Kat

I met Kat through a late-night ad in Backpage, “Gorham late night car fun,” was the offer, and it took me three phone calls and a dozen or more texts to set up the meeting, 50 or 80, depending. Unlike most late ads on Backpage, this didn’t sound like a party, it sounded like desperation, and I was down for that. It took until 9:30 am the next day to make the arrangements, drive to pick her up, and finally get my cock into the mouth of this quirky, talkative older woman. She was maybe in her early 50’s, slim and reasonably attractive, sandpaper voiced, comfortable to be with. I backed my car into the far back-corner spot in the Park-N-Ride lot, gave Kat 80 bucks, and she skillfully, speedily, and successfully sucked me off. Afterward, when we were more relaxed, and I was driving her home with stops to buy the cigarettes and soda and sandwiches she needed to bring home—and the reason she was out at 9:45 in the morning, sucking a stranger’s dick—we talked some and figured out we had a lot in common, including several friends, one dealer, and our cocaine habits.

I befriended Kat, and we had many adventures together, though I rarely used her provider services after that first time. We still speak on the phone and through texts. She got into some trouble for writing bad checks but seems to have worked it out. I think she may have spent a month or so in jail before getting bailed out. The last two times we met I paid her, and she agreeably got me off both times. The last time we had an understanding I’d leave a rock for her to puff when she got back into her house, but I didn’t leave her much. I’m a bad man. I adore my Kat. She wants me to come in her mouth. I asked her, and she shook her head yes, said “Mmmph…”