HNT: Guest Ass

You all know how much I love guest ass, right? Do say hello and how ya been to the Roommate of Easy Virtue...and don't forget to swing by Osbasso's and the Other HNT to see who else is playing along.

Happy HNT, dirty darlings!

Fresh Prey: The New Booty Call?

You know what everyone needs for spring? A strange man. Hopefully one who can fuck you like a champ.

As you know, I have been feeling like a predator lately. So, when I was out for after work drinks the other day I was keeping my eyes peeled for movement across the plains. The grass parted and I saw a handsome, handsome man a couple of tables over.

He was the dark hair, dark eyed, confident type that melts me in a heart beat. Trouble, respectably clothed trouble, but trouble none the less.

Feeling like a caged tiger I made occasional eye contact while my oblivious coworkers finished their drinks and moved off one by one. I left the table with the last holdout, pausing while still in the restaurant to powder my nose. When they had all left and the coast was clear I went back to the table, sat down, ordered another glass of wine and smiled in invitation...

Most women would be embarrassed to sit at a booth alone and blatantly eye fuck a stranger: to refresh, I am not most women.

It took maybe four minutes for him to pick up his drink and make his way to my booth. The prey had entered my territory, now I just needed to get close enough to pounce without scaring it off.

May I join you?

I was hoping you would.

Nice ring. He looked at my wedding ring and raised an eyebrow: married?

Married is as married does, I replied, using my stock phrase for moments like that. It was, as always, very effective. He paused briefly, slid into the booth and joined me. I crouched down, ready to leap.

I slid out of my jacket to reveal my not-quite-appropriate-for-work shirt, leaned forward to show just the right amount of cleavage, extended my hand and smiled: Kimberly.

Nice to meet you, Kimberly, he replied, holding my hand far too long for a handshake.

Oh my, I thought, feeling the electricity from our touching hands, oh my there is something about him. Teeth bared I moved in for the kill...

HNT: Black Panties

Is there anything that gets wet more quickly than a pair of black panties?

Well, maybe the lot of you, I would think.

Happy HNT, dirty darlings! Remember to swing on by Osbasso's place and make sure not to forget about the Other HNT.

Cock, Just Cock?

For all my bitching about being viewed as pussy, I will admit there has been the occasional moment where you might look at some of what I have written and tell me that I am guilty of just what I resent.

Some of you may remember the man from the wedding. I am not gonna lie about it - he was to a certain extent cock. Well, cock and tongue - but you see my point.

I saw him, I pursued him, I wanted to fuck him hard...and I had no plans on ever seeing him ever again.

He had his way with me, and then I had my way with him - and then we probably had our way with each other a couple of times, sometimes it is not entirely clear who is having who. We fucked the way you fuck someone you know you are never seeing again - with complete abandon. It was give-it-to-me-dirty-because-I-don't- need-to-look-you-in-the-eye-ever-again sex.

At the end of the night he was sitting on the edge of my bed putting on his shoes: "give me your email address."

I looked up from searching for my clothes and smiled, "you don't have to do that."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, lets not make this more than it was. Let's appreciate it for its own sake."

I said it then and I reiterate it now: I did not need an awkward courtesy email to legitimize a very pleasurable one night stand. So, you see, I do not mind fucking for fuckings sake. In fact, I quite heart random ass.

But, and you knew there was one coming...but, although it was a one night stand he wasn't just cock.

When I was with wedding guy, when he was in my bed for his momentary visit into my life, I was interested in him - and not just for the myriad of ways in which he could get me off.

In between fucking we talked. We talked about the wedding, about newlywed love, about his girlfriend (um, who was also at the hotel...). We talked about ourselves - not with the depth you sometimes talk with lovers - but we engaged much as possible in that temporary space. I viewed him as a human being and I was interested in connecting with this person I was with, however fleeting his presence in my life would be. And, to be fair, had he really wanted to strike up a follow up three email correspondence, I would have engaged.

That, to me, makes the difference between fucking a person you never plan on seeing again and seeing them as cock. Some of you might argue that this is a thin line - but it is, in fact, enormous. The difference is seeing someone for their humanity as opposed for their potential as a human vibrator.

The humanity is what is missing from my interaction with the pussy guy.

I might pursue you like prey, I might fuck you and never plan on talking to you again, you might find yourself a pawn in my game of seduction - but, I will be seducing you, fucking you, playing the game with you. Trust me, you will be able to tell the difference...