I’m 53. I grew up in a very small ranching town in California. Growing up in a small ranch town populated mostly by Texan and Okie migrants and Native Americans, it was remarkably easy for me to get my hands on hard whiskey to try to dull the pain of my family life.I withdrew from much of my family except my grandma, she was Native American, mostly Sioux, her family had been moved ever farther west over the generations and she had fled the Oklahoma dust bowl for the little California ranch town where I grew up. She taught me about how mother nature very kindly gave us women both of the only two human organs whose only purpose is sexual pleasure (the clit and the g-spot). She taught me about the old pre-white man ways where women ran things and men had to EARN their way into a woman’s bed. She taught me to honor the gifts mother earth gave my body, not to let it get fat, not to pierce, shave, cover in makeup, etc. She taught me to find what I like about sex and go for it, no matter what the white man says about its sinfulness (I found, for example, that sucking cock gives me even more pleasure than it does the men who are being sucked, so I do that for me, not for him.)In high school I fell like a ton of bricks for a super-hot boy in my class, I still have some contact with him as father of my two oldest children. I’ll call him Mister J. Senior year, age 18, I got him to take me to Senior Prom, I was sober when I seduced him into taking me to the prom over much better looking girls in our class, and I was sober as we danced the night away, and when I told him as we danced that there was no way in hell I was going to wake up still a virgin tomorrow morning. I had stolen a relative’s credit card and I had used it to book a motel room. I stayed sober because I wanted to thoroughly enjoy having sex on my own terms at last. I practically ripped his tux off him. I wanted to go slow but he shoved it in and came, which ticked me off no end but at least I had gotten to experience a cock in me at last, by MY own choice!Well, I soon realized I had been knocked up on prom night. I was 19 when my first daughter was born. Being a small redneck town, Mr. J was of course pushed into “doing the right thing” and married me and tried to be a father to our daughter. A year later, I was pregnant again, a son this time. So by age 21 I was already mother of two, I somehow managed to swear off drinking from that time to today, because the last thing in the world I was going to do was be a drunk around my kids. But I know that even today I'm a recovering, not recovered, alcoholic, and I can never again have even one drink or I risk slipping into that same hell I was in as a teenager.Mr. J always resented having to marry me and he felt trapped for having given in to MY lust for him on prom night. Eventually, the marriage failed and we were divorced, leaving me to raise our daughter and our son on my own. My brother helped me where he could.When my kids were teenagers and they didn’t need me to look after them quite so much, I finally got a new boyfriend, Mr. F. At the end of our 4th date I told him I was hungry. He offered to take me out for a second meal (we had dined together in a nice restaurant earlier that evening). I told him, “You don’t understand,” I unzipped him and repeated “I’m hungry!” as I began to suck on him. “Feed my hunger!” From then on, he fed my hungry mouth at the end of every date, and I loved it, But he never went down on me. At the end of our tenth date, I hiked up my skirt and showed him I had no panties on. “These lips hunger for you, too!” Somehow, although he banged me wonderfully and regularly and often, I never got pregnant. We eventually decided we loved each other, and I married Mr. F. Then a year into our marriage, I was pregnant with another daughter, followed two years later by another daughter.With 4 kids, I tried to get a job to help financially. I did some teaching, but they wanted advanced teaching degrees. Somehow I managed to earn my Masters in Education while being a mother and a constantly cock-hungry wife, but I was hardly ever home to ride my husband’s cock while pursuing my M.A. degree, and Mr. F started to resent that. So did I; he was a lot of fun to ride! I was missing that very much.With my MA, I tried to get better teaching jobs. I got a great offer in Missouri, but Mr. F didn’t want to leave with me, he wanted to stay in California. This put a further strain on our marriage after the strain of hardly seeing each other while I was in school. I was 37 and teaching at a small junior college. One of my students was 22 and hot as hell and very smart, one of my best students. We started to share meals together and that led to hungry kissing and mutual groping, and finally one day I had him drop by my classroom after hours. I asked him to bang me right on my desk. But he took his time and ate me first; no man had ever eaten my pussy before... and I had never had so many orgasms or such intense ones before. I had 3 more orgasms as his enormous cock slowly stuffed me very full. And then he exploded more come into me than all my previous men combined!One of the other students found out about us, and one day in class he started chanting "Cougar! Cougar!" And soon others joined in. Just then, the Dean walked into my classroom and though I was 37 and my lover was 22 and both consenting adults, the Dean fired me for having a student-teacher sexual relationship. I returned home to California, but as you can imagine, that ended it with Mr. F ... and my second marriage ended in divorce, too. He took our two kids and left me with Mr J’s now late-teens kids. The Court ordered me to pay Mr. F child support, since the infidelity had been mine, not his. With my teaching job gone and the circumstances of my firing making it tough to get another teaching position, the child support payments pretty much bankrupted me. I moved to a far-away part of California, far from my exes and from all of my past, and I took jobs in graphic design to support my two oldest kids and me.I moved twice more, still pursuing a graphic arts career, and finally winding up in the city where I live now.In my current home town, I used to shop in the neighborhood supermarket, and Frank N, the store manager was hella hot! We started dating, and he would eat me so nice and I adored sucking on him and then having him bang me deep for half the night and well past dawn. We soon were married.We had no kids together, though, and he started to resent that I had kids from previous marriages. Years ago, a wealthy family had done things to wipe out his father’s finances, and a couple of years into our marriage, he began to get obsessed with that, and with getting “justice” for his late father from this rich and powerful family--yeah, good luck with THAT! He quit his job to devote full time to his obsession. He mostly lazed around the house doing nothing and leaving me to work and support him. In his obsessed mind, I started to somehow become at least partially responsible for these events that happened decades before we ever met. He came to be very mean toward me, and he began to spend weekends with his brother plotting how they would get justice for their late father, in preference to spending time with his wife. So I moved into a separate bedroom and it was hands off of me, my body and my pussy, from then on. But I'm afraid to leave Frank and go nearly bankrupt in spousal support to him, as happened in divorce #2. And so I’m stuck for now in bad marriage #3.But I love sex, and no way will I ever give that up for my asshole husband! And so I had an affair. And another.And then at age 48, on a bus commuting to work, I met Eric, the one true great love of my life. We had sex EVERYWHERE for 18 months, many in ridiculously risky places...I have posted stories about our adventures here on Lush. Before I met Eric, I thought I knew what it was to have my pussy eaten, but Eric’s skills in that area proved to be 1000 levels above any previous man. I had the very best sex of my life with Eric, on Nov. 10, 2008. But I’m married, and so is he. We wanted much more together, but we couldn’t have it and ultimately I had to end it in the spring of 2009 because it was too painful to want what we could never have.11-10-08 Eric and I checked into a motel and did everything for 7 magical hours, it was totally amazing, and I'm happy to carry the sweet memory of that day even more than 5 years later. But it also depresses me to know that I'll probably live another 30 or 40 years and I'm never, EVER going to feel so loved by any man as I felt with Eric, never again feel so loving toward any man, and never have sex that amazing again! He was my once in a lifetime, and I know that.Eric also helped me in my efforts to get my Ph.D. degree, which my husband was not at all supportive about. Eric helped me in my research and in editing my writing, and he even gave me the leads that helped me land a good paying job in an environmental science lab (much better paying than the graphic arts trade) to help fund my doctoral education. When I got my Ph.D, Eric told me he was so very proud of me, and his pride in me meant the world to me—and he sealed it by eating me ssooo good and then banging me, all as I sat naked in a big arm chair!!!I wanted to write my doctoral thesis about first generation college graduates in a family, the hardships of getting there and how to find the help available along the way, and how junior colleges and community colleges can be the path out of multi-generational lack of educational opportunities in the same family. Getting my bachelor's and masters had been a very hard-won fight for me, with NO encouragement from my parents, spouse, or kids, and I had been the first in my family to get any sort of degree.My new employer, the environmental science lab, offered to help pay some of the cost of my doctorate education, which really helped financially, but there was a catch--I had to change the topic of my thesis to environmental science. So I got my Ph.D., but it couldn't be on the topic that I wanted, the topic that interested me. And in the midst of it all, things ended (because they simply had to end) between me and the true love of my life, Eric.After Eric, I took another lover, and then another. Both were duds.And then I met Dave, a widowed single dad to a now 23-year-old daughter. We have been having an affair for 2 years now. He’s no Eric, but he is the third best lover I’ve ever had, after Eric and that student in Missouri. Dave gives me really intense orgasms and his friendship, there's no love between us but I like and respect him, and I’m happy with what we have.I joined Lush to tell the story of Eric and me, and I found so much more here.In July 2013, I met Justine when we were both shopping at the same lingerie store. I praised her amazingly long and shapely legs, and we have been lovers ever since, my first and only female lover ever -- and from time to time we share Dave, too.My husband Frank, of course, doesn’t know any of this.I came here to Lush to tell my story, and I made so many friends here along the way.
My boyfriend took this photo of me over a year ago. I still think it's the best (and sexiest) photo ever taken of me, naked OR clothed! http://upload.lushstories.com/1170329377-best.jpg
Not sure what it says about me sexually, but I drive a little Toyota pickup. It's practical for carrying stuff like groceries and home repair supplies, gets great gas mileage so it costs less to run and adds less to pollution. But it can zip along at a pretty good clip on the highway on long trips, when necessary. Plus if I'm too low on cash for a motel room, and my husband's not around, I can (and sometimes do) throw a sleeping bag in the back and head out to the country and still have my fun with my lover. OK, so I guess I do know what my little pickup says about me sexually...I'm very practical sexually, just as I am in all other aspects of my life. I do what it takes to get the things that are important to me accomplished, and yes, a low carbon footprint and frequent sex are BOTH important to me!
I moan sometimes but mostly I purr contentedly with my lustful needs are being well taken care of...part of why I'm called Kat LOL
Men or ladies, who likes the taste of cum ? How long did it take you to like it? Feel free to elaborate. I started to like it when I was 37. He was 22 and both his cock and what flowed from it tasted very good to me. I've been with about ten guys in the 16 years since, and only two of those really tasted great to me. I think it's more the particular man, not the taste of come in general.I've been with my first woman these past 7 months, and I love her girl-come too. I'm sure it's her, not women in general, because my own girl-come doesn't taste particularly great to me (not that it tastes bad, but it's my own, not particularly special to me)...lucky for me, she loves how I taste.
A couple of times a week. Especially fun to go bare except my bush, under a short miniskirt.
It might be fun to teach him how to treat a woman right in bed
I am Kat short for Kathy but also I have cat-like fur "down there" around my kitty, and if you treat me right in bed, I purr like a contented little cat/Kat too. When it comes to playing the field with lovers, getting MY sexual needs met, I've been kind of an alley Kat most of my life, too! LOL The R is because after my disgust with my dad's side of the family as a young girl, I changed my last name to my grandma's maiden name (and kept it though 3 marriages) and that name starts with an R. And so I am KatR.
Do it for you, not for him. There is a great deal of both joy and pride in feeling a man throb into hardness in your mouth and then for him to reach the point where he just can't help but explode onto your tongue and down your throat. Enjoy the feel and the texture and the taste of his cock flesh AND of what bursts out of it. It can be one of life's true great pleasures, if you let it be. It's all in your frame of mind....when you come to savor it, you will get to the point where you HUNGER to suck on him (I've been like that, cock-hungry, for several years and I love it!) The hunger and anticipation, and then the joy and pleasure and reward. Yes, do it all for YOU, not for HIM!
Those here on this site who know me, already know the basics of my story. I have been married three times, divorced twice, and for financial reasons I’m now trapped in a loveless, joyless, sexless third marriage. Frank doesn’t hit me or anything, there’s just really no marriage anymore. But I still really, really enjoy sex…just not with Frank any more. Over the past eight years since...
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As those here at Lush who know me already know, I’m twice divorced. And things haven’t been good at all with my third husband these past 8 or 9 years. As in, I can barely stand him, and I have a separate bedroom. But my second divorce nearly bankrupted me, so I won’t go through that again in a third divorce. I love sex and still want it and need it, so I’ve had a series of lovers over the...
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I think I was in my late 20s or early 30s when I first got the idea in my head that I wanted to make love on a deserted stretch of beach with nobody else around. I know I first mentioned it to my second husband and he wasn’t interested. The lover I had when I was 37 liked the idea, but we were in a small Midwest city a long way from my native California and its many beautiful beaches....
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Who Seduced Who? Part 1 Unlike my Kat & Cyrano story series, this story is fictional. It is collaboration, still in process, between another writer on this site and me. He got the story started and we have gone back and forth between us on writing sections of it. Seducing each other. - Kat ************************** Nick At the end of my long day, I’m relaxing in a bar, soft...
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Kat and Cyrano Chapter 10: Friendship In the first nine chapters, I described in sensuous and erotic detail how the chemistry and the hunger between Eric and me led to some wonderful and creative sexual adventures four years ago. But if it had just been about the sex, then Nov. 10, 2008 wouldn’t still be a cherished memory and one of the happiest days of my life, right up there with...
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Kat and Cyrano Chapter 9: A Full Week of Passion and Joy The next morning, Wednesday, on the trolley ride into downtown, we talked about how we nearly got caught on that shopping mall stairwell that Tuesday morning. We had also, a couple of times, made love between bushes in a park.“Maybe we should return to the bushes in our park?” I suggested. “I can lie down instead of standing up...
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Kat and Cyrano Chapter 8: Tasting It was now a few weeks after that very first time Eric entered me, cut short by my bleeding period and other assorted tortures my body chose to put me through. It was a Friday, and my lover Eric and I skipped work for the day, to check into a motel for the afternoon and to play, play, play. He always called me Kat, partly because my name is...
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Kat and Cyrano Chapter 7: Down by the River Because I had an all-day training class at another location, not at my office, I wasn’t able to be in his arms on Tuesday, Sept. 30. I hated that! It was a damned miserable day, not being able to start it with him! On lunch break, however, I discovered something absolutely wonderful, and the naughty possibilities of my discovery made...
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Kat and Cyrano Chapter 6: Stairway to Paradise When I got on the bus with my friend – now also my lover – Eric, on Monday morning (Sept. 29), I warned him that I might not be very pleasant company this morning. “As you know, my most unwelcome monthly visitor has been putting me through hell since Thursday night. It got even worse yesterday!” He put his arm around me, and I purred....
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That Friday (Sept. 26, when I returned from my business trip on the other side of the country) will always be a special date for me. Maybe even more special than family birthdays. Because it was my first of many times riding the sexiest man I’ve ever known. I didn’t think about it that day, but maybe it seems strange to some reading this, that the first – and only – thought on my return from...
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