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HonorableRogue said:
Moving yes (and nicely) K. :kiss: But I afraid I'll have to dicker with you over right along. More like wrong along. :( It's Tuesday and you left your top on despite the well accepted theme. Then you posted a thong shot (albeit a mouth watering thong shot) well before Thursday. At least you're properly dressed to receive the motivation to correct your behavior.

So as they say "Assume the position!" ;) :devil:

Cheers :kiss:
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Oh, sweet Rogue, the rules don't apply to me. :kiss:
 
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This one right here...yeah, that one does it for me. :D:devil:
 
Kittyscave said:
Moving right along...

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That should be moving right down, not along. Because that's where my hand is going to disappear inside those panties.

I fully agree that no one can be submissive 100% of the time. My lady friend although by her nature, wants to please me all the time, I know that there are times when I have to fulfil her needs. Like you she has times where she needs to be held, to be cuddled and for me to look after her. She needs reassurance that she is loved for who she is, as a person, not my submissive. She also like you will tease and annoy me, but does know when to stop.
 
Kittyscave said:
Thank you, gentlemen, for the comments and pm's. As always, you do wonders for my self-confidence. :heart:

At the risk of biting the hands that feed me (although I sense some of you might enjoy that), I want to address an issue that has surfaced enough times now that I feel I should say something.

I truly adore receiving pm's and it's the most flattering thing in the universe for someone to write a story for me or share a fantasy. I've noticed an interesting phenomenon, though. Quite often, the pm/fantasy/story is geared toward what the writer presumes I am interested in or would like based on my profile and the thoughts I share here.

I definitely appreciate the sentiment behind that. You all are caring, giving, wonderful men. I feel a little demanding, in a way then, making this request. Nonetheless, I feel I must encourage you to just be yourself with me. Be authentic. What you get from me (now that I posted on the chubby tummies thread, anyway) is genuine. The pics may be the most flattering, but they are authentic.

BTW - I am a freaking clinical psychologist. I won't always know when you're not being yourself, but I am likely to sense when you are writing for me rather than giving me your true nature. It honestly turns me on to know what YOU fantasize about and how YOU would want to interact with me. There is always something a little stilted in writing intended to appeal to me. Again, let me reiterate - I am flattered by the place in your heart (or loins) from whence this comes. I'll just be more enthused by and receptive to honesty.

And, for the record, I'm not all about submission 100% of the time. When I came home from the funeral the other day, I just wanted to be held. When I'm in a good mood, I want to annoy and tease you by kissing all over you and bothering you when you try to watch a game or work. I am a woman, after all, it's not in my nature to be predictable.

Finally, I'm past playing games. They are exhausting and life is short. I'm not likely to meet, much less hook-up, with you. On the rare occasions I have, it's because the stars aligned and I sensed a true honesty and trustworthiness in the men I met and had known for some time. I might not find someone sexually compatible (and this is usually NOT because of looks) for whatever chemistry-related reason. But, if I sense they shoot-straight with me, I like them. We become friends. Friends who talk about sex, too. I find that invaluable. It's fantastic to have men with whom I can talk objectively about intimate stuff. I sure as heck don't have that irl.

So, please, please, please... if you choose to interact with me, drop the facade. I'm not Miss America. You don't have to impress me. Be yourself. :heart:

:kiss:
K
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Interesting...so you are not Miss America?
 
Just a thought from this evening

Look at you lying there watching tv. Propped up on your arm, in your own little world. Every now and then letting out a moan of satisfaction or groan of disappointment over some nice/failed play. I honest to goodness could not care less about whatever sport has you so engrossed. But, I care about you. I care very much about your shirtless chest, the baggy shorts, your shoulders…

Yet, you have absolutely no idea I exist at this moment. Completely oblivious to my staring at you, drinking you in. I laugh a bit over how I could make off with everything you own and you wouldn’t know until the game was over. And, probably still not until you needed to go to work and realized your car was gone.

Anyhow, I enjoy seeing you relaxed. But, I enjoy you more. So, this can’t continue.

Slowly, I creep up behind you and slide my hands down your chest and kiss your neck. You kiss my hand in a perfunctory fashion to appease me and return to the screen. But, I will not be dismissed so easily. Instead, I encircle your nipples with my nails and continue kissing your neck. You continue to ignore me.

Challenge accepted.

I move around in front of you, on the floor. I wouldn’t dare block the screen, so I settle in just in front of your stomach. I lightly graze my nails across your chest. My eyes stay fixed on yours and I am, of course smiling. You are not yet fazed by my actions, but I know you’ll soon be either turned on or annoyed enough to encourage me, for my own good, to go shopping. Either way, I’ll get a rise out of you.

My fingertips and nails work their way circling down to the waistband of your loose black athletic shorts. I don’t want to tickle you, so I flatten my hand against your skin and slide just an inch or so under them, rubbing your abdomen. I like the way you feel. I want to kiss your chest. As you adjust just a bit, unconsciously opening yourself to me, I kiss your nipples and encircle them with my tongue. I hear a soft moan and continue to kiss and trail my tongue down your chest across your stomach. I kiss your navel and slide my hands under your waistband.

“Katherine…” your voice trails off and I’m not sure if you want me to stop or continue. It doesn’t matter to me either way, really.

My hands slide inside your shorts and pull the front down just enough to continue kissing you where the shorts used to rest. You’re not wearing any underwear and I smile to myself at the realization. As you become semi-erect, I remove my hands from the top and slide them up the legs of your shorts. After stroking your thighs while kissing your abdomen, I reach up from the inside and pull down your shorts. You are cooperative enough to lift your ass up off the couch momentarily. My kisses trail down the thigh resting on the couch as you move to fold your top leg and rest it against the back cushions.

I’ll take that as an invitation.

In fact, I’ll move myself down between your legs on the couch and slide your balls into my mouth. How can you still not move!? You are one aggravatingly obstinate man. But, I’ll show you. Your balls slip into my warm mouth, one at a time as my hands stroke your now fully erect cock. Slowly I graze my nails up your shaft as my teeth slide gently along your sac. I smile to myself as you moan. I’m back on top.

My mouth envelopes your balls as my nails trace along the bulging head of your member. I think you like the way my tongue plays against them in the warm confines of my mouth. But, I want more.

Once more, my teeth graze your most sensitive area as I move up the length of your shaft guided by my tongue. It rolls across your tip and I take your head into my mouth. Rolling you just across my lips, my tongue flicks across the top tasting your precum.

I think you’re beginning to lose focus on the game. Concentrate stubborn man or I’m bound to get the better of you.

My mouth takes you in. Slowly. So, very, very painfully slowly. A millimeter at a time as my tongue explore the smallest facets of your cock. As you begin to twitch, I finally find myself at your base. My lips tighten around you and I begin to suck and move equally slowly back up. The friction must feel exquisite. But, you are a rock, in more ways than one.

At the top I suck harder, but I don’t want you to pop out. Instead, I roll my mouth around your head, humming lightly. The vibrations make you twitch more. I love that. Slowly again, back down to your base. This time my tongue plays against your taut skin feeling the smoothness as you slip down my throat. Back up, my seal around you tight.

As I pick up speed, I feel the need to feel your balls again. My hand slips down to cup you as I begin a faster up-down motion on your manhood. I love the moment when I feel them draw up. Tightening my hold on your cock, I massage your balls and move faster. Faster, still. And then, your hand is on my head, pushing me down, holding me there.

Then it happens. You begin shooting streams of hot cum. I loosen my grip and let some of it dribble out so I don’t gag. When you relax momentarily preparing for the next shot, I move my mouth up so I can breathe and use my hand to ensure you finish properly. Once you do, I lick you clean, wipe the cum off your stomach with my t-shirt, and leave you to the remainder of the game.

I win.
 
Kittyscave said:
Thank you, gentlemen, for the comments and pm's. As always, you do wonders for my self-confidence. :heart:

At the risk of biting the hands that feed me (although I sense some of you might enjoy that), I want to address an issue that has surfaced enough times now that I feel I should say something.

I truly adore receiving pm's and it's the most flattering thing in the universe for someone to write a story for me or share a fantasy. I've noticed an interesting phenomenon, though. Quite often, the pm/fantasy/story is geared toward what the writer presumes I am interested in or would like based on my profile and the thoughts I share here.

I definitely appreciate the sentiment behind that. You all are caring, giving, wonderful men. I feel a little demanding, in a way then, making this request. Nonetheless, I feel I must encourage you to just be yourself with me. Be authentic. What you get from me (now that I posted on the chubby tummies thread, anyway) is genuine. The pics may be the most flattering, but they are authentic.

BTW - I am a freaking clinical psychologist. I won't always know when you're not being yourself, but I am likely to sense when you are writing for me rather than giving me your true nature. It honestly turns me on to know what YOU fantasize about and how YOU would want to interact with me. There is always something a little stilted in writing intended to appeal to me. Again, let me reiterate - I am flattered by the place in your heart (or loins) from whence this comes. I'll just be more enthused by and receptive to honesty.

And, for the record, I'm not all about submission 100% of the time. When I came home from the funeral the other day, I just wanted to be held. When I'm in a good mood, I want to annoy and tease you by kissing all over you and bothering you when you try to watch a game or work. I am a woman, after all, it's not in my nature to be predictable.

Finally, I'm past playing games. They are exhausting and life is short. I'm not likely to meet, much less hook-up, with you. On the rare occasions I have, it's because the stars aligned and I sensed a true honesty and trustworthiness in the men I met and had known for some time. I might not find someone sexually compatible (and this is usually NOT because of looks) for whatever chemistry-related reason. But, if I sense they shoot-straight with me, I like them. We become friends. Friends who talk about sex, too. I find that invaluable. It's fantastic to have men with whom I can talk objectively about intimate stuff. I sure as heck don't have that irl.

So, please, please, please... if you choose to interact with me, drop the facade. I'm not Miss America. You don't have to impress me. Be yourself. :heart:

:kiss:
K
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Maybe the guys that write you fantasies geared towards you, think that that is the best way to get you to respond. This statement from you will hopefully get them to start being more honest in their writing.
 
Kittyscave said:
Look at you lying there watching tv. Propped up on your arm, in your own little world. Every now and then letting out a moan of satisfaction or groan of disappointment over some nice/failed play. I honest to goodness could not care less about whatever sport has you so engrossed. But, I care about you. I care very much about your shirtless chest, the baggy shorts, your shoulders…

Yet, you have absolutely no idea I exist at this moment. Completely oblivious to my staring at you, drinking you in. I laugh a bit over how I could make off with everything you own and you wouldn’t know until the game was over. And, probably still not until you needed to go to work and realized your car was gone.

Anyhow, I enjoy seeing you relaxed. But, I enjoy you more. So, this can’t continue.

Slowly, I creep up behind you and slide my hands down your chest and kiss your neck. You kiss my hand in a perfunctory fashion to appease me and return to the screen. But, I will not be dismissed so easily. Instead, I encircle your nipples with my nails and continue kissing your neck. You continue to ignore me.

Challenge accepted.

I move around in front of you, on the floor. I wouldn’t dare block the screen, so I settle in just in front of your stomach. I lightly graze my nails across your chest. My eyes stay fixed on yours and I am, of course smiling. You are not yet fazed by my actions, but I know you’ll soon be either turned on or annoyed enough to encourage me, for my own good, to go shopping. Either way, I’ll get a rise out of you.

My fingertips and nails work their way circling down to the waistband of your loose black athletic shorts. I don’t want to tickle you, so I flatten my hand against your skin and slide just an inch or so under them, rubbing your abdomen. I like the way you feel. I want to kiss your chest. As you adjust just a bit, unconsciously opening yourself to me, I kiss your nipples and encircle them with my tongue. I hear a soft moan and continue to kiss and trail my tongue down your chest across your stomach. I kiss your navel and slide my hands under your waistband.

“Katherine…” your voice trails off and I’m not sure if you want me to stop or continue. It doesn’t matter to me either way, really.

My hands slide inside your shorts and pull the front down just enough to continue kissing you where the shorts used to rest. You’re not wearing any underwear and I smile to myself at the realization. As you become semi-erect, I remove my hands from the top and slide them up the legs of your shorts. After stroking your thighs while kissing your abdomen, I reach up from the inside and pull down your shorts. You are cooperative enough to lift your ass up off the couch momentarily. My kisses trail down the thigh resting on the couch as you move to fold your top leg and rest it against the back cushions.

I’ll take that as an invitation.

In fact, I’ll move myself down between your legs on the couch and slide your balls into my mouth. How can you still not move!? You are one aggravatingly obstinate man. But, I’ll show you. Your balls slip into my warm mouth, one at a time as my hands stroke your now fully erect cock. Slowly I graze my nails up your shaft as my teeth slide gently along your sac. I smile to myself as you moan. I’m back on top.

My mouth envelopes your balls as my nails trace along the bulging head of your member. I think you like the way my tongue plays against them in the warm confines of my mouth. But, I want more.

Once more, my teeth graze your most sensitive area as I move up the length of your shaft guided by my tongue. It rolls across your tip and I take your head into my mouth. Rolling you just across my lips, my tongue flicks across the top tasting your precum.

I think you’re beginning to lose focus on the game. Concentrate stubborn man or I’m bound to get the better of you.

My mouth takes you in. Slowly. So, very, very painfully slowly. A millimeter at a time as my tongue explore the smallest facets of your cock. As you begin to twitch, I finally find myself at your base. My lips tighten around you and I begin to suck and move equally slowly back up. The friction must feel exquisite. But, you are a rock, in more ways than one.

At the top I suck harder, but I don’t want you to pop out. Instead, I roll my mouth around your head, humming lightly. The vibrations make you twitch more. I love that. Slowly again, back down to your base. This time my tongue plays against your taut skin feeling the smoothness as you slip down my throat. Back up, my seal around you tight.

As I pick up speed, I feel the need to feel your balls again. My hand slips down to cup you as I begin a faster up-down motion on your manhood. I love the moment when I feel them draw up. Tightening my hold on your cock, I massage your balls and move faster. Faster, still. And then, your hand is on my head, pushing me down, holding me there.

Then it happens. You begin shooting streams of hot cum. I loosen my grip and let some of it dribble out so I don’t gag. When you relax momentarily preparing for the next shot, I move my mouth up so I can breathe and use my hand to ensure you finish properly. Once you do, I lick you clean, wipe the cum off your stomach with my t-shirt, and leave you to the remainder of the game.

I win.
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I would love a distraction like this as I watch sports.
 
Good morning sexy people!

I thought up the short fantasy story I penned before bedtime while in the bath last night. It was a very enjoyable evening.

:kiss:
K

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Kittyscave said:
Good morning sexy people!

I thought up the short fantasy story I penned before bedtime while in the bath last night. It was a very enjoyable evening.

:kiss:
K

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Lovely nipple peaks through the bubbles. Or should I say peeks?
 
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