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KatR
Over 90 days ago
Straight Female, 64
United States
About
About 150 years ago, my Lakota Sioux ancestors were driven off their ancient traditional midwestern plains homeland, and deep into Oklahoma and Texas. Where they married into a family that was of English ancestry. The Depression-era dust-bowl sent the family packing to a small ranching community in southern California, where I was born in 1960.
The way the English side of my family looked down on and mistreated the Native side, put me through levels of hell that no child should have to deal with. They felt they could do things to me that they wouldn't do to a (white) "human." Until I left and moved in with my grandma, whose Lakota name translates as "Pretty Reed in the Swamp." She took me under wing and taught me about her culture's old ways. I learned from her everything I would need to survive as an adult; one lesson I learned well from her was to be grateful to Mother Earth for giving me both sexual desires, and a body that would make men want to take care of those desires. I even started using Reed as my last name in her honor (not my real last name) and have used it through three marriages.
In my senior year of high school, I boldly convinced the hottest guy in my class, Tom J., to take me to Senior Prom; all the prettier girls had been too shy to ask him. I figured the worst he could do was say no, and no harm done. When he said yes, I booked us a motel room for prom night and told him I was determined to wake up the next morning with my pussy full of his come. I got what I wanted, and more: I got knocked-up on prom night!
At 19, in 1979, I gave birth to my beautiful eldest daughter. The busybodies in our small town pressured him to marry me, which neither of us wanted; and at 21, I gave birth to my only son. Our shotgun marriage never really worked for either Tom or me, and after our divorce, I was left to work and support two children as a single mom. I also went off to college and got my bachelor's degree in Education, so I could get better-paying jobs to support myself and my two children.
I still wanted and needed love and affection and yes sex too, and eventually I met and married my second husband, Mr. F. We had two daughters together. He clearly loved the two children we had together, much more than the two I had with Tom.
My teaching jobs weren't that great, so I went back to school and earned my Masters in Education. Mr. F was not at all supportive of my bettering myself this way.
The only teaching job I could get with my new M.A. degree turned out to be at a junior college in far-off Missouri. Having not been supportive about my two eldest children nor my Masters degree, it really wasn't much of a surprise that he wouldn't move to Missouri with me. I was 37, a very sexual woman, far from home, lonely and almost constantly horny. When I had a chance to have an affair with a very hot 22-year-old male student of mine, I didn't really contemplate it much, I just had him fuck me, everywhere we could be alone together on campus.
The Dean eventually found out, and fired me. I had been fired basically for cheating on my husband, and when he found out, he divorced me, took my two youngest children, and I went almost bankrupt paying child support to him. He spent years teaching my two youngest what a horrible lying cheating woman their mother was, and only in their late 20s did they stop hating me and begin to barely tolerate my existence.
I moved far away from him and my two youngest, and started over with my two oldest in a new town. Frank N., the manager of the supermarket I shopped at, was hot as hell, and we began sleeping together and eventually got married. Frank was my husband #3 and we were still married when I first joined Lush. Several years into our marriage, he had developed crazy hateful obsessions about a few people, and he turned very mean in general. He began a crusde against a very wealthy and powerful family whom he clams wronged his family decades ago, and in his disordered mind, he began to blame me for some of it,even though it all happened many years before I met him. He would say very cruel things to me when he got into his obsession. So I began to sleep in a separate bedroom from him. We stayed married only for financial reasons.
I still love sex, so I have taken several lovers over the years. The third of these, Eric, I fell in love with in 2008 and still love him, but with both of us married, we couldn't make it work, and after just 18 months, we had to end it. Some of my stories and photos here are about me and Eric.
Eric encouraged me to get my Ph.D., which I did even though Frank was against it. Eric helped me study (on those rare occasions when his tongue wasn't too busy in my pussy to be used for talking to me). My employer paid for my degree, but with the stipulation that I had to get my doctorate in environmental science, not in Education as with my B.A. and M.A.
I had another affair a few months after Eric and I split up, but that didn't last very long. Neither did the next affair after that.
I met my current boyfriend Dave in the audience of a rock concert in 2012. He is my personal STUD, and a lot of my stories and pics here are about Dave and me. I would drop by his house on the way to work or at lunch time, every day that I can, for a 69 or a cock ride or a doggie.
In 2013, I developed an INSTANT attraction to my first (and so far only) woman, named Justine. We make sweet love together every chance we get, usually about 3 days a week. Some of my photos and stories here are about Justine and me.
In 2014, Justine met her current boyfriend, a hot Italian stud named Vince, who packs 10 spectacular inches into his tight jeans (my Dave has a magnificent 8 inches). Every couple of months, Dave, Vince, Justine, and I get together. Justine and I lie down side by side and watch each other's enjoyment as Dave fucks me hard while Vince fucks Justine just as hard.
Our foursomes always end the same way: our men watch as Justine and I have a 69 followed by intense grinding of clit on clit.
My husband Frank did not and still does NOT know about any of my affairs.
In the summer of 2015, my third husband Frank took a trip out of state to dig up dirt on the rich family he feels wronged his family decades ago. He used what he found to take them to court for a third time (he lost the first two cases). He also continued his barrage of negative attacks on that family in the newspapers (Letters to the Editor).
That weal,thy and powerful family finally fought back and sued him for harassment and slander.
That was my opening to a financially painless way out of my empty marriage to Frank, and with my mountains of evidence of over a decade of verbal abuse from Frank, I easily won my third divorce on Oct. 6, 2015. I am not part of the rich family's case against Frank and not facing the financial ruin that lies ahead for him and his mad crusade against a wealthy family. My affairs, always very carefully hidden, never became a topic in this divorce, which could have made the outcome very bad for me.
Justine and I would like very much to marry each other. some day, but no hurry. Three bad marriages in my past and all And of course we want tot continue to have Dave service me and Vince service her, for those (frequent) occasions when we get cock-hungry.
My most recent pics and stories reflect this current situation with Dave, Justine, Vince, and me.
My current sex situation is the best it has ever been in my life.
Interests
Writing, love, sex, and writing ABOUT love and sex; history of my Native American culture; spirituality, photography, staying in shape, listening to music
Favorite Books
I have so many, but Cyrano de Bergerac will forever top the list. Because that best sex of my life I mentioned above, was with the man I called Cyrano for the impressive size of his "nose" and his very skilled "swordsmanship."
Favorite Authors
Whatever I read most recently; I have as voracious an appetite for reading as I have for sex. Each new read becomes my temporary favorite.
Favorite Movies
Has to be thought provoking without being boring, or truly funny without being gross about it.
Favorite Music
Written when I first joined lush: Anything spiritual and anything with a sexual rhythm; love songs, especially the one that Eric and I considered OUR special song: "The look of love is in your eyes". I hate Taylor Swift's "We are never, ever getting back together" -- every time I hear it, it seems to mock the situation of what I had and lost with Eric in 2009. Since 2013 has to be I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It.
The way the English side of my family looked down on and mistreated the Native side, put me through levels of hell that no child should have to deal with. They felt they could do things to me that they wouldn't do to a (white) "human." Until I left and moved in with my grandma, whose Lakota name translates as "Pretty Reed in the Swamp." She took me under wing and taught me about her culture's old ways. I learned from her everything I would need to survive as an adult; one lesson I learned well from her was to be grateful to Mother Earth for giving me both sexual desires, and a body that would make men want to take care of those desires. I even started using Reed as my last name in her honor (not my real last name) and have used it through three marriages.
In my senior year of high school, I boldly convinced the hottest guy in my class, Tom J., to take me to Senior Prom; all the prettier girls had been too shy to ask him. I figured the worst he could do was say no, and no harm done. When he said yes, I booked us a motel room for prom night and told him I was determined to wake up the next morning with my pussy full of his come. I got what I wanted, and more: I got knocked-up on prom night!
At 19, in 1979, I gave birth to my beautiful eldest daughter. The busybodies in our small town pressured him to marry me, which neither of us wanted; and at 21, I gave birth to my only son. Our shotgun marriage never really worked for either Tom or me, and after our divorce, I was left to work and support two children as a single mom. I also went off to college and got my bachelor's degree in Education, so I could get better-paying jobs to support myself and my two children.
I still wanted and needed love and affection and yes sex too, and eventually I met and married my second husband, Mr. F. We had two daughters together. He clearly loved the two children we had together, much more than the two I had with Tom.
My teaching jobs weren't that great, so I went back to school and earned my Masters in Education. Mr. F was not at all supportive of my bettering myself this way.
The only teaching job I could get with my new M.A. degree turned out to be at a junior college in far-off Missouri. Having not been supportive about my two eldest children nor my Masters degree, it really wasn't much of a surprise that he wouldn't move to Missouri with me. I was 37, a very sexual woman, far from home, lonely and almost constantly horny. When I had a chance to have an affair with a very hot 22-year-old male student of mine, I didn't really contemplate it much, I just had him fuck me, everywhere we could be alone together on campus.
The Dean eventually found out, and fired me. I had been fired basically for cheating on my husband, and when he found out, he divorced me, took my two youngest children, and I went almost bankrupt paying child support to him. He spent years teaching my two youngest what a horrible lying cheating woman their mother was, and only in their late 20s did they stop hating me and begin to barely tolerate my existence.
I moved far away from him and my two youngest, and started over with my two oldest in a new town. Frank N., the manager of the supermarket I shopped at, was hot as hell, and we began sleeping together and eventually got married. Frank was my husband #3 and we were still married when I first joined Lush. Several years into our marriage, he had developed crazy hateful obsessions about a few people, and he turned very mean in general. He began a crusde against a very wealthy and powerful family whom he clams wronged his family decades ago, and in his disordered mind, he began to blame me for some of it,even though it all happened many years before I met him. He would say very cruel things to me when he got into his obsession. So I began to sleep in a separate bedroom from him. We stayed married only for financial reasons.
I still love sex, so I have taken several lovers over the years. The third of these, Eric, I fell in love with in 2008 and still love him, but with both of us married, we couldn't make it work, and after just 18 months, we had to end it. Some of my stories and photos here are about me and Eric.
Eric encouraged me to get my Ph.D., which I did even though Frank was against it. Eric helped me study (on those rare occasions when his tongue wasn't too busy in my pussy to be used for talking to me). My employer paid for my degree, but with the stipulation that I had to get my doctorate in environmental science, not in Education as with my B.A. and M.A.
I had another affair a few months after Eric and I split up, but that didn't last very long. Neither did the next affair after that.
I met my current boyfriend Dave in the audience of a rock concert in 2012. He is my personal STUD, and a lot of my stories and pics here are about Dave and me. I would drop by his house on the way to work or at lunch time, every day that I can, for a 69 or a cock ride or a doggie.
In 2013, I developed an INSTANT attraction to my first (and so far only) woman, named Justine. We make sweet love together every chance we get, usually about 3 days a week. Some of my photos and stories here are about Justine and me.
In 2014, Justine met her current boyfriend, a hot Italian stud named Vince, who packs 10 spectacular inches into his tight jeans (my Dave has a magnificent 8 inches). Every couple of months, Dave, Vince, Justine, and I get together. Justine and I lie down side by side and watch each other's enjoyment as Dave fucks me hard while Vince fucks Justine just as hard.
Our foursomes always end the same way: our men watch as Justine and I have a 69 followed by intense grinding of clit on clit.
My husband Frank did not and still does NOT know about any of my affairs.
In the summer of 2015, my third husband Frank took a trip out of state to dig up dirt on the rich family he feels wronged his family decades ago. He used what he found to take them to court for a third time (he lost the first two cases). He also continued his barrage of negative attacks on that family in the newspapers (Letters to the Editor).
That weal,thy and powerful family finally fought back and sued him for harassment and slander.
That was my opening to a financially painless way out of my empty marriage to Frank, and with my mountains of evidence of over a decade of verbal abuse from Frank, I easily won my third divorce on Oct. 6, 2015. I am not part of the rich family's case against Frank and not facing the financial ruin that lies ahead for him and his mad crusade against a wealthy family. My affairs, always very carefully hidden, never became a topic in this divorce, which could have made the outcome very bad for me.
Justine and I would like very much to marry each other. some day, but no hurry. Three bad marriages in my past and all And of course we want tot continue to have Dave service me and Vince service her, for those (frequent) occasions when we get cock-hungry.
My most recent pics and stories reflect this current situation with Dave, Justine, Vince, and me.
My current sex situation is the best it has ever been in my life.
Interests
Writing, love, sex, and writing ABOUT love and sex; history of my Native American culture; spirituality, photography, staying in shape, listening to music
Favorite Books
I have so many, but Cyrano de Bergerac will forever top the list. Because that best sex of my life I mentioned above, was with the man I called Cyrano for the impressive size of his "nose" and his very skilled "swordsmanship."
Favorite Authors
Whatever I read most recently; I have as voracious an appetite for reading as I have for sex. Each new read becomes my temporary favorite.
Favorite Movies
Has to be thought provoking without being boring, or truly funny without being gross about it.
Favorite Music
Written when I first joined lush: Anything spiritual and anything with a sexual rhythm; love songs, especially the one that Eric and I considered OUR special song: "The look of love is in your eyes". I hate Taylor Swift's "We are never, ever getting back together" -- every time I hear it, it seems to mock the situation of what I had and lost with Eric in 2009. Since 2013 has to be I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It.
