Nov 25 2014

We Are a Community

holding-my-heart-in-my-handsWhile I was posting about the Bad Girl Bloggers Award earlier, it got me thinking about some of the wonderful sex bloggers who have disappeared over the last five years.  They disappeared for many different reasons. Two of my favorites (Riff and Ms. Inconspicuous) were sex bloggers (infidelity bloggers, to be specific) who were exposed and had to shut down their blogs for the sake of their families. It still makes me sad and angry that someone would feel compelled to hurt others that way.

Others got too busy to write.  Still others got married or had major changes in their lives making it impractical or inappropriate for them to keep blogging.  Some found the Lord (yes, it’s true).

The effect it has had on the rest of us, though, is that we lose a bit of our community every time one of our blogger friends disappears.  Of course, there are fun newcomers, and we welcome them to the fold with open arms, but it’s never quite the same as when our old favorites were here.

Those of us who are still around have a responsibility to support the community. It’s not always easy. Maintaining a blog of any kind for years is a challenge. A sex blog has special challenges of its own.  Believe it or not, no matter how horny we are, and I think we can agree that I’m a 9 on the 1-10 horny scale, sometimes the mood to write about sexy stuff just doesn’t strike.

Furthermore, there are times when I have something amazingly hot I could write about, but I want to keep the encounter private, just between me and my partner.  I know.  That sounds so anti-Kat, doesn’t it? But it really isn’t.  Surely you don’t think I’ve only had sex the number of times that I’ve posted about it, right?

So, I’m going to make an effort to support our community more in several ways – by being more consistent with my own posting, by highlighting other sex bloggers more often, and by commenting and joining in the community discussion more. If you have other ideas of how I can help, please share them.

There are people out there who are very lonely.  Single people and married people. On PWK, we reach out, specifically, to married folks who want to stay married, but are missing something in their marriages – sex, intimacy, affection. I’ve been there.  Some days I’m still there.  It’s important that we stay here for them. I want them to have somewhere to go where they can be open about what’s going on with them and know they are not alone.

And if they have chosen to seek those things outside of their marriage, they should know they are not alone in that, either.

These are things most of us can’t talk about with our friends or family.  The people we normally take our troubles to can’t hear about this, so having a community like this is important.

How can YOU be part of this community?  Read and comment, here and on other blogs with similar topics. Send in guest posts.  Share posts you like. Join the conversation on twitter (I’m @shackledkat on twitter).

The important part is to be real and not just superficial.  Most of us have to pretend enough in our regular lives.  Let’s not pretend here.

 

Nov 25 2014

Bad Girl Bloggers Award

Bad-Girls-Button-2Thanks to Lola and HH (MySexLifewithLola.com) for the awesome Bad Girl Bloggers recommendation.  It’s true.  I’m a bad girl, and a blogger.

The Bad Girl Bloggers Award was created in the spirit of recreating the blogging community we had a few years ago. So Lo and HH selected 25 of the hottest female bloggers they know to be the initial recipients of this award. To see the list (and read what these hot and sexy women have to say), click here.

Over the next week or so, I’ll be highlighting five of my favorite Bad Girl Bloggers. I know you’ll love them, too.

Wouldn’t the world be boring without bad girls?

Nov 25 2014

All Better

woman in bathtubI probably should have told you this was coming.  Those who know me knew, and those of you who wrote to me to ask where I was found out.  I’ve spent the last month preparing for and recovering from surgery. All is well now, and I almost feel like a regular person again.  Almost.

Relaxing for weeks is not my style. I’m the type who needs to keep busy.  My brain was never meant to be idle for long.  I’ve been doing some reading and finding some fun stuff for you, fellow prowlers. I’ve also been working on on my book and doing some other writing.

“But Kat,” you ask, ” If you were able to do some writing while you were recovering, why weren’t writing for us?” Excellent question.  The easy answer is that, for most of that time, I felt completely un-sexy. I prefer to be feeling a bit sexy when I write here. I know I should have updated you anyway.  I’m sorry for that.

But here we are now and we’re rolling again. Please share with your friends.  You’ll hear from me again very soon.

Oct 24 2014

SinFidelity

sheetsSinFidelity

By T-Ray Bond

 

I can still smell you here

though you’re now four-days gone

and my pillow retains your hot scent

 

If I touch crumpled sheets

in the spots that were wet

I can still feel the passion we spent

 

And the guttural sounds

ghostly notes in the air

are the climaxed moans I still hear

 

I still savor the taste

where your sweet thighs connect

and I hunger for the trap oh so near

 

Can’t believe I still feel

where your hard-nippled breasts

seared brands that labeled me yours

 

Now my longing takes charge

as it locks me in place

like a puppy that wags at the door

 

Damn these hours that pass

damn the pain I endure

damn my phone that refuses to ring

 

Is it love that I feel

or lust that consumes

while your trap continues to sting

 

-It’s this prison I’ve made-

 

Doomed to live in a glass

filled with torture and gin

since you’re home with your husband and kids

 

 

© Copyright 2014 T-Ray Bond. All rights reserved.
T-Ray Bond has granted Prowling with Kat, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.

Oct 23 2014

Hey, Red! – FFF – 10/24/14

Red“Hey, Red!  This guy wants to talk to ya.  Ya betta come over here.” Max, the bartender, shouted from across the club. No one really cared. It was almost closing time anyway.

Regina looked up from the messy drunk she was talking into one more lap dance to see who Max was talking about. The guy sitting at the bar was a tiny eel of a man.  His feet dangled from the bar stool and his wrinkled blazer looked like he’d been wearing it for days. She had no desire to give up what was likely a sure thing for an extra $50 to chit chat with the most undesirable man she’d seen all night, but if Max said she should talk to him, she knew she probably should.

Eel Man didn’t take his eyes off her as she slowly sauntered across the room. One thing was for sure.  She knew how to walk. Wearing only a black g-string and her matching 5″ black pumps, she walked deliberately, crossing each foot a little over the other with each step, making her hips swing provocatively from side to side.

When she was standing next to him, the Eel smiled showing a mouth half full of decaying teeth as he pulled a wallet out of his coat pocket.

“What a nice billfold you have there, Sir,” Regina purred. Instantly she forgot all about his teeth, his jacket, his height. He was looking better by the moment.

“My boss is outside,” he said, “and he would like some company for the rest of the evening.” He counted out twenty $100 bills and put them on the bar.

Just as she reached for the money, the Eel slammed his hand down on top of the pile. “No.  Max keeps the money until morning. You’ll be dropped off back here at 8:00 a.m. and you can pick it up then.  You trust Max, don’t you?”

Regina looked at Max and then back at the Eel. She knew she should be nervous, maybe even afraid, of such a venture, but if this guy had that kind of money, this two grand was just the beginning.  She’s have him wrapped around her finger in no time.  “Sure. Okay. Let me go get dressed and I’ll be ready to go.”

“No again,” hissed the Eel. “He was very clear that he wants you exactly as you are now.” Then he handed her an old red hoody. “You can wear this to walk out to the car, but then you give it me before you go.”

“Fine.”

She put on the hoody as she walked to the door, pulling the hood over her flame red hair as she stepped outside. The stretch limo was waiting.  As she approached it, the rear window came down and she bent just a little to look inside. The door opened.

Then she took off the hoody, handed it back to the Eel, and got in the car.

 

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This was another edition of Flash Fiction Friday!

Key Words: “what a … you have” 

Forbidden Words: riding, innocence

Word Limit: 382 words

Bonus Words: make her the corrupter (+75 words)

Extra Credit: tell about a time you corrupted someone innocent.

Visit the FFF page on The Kinky Brits site to read the other entries for this week.

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Oct 23 2014

The Dream

dreamI woke slowly to the sensation of wetness between my thighs. I remembered the dream that caused it, also causing me to wake twice during the night to satisfy the urge it awakened in me.

In my dream, it wasn’t my finger on my clit, but T’s tongue and lips, and sometimes his teeth. His arms were wrapped around my thighs and hips, holding me in place, so when it got really intense, I couldn’t move.  All I could do was shake and moan and beg for him to let me come.

Sometimes he’d let me. Usually he wouldn’t. We both loved this torturous game of pleasure denied and then forced. He’s better at it than just about anyone I’ve known.

I’d wake in the night, touch myself and come, then drift off again. In my dream, he wouldn’t let it stop at that.  He kept going until I was begging again.

I reached between my legs, half asleep and half awake, wanting the real stimulation but not wanting to lose him and the dream. After I came the last time, I felt him kiss his way up my body and kiss my lips, letting me taste myself in his mouth, his arms slipping around me and pulling me close to him.

In the safety and warmth of his arms, I allowed myself to surrender completely to my slumber again, knowing he’d be there in my dreams.

 

Oct 22 2014

Death by Natural Causes

Here is our very first official Your Stories submittal, a piece of fiction.  Be sure to share your thoughts in the comments.  Enjoy!

Death by Natural Causes

By T-Ray Bond

bulletI feel something soft against my back. I also feel a hard nipple. I’m awake enough to realize the breast and nipple set have a twin close by. Both belong to LuAnn and LuAnn belongs to Jack. Jack is not only my boss, but the biggest drug lord in town.

You can call me Mack or you can call me fucked. With LuAnn next to me, in my bed and in her birthday suit, I’m both.

“I love you, Mack.”

I roll over, she rolls on top. “This kind of love can get us killed,” I say.

“Screw him,” she says. Her hips do a dance. My rod does a standing ovation.

“Screwing him won’t get you killed; screwing me will.”

“Speaking of that.” Her thighs straddle me. My rod slips in… cancel that… my rod slams in. She slams back.

“I love you, Mack!”

Who am I to argue? I’m a killer not a debater. She begins the rhythm. I keep up as best I can. From her throaty moans, my best seems good enough. We wore ourselves out last night but it appears we’ve recovered.

My daddy; dead over five years ago, used to tell me that thinking with the little head could lead to a bullet in the big head. I heard him each time he said it, but unfortunately, my little head is deaf. Sometimes being handicapped has its advantages.

“Oh, Baby,” squeals LuAnn. She starts a strong grind. I arch my back and push my hips up. I’m an exercise machine and she’s burning calories faster than a forest fire burns trees.

My father died by natural causes. They found him in an alley with three bullets in his chest. He was a contract killer. Bullets anywhere in the body or head is pretty much death by natural causes for people in our line of work. I’d like to avoid ‘natural causes’ if possible. LuAnn humping on top of me doesn’t really support that desire.

“Baby, I’m getting there again,” whispers LuAnn. It’s a loud whisper. We’ve been ‘there’ enough times in the last eight hours to declare residency.

I feel her quiver; hear her say something less than intelligible and I look up into glazed eyes. I know what this means and I rush to finish with her. We finish in harmony, though ‘finish’ isn’t the right word. LuAnn is into her ‘little hits’ and I’m sapped from my ‘big hit’.

LuAnn soon collapses on top of me. Her breasts are moist, my chest is wet. We kiss, and the hell with morning breath.

“I love you, Mack.”

“I love you, LuAnn.”

“What are we going to do?”

“Keep doing what we’re doing.”

“What about, Jack?”

“Jack will soon be dead by natural causes,” I say.

“Are you sure?”

“That’s what my little head wants. That’s what my big head says.”

 

 

© Copyright 2014 T-Ray Bond. All rights reserved.

T-Ray Bond has granted Prowling with Kat, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.

Oct 22 2014

Your Stories – Submission Guidelines and Other Information

f_0_sexy-woman-laptop_g_320You’ve asked for it, so here it is! PWK is now accepting manuscripts for your stories about marriage, sex and infidelity. Here’s how it works:

  • You can submit true stories (in first or third person), fiction (nothing longer than 1500 words per post), and/or poetry (no more than 50 lines, please). You may submit as many manuscripts as you’d like and there is no limit on the number of pieces that can be published by a single individual. Longer fiction (more than 1500 words) can be accepted in multi-post parts.
  • Send your manuscripts as Word files (.doc) to Kat at shackledkat@gmail.com with Your Stories in the subject line. You should also submit the name or pseudonym you’d like assigned to your work and a brief one paragraph bio.  The bio is completely optional. If you’d like your writing to be posted anonymously, that’s fine, just say so.
  • Your writing will be reviewed as soon as possible and you’ll receive a reply within a week (usually sooner), notifying you if your manuscript will be published and when.
  • We can’t provide any payment for your submissions at this time.  If this changes in the future, you’ll be notified.
  • When you submit a manuscript, you are granting Prowling with Kat non-exclusive rights to the online publication of your work. That means that you can still publish it elsewhere if you choose.  PWK will retain the right to publish it here unless and until you revoke that right in writing.
  • Kat has the right to make all editorial  publication decisions based on whatever criteria she chooses. The goal is to give readers more opportunities to participate in the blog while also keeping it interesting and fun. Kat’s stories and advice will continue to appear regularly.
  • Manuscripts are welcome from man and women on almost any topic, including most fetishes.  Please keep in mind that our themes are marriage, sex, and infidelity. Absolutely NO posts involving sexual activity of any kind with children or animals.  Only adults (18+) may submit manuscripts for publication.
  • If edits are needed prior to acceptance for publication, you’ll be notified. Kat may make minor edits (typos, etc.), but you’ll be asked to make any edits that require significant modification of the text.
  • We may choose to invite all authors to participate in the publication of an anthology in the future. However, no one’s writing will be included without their written consent at that time.
  • If you have any questions at all, please feel free to send an email to shackledkat@gmail.com.

Start writing!

Oct 20 2014

International Fisting Day

FISTING-DAY-WITH-TEXT-WEB-SIZETomorrow, October 21, 2014, is the fourth annual International Fisting Day. No, I didn’t make this up, but I am delighted, as you might expect.  Those of you who have been reading for a while know that I’m a fan of fisting. Wait. I should be more accurate. I’m a fan of fisting done right, which means safely.

I’ve published several fisting stories over the past few years that you may enjoy reading on this great fisting holiday:

Delicious Irony – A Naughty Fisting Story (my personal favorite)

All Filled Up – A Naughty Story

Freshly Fucked and Fisted

Freshly Fucked and Fisted (Continued)

Double Fisting? Yowza!

 

I’ve even written a post on the hazards of fisting and the importance of fisting safely:

Gone Fisting

 

Sharing some fun fisting stories sounds like a great way to celebrate International Fisting Day, doesn’t it?  What could be better?

Well, T was texting me earlier about some play time tomorrow morning, so I thought it made sense to make him aware of the holiday.  He asked if I was making a suggestion. Would I do that?

 

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Oct 19 2014

FetLife Follies

demotivational_posters_fetlife_help_desk-s492x454-283229I decided to check in at FetLife again to spread the word about our new home here at ProwlingwithKat.com and to see if FetLife had changed from the last time I was there.

I won’t keep you waiting. No, it hasn’t.

FetLife is a great idea. It’s a social networking platform for the BDSM and fetish community. If you’ve got a fetish, you can probably find it there, along with some others who might be willing to enjoy it with you.

My issue with it has always been that there are many men there who assume way too much when they message a woman for the first or second (or third or fourth time). Being into BDSM or some fetish does not necessarily mean that you want to do it with anyone who asks.  And the idea that someone there might not be in the market for a playmate at all is unheard of, or at least it seems to be among those I’ve met there.

I was there hoping for a little chit chat – with women or men – and I found it nearly impossible to get an intelligent conversation going through the message system. Here’s an example:

Honestguy (not completely his real ID): Hi. How are you?

Kat: Are you really honest?

Honestguy: Yes, why do you ask that? (I’m thinking, Uh, does he know his name?)

Kat: Because so many are not honest.  It’s a rare quality n a person these days.

HonestGuy: That’s true but I’m not one of them.

Kat: That’s great. 🙂  What are you really looking for? (I had to ask because his profile said he was looking for a mentor/teacher, play partner, friendship, Master, Mistress, sub, slave.  I was confused, so I was seeking clarification.)

HonestGuy: I am mainly looking for a play partner.

Kat: That’s a good thing. (I really wanted to see how he would work this opportunity.)

Honestguy: Thanks…do you know someone who might be interested?

Oh. My. Gosh. Not only was this the most boring conversation I’ve had online in a long time, but he didn’t even have it in him to ask the “Wanna fuck?” question that most men have learned how to say in their sleep. Or maybe he wasn’t interested in me.  If that were the case, then why did he initiate a conversation and then fail to really converse?

My final answer was a simple, No. No, I honestly don’t know someone who might be interested in being your play partner, Honestguy.

Of the 12 messages I received in the 30 minutes or so I was hanging out on FetLife, there was only one “conversation” that was better than this.

Here’s what kills me.  I know that there’s more to FetLife than this. Dauntless and I joined about 3 years ago and he found a munch in the Sacramento area to attend right away. He found real people with real personalities.  I found Honestguy x 150.

The last message I read last night before I logged off was, “Why don’t you let me come over and let you suck my dick?”  Ugh.  (Face palm)

Sometimes I ask myself, “Did I ever find that hot and sexy? Was I ever attracted to that?” For the most part, my answer is no. However, I’ll admit to a few instances years ago when I was drunk and horny and my answer to Honestguy might have been something like, “Sure I do! Me! How soon can you get here?”

I’m so glad those days are over.

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