Oct 01 2015

For Fun — All About Oral Sex

Just a few naughty thoughts about oral sex…for fun.


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And I have a special friend I’d love to send this to, but I wont. That would be in poor taste. 😉

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Sep 30 2015

Red Panties (Part 2 of 2)

red_panties_hd_widescreen_wallpapers_1680x10506401024 Click here to read Part 1 of Red Panties.


T pulled my panties down and I wiggled my hips a little to help. He didn’t have to push my legs apart. As soon as I was free of the panties, I opened them wide for him. He lighted the fire.  It was his responsibility to put it out.

He moved between my legs and separated my wet lips with one hand. I reached down to hep, holding things open for him so he could reach both his arms around my legs to hold me down. I loved the feeling of being held in place while he worked.  Sometimes it would feel intense and I’d want to wriggle away a bit, but he wasn’t having that. All I could do was lay back and accept it as it came.

Just as I knew what he liked, he knew exactly how to make me scream.  I came very quickly. I could feel myself shuddering and hear myself moaning. Then came those involuntary pulses that shot like electricity up my spine and made me dizzy.

He moaned approval.

T loved this as much as I liked blowing him, partly because he was so good at it.  I was never really into receiving oral, for many reasons, until T came along. He pushed though my reluctance, and he was persistent. Then his skill took over and I was hooked.

One could say that T has some mad skills in the oral sex department. I’d share his secrets with you if I could, but I can’t tell you exactly what he’s doing.  All I know is that it feels really good.

After I came down, he started up again.  That’s another thing about T – he never lets me get away with only one.  It’s at least three or four before he’ll stop.  I used to fight it because having my clit licked right after I’ve come feels as much like torture as pleasure, but he held me down and taught me how to stay with it until the intensity gives way to the next level of pleasure.

He slid a finger inside me again.  Then another.

I could feel my next orgasm rising already when his fingers found that magic spot inside. I exploded almost instantly. It shocked me, made me sit halfway up. I squealed and shook. His grip on my hips and thighs just got tighter.  I fell back and closed my eyes, waiting for the sensations to subside, but they didn’t. They stayed at that peak for what felt like forever.

I spurted out some profanity. He chuckled.  Dammit. I was going to be in charge today.

I guess not.

I relaxed again as I came down, trying to wiggle a bit.

“That’s enough,” I told him.  I was sure I was done.  That last one was just too all consuming to have left anything more for me.

“Nope,” he said, and he got back to work.

Then he started doing something different. It was gentler, relaxing.  It felt wonderful, but more in a recuperative way than in intensity. I took a deep breath and enjoyed it.

“Mmm,” I said. “I could get used to that.”

That was a mistake. As soon as I said that, he turned up the heat and I started moaning again.

Soon I was coming for a third time…and then a fourth.

Finally, I begged him for a break and he complied.  I was out of breath and I couldn’t move. There was a huge wet spot between my legs when he rolled back to his spot.

I turned and kissed him, tasting my juices on and in his mouth.

We rested for a little while, talking and kissing. At first, it was more talking than kissing, but then it became more kissing than talking. I reached down.  He was hard again. I smiled.

“Ready for more?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” he whispered, kissing me harder.

As we re-positioned, I noticed my red panties on the floor across the room. My good luck red panties. I knew I’d be wearing them again.


Sep 29 2015

Red Panties (Part 1 of 2)

red pantiesI knocked on the hotel room door like I had many times before.  Different hotel.  But the feeling was the same.  I knew T would be opening it shortly. He’d stand behind the door and let me in, and when the door closed behind me I’d turn and see him standing there wearing only shorts.  Or nothing.  Seeing him for the first time was one of my favorite moments of each visit.  Not my favorite moment, but it was still nice.

Normally, we met at his place or at a hotel in the next town over because it was safer for me, but the last few times we’d met at a hotel in town. That’s right.  My husband and kids were at home just 4 miles from here across town and friends and neighbors were driving by on the busy street.

T was still careful, though. The driveway into the hotel was also the driveway for a popular local restaurant, so it wouldn’t be bad to be seen driving in. And he got a room in the back of the hotel, so the parking was totally private.  I’d only be seen by the other people coming and going from those few rooms in the back. For a local hotel, it was a pretty good choice.

The door swung open and I walked in.  He peeked his head around the door at me at smiled.  I hurried in so he could close the door quickly. I dropped my purse by the table next to the door and turned to see him.

Naked.  Nice. Very nice.

He stepped over to me and  slid his arms around my waist. Just before he kissed me, he murmured, “Hi!”

I said, “Hi” back in between kisses.

I slid my hands over his shoulders, arms, and chest.  Strong. T has an amazing upper body – my favorite in a man. Between his deep kisses and touching his solid shoulders and arms, I was already damp.

I slid my hands down his back and grabbed his tight ass. I could feel his cock hardening as it pressed against me.

“Miss me?” I asked.  He just smiled.

I pulled away and walked over to my side of the bed.  Interesting, even though we never shared a bed for more than a few hours, there was a definite “my side” and “his side.”  I guess that’s what happens when you’ve been fucking someone pretty regularly for almost 18 months.  You develop routines.

The routines we had developed were both comforting and disappointing. I liked knowing him well. I loved feeling comfortable enough to talk about just about anything, to be myself with him. But I’d be lying if I didn’t also admit that I missed the spontaneity a bit. I knew exactly what was going to happen. We’d make small talk while I undressed.  Then we’d kiss some more.  He’d finger me til I came for the first time, then he’d either eat me or fuck me.  I’d blow him.  We’d cuddle and talk a bit and then I’d blow him again. Sometimes the order varied, but the positions rarely did. It was starting to take on that familiar predictability of a long term relationship.

Except for one thing.  The passion.  Once we got started, it was hot. Just when I’d start to wish we could try something different, that fire between us would erupt and I wouldn’t think again until it was all over.

This time, though, I came prepared for a little bit of something different.  I wore some brand new red thong panties. I’m not normally a white panty gal anyway, but I only have a few thongs so I thought maybe it was time for a new pair. Red ones. What’s sexier than red panties edged with lace?

I sat on the edge of the bed and slipped off my pants.  He was laying on the bed behind me, talking.  He stopped mid-sentence and exclaimed, “Whoa! I like!”  I felt his hands sliding along my lower back and behind as he felt the silk and lace – and me.

I smiled.  Bingo. Got his attention. I pulled off my blouse and lacy bra quickly and turned to face him.

“You like it? Good.  I hoped you would.”

I rolled over next to him, stretching my body out so as much of my body was touching as much of his body as possible, then I kissed him again. His hands we still on my ass, playing with the red panties. I slid my hand down his body and found his cock.  Rock hard. I smiled into our kiss.

“I guess you really do like it,” I whispered.

“Oh yeah.”  He put one hand on the back of my head, pulling my hair and holding me into his kiss. I felt it. That passion was rising quickly.

I pulled away suddenly and slid down the bed. I started licking on his cock slowly and looking up at him. There are only a few times when a woman has a man’s complete and undivided attention, and this was one of them. I took him into my mouth and started slowly suckling him. I’d already decided this was going to be a long one.  I wanted to bring him to the edge and back him away from it several times. I wanted to control him completely. I wanted him to remember this one.

The good part about knowing someone so well is that I knew every inch of his cock. I knew exactly what he liked and what he didn’t, and I knew how to make him crazy and how to make him frustrated.

I was busy at work, so I wasn’t looking at him, but I could feel him watching me.  He ran his fingers through my hair, then he petted my hair gently, then he started pulling my hair. He gathered my long hair into a pony tail and pulled up with his strong arms, like he was trying to pull me off him, but I struggled against him and sucked the tip of his cock while he pulled. That’s when it erupted in me.

As soon as he lightened his grip on my hair, I dove back down on his cock, pushing down til I could feel the head at the back of my throat and then pulling up to squeeze the tip with my lips and flick it with my tongue.

I could hear and feel his breathing quickening.  He was going to come soon if I kept this up, so I stopped and I started to rub my wet lips along the outside of his cock.  Up and down.  Sucking on it like you might suck on a Popsicle from the side. Every second or third stroke, I’d take the tip into my mouth again, suckle for a moment and then go back to Popsicle approach. When I heard his breathing even out again, I went back to work again.

I took his whole member into my mouth and suckled it for a bit, then I started moving my mouth up and down slowly. He tugged at my hair gently. I moaned.  By that point, I was so incredibly turned on that my red panties were very wet. I needed some attention.  But I wasn’t finished yet.

He gasped and said, “Damn, it feels like you’re making love to my cock.”

“I am,” I said quickly between strokes.

I brought him to the edge a second time, and then backed off.  Then a third.  It was time.

I worked the tip like he likes best again, just like I did the time before when I didn’t let him come, but this time I just kept going.

He groaned loudly and held my head down as he came. I swallowed.  Again.  Again.

He finally released my head, and I pulled myself up and rolled over next to him. My panties were now soaked.

It was quiet for a minute or so. I like the silence that comes right after I know he’s been satisfied.

“Holy shit,” he said.

“Like that?”

“Uh, yeah.”

T’s a man of few words, but he didn’t need many.  I knew he was happy.

The next thing I knew, he was sliding down the bed and those red panties were coming off…

To be continued….

Apr 30 2015

Someone is Getting Fired

Big Apple


You may have seen this floating around social media recently.  The second I saw it, I knew I had to share it with you, Prowlers.

Clearly, this was meant to be, “Big Apple, Meet Big Angus,” right? There’s a copy editor or printer out there who is in some trouble right now.  And think about all the people who must have seen this before it made it to the street.  Someone opened the packaging that came from the printer and accepted it.  Someone, probably more than one person, installed it on the bus.  Presumably, various bus drivers and mechanics saw it before the bus left the yard.

So, either no one noticed it, or people just kept quiet.


Maybe there are people out there who just think it makes sense to introduce a big apple to your anus.

I dunno.  No matter how big your anus is, I have to think that an apple of any size would hurt. And what would be the point, anyway?

It’s also possible that this was an office joke that – oops! – made it all the way to the public. That kind of makes me smile.

On the up side, it got us all thinking (and talking) about anal sex and fruit for a while, and that’s all good.

Apr 29 2015

Kat’s Back…Again…

greeting sunHey, Prowlers! Long time no see! It wasn’t you, it was me. I didn’t expect to be gone for three months, but when I looked at the calendar last night after telling a friend that is start posting again today I was shocked. Time flies, doesn’t it?

Over the last few months I’ve received some email and eavesdropped on some online gossip speculating about what happened. I thought I’d deal with those rumors (or rumours, for our Canafian and UK friends) before I explain what really happened. Here they are, in no particular order.

Rumor #1: Kat died.

Truth: Wow. This one was shocking. As Mark Twain said, “Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.” Actually, that’s not exactly what Twain said, but close enough.

Rumor #2: Kat gave up sex.

Truth: If you believed this one, you must be high. Rumor #2 will only be true when Rumor #1 is also true.

Rumor #3: Kat was outed to her family like some other sex bloggers of recent years.

Truth: Nope. And I gave you my word that PWK would never go dark for that reason, remember?

Rumor #4: Kat found God.

Truth: To the best of my knowledge, God was never lost and my relationship is just as strong as it was when I was posting the nastiest of my sex adventures.

Rumor #5: Kat got religion.

Truth: This is very close to Rumor #5, but it’s not exactly the same. As many of you know, I’m a big fan of spirituality and maintaining a strong personal relationship with our Creator, but I’m not a big fan of organized religion. So, no, I didn’t “get religion.”

Rumor #6: Hubby found out.

Truth: Simple answer. No, he didn’t discover the blog. If he did, he hasn’t said a word.

Rumor #7: Kat hasn’t had any good sex for months so she doesn’t have anything to write about.

Truth: Au contraire! T has been making my toes curl on a regular basis over the last few months. Hold onto your hats! I’ll be sharing some of those stories soon.

Rumor #8: Kat quit prowling.

Truth: See response to Rumors #7 and #2. Seriously, this is me we’re talking about.

Rumor #9: Kat just got too busy to post.

Truth: This is partially true, but it’s not the main reason, nor is it the reason I was gone so long.

Rumor #10: Kat had to stop posting because she was finishing her book.

Truth: Actually, my book was published at about the time I quit posting. I’ve been writing lots of other things since then, but most were work related, meaning that I had no choice. PWK isn’t the only casualty of my three month pleasure writing malaise. I have several other blogs that languished as well.

So what’s the real truth? Read the rest of this entry »

Jan 26 2015

Cara’s Back and She’s Cooking!

I know you’ve missed Cara, but I have great news for you.  She’s back!  Here are a few pics she took just for you, Prowlers!  And don’t worry, there are more. I’ll share them one or two at a time over the next week or so.

If you like them, be sure to let her know in the comments!





Jan 10 2015

The Ultimate Guide to Sex After 50

ultimate Guide to sex after 50As most of you know, I turned 50 about six months ago. I can tell you without reservation that being over 50 is no reason not to have an active and very enjoyable sex life. Many of the encounters I’ve shared with you here have been with men over 50 and they were all absolutely delicious. Still, there’s a stigma and quite a few myths that many hold about sex during the second half of life, and some of them are perpetrated by people over 50 themselves.

Recently, I read The Ultimate Guide to Sex After 50, by Joan Price. The book debunks myths about sex in the older years, explains the benefits of sex, and gives all sorts of information about how to make sex more enjoyable for both and women.

Some of the topics she covers, we have talked about here – prostate massage, lube, positions, toys, etc. – but she goes further by discussing topics that are of particular interest to older adults and providing new ideas and solutions.

Here are just a few of her chapter titles (not in order):

  • Busting the myths about sex and aging
  • What is happening to my body?
  • Getting your mojo back
  • Sex with yourself and toys
  • Sex with a long term partner
  • Sex with a new partner
  • The new dating rules
  • Heart, brains, joints, and sex
  • Sex without erections
  • When sex is painful
  • When intimacy ends
  • Single after all these years
  • Safer sex: always
  • Sexy aging going forward

As much as I know about sex and as much sex as I’ve had in my life, including in recent years and since I became part of the “over 50” crowd, I learned quite a few things from this book.

This book isn’t just for people over 50.  You’ve seen me say it here before – Older people who have been sexually active have learned a lot of things that can benefit those who are younger.  That’s one reason for my long-time preference for older men (in spite of my occasional dalliances with the young ones). They have many years of experience and they tend to know their way around a woman’s body better than younger men.

Okay, younger guys, don’t get mad.  You have your strengths, too, but you have to admit that you might have something to learn from those with years or decades more experience. This book has some great tips for you, too.

She even goes into topics like non-monogamy, polyamory, and swinging.  Nothing is off limits in this very open discussion.

Here’s Joan price, herself, discussing her work writing about senior sex.


Yeah, I bristle a little about being included in the “senior sex” category, but when I got over that and focused on the content of the book and all the helpful suggestions and tools, I realized what a gem this book really is.

So, Prowlers, I highly recommend that you check it out.  You can get it on Amazon here.

Just so you know, I’m not making any money or receiving any compensation for this recommendation or the review.  I really think this would help many of you. That’s what PWK is all about.

We are the very fist stop on a blog tour for The Ultimate Guide to Sex After 50. Here’s a link to the schedule for the other stops over the next couple of weeks. Take a few minutes to visit these sites on their tour dates to learn about giveaways and get even more information about the book and the author.  There will be author interviews and excerpts, too. This is also a great way for you to discover new sex blogs and blogs about sexy books.


About the Author
Author and speaker Joan Price is an advocate for ageless sexuality. An award-winning author, Price is a leading senior sexpert and the voice behind the award-winning blog about sex and aging, Naked at Our Age. You can find her online atwww.joanprice.com and www.NakedatOurAge.com. She lives in Sebastopol, CA.


Dec 27 2014

Taboo Sex – A Special Christmas Present

Christmas Present cover largeI know it’s officially not Christmas anymore, but this story actually takes place over a two week Christmas break, so it still qualifies. It’s called A Special Christmas Present (A Taboo Man of the House Romance).

This is a very hot and naughty short story by Sammi Starlight about a very young woman who comes home over Christmas break to play incessantly with her stepfather and step dad. It’s definitely taboo sex and very, very steamy.

One of the things I like about stories like this is that they don’t pretend to be something they are not. This is erotica.  Not erotic romance, but erotica. Sex. Hot, steamy, make-you-reach-into-your-pants sex.

The main character is young and she was a virgin until she came home for the holidays and ended up fucking her stepbrother. She loved it.  She can’t get enough.  Her stepfather surprises them by accident, so she ends up doing him, too.  Then both of them.  There’s your plot.  Simple.

Here’s an except from the very beginning of Chapter 1:


“That’s it, slut. Ride my cock,” my stepbrother Steve moaned as I straddled him and slid down his hard shaft.  I closed my eyes and moaned as he filled me, my body stretching to accommodate his girth.  I braced my hands on his chest and started grinding my clit against him, relishing the way he felt buried deep inside me.

He reached up and cupped my tits with his large hands, squeezing them and plucking the hard nipples with his thumb and forefinger. “I can’t wait until these are big and full of milk.”  He sat up and drew one into his mouth, sucking hard. I gasped and clutched his head against me. The thought of him sucking milk from me sent little jolts of electricity between my legs.

He popped the nipple from his mouth and looked at me with a grin. He reached around my waist, teasing the crack of my ass with his finger.  He pressed it against my rosebud. “I bet you would even like to be fucked there, wouldn’t you?”

I shivered and whimpered, moving my head with a slight nod. I wanted Steve to fill all my holes and use my body completely.

“Of course you would, you slut,” he said and slapped my ass. “Who would have thought that Miss Goody Two Shoes would be such a whore?”  He laid back down on the bed. “It’s time to ride me, Abby.  Come all over my cock like the needy little bitch you are.”


I warned you  it was naughty.  Isn’t that delicious?!

I read those first few paragraphs and knew that I’d be reading the rest in one sitting, maybe interrupted with a little playtime of my own.

This is well-written erotica that does exactly what erotica is supposed to do – turn you on.  My only real complaint is that it ended so quickly. I wanted more.

Okay, I’ll admit that I’m not exactly into the lactation play fantasy like the characters in this story are, but that wasn’t the centerpiece of the story.

Do yourself a favor. Download the Kindle edition and enjoy yourself – one more holiday gift to yourself.

A Special Christmas Present (A Taboo Man of the House Romance)


I’m not receiving any compensation from the author to review or share this book. I juts like it and thought you might, too.  The links are my Amazon affiliate links, though, so if you decide to splurge for it, I’ll get four cents. Thanks.

Dec 26 2014

Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2014

Top-Sex-Blogger-2014I’m pleased and grateful to announce that I was named to the Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2014 list again for the third time in the last four years!  Woohoo!

The list is put together annually by Rori, author of Between my Sheets.

It’s nice to be recognized for any reason, but blogs that address infidelity are few and far between, making the recognition a little bit sweeter.

Thank you to Rori. 🙂

If you’re looking for some good new reading, this list is a great place to start. I’ll definitely be reading some new folks and adding to my blog roll.


Here are Rori’s Top Ten:

  1. Girl on the Net
  2. JoEllen Notte, The Redhead Bedhead
  3. Erika Moen and Matthew Nolan, Oh Joy Sex Toy
  4. Nikki & Heather, Vagina Antics
  5. BD Swain, learning how to tell you
  6. Jillian Boyd, Lady Laid Bare
  7. Cheeky Minx, Love Hate Sex Cake
  8. Lilly, Dangerous Lilly
  9. Dr. NerdLove, Paging Dr. NerdLove
  10. Hyacinth Jones, A Dissolute Life Means

And here’s the rest of the list (in alphabetical order):





































































































Dec 25 2014

Santa Porn Finale

Santa porn 5This looks like a Christmas morning scene, doesn’t it?  There’s a goodie for everyone! Santa’s elves look very happy. I hope you like our Santa Porn Finale. 🙂

Merry Christmas, Prowlers!

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