A random one to start you off:

Your blog sucks!
Thanks. Was that a question?

My thoughts, feelings, opinions and whining is real. My spelling is close to real although I do occasionally speel chek my posts.

But Kat, I can hear you saying, that’s not what I care about! Nobody cares about you and your whiny drama, what we care about is the dirty crazy sex you tell us about. Glad you asked and really where else would you expect the but?

Well, they’re pretty close to real. I change certain details if the truth might identify anyone involved including myself. This includes names, times, places and similar. A five star restaurant won’t turn into a McDonalds, but a Burger King might. I might write something when it happened and post it months later as though it was last night or I might find an email I wrote in gmail or stumble across my chat logs and turn it into a post months after it happened too but the important parts of the story happened.

Good enough?

This post started out as a reply to a comment on my last anal drop post but as the reply grew longer then the original post I decided it was worthy of it’s own blog entry.

Hi Kat,
PG, on September 25th, 2009 at 3:23 pm Said:
I’ve been looking for a good description or pics of the anal drop position. I am in a wheelchair and have limited mobility. My partner loves anal and I was hoping to be able to use this position but I am unsure of the specifics. Is there any information you can provide to clarify the position?

Well now you’ve discovered the challenge! The anal drop isn’t a bad position but it’s not a great first time option if you have the choice.

A couple things come to mind but I am curious, what other positions have you tried? The first that comes to mind would be laying side by side and effectively spooning? Do you have enough mobility to penetrate her that way?

Second would be a position known to porno, with you sitting in a fairly large comfortable chair, her on top of you. This one is best known for double-penetration, and isn’t the easiest either, but it might be worth considering.

As far as the anal drop goes, you lay on your back either on the floor or on a bed and she will squat over you. Depending on her size and your size and the type of surface you’re on, she’ll either be on her feet which is far less comfortable but allows her to control her position more easily or on her knees in which case she can’t move as easily but this isn’t always the most comfortable if she has any hip issues.

She has a couple challenges, holding herself in a good position and maintaining enough control to aim and control the angle isn’t the easiest thing to do although with a bit of practice it’s not that difficult. More importantly it’s very difficult to control your anal muscles in this position, consider practicing with toys first to help her relax.

On the plus side of the anal drop, win or lose you get an excellent view and reasonably convenient access to most of her body… So take advantage of it!

I got a call one morning that said my possession date was in 30 days and I needed to come sign some paperwork releasing the deposit and confirming the mortgage with the bank. For some reason that was never explained to my satisfaction I had to come in personally to sign the paperwork, I couldn’t have my lawyer notarize the agreements, this had to be done in person at their notary. Fine I think, I’m annoyed but I’ll make the best of it, who am I to argue with a really great excuse to go visit twin, right?

So I call twin and tell her the news, and hop in my car and start the all too familiar drive. It’s a beautiful drive through the mountains and except for some ongoing construction it always goes quickly, and I still love my car enough that I don’t really mind the drive anyway, but this time I just couldn’t get there fast enough.

It took virtually no time at all at the realtor’s office, just a couple quick signatures and I was done, I went straight to twin’s house to pick her up, I get to her house, no answer on her phone, so I ring the doorbell. Her mother opens the door, tells me I’m not welcome and slams the door in my face. I’m seriously confused now, start to phone twin again and get a text, she’s down the street and wants me to pick her up. When I get there I can tell that she’s been crying, a state that quickly resumes.

She wouldn’t tell me anything, but did agree to come check in with me at my hotel. We made it to the hotel room, I talked her into laying down on the bed with me and she finally tells me what is going on; her parents have given an ultimatum, stay with her family or move in at my place and basically her entire family won’t ever talk to her again.

Apparently they’d managed to figure out that we were more then just friends (not that we’d been hiding anything, but we weren’t flaunting either), and a bit of church intervention later and suddenly this was an end-of-the-world situation.

We talked about it for hours and let me say that I don’t blame her at all, she made the choice to stay with her family and I honestly can’t blame her. We were perhaps more then just friends but neither of us wanted to settle down, and I’m not looking to play mommy either. It’s not like I’d be around all that much either, so she’d be all alone most of the time.

I’m not sure I handled it as well as I’d have liked, but in my defense I was pretty much caught off-guard by the whole thing, I dropped twin off at home again an started the long drive home.

To be continued…

Things with her parents got a bit rocky and twin starts thinking about a roommate just so that she can move out sooner; she’s working as a waitress in a bar that is technically two cities over from where she lives, but she’s making decent enough money that with tips she’ll be able to handle renting a place.

Out of the blue I get this call from a realtor, one of the places we looked at has dropped their prices substantially and I start to have this inkling of an idea.

The more I think about my idea the better it sounds, I tell twin that one of those dreamy condos we looked at is going to be coming up for rent in a couple months, and that if she takes on a roommate I’ll co-sign the lease and make sure she gets the place. The unit we’re talking about is this beautiful three bedroom apartment that has more then enough space for twin and a roommate to have their own space plus a nursery for when the time comes, she wouldn’t have to worry about crazy high rent or going insane living with her parents, her parents were close enough to visit easily (they both work closer to this condo then to their home too) but not so close as to drop by unannounced every weekend, it was perfect!

So I’m out visiting, I came into town a few hours earlier then twin knew about to go see the realtor with my mortgage preapproval done so that we can talk price, a couple of the numbers weren’t quite what I’d been told but we managed to work out something fairly reasonable, so I tucked the paperwork into my bag, and headed for twin’s house.

Twin had a birthday BBQ for some family member that afternoon, I’d been invited but when I called to tell her I was in town she asked me if I could amuse myself for the afternoon and pick her up that evening, she wanted to go to a hotel rather then staying at her parents’ place. Even though I hadn’t told twin about my idea yet I somehow found myself driving back and forth between the realtor’s office and my bank, each trip because one side or the other forgot about some little detail, but the branch manager stayed after hours to work out the last couple details and before I even saw twin that night I had put down deposit, just a bit more paperwork to finish to put through the mortgage but there was no rush, the possession date which wasn’t for a few weeks anyway.

That night when we got together I think I started to have an idea that she was in a bad mood but that might be hindsight talking, but whatever it was or wasn’t it disappeared almost instantly when I told her about what I’d done, she was literally jumping up and down and screaming in joy and insisted on driving over immediately even though all we could do was look at the unit from the outside.

We spent all of our time together, didn’t even see her family once, but eventually it was time for me to head out. As had turned into our custom, I didn’t get on the road until 7pm instead of the planned 7am start, but the plan was more of a running joke, we both knew what was on the agenda, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t worth it.

To be continued…

So the most obvious question is this: Where have I been? Well, my life has been a bit of a roller-coaster over the last few months and I’ve decided to share some of it here.

I’ve talked about a few pieces with a few people but I don’t really think anyone knows the whole story end to end yet, and I’m feeling like I might ramble a little longer then usual, so if you’re just here to read up on me being a slut, come back in 4-5 postings, mmmkay?

It all started many moons ago with this new friend of mine, we’ll call her twin. Why twin? Well, mostly because she looks like me and after people asked if we’re twins for the third or fourth time, the nick name just started to stick.

She’s not quite my usual type as far as kink goes, in fact she’s borderline vanilla but mostly she’s just shy although I did discover that it only takes one reasonably large glass of wine to bring some of her anal tendencies out so in the end we do seem to find ways to amuse each other. Oh and she has these amazingly delicious lips that suck me in and I can lose hours kissing and tonguing her.

She’s not a bad kisser either.

We got into this habit of going out for dinner somewhere upscale every Sunday night, the evening would always start with us looking for ways to add a gothic twist to an otherwise classy looking outfit and either wearing almost identical clothes or clothing that had a ying/yang complementary opposite. Sure, she wasn’t gothy but she did enjoy the look. We were always looking for new and interesting restaurants, generally places that were just a little classier then either of us normal frequent, and we usually managed to turn a few heads without just looking slutty.

One night we went out and she ordered ginger ale. Some of you might know where this is going just from that one act, but for those who haven’t figured it out, this meant some big news!

Once it was established that daddy won’t be in the picture, she was understandably freaked out uncomfortable about the whole single mom thing, and so she decided to move to be closer to her family, the plan was to live with her parents for a couple months while she looked for a job and saved up enough money to rent a place and to start a new life. It’s only about a 10 hour drive so I thought what the heck, I’d drive her out and help her get settled, and since she sold her car I offered to help her out looking for places available for rent to get an idea of the lay of the land and a feel for areas she likes and doesn’t like and prices and all that good stuff.

So anyway, the rental market wasn’t great and although we looked at a bunch of places nothing in her price range seemed to click, although we did find a couple beautiful places that were way out of her budget, but hey, nothing wrong with a dream, right?

So we’re spending our last Saturday together with a perfectly logical plan to turn in early, go for breakfast together then I drive home. Seemed like a good idea at the time, although somehow turning in early turned into “right after a movie” followed by “right after another movie” and then we got to talking and ordered a pizza before realizing it’s 3am, but with a pizza on the way we still couldn’t go to bed. Around 10:30 in the morning it was decided that I was far too tired to make a 10 hour drive, so we set the alarm for 1pm and snuggled up in bed ready, expecting to fall asleep before our heads hit the pillows.

Now dear reader, if you’ve ever had a lover move away you’ll completely understand my annoyance at having to pull myself from between her legs to make that most terrible of buzzers be silent at 1. If I wasn’t in any shape for a 10 hour drive at 10:30am I certainly wasn’t any readier to make the trip after two and a half hours of mutual fun, so we finally actually went to sleep.

Around 7pm I was dressed and ready to hit the road, by 8pm we said goodbye and hugged and kissed goodbye. By 8:45 I was on the road and life was good…

To be continued…

I was planning a whole long post while I was out but once I made it to my keyboard the words just aren’t coming out. Maybe later?

No idea why, just woke up a couple days ago in a ton of pain, and without having done anything fun to earn it either, at least as far as I know. I was at least smart enough to take yesterday off of work, which should give everyone an idea of how much my back hurts. Last night I tried the drugged up approach, I found a Oxycodone (read: percocet) in my travel bag from when I was in the hospital after the crash a couple years ago, that at least helped me feel less like snapping my spinal column to stop the pain, but I still don’t think I got any sleep at all last night.

Even worse is that since I feel like I can barely walk I haven’t exactly been out jogging and these days jogging is about my only release, so I’m wound up and ready to strike.

While this might not be an exciting post, at least it might explain why I’m grouchy (see my last post) and ignoring my email, sorry to anyone who’s head I’ve bitten off, I’ll be nice again when I’m feeling better so say hi again once you get your head reattached. Maybe.

Okay okay, maybe I’m just whining because I’m in a bad mood, but mid-40s-guys out there, tell me something: Are you actually having success picking up 20-something girls in the grocery store? Is it just that you know that eventually all women need to buy food so why not try your chances?

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not really picky about age, I don’t even mind the shy type, but come on, cheesy pickup lines don’t work any better when you’re 40 and balding then 18 and stupid. Okay okay, full confession, I happen to think it’s somewhere between endearing and cute and if you’re shy with even a hint at dry wit or sarcastic humour, I like a bit of maturity (or at least dislike immaturity, anyway), so say hi damn near anywhere but when I’m shopping, mmmkay?

See, maybe this is my “I just want to be different from other girls” talking, but when I go grocery shopping I want to get in, get my stuff and get out. Now don’t get me wrong, I’ll be an hour longer then I planned and usually a hundred dollars with of stuff more then I planned (hey, I am still a woman) before I get out, but still, I just want to get my stuff and leave.

I’ve tried ignoring anyone and everyone around, I’ve tried looking intently like I have a mission, I’ve tried ignoring people completely, I’ve tried politely answering and walking away, I’ve tried being downright unpleasant. I even tried white iPod headphones with my hair in a pony-tail hoping that maybe they would give the clue that I’m not paying attention, but no such luck.