Friday, June 29, 2012

Metamorphosis



I know you are all wondering what will become of my blog now that I am going to be “Single Kitty”. Really, don’t you people have anything else to worry about?!?!! Just kidding. I really DO appreciate all the friends I have made over the past year of writing this blog. And in all honesty I have been wondering where to take the blog as well.



Here’s the thing…I think deep down I will always ALWAYS be Naughty Kitty. And this will ALWAYS be a secret part of my life. Let’s face it, just because I am going to be single doesn’t mean I want all my family and friends to know what I have been up to.



So if it is alright with all of you, I would like to continue writing my blog. Oh, my posts may be more sporadic. My posts may not be as spicy or naughty for a while. But something tells me that this new life that I will be leading will be full of exciting, funny and hopefully sexy things to share so bear with me. Kitty is here to stay!

Thursday, June 28, 2012

One For the Road


The other night I lay in bed and in the middle of the night Angry Guy began to rub my back. This is his way of signaling that he wants sex. I couldn’t believe it! What the fuck…NOW YOU WANT SEX?!?!?!

I pulled away. It was the first time in nearly 20 years that I refused him. I know you are saying “why the hell are you still sleeping in the same bed?” Well, besides the fact that we have a small house with no extra beds or bedrooms, I figured we’ve slept together in the same bed for YEARS managing to avoid the temptation so why should things be any different now?

Last night was a different story. Angry Guy was in a relatively good mood except for the fact that he had a shitty day at work. For whatever reason I couldn’t sleep. Hammer and I were texting back and forth which is a rarity at night for us. Hammer of course managed to text something which got my juices flowing. Angry Guy came up to bed, we turned off the lights and again he began to rub my back. We had the typical conversation where I said “what are you doing?”

Angry Guy said “does this feel good?” I let him continue to rub my back for a few moments adding in here and there “this is NOT going to happen.”

He moved his hands down to my legs. It didn’t really affect me. I had lost that spark, that feeling that I used to get when he touches me. Then he said “feel this”. I refused knowing that he had begun to get hard. Finally he said again with emotion “FEEL THIS”.

I whispered, “this isn’t going to change anything.”

He whispered back, “I know. I’ll still move out. Feel this.” I reached around and sure enough his cock was harder than I ever remember. I had to admit that I was impressed. “suck my cock,” he said. I just want you to suck my cock.

It was at that point when I thought to myself, “what the hell?”

I moved down and began to suck his small but erect cock. He began to moan immediately. This was as turned on as I ever remember him being. I was somewhat turned on as well. His hands were grasping for me and he wasn’t sure what to do exactly. I thought “God, we’ve been together for almost 20 years and you still don’t know what I like.” I thought how impatient I have become and how I no longer have the patience to direct him when I have been with men over the past few months, specifically Hammer who know EXACTLY how to touch me, how to lick me and how to fuck me.

Within a few minutes he rolled me off of him and onto my back. I threw my legs over his shoulders and he began pumping away. Yes, I’ll admit, it felt good but it was quick and it was mechanical. I wasn’t trying to be cold I just simply wasn’t engaged, for the first time that I can remember.

After he came he began to move down. “I want to lick your pussy,” he said. The moment his tongue touched my clit I knew that this wasn’t going to work and I was too impatient after so many years to begin to instruct him. A few seconds in I said, “it’s okay, don’t worry about it.”

He didn’t seem disappointed. As we lay there we joked a little bit about how on earth I will ever be able to afford to buy him out of the house and I jokingly asked if I could pay him off with an occasional blow job. He laughed and asked me if I would come visit him at his apartment when he moves out. I asked if the idea of having an affair was a turn on and he admitted that it was.

We talked a little bit about how he had a shitty day at work. He said his boss yelled at him then apologized later. Angry Guy told me it is a management technique that his boss uses. He breaks people down then rebuilds the relationship later. Angry Guy and I both had to laugh because Angry Guy has admittedly taken on this philosophy at home. I told Angry Guy to tell his boss that his “soon to be ex wife thinks his technique SUCKS.” Angry Guy laughed and agreed.

This morning we moved about the house just as we always do. Angry Guy has a few appointments with realtors and I am working on refinancing our home.

Even though the sex for me was not good, the idea that soon I will have the freedom to be with whomever I want empowered me. If maintaining a sexual relationship will make Angry Guy feel better about our situation then I am fine with that. We both realize that even if we were to continue to have sex with one another it would be on occasion. No, we will not be one of those couples that gets divorced then realize what we are missing and re marry but I see nothing wrong with comforting a special friend on occasion and for now that’s what I intend to do.

Today Kitty is hoping I can have my cake and eat it too.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Single Kitty


I wonder sometimes if I sabotaged my marriage to get away from prowling. I mean let’s face it I wasn’t very good at it…or maybe I was TOO good. I finally found that special someone but then things at home became intolerable. I listened to my gut and things are starting to come together now.

Angry Guy has come to terms with things. He even made a comment about falling out of love with me long ago. He may have just said it to hurt me but I suspected this for years. Either way I am good with it. I don’t want to hurt him but this is all for the best.
Kitty is CLEARLY not cut out to be married and I have assured all of my friends and family that the third time is NOT a charm for me. I have decided to change my name back to my maiden name once again. My maiden name is rather ethnic and in all honesty it’s not just a name, it is an attitude and it reminds me of my father who I miss terribly.

Angry Guy and I began meeting with the mediator this week. She said if we did our homework we could be divorced by the end of the year. This is a lot faster than I expected but I am beginning to embrace it. What a nice way to start off the New Year. Oh I am sure the holidays may be rough but as long as Angry Guy behaves himself I have invited him for family time for the holidays and here and there during the week. Kitty wants her fun time as well. Angry Guy is not too keen on having our kids sleep at his new place but Kitty is going to INSIST. WTF?!!?! Is it me or is he always trying to control me???

He asked me to respect him by not dating officially or “taking a lover” until after he leaves the house. Since the kids are out of school, Hammer is busy and I have a future of freedom to look forward to I have agreed.

There is a lot to do to find a place for Angry Guy and to help him get on his feet. It’s worth it to me because in the end I will happily be “Single Kitty”.

Monday, June 25, 2012

A Story By The Hammer


Long before Hammer and I hooked up we became cyber buddies. He began writing a story for me. I saved it and have just now had the opportunity to read it, edit it and post it. So enjoy! This is from my VERY special friend Hammer…

The meeting was at a diner for coffee. I waited for her to arrive, thinking of all the possibilities of what could happen but staying true to my ways. She walked in, I knew it was her. She looked just like her picture. I cocked my head, raised an eyebrow and smiled. She returned the favor with a smile. She threw her head back to show off her hair and took a step towards me. I rose to greet her. I wait as she stopped. I looked at her from her lips into her eyes and said “Hello”; anticipating what her voice would sound like and to finally put my mind at ease.

She sat. I sat next to her to make her feel nervous and a little off balance. I ask "Coffee?" "Yes", I sign to the waitress, she brings it over and smiles, then asks if we would like some menus knowing we are not here to eat. We exchange minor talk feeling and establishing our ground. All the time I am looking at her lips and eyes making sure she notices my interest and lust for her. I look for the signs and wait then I lean over with my face, rub her face ever so gently with mine just in front of her ear and give her a little peck on the neck and make sure she hears me inhale and moan all in the moment. My hand moves to her thigh and up a few inches. Her reaction changes, she moves her hand to mine as to stop it from going any further, but I know it's just to freeze the moment like a snap shot in time and register it in her mind forever. I lean back and whisper, “shall we leave and get a room?” As I brush up again face to face, she replies "Yes".
We walk up to the hotel room together hand in hand, I release and place my arm around her, and she returns the move. At the door we release and go in, adjusting the light. We size up the room. I walk to her and stare at her beauty and make sure she sees me doing it. I look her over like a brand new trophy. I step up to her lean over, put my hands on her sides cock my head, gaze into her eyes and kiss her gently on the lips never closing my eyes, pulling her close to my body. Her arms raise and her hands land on my shoulders and pull me in too as we become tight, breast to breast and we can feel each other’s hearts beat. As our breathing gets harder, we never lose site of the first kiss.

At the end of the first kiss we pull away, I turn her around, she is hesitant at first not sure of what I'm doing. Standing behind her, I brush her hair away from one side of her face. I lean over left hand to her left side, my right hand moves in across her stomach, my face is rubbing the side of her face and I moan. My hand moves up the front of her stiff body to her face and I slowly turn her head to my awaiting lips and kiss her holding her that way resisting her from turning around, she gives in and goes for the kiss. I pull her in tight, hold on and with my left hand start feeling her body moving down her side to her upper thigh then over to her pussy but not too close then up her stomach and over and across just under her tits lifting them up just a little and cupping her right breast, running my thumb up over her nipple and stopping there. The entire time we are kissing.

Her knees begin to soften but she knows I am supporting her. She backs into me slightly and rubs her ass up into my hard cock to reply; I release my hold of her face and breast, moving my hands to her hips and welcome the gesture by pulling her tight into my rock hard rod moaning. She tries to get away and turn, but I pull her back because this is what I like. I grab her face again turn it more and thrust my tongue deep into her mouth and hold her there, she tries to grab my cock. I break away and say softly, "I like to be touched not grabbed". She knows what that means, I go back to kissing her and she slowly moves her way to my hard cock just touching it and playing with it outside my pants. I moan and move to her hard nipples and play with them.

 I can’t take anymore and release her and turn her face to face.
I look at her, she looks back at me. I move my hands to unbutton her top and with both hands peel open her shirt to expose a sexy bra with lace that holds her breasts. I don’t take it off yet; I just gaze and move to unzip her skirt letting it fall to the floor. She steps out of it as well as her shoes lowering herself by 3 inches. I kick off my shoes and loose half inch, story of my life.... Where was I? She is wearing a lacey G string. I can feel my cock is spewing a little pre-cum and it feels good. I run my hands over her smooth silky skin lean over and kiss her neck as she starts to unbutton my shirt and feels my warm body with her hands.  She covers my chest with small kisses, and then works down to my pants first reaching for my hard cock and holding it as the other hand works effortlessly to undo my zipper. Both hands move into my undone pants and around my ass helping my pants drop to the floor. As I try stepping out she pulls me in close so her body is up against mine and my cock can feel the warmth of her sweet skin. Her hands move in to release my shorts from the boundary of fabric to pure skin on her as she slowly works them down my legs to my feet.

When her face reaches my hard cock zone she brushes the side of her face up against my cock and moans as she licks my clean shaven sack and opens her mouth wide to take it in as I step out of my shorts and run my fingers through her hair. Pulling her head with agreement deep into my balls as I look down on her and her up at me. Her hands return to my butt, my cock on one side of her face, my balls filling her mouth and I quiver and grunt as she sucks gently and tightens her mouth around my jewels and jerks her head back and forth making me harder and harder.

Finally I have enough and pull her off me stand her up "You’re fucking killing me." I thrust my tongue into her mouth grab her face and kiss her hard.

We break away I grab a drink to cool down, she take a drink to, I look to her and tell her to get naked. I move to a chair by the window that lets just enough light in , she moves in front of me. I don't help her. I need to watch her get into her sexy moment and strip for me. She starts turned away from me she unhooks her bra, turns again and slowly lets the garment fall from her hard pointed nipples to expose all the excitement within her. I watch as it falls to the floor and her nipples are rock hard. She moves to hold them both. She leans forward to show her cleavage. I sit watching with my cock in my hand ever so slightly stroking it. She can see the head is a little wet and she stands and moves her hands to her G string and removes it. She spreads her legs exposing her baby like wet pussy to me. I stare at it in all its glory. She knows how to tease me now and runs her hands in between and spreads her lips to expose her clit and touches herself and asks quietly, “You like?”
With that she rises and moves to me. Lifting one leg to the chair armrest, she grabs my head, leans back a little and says, “Smell my pussy, but don't lick it.”  My balls are tight against my crotch as I handle her ass and smell her sweet pussy; I do as she says and let my nose rub her clit like a little boy cheating so it gets all wet. She pushes my head away.

She turns to the little table lifts a knee onto it, turns her head to me and commands, “now come here and eat me and make it all wet.”

 I can’t help but think she had a plan all along, so I move in grabbing her ass. I spread her cheeks apart so I can work on pleasing her. I started at the clit, just flicking it and working around it and moved to her love canal darting my tongue as deep as it can go, all the while paying attention to her every move and moan. I insert my finger to play inside and lick more pussy; she explodes with delight her legs shaking screaming "I'm Cumming....Now I'm ready for some cock."

She stands and takes me by the hand. We walk over to the bed. She grabs the sheets and throws them off of the bed. She climbs on, I follow and position myself "T-bone" to her and on all 4's down low, to keep her at bay. At this point I'm face to face over her, her arms and hands on my blades and mine around and under her. I start by kissing her face and brushing mine up against hers. I can hear her as She whispers "Fuck Me Now"; my reply is a short "No", "No!!!! Fuck Me", I move my lips to hers and start kissing her, no tongue just a long hard lip kiss with just the right amount of mouth open to lock onto one lip and touch it with my tongue, at this point I'm mostly lost in the desire to kiss and have no idea what she doing or what is going on around me, but I know I'm enjoying it. Then I remember to move my hands, just the right hand around to her breast. She gasps for a deep breath and I notice and massage her as I too breathe deep and sigh. I get more and more into the kiss, sliding my hand down to her hip and thigh, I pull her leg up run my hand down further over the knee and down to her ankle and back up the inside of her leg to the upper most part of her inner thigh stopping just short of her swollen pussy. She sighs again and I know she was hoping I didn't stop there. I palm her inner most thigh letting my pinky finger just touch her swollen lips. I close my hand tight around her thigh and moved in circular motion as if to pull on her pussy and rub it at the same time. Her lips are locked on mine, hands and arms still around me on my blades, breathing hard, and waiting for the next move. I let go, move my hand over her whole pussy and gently squeezed her whole love canal. She reclines and moans.  I open my eyes to see her staring at me, I smile and pull away chuckling as she does.

"Are you ready?" she asks. I am, so I mount her, but only let the head of my cock touch the envelopes of her swollen lips; she reaches down and grabs my ass to shove that long awaiting hard-on inside of her. Only the head gets to massage her clit for now. She tells me, "Stick it in".

I reply "No" "Again with the No, Just Fuck Me" "MMmmmmmmmm NO", "feels just right". I go on massaging her clit until I'm just ready to penetrate her pussy, at first I put just enough head in and she responds with upward thrusts to get more, but I hold back until I can’t take it anymore and thrust my hard hot cock as deep into her as possible, I shake and she knows it. I whisper to her "your pussy is so fucking hot and wet. Feels good don't it Baby?"
 she replies, “mmmmmmm yes". I lower my hands down to her knees and pull them up so my cock is as deep as it can get. We buck like two horses getting it on until she start telling me she is going to cum.

Disclaimer:
The short story you just read is Fictional and does not depict anyone person or encounter.
No animals were harmed during this write in any way, shape, or form. All rights reserved.
Consult your Doctor before trying any of this to make sure your heart is in good condition.

Friday, June 22, 2012

Never Let Them Smell Fear


If I’ve said it once I have said it a million times…my parents raised me to be strong and independent. Okay so now you can add stubborn and perhaps pig-headed to the list. That is one of Angry Guy’s main complaints is that once I get an idea in my head there is no changing my mind about it. I’ll admit that these ideas don’t always work out for me.



I’ll admit that I am taking a huge risk by divorcing Angry Guy. I’ll admit that I am scared as hell. Angry Guy says I am cold and heartless. My friends say I am matter of fact and nonchalant. I say I am trying to remain calm and positive because deep down I am petrified. I don’t mind being alone. I don’t mind working to support a family but God forbid Big Cheese drops dead or Angry Guy. God forbid I am in an accident and can no longer work. God forbid. I think about these things constantly. If any of those things were to happen, this unilateral decision that I have made would literally destroy a family.



My family, friends and Angry Guy are hell bent on saying things like “you’ll never manage to do it alone. You can’t afford it. What about the kids?”



I can’t help but think to myself “WOW, I never thought about that.” WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!



The difference between me and someone weaker like Angry Guy is that I can make a home anywhere. A house is just a house. A couch, a television…they can all be replaced over time. Angry Guy has chosen to think of his future as over. He has already given up. He just doesn’t get it. He doesn’t get ME.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

A Funny Thing About Divorce/Separation


The funny thing about all that’s been going on around here is that my sex drive is nearly nonexistent. Oh listen…I WILL come back. Something tells me I can muster up a little something for Hammer if he is up for it but in the meantime I have no desire to see who is on Ashley Madison, no desire to fuck XXX and quite honestly, no desire to masturbate. I KNOW!!! RIGHT?!?!?!

Oh the other night I was all wound up. I needed to relax. I thought I could do it. I pulled out my favorite little toy and closed my eyes. I thought of Hammer of course. Damn he feels good inside of me. I tried to remember that. I tried to remember how he feels on top of me. I tried to remember how I feel when I am on top of him and more importantly I tried to remember how he feels from behind. Damn I miss Hammer from behind.

I just could not get there. I think once things subside I will be able to get back in the saddle…or back on Hammer…hopefully.
If not…the irony would not be lost on me.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

The Perfect Divorce


I just received an email from Angry Guy. It was a nice email. The nicest email I think he has EVER sent me. He said he was having a rough time at work. His boss called him into the office and asked “WTF”. Angry Guy told him what has been going on and his boss happens to be going through something similar. Honestly it’s part of the industry they work in. It’s an awful industry to try and raise a traditional family in. Since both Angry Guy and I come from traditional families we have been managing to fit the square peg in the round hole…I have been managing.

Angry Guy finally gets it, I think. He said he forgot about me and my needs. He asked me to forgive him and to remain in his life. He said he will always love me and will miss me and that he holds no bitterness.  He said I am a great person and a great mother.

I cried as I read it not because I am sad but because I am happy. Is there a possibility that we can do this? Is there a possibility that Angry Guy and I can separate our belongings, our money and our homes and remain friends? Is it possible to spend holidays together with the kids and not have things be awkward or bitter?

Am I naive to want this? Am I crazy for thinking we just may be able to find it within ourselves to respect each other the way we did when we first got married? Am I ridiculous for wanting the perfect divorce?