The "Fight" Is On

TDH and I often talk tough to each other. Since he's got some considerable size over me, he gets a real kick out of how I always claim to be able to "take him" should the two of us ever have a fight. And by "fight" we both mean more along the lines of a wrestling match, the likes of which will lead to some ramped up sex. We've talked about having this fight for ages, but so far have never had enough time to actually have it. That's probably because when we are alone together, we jump right into the sex :)
Ah well, the following is a conversation we had via text this morning:

I want to have a physical fight with you...
Oh yeah? Too bad I'd totally own you ;)
You would not! I'm tough! But it would be fun...
It would be fun! But honestly, you're fiesty and all, but you're little...I will so own you :) You'll be all squirmy, but that's about it...
Size isn't always the most important thing though, grasshopper. I'd at least like the chance to try!
A chance you will get, little one :)
You're such a big talker - I'd cause trouble though.
Maybe, but if things are not going well I'll just pick you up, sling you over my shoulder, and walk. Not much you can do up there...
LOL! It's on baby! Keep teasing me like that you'll get a fight for sure!
You mean a mini Katiecat squirm? ;)
You just keep it up mister, I'll surprise you yet! I can kick your ass...
Yeah maybe, but the problem with kicking is that you have to be right-side up, and on the ground, lol.
I'm not worried - I'll just never let myself get in a position where you can pick me up like that.
I'll just grab your arm, pull you close, bear hug you, and flip you upside down. Easy!
Oh, like it's just that easy!
Actually, it kind of is...
Oh, whatever TDH, you'll see!
So will you...and the world will look upside down to you :)

Would anyone not want to fight with this man?

No Smoke Break For Me, But a Sex Break is Fine

Last Friday TDH had the day off.

I knew he was home alone working in his garage, and that he would probably be looking all types of sexy-man-working-on-macho-rough-guy-type-things gorgeous, so naturally I began the morning thinking about him. As on most days, he had talked to me on my drive to work, then had continued to text me throughout the morning.

As was to be expected, by lunch I was turned on beyond all rational thought, and was trying to think of ways to be able to see him.

You should know, I work halfway across the city from where he lives, which is no quick drive, even without rush hour.

Around 1 o'clock he texted that he was going inside to take a quick shower and then was planning on tidying up the house before starting to make dinner. He made mention of the fact that he was wishing I was there, and that he would love to walk out of the bathroom and see me on his bed.

I restrained myself from jumping in my car and heading over there - I had work to do.

But then when he texted a while later, saying that his shower was done and that he was wearing this certain t-shirt that I love, I couldn't resist anymore. I grabbed my keys and purse, jumped in the elevator, got in my car, and drove like a woman possessed for his house - but I didn't tell him I was coming.

About 3 minutes before I got there I sent him a quick text saying "Too bad I couldn't come over to distract you for a quick break, I miss your lips." He texted back with "Where are you?!?!" I gave him his answer about 2 minutes later when I knocked on his door.

He opened the door, bust into a huge grin, said "hi", shut the door behind me, and I tackled him. Kissing, groping, arms around his neck, wanting to undo his jeans but telling myself that I didn't have time for anything besides a quick kiss. But if wasn't long before he had me pinned up against the wall, my pants undone, one leg up and on his hip, and I was undoing his belt.

He pulled me over to the couch, demanded "Get your panties off!" to which I happily obliged, and then he pushed me down and slid himself into me. After several moments of us moving together, him kissing me, and biting his way up and down my legs, he was telling me he was going to cum, but as soon as he said it I hissed "Don't you dare!" and pushed him off me.

I made him sit on the couch, then straddled him, lowering myself down onto his cock, while he let his head fall back and let out a long, low "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck Kate."

Riding him like that is my absolute favorite position, and I was screaming with an orgasm in record-time. A moment later he bit his lip, then thrust so hard that he pushed me up off the couch, and I was balanced on his cock, my legs hanging over his hips.

His orgasm lasted almost an entire minute, him shuddering and holding me tighter and tighter. I love when he finishes like that. The more we have sex, the more intense his orgasms become, lasting a little longer each time. He tells me he has never finished with his wife that way - and I take great happiness and accomplishment in that.

After a quick clean-up I was back at his front door, where he bent down to my face and thanked me for making him take a break. A soft kiss and a big hug later I was back on the city streets, hauling my ass back to work.

When I walked in, no one said anything or asked where I was.

That won't be the last time for a visit like that :)

To Steal a Lyric From Madonna...

...I fall deeper and deeper the further I go.

For all of you that have been where I am, and knew better, I guess I've learned my lesson. TDH and I are back in the thick of things - why didn't I listen to all you smart people? LOL.

So we decided to call it quits at the beginning of March. I think that lasted about a month? Somewhere around there? I don't even remember.

We were doing pretty well, seeing each other once or twice a week, always in a public place, so that we'd have to at least try and behave. Nothing physical happened during that time, besides the hug we would always give each other when we were saying goodbye.

Then one afternoon he called me spur of the moment and said he was going to be in my part of the city, and could I meet for coffee? It just so happened that I had a couple hours free that afternoon, so I jumped in my car and headed to meet him. We spent nearly two hours grinning at each other, flirting, talking about anything and everything, then headed out to our respective cars to head home. Just when I was turning to hug goodbye, he asked if he could jump in my car with me for a moment, so we could get out of the snow. I said sure, and we jumped in where I cranked the heat.

He asked me to give him a hug, which I did. Then we chit-chatted for a moment, then he asked for another hug - this time he held me a little longer, and I could feel his face turn to bury his nose in my hair, and inhale my perfume. I pulled away and said "Hey! You're not supposed to be doing that!" in a mock-scolding voice. He told me he knew that, and that he was sorry. And then I reminded him that it was him who always decided what we were doing was wrong, not me, and that I was just trying to help him stick to his decision.

He grinned at me, and we started talking again. Soon he said he had to go, and leaned forward to hug me one more time. But instead, he took my face in his hands, pulled me close to him, and gave me the softest, most knee-buckling kiss I've ever received. When he pulled away, he said "Thanks for coming to meet me! You should call me once I'm in my car."

Would you believe that I was actually sitting there with my mouth open? I thought that kind of shock only happened in the movies, but I literally couldn't do anything but stare after him. It took me a couple minutes to blink, close my mouth, and realize that it was time to drive home.

I vaguely remember calling him and asking what the hell that had been about, when he said "I don't know. I was just sitting across from you today, and wondering how one person could be so beautiful, and I just couldn't help myself."

Well. Alright then.

That one kiss led to a tirade of dirty pictures being send back and forth, but past that, and the occasional kiss or quick cop-a-feel, we didn't physically go any farther.

We had more than one conversation in person and over messenger where I asked him if he knew what he was doing. I repeatedly asked him if I decided to cut him from my life, if he'd be able to get over me. I know him, and I know that it's only a matter of time before his guilt starts to bother him again, and then things will get weird, and then I'll be sad...you know, that old vicious circle. I just keep thinking, maybe if we cut if off completely, he'll be able to move on, and I can quit being the cause of so much of his stress.

But I finally quit suggesting it after every time I brought it up I was met with panic and pleading and confessions that no matter how much I cut myself off from him, he would still be in love with me.

I must say though, this time around things seem to be better. I'm trying to be more relaxed about it all. We've all but cut out our "I love you's", as they've been replaced with "I like you's", which, to both of us, means love anyways. We once had a conversation about the whole like/love topic, and we both decided that while you may love people, you don't necessarily have to love them, so that when you say like, you mean much more. Our convoluted thought process is fucked, what can I say?

We've had a discussion about him talking about his wife, and though I said that I'll listen when he feels the need to talk about her - as I talk about SH once in a while - sometimes I'm just not up for it.

It's funny - maybe that break was what we needed. Since we've had it, he seems to be the one who can't get enough, who misses me almost instantly, who impatiently waits for me to call him every day, who is always wanting more, more, more. And I do feel that way, I'm just trying to keep it more reigned in this time - it makes a girl feel good to be wanted :)

My First Hate Comment

In regards to my last post...

Wow. How much bullshit is this blog???? A lot!

Aside from YOU, who would possibly empathize with you? You are most unlikeable and your story doesn't ring true. That's why there's no new entries---and who would believe your past entries anyway?

I was late in joining your blog---I followed the herd of those not getting laid, who will cling to the story of anyone, such as yourself. Sad all around.

I hope you get caught.

Sigh.

Just out of curiosity "TippyToes," if you think I've made up all my past posts, how, pray tell, would I be able to get caught?

Yeah. Smooth move.

If I made it all up, there's no one to catch me.

But I will address something you've said - there have been no new posts. Agreed. My reason for that is that I've fallen back into the relationship with TDH, and had no idea how to write about it. Even though most people would be totally within their rights to say "Told you so!", I didn't really want to hear it.

So there you have it. The affair is back on. I'll be back soon with details.

And just as a side note, I've never made up one single detail on this blog - what would be the point? No one knows me anyway, so what would I have to gain?

How Do I Get Myself INTO These Situations?

Oh right - by flirting.

Fuckity.

As if the TDH situation isn't enough of a challenge for me, I seem to have gotten myself into another mess. A really doozy.

Allow me to set the stage: I work in a very male-populated industry. It does me well to lay on the female charm with some of my clients (and no, I'm not some sort of escort - I work in a big office building downtown, for a great big company), and thus far, it's always gotten me what I needed. I win people over, close deals, and use my soft, giggly voice to smooth things over on the phone.

Alright, so I've got this one client - about 52, the CEO of his company, married, halfway across the country, loves to flirt back, is intelligent, and funny. Essentially, if I was about 17 years older, he'd be quite the catch.

I've been dealing with him for about 4 years now, and though we work well together, and always get things done, our emails back and forth to each other have always been somewhat flirtatious. About a year ago, I had to send him some files when we were both at home, so we inadvertently exchanged personal email addresses. He emailed me out of the blue one day, asking if that was okay, and I said it was fine.

Since then we've exchanged the occasional personal email, never overly flirty, until about 3 months ago, when he sent me a drunken message. In this email he began telling me how he thinks about me sometimes and how he loves the sexy glint in my eye in the one picture I had sent him of DD and I right after she was born. It wasn't anything too far, but still, I didn't know how to respond, so I didn't.

Fast forward to 2 weeks ago. He emails again, asking how I've been, and apologizing for his previous email. I write back, tell him it's great to hear from him, and that I'm a big girl and I can handle it, but that I was surprised for all of that to come to light. I mean, we had just been flirting all these years, after all.

He writes back. Whoa. He listed everything he loved about me, said that even though it didn't start with a physical attraction, he definitely has a thing for me. He loves my laugh, the sound of my voice, the way he can hear me smiling on the other end of the phone, how I love to banter with him in emails, how I'm so smart, and my sense of humour...and then says that he thinks about the day we'll meet. (It's inevitable really, because he sometimes has business here.) He wants to take me out to some incredible restaurant...and that even though he knows we're both married, he can't help but think about what he wants to happen after dinner...

(Those were all his words, by the way.)

THEN he says that he's flying to Vancouver in May, and just for the sake of conversation, what would I do if he sent me a plane ticket to meet him there?!?

Oh.My.God.

So, I panicked, and emailed him back trying to gently tell him that while I was incredibly flattered at his email, I thought he was crazy. I said that I enjoyed our messages, and that he was fun...but we had better rein things in a little. And I said that though I'm sure Vancouver would be fun, I thought it best not to risk any trouble we may get into.

I was trying to let him down, without letting him down.

That failed. Epically.

He sent me another email where he had taken everything I'd said and turned it around to make it sound like I would love to meet up with him, and it seemed as though we were "on the same page" with what we wanted.

Um...what?

So now, I'm sitting here with this open reply box, which I've been looking at for two days, unsure of exactly what to write. Obviously I need to clear things up quickly, but I do love to work with him, and I would hate to jeopardize the relationship we have...oooooh Kate, this is a delicate line.

I Want

I want to feel small to you, so that I have to look up to see your face, and that when you want to hug me properly you almost have to stoop. I want you to have to tilt my face up to you for a kiss, while you bend your head down to reach my lips.

I want you to have large, strong hands. I don't care if they're rough to the touch, because I know that when I feel them dance across my skin, they will turn silken and smooth.

When I'm tired, or scared, I want to bury my face in your chest and feel your arms envelope me. I want to feel safe there, as if you would never let anything hurt me.

I want you to kiss me like my breath is the only thing keeping you alive. Like you need me to breathe; like I'm your lifeline.

I want you to get lost in my eyes, with an intensity that makes me want to look away, but not be able to. Like if you look harder, you can find everything you ever wanted in the windows to my soul.

I want you to play with me, tease me, wrestle me, tickle me. I want to put up a fight, but have you pin me down, so that I know you're in control, and to finally succumb to you.

I want you to pick my brain, make me laugh, make me think, make me work. Devour me, so that you know me inside and out.

I want you to feast upon my flesh and my mind alike, but have it never quite be enough.

Be insatiable. Like I am for you.

And I Thought I Was Ballsy

By way of lightening the mood around here, I've decided to write about something that both flattered me, and gave me a really good giggle when I needed it.

SH and I had made plans one Friday night to meet for dinner after work. We picked a place downtown, so I wouldn't have to drive too far, and he decided to get there a little before me to ensure we got in.

When I got there, my husband stood up to greet me by giving me a light peck on the cheek. He took my coat, and our waiter - cute, about 25 - helped me into my seat. I was dressed up since I'd just come from work, and I noticed our waiter checking out my heels. I smiled, thinking how nice it was for him to notice something like that, and didn't think anything of it.

He left us alone to look over the menus, and we made chit chat while we decided what to eat. After he decided what he was having, my husband excused himself to go to the restroom to wash his hands before dinner. I, apparently being a dirty girl, stayed at the table and ordered myself a drink.

So our waiter came over to deliver my drink, and I thanked him and flashed a smile. And he stood there. So I took a sip, said "Mmm, heavenly", and waited for him to go. He continued to stand there.

You've got a great laugh.
Oh? (laughing) Thanks!
Yeah, I heard you while I was getting your drink. It's infectious.
(I keep laughing, thinking I must have been really loud)
So...I realize this is kind of inappropriate...
(I stop laughing and look at him)
But would you like to maybe go for a drink sometime?
Wha...um...what?
Yeah, just...sometime...
Um, well actually...

Then my husband walked over to the table, and the waiter took off. I figured that was the end of it.

"How's your drink?" my husband asked.
"Good! You know what just happened? The waiter..."

And then his cell phone rang. He checked the call display, it was his brother, so he looked at me, and I nodded for him to take it. (I have a real hate on for people that answer their cell during dinner, especially when they're in a restaurant.)

He headed out to the lobby, and I could see him leaning against a wall, talking.

I cast my eyes back to my drink.

Hi!
(The waiter was standing beside me again)
Oh, hi!
How's your drink?
It's great, thanks!
I apologize for earlier...
Oh, that's okay, no problem.
(I smile at him)
So what do you think? Can we get together for drinks?
Well, you know, I'm actually married....
You are?! To the guy you're here with?
Yeah, that's my husband.
Holy, I'm sorry.
Oh (laughing again) it's not a big deal. I'm flattered. Thank you.
Oh man, I feel so bad...
Really, don't worry about it!
Okay...
(I keep waiting for him to walk away)
...well, if you change your mind, I always work Friday nights.

Wow. Talk about balls.

When my husband came back to the table he was cranky about something his brother had said, so I just sat back with my drink, let him vent, and giggled to myself every time our waiter came to the table and winked at me.