2020-06-12 - Failure to Launch - Kitty and Gareth

*****WARNING*****This blog post contains graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.



Gareth walks along with Kitty holding hands like a sweet old couple many years together. Some of the people in town were clued in and others might just think they were out on a date. He stops her for a kiss at her door, an uncommonly gentle one and then whispers “Thank you Kitty….I need this. I’ve been feeling really...disconnected….” He can’t put it all into words and he’s not sure he even understands it all.

Kitty enjoys the silence of their walk.  It is not a desperate run, which is good and she loves the hand holding.  At the door, she accepts the kiss and nods.  “You’re welcome, and I can .. feel that.”  Then she uses her key, opening the door, letting him in, closing and locking it behind them.  She then turns, dropping her keys into a dish on a bookcase and pulls her feet out of her boods.  Then she steps close to him.  “Let’s see if we can connect…”  she murmurs, looking up and moving in for a kiss, even as she, if allowed, boldly begins to unbutton and unzip his pants.

Gareth steps in with Kitty, kicks off his boots and kisses her back hungrily. Hello desire, there you are. He drank in the smell and taste of her face and mouth and felt her undoing his pants and breathed harder. If anyone could wake up his seemingly sleeping cock, this woman could. He let his hands trace over her body a bit, just teasing at first, her back under all that hair, just under the edge of her short skirt along the backs of her thighs. Still not waking him up. But it would happen. It had to.

Kitty notices there is still no response so she begins to undress him, not stopping until he is naked.  Then she takes him by the hand and, if allowed, leads him into her bedroom and her bed.  Pushing him down, naked, onto her made bed, she will begin a striptease, undressing for him, showing him every piece of flesh until she, too, is naked.  If there is still no response, she will crawl into bed with him and lay at his side, one of her legs tossed protectively over his groin.

Gareth gets stripped and grins, loving it and Kitty’s strip teases are the stuff of legend. He sighs at her, biting his lip. Fuck she was hot. Hot didn’t cover it, he wasn’t sure there was a word even for her type of wild haired goddess. But his body is not rising to the worship. He grunts now but it’s not pleasure, it’s a bit of a noise of frustration. Then in desperation he actually wraps his own hand around his still flaccid cock and tries to jack a bit, hoping he can just watch her and get himself worked up, By the time she’s in bed with him and throws her leg over he begins to look embarrassed “Kitty I’m sorry...it’s not you. What the fuck is wrong with me?” He lets his hand move to rest on her thigh and sighs.

Kitty cuddles with him and sees his embarrassment.  She’s seen him try and make himself hard to no avail.  Was she disappointed?  Only partially.  “I don’t know, exactly.”  she admits, covering his torso with her hair.  His groin still covered by her leg, she is his blanket.  Moving her hand, she caresses his face.  “Maybe it's just not time?  I’m not sure what’s going on, Gareth.  I haven’t read your record.  I just know you were brought in and … I sat with you.”

Gareth looks pained and then tries to laugh it off “Yeah I went a little nuts and now my dick is broken….for fuck’s sakes…” He caresses her hair that’s spilling on him “Kitty you’re the sexiest woman on the planet….this is on me.” He rolls onto his side, turning to face her and then runs his fingers under her hair, lightly over one breast “Why don’t we just focus on you….let me please you….” In the back of his mind he is thinking that getting Kitty off will also get him hard. There’s no way any red blooded man can stay soft through her pleasure.

Kitty shakes her head.  “Never.  You’ve got one of the strongest dicks known to man OR woman kind.”  she smiles under the attention he gives her breast.  “We can give that a try.”  she knows the sound or her breathing heavily in sexual pleasure has never in her life failed to make a man hard.  Rolling on her back, she sticks one leg out and the other, closest to his body she throws over him again,  her hair spills across the mattress and she is buck naked and spread eagled.  After the 2017 quake, she stopped many things, including the grooming of her nether region.  The pretty scaped arrow to her pussy was now a natural bush.  Her breasts fell to the sides as she lay and she looks at him with a grin.  “Play with the kitty.” it is an old joke., a well used pun .. and yet she loved it.

Gareth has to laugh at her compliment but it was true that it had never failed him before, never. He licks his lips and looks at all of her splayed out ready to be ravished. He secretly loved that she had grown out her bush. It held all the scents of her, all the pheromones. “Oh I’ll play..” He says in a tone of voice that comes out more like a growl and then rolls on top of her and kisses her deeply for while before kissing down her body, her neck, her ears, then to her breasts for a long extended session of kissing and licking and flicking. He looks up at her and then says “Hold that thought….” And stands, still sadly flaccid. He knew Kitty’s place and where she kept her ice and glasses. She would know this plan.

Kitty is mostly silent as he kisses, licks and flicks.  Her breath comes deeper and when he asks her to hold the thoughts and gets up, she watches him go, feeling sad that still, he is not hard.  But she lays on her back, fanning her hair behind her, placing the flats of her feet together and spreading her knees so her pussy is on display and puts her hands behind her head looking both at ease and full of sexual tension.  Thinking of the ice cube her hips lift of their own accord and she knows the hair around the dark bush is dewy with anticipation.

Gareth sets the glass of ice down and grins at her pose. Fuck she was giving him everything, where was his fucking eretction? He gets even more determined and takes a piece of ice in his mouth, letting it just stick out from his lips as he drags it all over her chest, teasing heavily at each nipple until it starts to melt and he drops it playfully into Kitty’s belly button. Then he gives her a cold little kiss and goes to get another cube, bringing the glass with him as he settles in between her legs, resting on her feet pressed together. He slowly and lightly teases all around her pubic bone, through her bush and at the edges of her outer labia before taking a new cube and working his way in.


Kitty gives him a welcoming smile when he returns with the ice.  “Ohhh yes, please….”  she squirms happily.  And those are the last words she speake as playtime begins.  Her style is not completely silent like Gareths, but it is wordless.  She hisses in and out as he cools her chest.  Moans as her nipples grow hard under his frozen attention.  Kitty begins to whimper as he moves between her legs, teasing her labia with the quickly melting ice cube.  When he takes the new cube, her lips part and she licks them as he works the cube between her legs, hissing as her hips lift and fall eagerly following the melting cube of ice.

Gareth plays with ice until he’s melted every last cube. He’s rubbed them in circles on her clit, held them just inside her and used his fingers and now he has the last one on her clit letting it melt between them as cold grows warm and he starts licking her with more pressure, He slides a finger inside her and moves it in time, his shoulders rocking her as he works on her in determination and precision.

Kitty whimpres, hisses and moans softly through each and every ice cube.  Perhaps some women could cum with such extreme temperatures, but she had never been able to.  As a result all Gareth did was please her, make her write and want but kept the level at her pleasure more than manageable.  But she never asked him to make her cum.  Never begged him.  Never implied she needed it.  Gareth always controlled when she came … ten minutes or ninety.  Finally the ice is gone and his cold fingers give way to a warm Tongue, complete with a single finger.  Kitty moans and her hips lift, taking the finger.  Her feet remain together … her hands above her head remain clasped.  Someone walking in might think she was shackled, but she was not.  This was her favorite position when being pleasured.  She begins to gasp as she gets warmer and presses against his tongue.  This is where other women may begin to swear .. but not Kitty.  Not even as her gasps turn to groans.

Gareth laps up her moans, literally, loving them, taking pleasure from her pleasure in his mind even if his body isn’t following. He kept going exactly in the same way, adding pressure a little bit, thrusting harder inside her with his finger, breathing into her and just being one with her joy as if it was for both of them. He was living through her moments right now, holding on for dear life.

Kitty’s hips move up and down as his finger takes her.  His tongue on her clit and, more, the ay he looked at her … at her reaction to what he was doing to her.  Her groans necame grunts as he thrusts harder.  The sound rhythmic.  Her moans came longer even as her hips sped up as her pleasure mounted.  Her forehead had beads of sweat on it and her eyes bored into him.  They screamed at him how much pleasure she was feeling.  Begging him to make her cum.  Begging him to never stop.  Thanking him for the feeling that was building inside of her.

Gareth rode Kitty with his facem tongue and finger. She was his lifeboat. He stayed on course, giving her everything he had to drive her over the edge. He closed his eyes, tasting and licking and waiting her out. He would give his soul itself for this right now.

Kitty’s sounded perhaps like a woman in labor the way she began to pant.  Her hips were flying up hard and her  moaning was a repeated “Ah .. ah .. ahah “ and suddenly her hips arched high and her head snapped back.  She did not scream but she was clearly cumming .. and cumming hard as the fluids began to flow. As from time to time Kitty would squirt.  Finally her hips dropped to the mattress and she panted on the mattress, still writhing in the aftershocks and looking at him in undeniable gratitude.  And then her eyes dropped to him, as if searching for something … the next part in this ritual where he could mount her, enter her and begin the trip all over again.

Gareth greedily drank her in, swallowing and sucking as she finished his face glistening with her. He looked down to his cock and it was soft, useless, just fucking dead. He looked up at her, seeing her expectation and crumbled inside. Swallowing hard he crawled up to her, took her in his arms and then unexpectedly he buried his face in Kitty’s beautiful hair and just began to sob.

Kitty realized as he moved that he had not gotten hard/  This beautiful man who she had known for years and shared the pleasures of the flesh with could not to what some nights it seemed he had literally been made for.  He crawled up her body and held her.  He sobbed and for a while, she sobbed with him.  She knew this was not the end of the world and she stroked his hair as he cried, quickly getting her own tears done with.  But she did not speak.  She just let Gareth cry and feel her there holding him as he held her.

Gareth had cried with Kitty before but not like this. This went on longer and came from a deeper place. It was raw. It also went on longer. But her quiet patience comforted him. He felt her sob as well and it opened a little crack. Finally he pulled back from her and spoke “I don’t think it’s sex….” He admitted. “That  house….” He sniffed and swallowed “The Rose house…….fuck that could have been where I came from….it was...like that…” He had to break off “It was that bad….” He had never talked about this before with Kitty.

Kitty had heard about the Rose house.  Sam had come home with tales to add to the bodies, which Kitty had prepared for autopsy.  Now she was hearing about it from Gareth and she thought that little lady doctor would kill to be in her position now and hear his words.  Kitty strokes his hair and hums.  “Mmmmm.”

Gareth’s emotional crack opens more and everything floods out at once “On the wall in blood...I couldn’t save you….and I couldn’t save her….Carla Rose…...Jasmine….” He jumbles all the layers and stops making sense “My father killed her...I couldn’t save her…” He starts crying again “She tried to save me…..” His sobbing is too much to speak for a while.


Kitty listens and knows that it is more important for her to listen than to speak.  She rocks him as he sobs, kissing his forehead and stroking his hair.  Of course she knew about Carla Rose and Jasmine Pauline, but she’d known next to nothing about Gareth’s childhood .. his life before Alexandra.  Now … she was learning.

Gareth cries it out for an even longer time and then catching his breath he starts to be able to say it more clearly. “The Rose house triggered stuff for me, from when I was really little.” He pulls back and looks at Kitty, appreciating all of her comforts. “My father..if you can call him that was violent. He beat me and my mother when he was around. When I was seven years old…” He breaks off now and has to close his eyes to say it like he can’t look at the words “He raped me…..my mother came in and tried to stop him. He beat her to death….” Now it was out Gareth looked numb, hollow. There were no more tears.

Kitty came from a loving, but broken family.  Her father published all kinds of horror and romance and the like at Catherine Publications.  But she had never imagined that Gareth’s story could fit in the books her father published and solt.  She pulls him close and hugs her.  Now she is slightly speechless and can’t think what to say.  The only words in her head are I love you and to her, those words seem so weak.

Gareth hugs her back, curling into her and hanging on “I’m sorry it’s a lot...I’ve never told anyone all that…..I was always afraid of becoming some kind of monster….like Jack Rose. I’m sure his life was like mine but for longer. Social services took me. My father is still in prison. My mother is dead. I was sent to Lydia and things got better for me….”

Kitty smiles.  Doesn’t stop rocking or holding him.  The books her father published would have her character giving some kind of affirmation like ‘your not a monster’ or something.  But that felt wrong still and she tilted his head so they could look into each other's eyes.  And she kissed him, as if she could make more sense using her lips.  She could taste herself, but also his tears as she kissed him.

Gareth gets rocked by her and feels her comfort, bathing himself in it. He kissed her back, gently at first as he’s still raw and unsure of his entire universe and then as that crack had opened and he let everything spill out before her he felt something else come into place, the only way he could describe it was light. He pulled back and looked at Kitty and then kissed her again, hard this time like he wanted her and then rolling to her and against her he suddenly had a raging erection and it poked her in the leg “Holy shit…” He said in shock, looking down at it and then back up at Kitty.

Kitty enjoyed the kisses and then the familiar poke.  She looks down with him and sees the erection.  “Hey hey!”  she laughs and almost cries.  She looks at him.  “Let’s just lay and admit this beautiful vision.”  she suggests, deadpan.  “You’re not broken anymore.  I knew it.”

Gareth doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry and he kind of does both “Kitty you’re magic…..fuck me…” He quips and then says it again not joking at all “Fuck me? Seriously please please fuck me…” He laughs and rolls on top of her kissing her again and then breathing into her neck as he tries to shift himself so his resurrected cock is moving between her legs.

Kitty giggles and, even as he quips, she adjusts himself under him and spreads her legs while reaching for her bedside table.  Connecting her eyes with his, she rips the package open with her teeth and removes the condom, and then expertly puts it on him.  She takes him and positions him.  “How about YOU … fuck ME?” and she slides him into her with a half groan and half whimper of pleasure feeling him inside of her.

Gareth shudders and smiles as he slides deeply into Kitty “I’m good with that too….oh god….” It suddenly feels liek the best sex they’ve ever had. He starts thrusting into her over and over going slow and deep at first to both pace himself and get Kitty going. He pins one of her hands, intertwining their fingers. His breath becomes more audible.

Kitty holds onto his hand as he thrusts into her.  She locks her eyes with him, her mouth part way open, gasping with every one of his thrusts and lifting into him.  She hooks her leg with her free hand and pulls herself up and away, spreading herself.  Giving him better and deeper access.

Gareth’s breath comes faster. He goes deeper into her and angles himself so he’s just bumping her clit on each entry, speeding up just a bit as he uncharacteristically lets out a little moan. He’s not even aware he’s made a noise, he’s so into the moment.

Kitty moans with each hit of her clit.  She hears the moan and shudders at the new sound, but she does not speak.  Her moans cone a bit faster as his thrusts batter her clit making her begin to tremble,

Gareth can feel her responding and hear her moans now on each thrust. He keeps going exactly as he is except just a bit harder and he closes his eyes and murmurs “Oh god kitty…...oh…” He’s making a hell of a lot more noise and from his facial expression getting very close.

Kitty hears his voice again .. and this time its words.  It has an effect on her  and she whimpers.  “Yes……  ah …..”  and she begins to cum, tightening around him her clit throbbing as he pounds it at least once as she cums.  She wants to feel him.  The familiar swelling of him and wonders .. have they reached some new plateau in their relationship .. or just in his life?

Gareth feels the tightening, hears the whimper and knows he can let go. He closes his eyes and thrusts harder into her riding out her orgasm as his hits him like a steam train. His face screws up and he cries out. This time he hears himself and his eyes go wide as he catches his breath a bit, coming down the other side and as he ebbs and he thinks Kitty might be, he starts to lie down on her gently and holds her, just shaking in shock, gratitude and real raw vulnerability.

Kitty trembles in Gareth’s arms as they settle down afterwards.  She strokes his hair and looks at him smiling.  It’s an odd smile because it is not a cheshire cat smile, or cat that swallowed the canary.  This smile is full of pride and life and support for her friend and lover.

It dawns on Gareth after a few minutes that he should safely deal with the condom and so he reaches for a tissue and then holding the base secure, pulls out of Kitty and rolls “What are you smiling at me like that for?” He asks while he does the not so sexy deed of cleaning up.

Kitty now laughs as he deals with the condom.  “You spoke to me, Gareth.  You’ve never done that … while we were giving each other any kind of pleasure at least.”  she points out.  “I think you are going to come back better than ever,”

Gareth looks amused “I heard myself at the end...was I loud all the way through? I feel like I was in a sort of trance. I mean god I was so stressed thinking I’d never get it up again.” He exhales loudly in relief. He smiles at the idea of better than ever.

Kitty shakes her head.  “No.  It was simple.  You said oh got Kitty, and then oh.”  she moans a bit.  “That's what made me cum.  Hearing your voice calling my name while you fucked me … for the first time .. ever.”  she beams.

Gareth snuggles into Kitty now “My voice made you cum….fuck why haven’t I been doing this for years?” He jokes. “I promise to do it again Kitty.” He holds her tight “Anything for you...you know that…”

Kitty laughs.  “I don’t know.”  she insists and hugs him.  “It was beautiful.  Maybe because you had such … problems before.”  She holds his face and kisses him.  “Thank you for trusting me … and for sharing with me.”

Gareth looks a little misty eyed and kisses her back “Thank you for listening and being here for me...tonight and through all of this….seriously. I love you.” He says. Now Gareth does say that platonically to people but tonight it has a real depth to it.

Kitty caresses his face.  “I love you, Gareth.  I truly do.  And I would do what I had to do to help you come back to me.”  she looks into his eyes.  “Sometimes I would sit by that bed and … it was so scary…”  she admits.

Gareth looks touched and the pained “I’m so sorry. I was in a really dark place….in some ways I still am but tonight feels safer...with you.”

Kitty shakes her head.  “It’s alright now.  I know you're not dead now.  And it may be dark, but I know you saw some light.”  she hugs him.  “And I will be here when you emerge fully … and any place along the way you need me.”

Gareth just pulls Kitty tight and holds onto her. She had been his beacon since the Rose fire. He didn't even realize it fully when he was in the clinic. He did  see some light, her light, and he followed it home.