Dec 24 2014

Santa Baby – A PWK Tradition

 

Eartha Kitt’s version of Santa Baby is the best that was ever made. Posting it has becoming something of a PWK tradition, so here it is again, Prowlers. Enjoy this sexy song on Christmas Eve and know that I appreciate you and I wish you all a Merry Christmas.

Dec 24 2014

Santa Porn Self-Pleasure

joanna-angel-candy-dpYou may remember that I love peppermint lube. This is even better! I know there is no Santa is this pic, but I can tell that this naughty young thing is either waiting for Santa or she is performing for him right now. Santa porn is an inclusive genre.

Dec 23 2014

Santa Porn Week Continues

ass-fucked-by-santaI love how Santa just keeps giving and giving, don’t you? Will you be my Santa?

The name of this picture is “Ass Fucked by Santa.”  Santa sure does know what I want for Christmas.

How do you like Santa Porn Week so far?

Dec 22 2014

Even Better Santa Porn

Santa porn 2Click the picture to see this hot Santa porn full-screen, in all its lovely detail. You’re welcome, Prowlers. 🙂 Merry Christmas!

Dec 21 2014

More Santa Porn

Santa porn 1Since it’s Christmas week, I thought it would be fun to share some Santa porn.  I’ve got some really fun pics to share, too.  You’ll see something every day between now and Christmas.

I love Santa, and I love porn.  Two great things are great together!

Dec 20 2014

Familiar Ecstasy

15_doggy_style_600x450It had been a very long time since I’d seen JJ, and for most of that time, we didn’t have any contact, either, so I wasn’t quite sure what to expect.  Well, I knew it would be great, but all the certainty I used to have about him was gone. Would we still have any chemistry? Would it be as good as it was before?

We met at the same place we met when we had been seeing each other for years. There were new people behind the counter, but everything else was familiar.  He arrived first and texted me the room number. Room 210.  I wondered how many times we had enjoyed each other in that room before.  More than a few, anyway.

He left the door ajar for me, as we always did.  I knocked to announce myself and then walked in, closing the door tightly behind me. Seeing him again after so long was wonderful. He had lost a little weight and was looking very, very good. But he was also the same JJ I’d known for so long.

He walked over and kissed me gently. We stood and kissed for a while before he sat down on the bed and pulled me between his legs. I couldn’t keep my hands off his shoulders and his chest and his hair.  I wanted to touch him everywhere at once, to kiss him everywhere at once, but I didn’t want to go fast.  I wanted it to go slowly.  I wanted it to last.  I wanted to enjoy him like a naughty dessert I hadn’t tasted in a long time.

He started to pull down my pants and I helped him by quickly pulling them off along with my panties. Then he reached between my legs and touched me. I felt a shudder reverberate through me, but then he stooped and pulled me down onto the bed.

As strange as it sounds, I felt a bit awkward. It wasn’t the kind of awkwardness that sometimes rears its head when you meet someone for the first time, but the kind that shows up when you’re anxious about not disappointing someone. Sex between us had always been spectacular, passionate, messy. This had started off slowly and almost tenuously.

I reached down to feel his cock through his jeans. I heard myself moan into our kiss. I wanted him.  When I touched him I remembered how he used to feel inside me and I wanted that right then.  He jumped up and took off his pants, threw them onto the floor and came back to me.  I reached for his cock again and started stroking it slowly. He slid his hand back between my legs, found my clit, and started gently circling it with his finger.  Every 15 seconds or so, he pressed his finger inside me as I became wetter and wetter.

I wanted his cock, but I was distracted by the sensation of his hand on me. I came in no time.  As I was coming down, he whispered into my ear, “I missed you.”

I missed him, too.  I missed his kisses, the way he could bring me from real life to a screaming orgasm in less than a minute sometimes, the way his cock felt when he entered me for the first time, the way he fucked me hard and fast until I begged and screamed with pleasure. Yes, I missed him.

I leaned over to lick and suck on his cock. As I took him into my mouth I was reminded how thick he is, so thick that my jaw was forced wide open.  I know I should have been focused on  giving him head, but all I could think about was how much I wanted him inside me. Fortunately for me, he tapped me on the shoulder and told me to get on my knees.

My head was telling me, Take your time, Kat. There’s no hurry, but my body rolled over and bounced into position like a little kid excited about Christmas. So much for looking casual and sophisticated. I knew I didn’t need to act anyway.  This was JJ.  He knew more about my body and my reactions than anyone. Pretending to be someone I wasn’t would have been silly.

I was on my knees and I leaned forward onto my forearms, lifting my rear for him. I was already shaking a little. It was partially from anticipation and partially from the fact that I was already very close to coming again.

He grabbed one of my hips with one hand and slid his hard cock inside me with the other. He entered me slowly, all the way on the first stroke.  I moaned and sighed at the same time. At that moment, the memories of feeling him enter me at least a hundred times came flooding back and I started pushing back against him. Within a minute, I was coming again and he had his hands on both of my hips, pulling me back onto him. My orgasm kept  sparking beyond his final thrust.

I don’t have words for how I felt at that moment. I honestly didn’t realize how much I had missed being with him until then. It felt right. Good. Perfect.

After that we talked for a long time, catching up on each other’s lives. We both had some big things happen since we last saw each other. It was nice connecting again. I really was.

We played one more time before leaving.  It was just as good as the first time. We agreed that we’d meet again, but we didn’t set a date. Of course I knew that meant that it may or may not happen, but I was okay with that.

I can admit that there was a part of me that was a little sad that the wild passion we used to have for each other wasn’t there. It was replaced by a lovely familiarity, which was wonderful, too, but not the same.

As I drove home, I wondered: Would it be possible for us to go back and recapture the passionate love that we used to have?  Did we both want to? Could we be happy with seeing each other for a friendly fuck from time to time?

I didn’t have any answers.  The only thing I knew for sure was that I enjoyed our time together and I wanted to see him again soon. I couldn’t stay away from that familiar ecstasy forever.

Dec 15 2014

Listen to Kat, Sweetie

phone sexHave you ever thought, “I’d really love to hear Kat’s voice?” Well, now you can.  I have two new recorded calls on NiteFlirt you can listen to over and over if you’d like.

The first one is a fantasy.  What would it be like if you surprised me at home while Hubby was away? I’ll bet you can guess some of what might happen. And yes, you get to hear me come. It’s very, very hot.  😉

The second one is me talking you through my world class BJ.  It’s also very hot.  Just be sure you are very comfortable and alone when you listen…or maybe share it with a girlfriend or your wife as an instructional call. Will you hear me come in this one, too?  What do you think?

Both recordings are 11 minutes long and you can listen to all or any portion of each one. I should warn you, though – the good stuff really starts after the first three minutes or so. Recorded phone sex is hotter than you may think.

It costs only 99 cents per minute and it will be billed on your credit card as “NF Services.” With Christmas around the corner, you can easily pass that off as a gift purchase that you don’t want to talk about, right?

Remember, you can join NiteFlirt for free. Register and look around.  You’ll find me there as Prowling Kat.

Listen to Kat play while Hubby is out!

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Kat’s World Class Blow Job!

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Would you rather chat with me live? Just check out my listing and give me a call. If I’m not available at the time, just send me a message with a time you’d like to chat, and I’ll be there.

Here’s my call button:

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I’d love to hear from you!

Dec 15 2014

Santa Porn

Thanks to the U.K., I may get to have another fantasy fulfilled:

Santa porn!

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If you have more pics of Santa porn, please share them.

 

Dec 14 2014

Fisting Banned in Porn? Say It Isn’t So!

As you probably know by now,  the U.K. banned a whole bunch of things in U.K. porn. This doesn’t mean that all these acts are banned, just that they are banned in porn. Of course, some of these acts are staples in porn and many are staples in my sex life (or I’d like them to be), which means that I like to see them in porn.

Here’s the list of acts that now cannot appear in pornography in the U.K.:

  • Spanking
  • Caning
  • Aggressive whipping
  • Penetration by any object “associated with violence”
  • Physical or verbal abuse (regardless of if consensual)
  • Urolagnia (known as “water sports”)
  • Female ejaculation
  • Strangulation
  • Facesitting
  • Fisting

Fisting?

Spanking?

Facesitting?

Really?

I’m so very disappointed that politicians feel the need to be the moral police. I know this is nothing new. Still, I’m greatly troubled.

The only good news is that the protests have produced some fantastic pictures.

Do you think this ban will stand? Or will the government of the U.K. re-evaluate the situation and come to their senses?

 

First they came for

Dec 13 2014

Messy Sex

messy sexI’m a big fan of messy sex. Not that sex has to be messy for it to be good, but being sweaty and gooey is definitely a good thing.  It means we had a good time.  It means we went all out.  It means we focused on how we felt, rather than on how we looked.

I have no problem with cum oozing on my thighs or my hair being mussed. Did my mascara run a little because you pulled my hair while I was giving you a blow job and my eyes teared up? Awesome! That means you pulled hard enough to make me respond.

Yummy.

I’ve had my share of clean, antiseptic sex at home for years. Heck, Hubby hands me a washcloth to clean up before he even pulls out.  God forbid there should be any mess or {gasp!} a wet spot.

No, I want hard-fucking, multiple orgasm, screaming, begging, messy sex.

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