Cheerleader

Okay boys. If you thought this was going to be a post about a threesome with a bunch of blonde, busty cheerleaders you had better move on. You got it; this is another feel good post about me and XXX. We were working together yesterday. It was a tough one. Apparently he had a rough morning with his assistants so by the time I arrived the atmosphere was tense. In an effort to lighten the mood XXX had me tell a funny story to his assistants which was sexual in nature. Needless to say they did not laugh. XXX was extremely apologetic but I spent the rest of the afternoon quietly surfing the internet. At one point XXX walked by and saw that I was logged onto my Ashley Madison account. He smiled his devilish smile at me. So I took that as an invitation and went into his office to discuss the activity on Ashley Madison.

I told XXX that Dodger had commented that my photo on Ashley Madison did not do me justice. XXX had me log onto my account and he agreed. He said he would take a better picture of me. He said I am more beautiful in person and my picture makes me look like a Mennonite Grandmother. Yeah…XXX is a CHARMER isn’t he?!!?!

He also took a look at some of the prospects who have emailed me…one in particular. XXX is supportive of my Ashley Madison activity only because he knows me. He knows that Kitty is a good kitty and really just wants someone nice to play with. Unfortunately XXX is committed to wasting his life waiting for his wife to take him back so that he can live forever in a celibate state. So XXX is trying to be a supportive friend although I can see from the look in his eyes that he knows these men I am communicating with are TROUBLE…one in particular. XXX also knows that he is going to have to pick up the pieces just as he has been doing so I guess he wants to brace himself.

This afternoon I stopped by XXX’s office to say goodbye for the weekend. He was alone. We talked again about the Ashley Madison situation and what kitty is looking for in a playmate. I told XXX that I am looking for him without all the bullshit that we had. Once again the subject turned to our affair. Once again I assured him that what happened between us was for the best. He has fond memories of our affair and at times I do too. He had tears in his eyes as we were talking about it. I never saw that from him before. I told him that I went back to read some of my blog posts from back then (September/October 2011). I reminded him that although the sex was good afterwards he spent our time together whining about how he wanted Angry Guy to give me the attention I deserve. I told him that wasn’t sexy. We joked a little about oral sex. I made the mistake of telling him that oral is not his “strong suit”. He feigned taking offense to my remark. I explained that G spoiled me by giving me absolute perfect oral. XXX asked what G did that made it perfect so I tried to explain it.

You are now asking, “What’s your point Kitty?” Well, the whole time we were having this conversation XXX was totally stroking my ego. He insisted our love affair was wonderful and that he didn’t want to end it yadda yadda. He asked me what he should do about his situation with his wife. I told him to go back to her and have an affair with me. To which his response was.

“Kitty, people got hurt last time. I’m not going to do that again. I know you SAID you weren’t hurt but…” It was at that point that I realized this man really knows me. He is absolutely right. I was devastated at the end of our affair. I did love XXX. I DO love XXX. We both agree that we can’t be together. We both agree that his wife’s mood swings will drag us down and I agree with XXX that I can’t be part of that.

This man is my friend, my supporter and he is my biggest cheerleader and since he can’t fulfill my needs, he is going to do what he can to help me find someone who can.

One of my special new friends on Ashley Madison emailed me that he wanted to be “the new XXX with a different handle”. My new special friend has got some pretty big shoes to fill but nobody wants him to succeed more than me.

Lunch Date

Today was a particularly hectic day. I worked a long day and half way through Big Cheese got some bad news. A close family relative of his died very suddenly. We were both preoccupied. I had a surprise lunch invitation from T-Bone to one of my favorite lunch places. Now let me tell you that although I have had many lunch invitations BEFORE I have fucked any of these men I have NEVER had a lunch invitation afterwards. It felt REALLY nice. The only problem is that Angry Guy was off from work and I make a point of never meeting playmates on his days off. I figured if we ran into anybody I knew I would introduce T-Bone as a friend and/or client.

I don’t know why but I feel completely at ease with T-Bone in public and private. We met in the restaurant and kissed on the cheek. We sat and ate and talked like old friends. We talk on the phone just about every day now. T-Bone makes me laugh. I think we make each other laugh. I hope we do.  After lunch T-Bone walked me to my car and we pecked on the lips and he said “mmmm”. I love that.  T-Bone makes me feel hot even though I know I’m not. He inspires me to BE hot.

When I got back to the office I worked with Big Cheese for a few more hours. On my way out I stopped off at XXX’s office. He told me about how he is having a “date” with his wife and she has to decide whether to let him move back in the house or not. He was pessimistic and I was trying to be optimistic. I began to tell him about my lunch date with T-Bone. He agreed that it was nice and as he said “I’m glad to see one of these guys spend a little money on you.” To me it’s not the money that a man spends on me. To me the fact that T-Bone wanted to spend time with me even though we both knew the date would be platonic.

T-Bone and I have a tentative date set up for Monday. THAT date? That date will be FAR from platonic.

Ashley Madison Bully Guy

Kitty is being bullied today by one of the men I met on Ashley Madison. I am not going to disclose who this person was but SERIOUSLY…WHY ARE YOU BULLYING KITTY?!?!?!

I should have seen this coming actually. We had a few tenuous emails before our encounter and apparently this guy thinks Kitty is mean spirited. Really if Kitty were mean spirited I would have told him that I didn’t want to fuck him anymore because he couldn’t stay hard and just could not bring Kitty HOME. If I were mean I would have told him that his cum was bitter and his fingernails needed trimming. If I were mean I would have told him that his oral skills were lacking. But Kitty is not mean so I kept that all to myself…until now.

So after our encounter although I agreed to meet him again it was half hearted. In the meantime he started with the nasty emails and I took the opportunity to tell him “thanks but no thanks”.

We emailed some polite emails back and forth. His were passive/aggressive with phrases like “You probably have a new lover or 2, & working on others,” “I don’t email u because I feel u r no longer interested & I don’t bug people, who have no interest in hearing my bull. Luvya. Xoxo”, and “I also had a great time. I believe I had a much better time than u did.”

So finally this morning I received an email from him which said that the reason he was unable to please Kitty was because Kitty was “gamey”. I know…I know…now listen. Kitty’s feelings were hurt a little bit but in all honesty Kitty is very self conscious about how I smell and how I taste down there. Up until now I have never had a complaint. I have tasted myself and did not find my flavor particularly offensive so even though my ego was a little wounded I took his comment under advisement and made a mental note to research how other women freshen their vaginas. Up until this point Kitty always read that a healthy diet and lifestyle led to a perfectly fine smelling and tasting vagina.

So I emailed this bully back and this is what I wrote:

Good morning [Bully Guy]. No, I don't hate you. I assure you I clean that area meticulously particularly before an encounter. I will certainly look into more options. As far as you and I are concerned, let’s take this as a clear indicator that we simply don't have a sexual chemistry. Have a great day

Now Kitty thought that was a pretty benign email. I had no intention of being nasty in any way but I sort of wanted to just end the conversation and hopefully the email friendship. This is what I got in return:

Good morning [Kitty]. I did not send that email with a hidden message that we don't have a sexual chemistry. One cannot make such a decision on one encounter, as far as I'm concerned. Some people think they could make such a decision by looking at a lifeless photo. How silly. However you were able to make that judgment, & I respect your decision. I think u will admit that u made that decision long before I sent my last email. My email had nothing to do with your decision that we do not have sexual chemistry, and u r probably right in your assessment. I did not send that email to be hurtful or as a sour grapes email. I was truly trying to be helpful. I detect from your email u do not believe that, because your "no sexual chemistry" comment was a purposeful dig at me, but I have thick skin & can take it. I've had many many encounters & know what I bring to the table. No harm done. U have a fun happy day.

Okay, am I missing something here?

So I responded one last time:

[Bully Guy], no dig intended I am sorry if you took it that way

And then I received THIS:

If it was not an uncalled for dig, then why would my comments regarding your correctable gamey situation make it clear that there was no sexual chemistry? U were slamming me because I said something u did not want to hear. Actually u should have thanked me for bringing it to your attention, unless u believe it’s not true & I made it up for some unknown bullshit reason. If the situation were reversed I would have thanked u & corrected it for the future. I can play the fool, but I’m no fool. Sometimes it takes genius to play a fool. I don’t claim genius, but I did not fall off a turnip truck either.

To be completely honest here, my determination that we have no sexual chemistry had little to do with the actual encounter, it had nothing to do with age or physical appearance. It had EVERYTHING to do with him being an incredible ASSHOLE.

My question for all of you is WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?

Do They EVER Think About Kitty?

Last night XXX and I had a fairly long text conversation. I started it because he was due to go to that party with his “Cunt Wife” so I thought I would tease him a little bit. It turns out the party was earlier in the day and he was already at the bar by the time we started texting. I don’t know if he was drunk or not but if I didn’t know any better I’d think he was flirting with me. He wanted me to meet him for dinner. Okay…THAT’s not gonna happen! Then he invited me to breakfast this morning. I would have but I have a religious obligation with my kids.

I think XXX wanted to give me a pep talk. I was feeling let down. The entire day passed and I did not receive one text or email from any of my playmates. NOT ONE! Okay, that’s not fair. One playmate did email me just to let me know that he fucked his wife that morning and while Kitty loves a good fucking story I was not in the mood to discuss anybody but Kitty.

I asked XXX if he thought these men ever think about me. He assured me that they do but their family lives take priority…I’m thinking more like family lives, then professional lives…then any other friends or Ashley Madison hook-ups they are working on…then…

Don’t ask me why but my immediate instinct is to put my needs aside to please my partner then when I realize they don’t give two shits about my feelings I feel let down and a little resentful. This is exactly what happened with XXX and I could feel it beginning to happen with THE Client. He never once asked about me. He never once asked about my life…never once. Same with…well….ALL OF THEM!

XXX has to work really hard to bring himself back from a rant about his wife and then he will look at me and realize then say “enough about me. What’s going on in your life?” It is so FORCED…but at least he does it. I suppose that’s the most I can ask for. Hey, I am not a whiner and I am not going to spend my time whining about my home life because in reality I have it pretty good here. But Kitty needs love and attention too. Just an indication that one of my playmates gives two shits about how my day is going is all it takes. Ahhh it’s a vicious circle isn’t it?

Another Weird Day

Don’t ask me why but whenever Big Cheese is out of town things in the office become “WEIRD”. Today I actually planned to keep a low profile and work. I didn’t even write blog posts which is what I usually do. Can I just tell you that Kitty is SWAMPED with work and Big Cheese has been so distracted lately that it is just building up. My days have become all about putting out fires so I welcomed the break with Big Cheese out of the office today.

First the day started with my Little Latino Helper coming in. He was hanging around wanting to chit chat but Kitty was not focused. I had just posted something on Facebook. I asked him if he is on Facebook. He said “of course!” in his thick Latino accent. Then he pushed me aside and grabbed my computer keyboard and requested himself as a friend. I warned him that my Facebook can get a little “silly”. Oh yeah, Kitty isn’t just silly on my blog. I am silly pretty much 24/7 in some capacity. Hey, at least I am REAL…right???

So no sooner did my Little Latino Helper request himself as a friend on my Facebook but he accepts my friend request and proceeds to message me all morning. At which point I finally typed “GET TO WORK!” then logged off myself.

Next the cute attorney from down the hall stopped by. I can tell that he is ready for a long visit because he brought in a cup of coffee and sat himself down at the empty desk next to me. I had considered up to this point having T-Bone stop by for a visit and perhaps a quickie on my desk but then I realize it’s better if he stay put. Later of course T-Bone told me that I should have texted him and he would have come right over to fuck me on my desk. Ahhh….T-Bone….

So when the cute attorney down the hall finally got bored…well actually the phone started ringing off the hook and I had to answer it…he went back to his little office.

In the meantime XXX shot me an email with a professional question as well as a “How’s your life?” I answered both of his questions and told him that life is good leaving out details since Kitty is well aware now that my emails are being monitored on his end.

Sure enough 3 minutes later XXX shows up at my office door. Now let me tell you that XXX very rarely comes to MY office so that in itself was WEIRD. We talked quickly about his professional question. He was acting particularly strange. He was in a good mood…or at least I thought. He was walking around the office and straightening all the pictures. He kept peeking into Big Cheese’s office even though he could see that he was not there. He was jumpy…and flirty. WTF?!?!?

So I knew it was coming…the questions…about the men. I assumed he was in a good mood because he was going to move back with his wife but I guess not. He told me that she was still putting it off then began asking me about my playmates. I told him about how T-Bone makes me happy. Things are good. We have fun but things aren’t heavy. I don’t get hurt if he has to cancel a playdate. In fact yesterday he cancelled but surprised me by waiting for me in my parking lot in the morning to tell me in person. Kitty thought that was nice. I don’t get nervous if he doesn’t call or text. I don’t worry about our future or if we will see each other again. We fit. That’s the only way I can describe my friendship with T-Bone. I went through the other playmates one by one leaving the Ashley Madison Bully to the end. XXX was pretty upset about that whole thing. First he assured me that there is nothing wrong with the scent or flavor of my kitty then he said to block the bully. I assured him that the bully was gone for good and not going to be a problem. He came up from behind me and began rubbing my shoulders. I am not sure if he would have gone further if I gave him the go-ahead. I am finally in a good place…a GREAT place with XXX. I am not sure if I am willing to fuck it up again.

Then XXX started on this rant about how Angry Guy is “evil” and driving me to this “horrible way of life”. XXX was being completely ridiculous. I assured him over and over that I am content and happy. Angry Guy is fine. My play toys are all traveling for the next few weeks so I am taking the opportunity to focus on home life with Angry Guy. This is good for several reasons but one thing is for sure is both Angry Guy and I both relax a little bit and let our guards down so when T-Bone comes home hopefully we can visit again without any suspicion.

I doubt I was able to convince XXX that I am content. I do love him and I always will. If we were a couple, we would be unstoppable but we are not. We are friends and I want to keep it that way. After work I got a text from T-Bone to call him. I love those texts from T-Bone. We had our afternoon chat. We laughed as always. T-Bone is traveling abroad this week so he told me he would be emailing me. T-Bone was the only normal thing about this morning. If you knew T-Bone you would know just how funny that statement is.

Visitors

Visitors

The other day one of my new friends and potential lovers emailed me. It turned out he was working in the area and wanted to meet for coffee or lunch. I asked him where he would be and it turned out he had a client in my office building. Strange right? I thought about Kat’s blog where she wrote about one of her lovers showing up at work. My situation is different and I have no idea why. The men I communicate with are drama free which is good and bad. I had my doubts about T-Bone because his wife is a whack and he seems to have a bit of a temper but with me he is calm as a cucumber so we are good.

When I realize F would be so close and that Big Cheese would be out of the office I invited F to come to my office to meet. I know this is risky but I feel pretty safe in my little office. I am surrounded by a lot of great people who stop by from time to time especially when they know Big Cheese is out of the office just to check on me.

When the day arrived F arrived right on time. He had emailed me a photo in advance. He looked different in person but I was pleasantly surprised. I never know what to make of a picture and I told him this. I agreed to meet him solely based on some really sweet emails he sent me and some nice comments he made on my blog. You all know Kitty is a whore for a man who reads my blog and gets totally wet for a man who actually writes a COMMENT.

So F and I had a nice little visit in my office and I had to admit to him later that I was very attracted to him. One thing that F emailed me that caught my attention is that he loves that feeling that you get when you meet someone new and are creating a connection. Butterflies. I agree. Eventually those butterflies go away. This I know. But let’s see where this leads to. Like XXX always says “This may be ‘the one’”.

Squirting

Have you ever seen one of those pornos where the woman squirts cum like a man? Have you ever been with an actual woman who squirts? Well, let me start by saying that Kitty is not a squirter. That sort of makes me sad because yes, it makes it difficult for the men I fuck to tell that they have made me cum and although Kitty is quite a moaner in bed I am not one to shout “I’m CUMMING!”

I forget why but XXX and I were discussing squirting a few weeks ago. I may have asked him if his wife is a squirter because that’s the kind of shit that Kitty asks XXX. He assured me at the time that women don’t REALLY squirt. I said to him “what about the pornos?” XXX assured me that there was some sort of trick photography in those pornos.

Okay so Kitty is going along La-Dee-Da and I’m talking to my new special friend “Yo Philly Guy” who then tells me that his wife is a squirter. SHIT! Kitty can’t compete with that!!!

When Kitty told “Yo Philly Guy” that Kitty doesn’t squirt there was silence on the other end of the phone line. I asked “Yo Philly Guy” if he was disappointed. He said “no” but Kitty knows better.

Who knows, maybe “Yo Philly Guy” will do things for Kitty that leave my body with no other choice but to squirt. I can’t wait to find out.