This is another installment of tales of adventures with MILF Katie, who I had a roller-coaster ride of an affair with after she responded to my ad on craigslist. Katie and I had now had a pair of encounters, the first in a run-down hotel and the second in a public park. She was slutty and we were doing slutty things together and I liked that but what really left me wanting more was her poetry and her artistic flair. The words in her emails seemed to dance across my screen, lilting and light. She pointed me to the on-line poetry forum she curated where she published her own works but mainly that of others, and sent me a few of her own poems; later she wrote a couple about me.

Katie cut an odd figure. She was a frumpy dresser, typically a bit disheveled and If a man ran across her at a shopping mall it would not occur to him that this a woman he should try to seduce on the spot. She was larger than most women, tall and stocky, the opposite of modelesque. I never knew her to wear makeup or lipstick. Yet she had amazing erotic power. She praised my love-making and I know I pleased her mightily but I don't think I or any other man could ever fuck her to a point of complete satisfaction.

One Saturday she invited me to join her at a downtown gallery where an artist she liked was showing her latest works. Katie stepped right up to this artist, who was gorgeous and dressed like she was heading to a cocktail party in Manhattan. Katie looked like she'd just crawled out of bed yet in no time they were deep in animated conversation, like long-lost cousins. I stood at a short distance and took it all in, and for Katie I could have been 1000 miles away. She had a way of losing herself completely in the moment especially when making love, and let everything else fall away. I saw this clearly the three times I watched her fuck another man.

Somehow I managed to lure her away from the artist, whom of course Katie wrote an article about complete with images in the next issue of her poetry zine, and we headed to my office. It was not far away, on the ground floor of a parking garage that has since been demolished. The parking mainly served residents of a high-rise private student dormitory across the street who attended the major university that was a short walk away. Our suite contained a few smallish offices off of one cavernous room. I took her into one of the smaller offices, propped her on my desk, dropped to my knees and ate her pussy with vigor and joy. After she came, I stood up and fucked her first shallow and softly, then deep and hard, my cock tall and proud thanks to the viagra I had swallowed that morning. We kissed and she licked her juices off my beard as I pounded away until I emptied myself inside her with an aaaah. That we might have been caught -- I was far from the only one who sometimes 'worked' on Saturdays -- made our misdemeanor all the more delicious.

I knew Katie was far from virginal but it came a shock when she wrote me a few days later that she sometimes gave men blowjobs or hand jobs for money -- not that she needed any. She liked the clearly defined limits of these transactions, and the sense of control they gave her. She determined when these men came, and whether by hand or mouth. She never let them fuck her. She met them the same way she has met me, through ads on craigslist. She had also had affairs when an elected official and a lawyer and an insurance salesman and who knows who else? before meeting me. And she had been teasing a neighbor by leaving her panties in his mailbox and the like without ever intending to fuck him. She was a collector of experiences, an adventurer and storyteller. Truly, she told me too much. I worried about her and worried about myself for being so drawn to her. But I had wandered in a barren wilderness for too long, and that she continued to see me again and again, unlike the others, flattered me. She confided in me and I liked that, plus the sex was wonderful.

She invited my over to her house one evening, when her unsuspecting husband took their two kids on a trip for a couple of days. I remember sitting anxiously in my car in the parking lot of a large grocery store, waiting for the all-clear signal. I tend to arrive early for trysts. Once the signal came, I discovered that they lived in a beautiful wood-frame home with a wrap-around porch, hardwood floors and large windows that let air flow through the house in the day before central AC. We made love on a couch in a small ante-room that served as an office. As we sat there during a break, I stretched my leg out and put my foot in her crouch and began rubbing her pussy with my heel. To my great surprise and delight she swooned with pleasure and climaxed in short order as I moved the bottom of my foot back and forth across her wet pussy.