Blue Eyed Bader

Hey there! Naughty Kitty here writing a guest post for my blogging buddy Blue Bader. Not sure how many of you already read my blog but just in case I am going to shamelessly plug it. The link is http://thesecretlifeofnaughtykitty.blogspot.com. Sadly I have not had much time to write but never give up hope. I’ll be back! In the mean time I did want to take this opportunity to write a guest post for Bader for several reasons. So for those of you who don’t know me I’m a single gal…divorced who still maintains a somewhat secret life. One would think that a girl’s life would be bland once she leaves the life of Ashley Madison to maintain a single vanilla life but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. Kitty still loves to play with my boys from Ashley Madison. The only difference is that Kitty doesn’t have to hide anymore. Life as single Naughty Kitty is WONDERFUL!! Oh sure…occasionally Kitty finds myself in a predicament or two. I’ve run into a wife of a lover here

Well now that I finally have some time to myself, these past few months have been crazy busy, I wanted to say hi and acknowledge that I am still here. I converse with a few of you through email but the many others that may or may not still visit my blog have no idea what I have been up to. I am not going to promise that I will begin writing again, but I will say that I will try to do my best to be here more often, posting more pictures and trying harder to be creative. I did plan a guest post from a friend, but like always life gets in the way. Soon.  I will post a few new updates and maybe try to get the guest to post again. Thanks for being patient if you are still here reading my thoughts.

Well been working on a new theme, or rather installing a premade one.  Will be working on it over the weekend. Y'all let me know what you think.

June 2nd, that was the last entry to my blog.  A sad reality and a testament to my sexual activity, or lack thereof.  It is hard to post anything when nothing is really going on.  Not that I am complaining, my life has become busy but I am enjoying it.  We are back into the no sex routine and I am not too thrilled about that but she is working on things. My job has been busy, but I like the new digs.  I don't mind the commute, it is just a bit longer and gives me time to reflect on the day.  I wish I had access to reasonable public transit but apparently it is coming. We are trying to save some money and are slowly but surely getting there.  The problem is the market for homes, which is what I want to save money for, is absolutely crazy where I live.  Of course the rent is not much better so we are just spending more money and saving less, but we are still saving which is good. My goal is simple, save a bit of money to boost my emergency fund and cut off all credit card spe

The world has changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost. Introduction, The Fellowship of the Rings Sorry I had to geek out for a minute. Since I last wrote anything, I quit my job, started a new job, the company that was running my old place of employment shut down the office, (so I dodged that bullet), I came down with bronchitis, that turned into pneumonia, and did finally end up having sex. So, the quote from above makes a little more sense. The good thing, of course the sex part, was a result of my wife coming home from a pleasure party after having spent a good bit of money with some new toys.  Much to my surprise and joy. When I have more time I will write about it. The bad part, the pneumonia, has had me coughing and in pain for the past almost three months. I feel pretty good otherwise so I guess that is why they call it walking pneumonia, but still I take a breath and cough, I breath deeply and

It is snowing today.  An April storm so not much of one, other than it has been coming down all day but the roads are still clear. I quit my job a week ago.  The stress of not knowing what the future will hold for my career was enough for me to leave the company.  As a company we have been doing okay, but our division is slowly going down hill.  So I had to take care of myself. The job I found is better pay, better benefits, less stressful, rock solid and all those other things, but it may be less exciting and a bit more of a commute.  I do use that term commute lightly since I am going to 9 miles to 17 miles, but still no highway driving and no traffic. It is also four ten hour days, so I go early and leave late but have Fridays off. I have not had sex in several months.  Honestly I can not remember the last time.  My wife is in the midst of some personal issues that I have just seemed to let her be and hope at some point we can start talking about it again. I am uncertain a

So I am a glass half full type of guy, at least for most things.  I tend to try to see the good in things and people and give them the benefit of the doubt. Over the years I have had some extremely tough situations to deal with and have always seem to come out better in the long run.  Although a few were set backs that have taken years to overcome. Now I am about to change jobs again, after 10 years of being in the same company.  I am completely looking forward to the new job the new change and all the things that come with it.  It is better pay, better benefits, a bit of a longer commute but still easy, and the most important thing, unless I am grossly negligent it is a very secure job. The industry I am in now is extremely volatile, companies are in the midst of layoffs or cutting hours and contracts are few and far between.  So job security is extremely important to me now especially as I look towards the future where I have braces, a home purchase and ultimately college to lo

So my wife went out and purchased some new bras the other day.  She was telling me about the conversation that she had with the salesperson and they let her know of some deals on some lingerie. She said that they were trying to push a matching set and she was telling them that her husband would definitely like that. Now you have to understand my wife.  She has pretty much worn the same style of underwear for several years.  She bought a teddy once about 10 years ago that she would use to indicate when she wanted to have sex. With her depression and other mental health issues she would find it hard to communicate her feelings with me so that was a way for her to open up.  Since those days I do not know if it even exists anymore.  I have not seen her wear it in about 8 years, maybe longer. So much to my surprise when I was picking up the laundry from off of the floor of our bedroom and putting it into the basket I noticed a black thong.  It was not lace or anything, just a standard

43 year old man, 6'2" blue eyes brown hair, athletic build but not ripped, well adjusted, well groomed, successful and happy, seeking sex with anyone. That would be my classified ad.  I am sure I would get all kinds of responses.  I am a good looking person on the inside and out.  I give back to society, I volunteer, I have only committed a handful of very minor crimes that probably 99 percent of society has also committed. I am in a loving relationship, I take care of my daughter, I provide for my family, so why is it so hard to have sex when I want it? I hear from a lot of people that once you get married the sex stops.  Why?  It is not like you do not love your partner anymore?  Was sex just a way of getting the person to marry you and now that you have succeeded you no longer need to do it? The comments from my wife's side of the family all tell her that she should have sex with me because that is what a wife does for their husband, but really should it not be

This may be a rambling post so I am warning you now... Where am I in my life, where am I ultimately heading. I have spent a lot of time on these questions over the past few months. Questions that I have no immediate answer to but need to come to some resolution in the next month or two. My career, despite my effort, is in a decline. Predictors years ago were evident to this fact and while I was the one holding the sign of the impending doom, I was treated the same way as a mentally ill man on the street predicting the apocalypse. We all discussed the problems at length but no one in upper management seemed to listen to us workers. Economic indicators all said things will turn around, and they have, but in a different market than the one that we are in. So three years ago when I kept saying we need to change markets, they kept saying it will get better. I hate to be the one that says I told you so, but in this case it is my future that is being affected. Yes, I should have made

Opening up the glove box of my late model sedan I found an old cassette tape that reminded me of a simpler time.  It was an old Bob Dylan tape, cracked case and dirty dust jacket, but it looked like it still worked.  The album was Highway 61 and I thought back to when I last listened to it on cassette and remembered that period of my life. It was a time that I let the music define me.  I would listen to Jimi Hendrix or Bob Dylan and act mysterious, hoping that the girls that I dated would remember me for that.  Thinking back I can only laugh at how pathetic that seems. Do not get me wrong, I never experienced the make-up wearing angst-ridden youth of the 80s wearing nothing but black and thinking their lives were so miserable.  It was just a phase I went through that I enjoyed the mind altering and often depressing lyrics of Jimi and Bob.  This was still during my years as a dead head so I did not stray far from the type of music that I typically enjoyed. I remember one girl maki

I was a normal teen.  I had a stack of magazines under my bed that I used to look at when I had alone time.  You know, the ones with the fold out pictures in the middle. I also had a girlfriend that was pretty open sexually, but still as inexperienced as I was. At times she would come over my house and spend some time in my room.  We typically did not do much in my room, since most of the times my parents were downstairs and we could not risk it. One day I left her alone while I went down to get something to eat.  That is when she discovered my collection.  As I was walking back up the stairs I could hear her talking on the phone.  I had a separate line in my room that I once used as a connection for my computer.  Yes, I know, I was somewhat of a geek back then. She was clearly upset and talking with her sister.  When I walked in, she had the stack of magazines in front of her and was flipping through it as she cried to her sister. "They were under his bed," I heard