Pain Pain Go Away

Pain Pain Go Away

The pain of rejection is not new to me. I can’t figure out why some instances effect me more than others. Take the Spicy Italian. I thought we had a certain connection. In reality he pushed the sex too early. I wasn’t quite ready. Why you ask? Well, for one thing I am still self conscious about the weight that I have yet to shed since Angry Guy and I have split. The Spicy Italian has an amazing body for a man of his age although I have to say that he listed his height in his online profile as 5’6” and Kitty is thinking he is more like 5’2”. Since Kitty is quite short myself, the Spicy Italian’s height was not that much of an issue.

And so after that fateful night when Kitty slinked away from the Spicy Italian’s restaurant and back to my own office just a block away Kitty did not hear back from the Spicy Italian. I did see him online however. He was shopping for other women. He was clearly not satisfied or impressed by my performance in bed.  That infuriated me. And so just a day before Valentine’s Day I texted him as I saw him online on POF and said “find anybody interesting on POF?”

Thirty minutes later or so I received a text back from him saying “Driving to Philly”. I expected that to be the last I heard from him. To add insult to injury on Valentine’s Day I received a text from him saying “GM [Kitty]. You are a great person just don’t think we are compatible.”

WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!?!? Based on some of the wonderful conversations we had over the past weeks I thought we were DEFINITELY compatible. This was clearly physical and damn did it STING.

Over the course of the past few weeks I watched him online as he searched and searched for someone younger, thinner and more beautiful than Kitty. Oh and he will find her. You mark my words.

Once again having dealt with the pain of rejection for a good portion of my life not to mention through some of my Ashley Madison encounters I have come to realize one very important thing. Yes, the men do move on and they move on quickly. The Spicy Italian probably doesn’t EVER give me a thought. I would be surprised if he recognized me or even remembered my name at this point. But one thing that I have learned is that the pain DOES go away. Sometimes it takes a few weeks sometimes YEARS but this pain of mine. The pain of lost potential will go away. And Kitty will be stronger than ever. You mark my words.

Reservations for Two

He waited by his car in the parking lot as I approached. We ducked in the back door, through the kitchen like a scene from “Goodfellas” then up a flight of dark stairs leading to his apartment. “The walk of shame”, I used to call it when I had to walk past the hotel lobby hosts. That seemed like an eternity and yet those same feelings stirred inside of me. The irony is that the Spicy Italian and I are both single now and perfectly within our rights to go to his place and fuck.

The doorway led to a quaint and cozy efficiency with a beautiful leather couch, big screen television, kitchenette and neatly made bed in the corner. He invited me to sit on the couch for a few moments. We chatted as I removed my boots. We had no time to spare. We both had to get back to work. Yes, it felt like the old days. He began kissing me as he moved his hands along my body. It was technically the first time we kissed so I wanted to savor it. He felt nice. He smelled nice.

“Let’s go over to the bed,” he said revealing just a hint of a European accent. We began to undress ourselves. I was happy about that. I was not dressed for a play date. This was quite spur of the moment after days of naughty texting and cock photos. I peeled off my tights, dress and mismatched bra and panties. He approached me and again began kissing me passionately while he guided me up on the bed and immediately lay on top of me.

“It’s been a while,” I have been telling him this for weeks. In my mind it has. He moved his fingers inside of me almost commanding me to cum. He put his cock inside of me and immediately threw my legs over his shoulders not even realizing that this is one of my favorite positions. I could feel ever inch of him thrust inside of me pumping slow at first then picking up speed.

“Suck your pussy juice off my cock,” he said as he rolled off of me. I worked his head with my tongue and he guided me showing me exactly what he wanted. As I sucked some more he said “Oh yeah keep going, keep going.” As I sucked I tasted his juices flow and continued sucking in his cum. His voice was hypnotic and before I realized it I drank him all in.

We lay for a while kissing and touching each other. It was warm and comfortable. 

“What time do you have to be back?” he asked.

“As soon as possible.” I said with a smile knowing that my absence would certainly be noticed.

He walked me down the stairs, through the kitchen and out in the parking lot. “Text me when you are done with work,” he said just after giving me a passionate kiss goodbye.

I stumbled up the road to my office still shaking from the orgasms he commanded of me and wondered…had anybody in the office noticed that I’d been gone?

Intro To A New Spicy Lifestyle

A friend of mine contacted me the other day. He was disappointed that I hadn’t posted in a while. I’m working A LOT now and loving my vanilla life. I have met someone. I JUST met him. Actually I’ve known him and his family for years but he is JUST noticing me. So we met for drinks the other night. We had a great time. He is very interesting. He is in the same field as Angry Guy only he owns his own business. OH and the best part…he is a SPICY ITALIAN!

So the day after our drink the Spicy Italian and I begin to text. We are mostly just vanilla texting when somewhere in there he texts “You seem very conservative.” Well Kitty just about fell off my chair. Now a younger less mature Kitty would have directed the Spicy Italian right to my blog but I have to admit I played it just right for a change. I thought it might be nice for the Spicy Italian to get a nice surprise when he realizes all that is bottled up inside this “conservative Kitty”.

To be continued…

Apologies

I lost count of how many times I have apologized to AG. He read that last post where I mentioned that I was on Plenty of Fish and did not take it well. Not that it matters but I was truthful when I told him that I haven’t met anybody and probably never will. He equated reading that last blog post to me seeing Hammer on Ashley Madison while we were still fucking. Okay, I get that and I make no excuses but let’s be honest here. Anybody who reads my blog knows that I may never be satisfied with one single cock for all eternity…especially NOW. My God! I JUST got my freedom why on EARTH would I give it up so easily???

There is a simple answer to that…I wouldn’t and I won’t. Anybody who knows me even in my vanilla life knows that. Even my MOTHER knows that. So I do apologize for hurting AG’s feelings by posting a profile on Plenty of Fish but AG, we never talked about love, marriage or any of those things. I have always been completely honest about the fact that I never want to get married (or live with a man for that matter) ever again. 

You have never told me you love me. You never told me you WANT me for that matter or that you LIKE me. We play, we laugh and occasionally we fuck. I miss being friends. I miss some of our playful conversations and for the last time I am sorry for hurting your feelings but this is the last time I will apologize.

Thank You AGAIN Ashley Madison

I woke up a little early this morning. Things have become absolutely crazy in this house. Not necessarily a BAD kind of crazy. It’s just busy ALL THE TIME. I’ve never been one of those mothers that signs her kids up for a million activities and yet it seems that I am always running them here and there. Not to mention work has become increasingly busy as our “season” is now formally upon us. I don’t mind it so much but it leaves me little or no time to write for my blog or go out for that matter.

Angry Guy? Oh well…he’s around…in his place but “punishing” me by not helping out with the kids. In all honesty I would trade that any day for him still being in this house.

So what has Kitty been up to other than work and kids you ask? Unfortunately Kitty has nothing sexy to report. My friends and I have been playing around on “Plenty of Fish”. This is after signing up for a month here and there of Match.com, Ourtime.com and the infamous J-Date.

POF is by far my favorite among other reasons because it is free and somehow free rejection is not half as painful as paid membership rejection. Ashley Madison was sort of the same way.

The other night I got a surprise phone call from Bad Boy. I love that he did that! He generally texts me first out of respect for whatever I might be dealing with as far as the kids. Anyway he called and started off by acknowledging that I HATE talking on the phone. Our conversations can go on for hours. Anyway among other things we discussed the dating scene. Bad Boy is strictly opposed to me being on the dating websites. We both agree that I am the kind of gal that you have to meet in person and get to know and then some lucky guy will learn about the Naught Kitty side of me hopefully.

I was telling Bad Boy how disappointed my friends are by these men that they meet.  The men write on their profiles that they don’t want any heavy commitments. My friends sleep with them then think they will change their minds. Kitty knows better. This is because of Ashley Madison thank you very much. Oh and I mean that in a good way! In fact my friends joke that they are looking for husbands and I am looking for playmates. Not much has changed for me in that respect. The only difference now is that I prefer single men.

Oh I get a text every now and again from T-Bone. I did enjoy his company. But as Bad Boy and I were saying the other night, “I did not fight so hard for my freedom to end up dying at the hands of your crazy ass wife!” Let’s not forget that T-Bone has all sorts of artillery available to him and that crazy wife of his. More importantly Kitty deserves to be number one now…or number 2 to kids. That much I can handle.

And so, I want to thank Ashley Madison yet again for giving me the experience that makes this new single life of mine fun as opposed to desperate. I wish you all good luck in your dating endeavors. Amen

Some Things Never Change…and Never WILL

The other night I received a text from XXX. This is quite out of the ordinary, especially when he is in the midst of reconciling with his wife. We haven’t seen each other or spoken for a few months now. We email occasionally but simply on a professional level. It’s as though that period of time when we were sleeping together never happened. Either way I am good with it. I made a good move by leaving Big Cheese and XXX professionally. I hadn’t realized it until XXX started texting me. He started out by asking if I was “out on the town”. XXX has certain arrogance about him especially when he is in the midst of reconciling with his wife. Having known him for as long as I have I know now that this is a shield he uses when he is unhappy and when he is with her, whether he likes to admit it or not, he is very UN-happy.

Since I was snuggled up in bed and intrigued as to why he was texting me on a Saturday night I replied to his text. I didn’t actually speak with him but I guess he had an argument with his wife about his weight. Yes, there are times when XXX’s weight fluctuates and he just quit smoking so I know he put on a little bit but he is not obese by any stretch of the imagination. His wife is just a cunt and looking for any excuse to pick at him.

I jokingly asked if he wanted me to come over and finish what she started. He had taken her out to dinner and I suppose the argument was her way of avoiding sex that night. XXX “lol’d” my text then proceeded to tell me he was going to sneak out and sleep at his apartment because his wife has him sleep on the couch now because he snores…”since he is so fat”.

These are the things that make me furious. As if that wasn’t bad enough he started needling me about Auditor Guy. “How are things? Does he call you every day? What did he buy you for Christmas?” you know…all that crap. XXX was looking for some sign that I am as miserable as he is. He’ll never find it. Listen, everybody has their days and yes even Kitty has a bad day here and there but the joy of having my freedom is enough to keep me happy at least for now.

Last night I texted XXX to see how things ended up. I guess he got back in the bedroom so he blew me off like so many times before. XXX and his situation with his wife are never going to change. That is sad for him. I need to move on now.

Transistor Radios, VHS Porn and Vibrators

So AG and I were talking yesterday. He was looking for a transistor radio. Kitty had to teach AG how to use Amazon. I know I know...should we start with AG being old enough to enjoy "transistor" radios? Or should we discuss the fact that he reads blogs and surfs porn on the web but has never dealt with Amazon? I'll tell you what...let's let both sleeping dogs lay for now because once I directed AG to Amazon he then said he was also looking for a VHS player!! This all led to a conversation about my father having a porn stash in VHS as well as super 8. We then discussed the fact that my mother wants me to get my father's porn stash out of her house so that nobody finds it once...well...you know. AG told me he has the same concerns about his porn stash. I told him I think it is more acceptable in the eyes of the public to find porn in the home of a single man as opposed to a single senior citizen female. This all led to my asking AG if he ever read this post that I had written about vibrators. And so, I am re-posting because I just can't expect my dear, sweet, AG to find his way to this post on his own when he can't even deal with Amazon...

Picture this…your mother passes away suddenly. You are in charge of sorting through her worldly possessions and in that drawer right next to her side of the bed…you find…her vibrator collection!!!!

Horrifying right?? Well I for one would be surprised but not horrified. I did actually bring the Susan Lucci Youthful Essence attachment potential up to my mom. See, my mom bought me the Susan Lucci Youthful Essence kit and there is a “massage” attachment which looks suspiciously like something that you should put up against your…um…your CLIT. She was suspiciously nonchalant about it so I have my guard up.

My own kids are a different story. If I were to get into a tragic accident in the now I would hope that Angry Guy has the sense to remove any and all toys which would potentially scar my young children. This is highly unlikely as he quite often used to leave my warming gel front and center on the nightstand after he used it.


Okay so what about when I am my mom’s age?

WTF?! Do I have to live everyday like it will be my last? Is that what that expression means?? CLEAR YOUR DRAWERS OF ALL YOUR SEX TOYS!!!

Well what the hell am I supposed to do? For now I am staying put and the toys stay where they are which is practically in plain sight. Maybe that is a good thing. If my kids get used to seeing them then when I die they won’t be scarred. They will just chuck my big green friend in the trash.

I hope they take the batteries out first so they can use them for something else. That would be a terrible waste of batteries. Don’t ‘cha think??