isn’t going to get him into trouble.

So on our last play date after we both came Kitty and Esq. lay in bed chit chatting for a bit. Kitty asked Esq. how he got involved with Ashley Madison. Like Kitty, one of Esq.’s besties recommended he get on. Esq.’s bestie “Sidekick” is also super DUPER paranoid. He’s basically living vicariously through Esq. and in his case I can sort of understand. He works for a high security agency and can’t take any chances with any of the fucknut women on AM.

So Esq. and I lay talking a little about Sidekick and as off color as my vanilla friends may take this, Kitty suggested giving Kitty’s info to Sidekick. Esq. agreed that it wouldn’t be such a bad idea. His logic was that we would most likely be sleeping with other people and that at least he trusts his bestie. Umm….OKAY!!!

So weeks have gone by and Kitty has gotten the occasional cryptic text from Esq. about the weather and coming down to his vacation home etc. Kitty replied with snarky texts but really Kitty enjoys the occasional, “I can’t stop thinking about fucking you again,” text.

Well yesterday of all days Esq. began texting Kitty at work. He seemed a little more responsive. He asked what my week looked like and we settled on a tentative night for a play date. During our back and forth Kitty boldly asked, “What’s up with Sidekick?”

Esq., replied, “I was going to ask if he’s available and invite him along for a drink if that’s okay.”

Ummm WWWHHHHAAAATTTT?!?!?!?!?!?! Kitty knew there would be no drinking so was this Esq.’s way of introducing the threesome???

It took several texts from Kitty, “Is this a threesome you are talking about?” because Kitty wanted to be absolutely clear…I mean ABSOLUTELY!!

Kitty requested some pictures and forwarded them to my blogging bestie for confirmation that Sidekick is absolutely a cutie and when Esq. confirmed that yes in fact he and Sidekick had tossed the idea of a threesome around and would I be game Kitty said, “YES!”

Thankfully Esq.’s texting loosened up a little after that. He had to go into a meeting and once again dodged the naughty texting that Kitty so craved so Kitty texted a few scenarios for Esq. about how the threesome might work.

First, Kitty suggested playing with Sidekick one on one since Sidekick is a virgin as far as straying from his wife. Kitty thought that might put Sidekick at ease and then maybe Esq. could join in. Chances are there will be someone fucking Kitty from behind while Kitty sucks the other’s cock and then maybe they might switch. Kitty’s bestie Bill recommended the “Double Penetration” which Kitty is not opposed to but not sure if I can make that happen our first time. It seems a little ambitious but none the less if these guys can pull it off, Kitty is game. Bestie Bill also recommended Kitty get on my knees sucking Sidekick’s cock while holding Esq.’s in my hand and going back and forth. That is completely doable to Kitty.

Kitty asked Esq. what made him think Kitty would be up for that. Kitty must have an air about me or something but Esq. said we discussed it briefly in bed and although Kitty doesn’t remember, I was at one point hoping that Esq. would bring Sidekick along one day for a threesome play date.

Now keep in mind friends, this is still tentative. Last text from Esq. he couldn’t get a hold of Sidekick since he was traveling but the prospect of this threesome in the near future is as Bill says, “nothing cures a broken heart like a good old fashioned threesome.”

Surfer Dude Part II

He texted me the room number and the door was cracked open when I arrived at the hotel. He sat in a chair watching television. He stood up and we commented very briefly about how uncomfortable he was the day before out of fear of running into someone he knew. “But here we are and the door is closed,” he reminded me.

 

We began to kiss. Nice kiss. That is always a good sign. We moved very slowly, methodically almost like a dance. In fact, I think he pointed that out later. We slowly undressed each other as we continued kissing very gently. He was hard as I slipped his boxers down. This made Kitty so so happy. As an offering of appreciation Kitty knelt down and began to suck gently on the head of Sufer Dude’s cock. He sighed just a little bit.

 

“You are salty,” Kitty said with a smile on my face.

 

“I just got done surfing,” Surfer Dude answered.

 

Kitty had to smile. He was in fact the first Surfer I had ever been with and this was a sign he was hard core. He literally tasted like the ocean. Kitty being a Pisces has no problem with sucking ocean cock. We lay on the bed playing, licking, kissing, sucking when Surfer Dude moved his face up to my face and said, “I know you want this.”

 

His hard cock rubbed up against my leg and I smiled knowing that he was referring to Freddie and how this is the one thing that Freddie is still working on and even though he is 13 years older than Freddie, Surfer Dude was able to put his long hard cock inside of Kitty’s pussy and thrust into me without losing his erection or without cumming too fast. Surfer makes the best moaning noises while he fucks Kitty. It is like music to Kitty’s ears. Again we dance together joined together. Kitty rolls on top of Surfer Dude and begins to ride his cock. I think I may be able to cum in this position. It’s been so long…too long. Kitty wants to cum while riding Surfer Dude’s cock. We move, Kitty grinds and just as Kitty feels the orgasm I hear Surfer Dude say, “I’m cumming.”

 

So many thoughts are going through Kitty’s head at this point, “Damn that feels good! Fuck, I have a headache (because at some point I think I stopped breathing); I should have told him not to cum inside of me. Damn that feels good!”

 

Yes, it was not wise of Kitty and yes, Surfer did ask once the act was complete if it was okay to cum inside of me. Yes, Kitty asked that he not do it again and yes, Kitty told him I thought it would be okay as I slipped into the bathroom.”

 

Now is probably not a good time for Kitty to do a public service announcement on safe sex but as I explained to Surfer Dude, Kitty is in a weird place physically. Kitty is caught on the cusp of menopause so even though Kitty still gets my period I don’t really think I can get pregnant. Am I kidding myself? Yes. Am I going to freak out about this? No, there is no point and Kitty will deal with whatever I need to deal with and there will be no drama. Kitty is an adult and Kitty should have been upfront with Surfer Dude before we got into our games. This is Kitty’s responsibility and Kitty will deal with the repercussions and in the future Surfer Dude will not cum inside of Kitty.

 

Kitty and Surfer dude lay in bed and talked. We talked about Surfer Dude’s family. It sounds lovely and Kitty assured him that I would never want to hurt any of them. He told me about his latest lover before Kitty and her sad story. These stories…they make Kitty so grateful for my life and my blessings. Kitty is a financially independent woman, single mother and free. All Kitty wants at this point is a few stolen hours with the salty Surfer Dude whenever our schedule allows. We spoke briefly about the blog and my latest "Uptight Cunts" post.

 

As we chatted Surfer Dude touched Kitty. He rubbed me and gently kissed me. Much to Kitty’s surprise Surfer Dude began to get hard again. DAMN is Kitty a lucky Kitty. Sadly throughout our playtime Surfer Dude was getting texts from friends and family members wanting to catch the next swell. We became distracted although Surfer Dude managed to work his way down between Kitty’s legs. His tongue felt like silk on Kitty’s clit. Kitty jokingly told Surfer Dude he was offending me again referring to my latest blog post and Surfer Dude continued his offensive behavior which felt so good. Kitty can’t remember a man performing oral on me so perfectly the first time. His touch was not too soft and not too hard. It was absolutely perfect and Kitty’s lower body immediately relaxed and came one more time.

 

Sadly, time did not allow Kitty to do the same for Surfer Dude. He admitted to being somewhat distracted and a text from his wife concerned us both. Quickly we dressed and left the room.

 

Kitty was left with a terrible headache, the taste of the ocean in my mouth and a completely relaxed body after dancing with Surfer Dude.

 

Since I promised Surfer Dude I would never text him, Kitty had to put him out of my mind the next day. Later in the afternoon I received a text from Bill my blogging bestie asking if I had heard from Surfer Dude and if it bothered me. I told him that I did not expect to hear from Surfer and that I promised not to text him and that this arrangement did not bother me.

 

Later in the day, just before he left work I believe, I received a lovely text from Surfer Dude. It said, “Hey…Just wanted to say thanks for yesterday. Have a great weekend. Looking forward to next time. I’m thinking we have a lot of fun ahead of us.”

 

Surfer Dude, if you are reading this I want to say that I am looking forward to a lot of fun and dancing in the sheets with you too. You are a wonderful lover and Kitty had a wonderful time.

Surfer Dude

Meeting play mates and fucking them for the first time at a hotel room never gets boring for Kitty. Kitty and the Surfer Dude actually met several years ago. Wait...let me correct myself, we CORRESPONDED two years ago. Apparently I reached out to him on AM. We chatted on the phone. That much I remember. Oh and I told him about the blog. But as we all know life sometimes gets in the way. He got busy with work; Kitty was busy with work and just after our correspondence Kitty got divorced. Without realizing it Surfer Dude had been reading Kitty’s blog. So he knew all about Kitty’s divorce and all the other shenanigans that have been occurring over the past two years. He read recently that Kitty was back on AM and sure enough he found my profile and reached out to Kitty again.

 

So Kitty and Surfer finally met for coffee finally after 2 years. We were both a little nervous. Kitty was nervous over this extra weight I have been carrying lately. It bothers me and every day I work at eating right and every day I do well until the night time. Enough about that though. That’s Kitty’s personal demon that I have to deal with on my own…and I will.

 

Surfer was nervous for obvious reasons. We were out in the open not far from his hometown and he was concerned someone would recognize him. His eyes constantly scanned the outside parking lot as we were sitting outside in the courtyard. We spoke very generically not getting too deep into any one subject mostly just recounting the events of the past two years. It was an interview more or less although Surfer knew far more about Kitty from reading my blog than I could ever know about him and as he said, “I know I can trust you. You are about the only single woman I would ever consider seeing.”

 

Surfer Dude is right. Kitty has no intention of ruining anybody’s life/marriage/family. That’s not what Kitty is about and it never will be. Since Surfer Dude is a reader of Kitty’s blog he pointed out that Kitty not too long ago wrote, “No more married men.” And then Surfer Dude said, “And here we are.” His words along with the way he looked into my eyes made me wet.

 

Because Surfer was so on edge at our first meeting Kitty was not surprised not to hear from him at all the next day. Kitty had to assume that Surfer Dude had second thoughts and who is Kitty to question that. So Kitty went about my day thinking that things with Surfer Dude would go no further. Kitty had plans for the evening and when those plans were cancelled, without hesitating I texted Surfer, “Hey my plans for tonight changed. Would you want to get together?”

 

It wasn’t long before he texted back that his truck just got done at the shop and he’d “love to get together.” Kitty is wet.

 

Within minutes we had hatched a plan and then not too long after that Kitty was on my way to meet Surfer Dude for our first session of fucking.

 

Love Letters

There are women out there who are easily impressed by a man who writes a sentimental poem, note, love letter. They enjoy reading words like “love”, “Beautiful”, and “faithfully”. But then you have your girls like Kitty. I mean, don’t get me wrong, if there is a man out there that sincerely “LOVES” Kitty and wants to be “FAITHFUL” to Kitty and wants to pledge his undying affections to Kitty then…AWESOME but what’s even more awesome to Kitty and what gets Kitty SUPER wet is a sexy email.

Oh Kitty gets sexy emails here and there but the other day when Bill and Kitty were emailing back and forth; Bill sent Kitty the sexiest email I think I have EVER gotten.

Now a little quick reminder of who Bill is. Bill is an avid reader of Kitty’s blog. He contacted Kitty several weeks ago after I posted the blog about tight ass friends and Bill and Kitty have been email buddies ever since. Bill unfortunately lives clear across the world as far as Kitty is concerned so the likelihood of us ever fulfilling our fuck fantasy is practically non-existent but it never hurts a kitty to dream.

So during one of our email chats, Kitty posed the question to Bill: “How would YOU fuck Kitty if you were given the chance?”

Well within a few hours (Kitty and Bill DO work ya know!!!) Bill explained exactly how he would go about fucking Naughty Kitty and can I just say that Bill is a quick study. He has read my blog for years and clearly knows all the points that make Kitty wet. So Kitty is sharing Bill’s email. Tell me what you think…

Hmmmm... How would I fuck Kitty?

Well first of all, I would give Kitty lots of foreplay. Lots of kissing. Sucking Kitty's nipples as gentle or as hard as she would like. Fingering Kitty's pussy while I suck her nipples, because I know that's the ticket to getting her nice and wet. But Kitty probably is already wet knowing she's going to have herself a stiff hard cock to feast on. And maybe while Kitty's devouring my cock, I'll have her swing her ass around and enjoy a 69, sucking on her clit while my nose graces her slit.
Kitty wants to fuck by now, but Bill needs more pussy time... So he gets down on the floor and brings Kitty's wanting snatch right up to the edge of the bed, so he can comfortably kneel beside the bed and eat her cunt. Bill hopes Kitty can cum from that as not all women can, but he likes nothing more than a face full of pussy juice before he starts to fuck.

But before they fuck, Bill wants his cock sucked more. So he stands up, puts Kitty on her back and has her hang her head back off the edge. Because Bill loves a good mouth fuck. Fucking Kitty's throat as his balls crash up against her nose. Kitty would love a mouthful of Bill's tasty cum, but she knows better -- Bill would much rather cum deep inside Kitty's cunt.

And then its time. Bill knows Kitty loves it rough and from behind, but oh no, not yet. Since Bill's cock has never penetrated his fair Kitty, he wants to look into her eyes as he enters her for the first time. Seeing Kitty's reaction as he goes inside and then kissing her passionately, mixing the pussy juices on his lips with Bill's precum on hers. Bill hopes he can make Kitty cum this way, but if not, there's plenty of other ways he has in mind to fuck her. Bill likes it when Kitty goes cowgirl, as he can suck her nipples while she controls the pace ...Or if Kitty prefers, she can spin around into a reverse cowgirl, as Bill loves nothing more than the visual of Kitty's pussy lips bobbing up and down on Bill's cock.

So by now Kitty has hopefully enjoyed 3 or 4 or more orgasms. Now it’s Bill's turn ... And because Bill wants a knee-buckling, standing orgasm he hops off and stands next to the bed. Flipping Kitty over with her ass high in the air so he can give Kitty the rough pounding she so loves from behind ... And Bill positions himself so he can see himself fucking in the mirror. Because there's nothing more dirty, more raunchy, more filthy, than fucking Kitty like a dog in heat. And Bill loves to watch his ass in the mirror as he thrusts into Kitty, first slowly .. then hard and fast. And Bill especially loves it this way because his wife would never give it to him like this ... So nothing brings Bill more joy than a hard-core, lecherous, taboo-by-his-wife's definition doggie style fuck.

And with all those dirty thoughts in mind .. all those thoughts of fucking Kitty the way she deserves and loves to be fuck, Bill needs to cum. And he tells Kitty its time "I'm gonna cum, baby .. this is it ..." And with one loud, continuous growl he explodes .. spasm by glorious spasm .. filling Kitty's cunt with his delicious spunk... and slumping over Kitty's back in exhaustion.

I need a cigarette and I don't even smoke!!

All I have to say is, “So does Kitty, Bill. So does Kitty.”

 

Two in One Day

How many of us have fantasized about fucking two different people in one day? Kitty is raising her hand up HIGH!!!

 

Well one of Kitty’s new friends managed to pull off every man and woman’s fantasy. Okay okay…maybe not EVERY man and woman but certainly those who read THIS BLOG. Kitty’s new friend…well let’s just call him “Bill” achieved success. Bill and Kitty have a lot in common as far as what we enjoy sexually in fact we would probably have one hell of a fuck session if he didn’t live so damn far away…oh and ahem…he’s married. But there is nothing wrong with a kitty dreaming is there? So Bill is an avid reader of Kitty’s blog and you all KNOW that makes Kitty wet. Kitty and Bill have been emailing and texting all sorts of naughty things. We exchange stories, fantasies and all sorts of fun pictures. Today though Bill told Kitty a fascinating story. The story made Kitty so wet that I just have to share!

 

So here's how the two-lovers-in-one-day fantasy happened.   It all came about by accident and it was all part of a totally fucked up day. Stick with me here as I try to tell this story in a way that makes sense.

 

One fine August, the family and I had planned a summer vacation trip to Arizona to visit my retired in-laws.  We were all scheduled to fly out on a Thursday but for months leading up to the trip, my warped, deviant mind was trying to think up a way for me to get the family out there first so I could have at least one day at home to myself to fulfill what has always been a fantasy of mine – fuck a lover in my own home in front of the fireplace.  The lover part was easy – being an Ashley Madison power user, I had been seeing Marney for about 3 months and enjoying some seriously hot episodes of no-holds-barred hotel sex.  But you know as well as I, there’s no place like home. Now you’re probably saying to yourself “But Bill – right in your own home?  Isn’t anything sacred anymore?  That’s your wife’s space! Her domain! You’re lower than whale shit.”  Well excuse me, but if she won’t have sex with me anymore, then there ARE NO RULES and everything and everywhere is in play and on the table (including Marney, I hope). 

 

So my evil mind conjured up a way to take advantage of the circumstances and I manufactured a meeting at the office that I just had to be at on the day we were scheduled to leave. “Don’t you worry, sweetheart” I said to my wife – “There’s a flight into Phoenix first thing Friday morning. I’ll be out there the very next morning.” And she bought it hook, line and sinker. So my reservations were changed and now all of a sudden I was staring at a complete day/night alone in the house before I took off to join the family on Friday. Everything was falling neatly into place.

 

So the plan was this - I was going to drop the family off for their 7am flight to Phoenix, then I was going to pick Marney up at a local Target parking lot where she would leave her car, get in mine, and I would drive her to my house and pull in the attached garage to avoid detection by the snoopy neighbors.  

 

So Thursday morning comes and everyone hops in the car. Now all I have to do is get them to the airport and then it’s a full day of Fuck and Frolic. And on the way to the airport I get the text from Marney "I'm in the Target parking lot - ready when you are." It’s all coming off without a hitch. Smooth as creamery butter. So I drop them off at the airport and as I'm walking back to the parking lot I get the text that's going to send this day spiraling into a 50 shades of FUCKED UP!!!

 

It’s Donna.

 

Now who is Donna you might ask?  Ahhhhh Donna.  Donna was my first affair.  The first lover I ever met off Ashley Madison.  We carried on for about a year and then her husband’s job transferred her out of state.  We’d still kept in contact, but rarely.  And you’re probably saying to yourself “OK Bill – Donna was your first.  Now there’s Marney.  Exactly how many mistresses have you had?”  And I can humbly say that number would be 1 short of a dozen.  And now I’m sure there’s even more eye-rolling as you’re reading this and you’re probably cueing up Shania Twain’s ditty in your head -

 

“Okay. So you’re Tiger Woods.  That don’t impress me much.”

 

Back to Donna’s text.  And it’s says “I’m in town today for a conference that doesn’t start until 10.  Do you have time for coffee?”  And before I respond, the wheels start turning in my head.  Damn, I have Marney waiting for me in the Target parking lot, but this is DONNA we’re talking here.  She’s been gone for so long and she never gets to my town.  This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.  Now Donna has no idea my family has left on vacation, but I’m sure it won’t take much arm-twisting to get her back to my house.  But first I have to deal with Marney.  So I reply to Donna “Hi baby! Great to hear from you.  I’d love to see you. I’ll meet you at the Starbucks on XXXX, but give me 30 minutes.”  And she replies in the affirmative.

 

Now that gives me 30 minutes to stop and see Marney in the Target parking lot and tell her I've totally chickened out and I can't go through with bringing her back to the house as its too sacred and I think my wife suspects something is up and blah-blah-blah all kinds of other bullshit. So Marney is surprisingly good about it and heads out on her way to work. And I get to the Starbuck’s and there's Donna sitting in her car in the parking lot.   I pull up next to her, roll down my window and after our standard hello’s I say “As luck would have it, I happen to have an empty house right now.”  And she sees the twinkle in my eye and she lights up like a Christmas tree!!   You see Donna always had this edge to her – she always wanted to rub my wife’s nose in the fact that she was giving me all the raunchy, dirty sex my wife never did.  And she wanted nothing more than to fuck me in my house right where my wife lives her day-to-day.  So needless to say, Donna was wet before she even hopped in the passenger seat for the ride back to my house.

 

Now we don’t have a whole lot of time since Donna needs to be at the conference before 10, so as soon as the garage door closes shut and we get inside the house we start kissing wildly ... And tongues are tangling and spit is swapped and hands are roaming and cocks are hard and pussies are wet and before you know it, we're both naked on my leather couch.  But before I fuck her, I’ll be damned if I’m not going to eat that pussy.  I don’t give a fuck WHAT TIME the conference starts, but I’m sure as hell not passing up the opportunity to enjoy the finest tasting pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of eating.  So I dive right in and just like old times, as soon as I get that 2^nd finger inside massaging her G-spot while my tongue continues to work her clit, Donna explodes in orgasm and I have a face full of her delicious juices.  But obviously we’re not done yet. I pull myself up and while I love fucking doggie, this isn’t the time or the place.  I want to kiss Donna passionately with the taste of her own juices still on my lips, and gaze into her eyes as I’m sliding my now rock-hard cock inside her.  So I take her missionary.  Starting out slow and deliberate, but in no time I pick up the pace and I’m pounding the living shit out of her. And it isn't long before Donna’s writhing and moaning in orgasmic bliss and I've exploded my creamy load deep inside her...

 

Fantasy #1 - Fuck a lover in my own family room. On the leather couch. CHECK!!!!!!!!!

 

But little did I know my day had just begun.

 

So after a little post-fuck conversation, we get dressed and get out the door so I can take her back to her car at Starbuck’s so she can be on her way to the conference.  I offered a shower, but she declined as she wanted to carry the scent of our sex around with her all day.  That’s my Donna!  But before she speeds away she wanted to know if I’d like to grab a bite to eat with her after the conference and before she catches the flight home.  All on the company expense account, of course.  And I figured OK, I've already blown it with Marney, I've already fulfilled a fantasy, so I might as well get a free dinner with it.

 

So I spend the rest of my day packing for my trip the next day and then around 5 I head out to meet Donna at a sports bar downtown.  And here's where it gets interesting. While we’re having dinner and drinks, Marney is texting me "You sure we can't do this? I'd really like to see you. I really need a good fucking and I would love your tongue and face all over my cunt. I shaved my pussy and everything this morning”.  So I excuse myself to the men’s room and answer her texts, still playing up the “I really can't do this”, i.e., cold feet response, but I know damn well it won’t be long before my cock takes over my brain and sure enough I finally say "OK, I'll meet you in the Target parking lot at 9pm. See you there." So I make up an excuse for Donna "Yawwwwwwwwnnnnn baby  ... I'm really tired and I have a 7am flight (I really did!!).  I better get home and get some shut eye ..." And we part ways.

 

So I get to the Target lot by 9pm, pick Marney up, and it’s off to my house. And we pick up a couple bottles of wine, and before long all the lights in the house are out, the fireplace is roaring, and we're totally naked on that same leather couch where I just fucked Donna about 12 hours prior. And I have 70s classic rock blasting from the stereo as I've always wanted to get drunk, get naked and fuck to ELO. Don't ask me why!!! But there we were on the family room floor, a dark house, and I'm fucking her doggie to ELO's "You gotta Slowwww Down, Sweet Talkin' Woman .. You got me runnin' .. you got me searchin....." And I'm thrusting to the beat of the music and I have my glass of Pinot Grigot resting on her back as I'm fucking her. OK, it would be much manlier if I had a bottle of Guinness Stout balanced on her ass, but no -- it was a sissy glass of wine.

 

Fantasy #2 - Fuck two women who aren't my wife in one day. CHECK!!!!!!

 

So around midnight, I decide I better cum and get her out of the house as I do have to get up at 4:30am for the 7am flight. So I blow my load, then start getting anxious, almost pushing her out the door. Yeah I know -- I'm an asshole!! And she's getting dressed, collecting her shit and we do one last check to make sure she didn't leave anything behind, and I take her back to the parking lot and she'd be on her way home to hubby.

 

Wrong.

 

I get back home, climb in bed and my cell phone rings. Its 1am. It’s Marney. "I left my cell phone at your house". Oh yeah, then how are you calling me?? Well she says she's calling me on her personal cell, it’s the work cell she left in my house and she HAS to have it. So I tell her I'll look around and then bring it up to her in the parking lot. Well I look high and low and I can't find it anywhere. Not in the family room. Not in the bathroom. Not in the garage.  Nowhere. So I call and tell her that. But she won't take no for an answer. And by now she's hammered and crying because she'll get fired if she doesn't have that phone. And her husband by now I'm sure is wondering where the fuck she is. So I look again. And again. But nothing. And she keeps calling. And I hang up. And she calls again. And I yell at her I DON'T HAVE YOUR FUCKING PHONE!!! GO HOME!!!!! By this time it’s after 2am. Finally she gives up calling, and I get about 2 hours sleep.

 

So I get up at 4:30am, shower and start making my way to the airport. But first I take a swing by the Target  and SHE'S STILL THERE IN THE PARKING LOT AT 5:30AM!!!!!!! But hell no, I'm not stopping!!! I buzz right past her and think to myself "fuck her, if I stop she'll never let me get out of here". So I get to the airport and before too long I'm bound for Phoenix with a layover in Baltimore. And as I'm sitting there at the gate at BWI, I get a text. Its Marney. "I found my phone. It was wedged under the passenger seat.  And by the way, that was the hottest sex I’ve ever had in my fucking life!”

 

Yeah, me too.  Twice!!!