Two dick, 3 loads, not including slipping Scott's dick inside of me before I went out. So technically, I popped three dicks a total of 6 times. Crossed the age spectrum as well. I felt the dick of a 23 yr. old inside of me as well as a 41 yr. old cock, and the third dick was 57. Not in that order. I don’t know what made me think of that. It just seems cool to know I had such a wide range of cocks in my guts yesterday. The 23 yr. old had the biggest cock of the three. By about an inch or so. So, I’d say he had eight inches inside of me, pushing my stomach around. It was good. I came so fast on his dick it was embarrassing. If it took 20 seconds, I’d be surprised. I’m not going to tell you where he fucked me because if it gets back to the owner of the establishment, well, they might not be happy about it. But I was sitting on a desk facing him with my legs spread and his dick pumping my pussy. It feels so hot to pull my jeans down and spread my legs for a man. It’s like I’m giving myself to him, and that makes me wet as fuck. Especially when I think that a 23-year-old guy made me so hot that I couldn’t help but open my legs for him. Even hotter, I came so fast on his cock that he couldn’t help but smile at me, knowing what he did to my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and made out with him while he pumped me for another five minutes until he emptied his balls inside of me. And…when he pulled out, a river of sperm flowed out of me all over the desk and the floor. Don’t worry, I cleaned it up. There was a bottle of bleach wipes on the shelf. The only problem was some of it got on the big paper day calendar that was on the desk. Nothing I could do about that. It will be cum stained for about 2 more months as it seeped through to April. After the cleanup, I asked him if he would let me suck his cock, but he actually declined my offer of sucking a second load of jizz out of his testicles; he had to get back to work. But if I gave him a few hours, he would finish his shift. I think I gave him a big head…but he is swinging around a premium cock, so his big head is justified. His premium cock made me go back for seconds a few hours later. I’ll get to that one after I tell you about the second dick that felt me up from the inside. I got to run for a bit, but I’ll finish that one up next.
Got lots of good dick videos today, 2 great cum dumps, and some good dick pics. Finally! It’s been a while. I guess I have to say it like once a week. By all means, send me all the videos you want, cum dump videos would be best if you were asking me, photos, feel free to include whatever you want or don’t want. You never have to ask so please don’t. Just send them. I promise I’m just happy to get them. Why? Why the fuck not? I know you are gun-shy…cock shy is probably more appropriate when it cums to sending dick pics. How couldn’t you be with all the fake chicks going “ewww, he sent me a penis picture” after she/he posted a photo of some girl with a giant dildo up her ass. Think about how stupid that is. They proclaim to be lovers of all things cock but cry like a bitch when they get a dick pic. If they loved cock like they said…then dick pics, videos would be my preference, are right up their alley. I like dicks. I like to see them. I want you to show them to me because I want to see them. For exactly the same damn reason you want to see me naked and doing all kinds of weird crap with my pussy and ass. I have no idea why that is so hard to understand. How do you think I met Rob? It wasn’t from OF’s but generally the same point is being made here. He sent me a text with a dick pic. I have been fucking him steadily going on 3 years now. I admit it. It was a hell of a dick pic. I still have it, and I still look at it.
What else is new? I’m staring at my bathroom that is under construction and thinking this feels like a test I didn’t study for. Just saying.
I live alone 2/3rds of the time. I was asked today if I get lonely being in my house all by myself. I told them I had a trick. I close the curtains, turn out the lights, and put a horror movie on. Suddenly I don’t feel so alone anymore.
I have a date tonight that will be pumping cum in my pussy, and that is 100 percent what I want him to do. That doesn't mean I can't have some fun before then with my cuck to get things warmed up a bit. Scott knows my date tonight and though he has asked me not to go out with him as it will cause him embarrassment among his friends and some of his co-workers I denied that request. The second he asked me not to go out with him was the second that I decided I really needed to let this guy spray my insides down with his sperm. I plan on making out with him, getting x-rated with him for all to see. I want it known that Scott's wife was practically begging for a younger, stronger, better cock than her husband could provide. I know, it's terrible but fuck it turns my pussy into a swamp. Plus, I let Scott feel me from the inside with his dick today. I didn't let him cum in me but I stroked him off so he should be happy with what he gets. Just saying.
Woke up this morning, clit just throbbing away. That sucker is huge and ready to be abused. I’m the one to give it what it wants. I would guess this is my version of Morning Wood. I don’t have that many sex dreams, and when I do, they always involve some hardcore cuck thing. I can’t ever remember having a sexual dream that didn’t involve the cuck kink. I probably have a ton of them, but I don’t remember them. Those are probably the mornings I wake up with morning clit wood, and I don’t know why. The ones I remember always involve fantastical stuff that can only happen in dreams. Last night, I put some powder in Scott’s food, which made him incredibly weak. I could overpower him in every way and easily at will. I won’t get into it, some of it will creep a few of you out. In the end, I turned him from the big strong man he is into a weak, pathetic, yet hot sissy with a man pussy. That being his ass. I think his dick had shrunk into a nub. His work rival would fuck me stupid while he watched and then pump a load in his man pussy while I laughed at him because his little nub would spit sperm while he was being fucked. See, I told you, stuff gets weird in my dreams. Do I really want to do all of that? I don’t know. I kind of like the role reversal and complete rival domination thing. Don’t know about watching him get fucked in the ass. Not my thing, except in my weird sex dreams. I do know I wake up in total sexual frustration mode though so it must fire me up in some serious way.
So, no dick. So I went to Floor and Decor. While I was there, I found a bad-ass-looking dude pushing tiles around. So I worked him. I worked him hard. I might as well have just said, "Dude, can I please just suck your balls empty of any sperm that may be in them?" I didn't say that, but it was close. Didn't work, though. He asked for my number. Fuck. I would have given him a lot more than my number. I would have fucked him in the parking lot. Really. I would have. In fact, I hinted around at that while he was helping me load my truck. Nope. He wasn't having it. So off I went. Got some tile, but apparently, they were fresh out of cock. It made me feel old until my phone rang and he called me. He said he just wanted to make sure I didn't give him a bogus phone number. I guess that's a thing. Here's the problem. He lives in Sanford, which is where Floor and Dcor is. That is a solid hour's drive. I don't drive an hour for dick dates that would happen once every other week. I don't want to fuck him on the regular. I just wanted fuck him right then and there. Get my rocks off, get a load of jizz in my guts or down my throat, and then finger myself using his jizz as lube all the way home. Maybe I'll see you, maybe I won't. I'll let you know when I'm cumming back to Sanford, which won't be all that often. So, bummer for me.
Who knows what or who put Sanford on the map? George Zimmerman. His case was national news for months.
My clit is huge. I can't stop touching it. That might be why I'm so ready to open my legs for anything long and hard. I should learn to leave it alone. I just can't, though. It's so...perfect and fun to touch!
It offends me when people get easily offended. Is there a support group for that?
I know a chick named Ruth. She told me how she fell off her boyfriend's motorcycle during last year's Bike Week, and he kept going. I thought about it for a second and said that he was "Ruthless."
I really do like being that MILF/GILF that lives on your street that actually will fuck your husband, your son, maybe even your wife. Why? I just do. I like walking down the street dressed in a very MILFy “I will fuck your dick off if you play your cards right” kind of way. It’s fun to watch the husbands try not to look. But they do. I’m sure they say all kinds of not-so-flattering crap. You know, “She’s not attractive to me/not my type” kind of thing. Bullshit. I’m everyone’s type if you let me get my hooks into you. The best part is, I’ll never tell. Even if you let the cat out of the bag, I’ll still keep my silence. I will, however, try to fuck you even more once you have been caught. It’s my thing. Makes moist in ways you won’t understand.
I need a mental health day. If I hear that one more time, I’m going to beat the mental health right out of whoever says it. I’m just saying. Another reason I hate hanging around with 30 yr. old porn sluts. They have pills for every occasion. I have dicks. Dick is my pill. Does wonders for me.
So I'm getting naked and working out with two construction guys less than ten feet away. Wonder if they had any idea of what I was up to? I hope so. I like it when folks know I'm getting down and dirty. I like to be watched, and I like to be the known slut queen in the room. Makes me happy in my own special way. Always has, and I suspect it always will.
Why are there construction guys here? My window was put in crooked by the previous owner about ten years ago. I couldn't figure out I would hang drywall when there was such a difference in how far off the studs were. Furring strips. I get yelled at when I call them studs. The fucking wood that hangs on the block wall is not even with the window because it's crooked. So, I know a guy that I used to suck the sperm out of his dick back in the day, and I looked him up. He owns his own company, and he sent these two guys out. I'd fuck the one. Not the other one. I'd let him watch. Anyway, they are fixing my window for me. No, it's not free. I'll get a bill. If the owner offers to let me suck his dick until his balls are just deflated flaps of skin for a discount...I'm on it. He was always a good fuck. Little dick, but a solid fuck. I preferred blowing him to finish because I could always get his dick down to lips to pube bone deep and let his cock pour cum down my throat. I enjoyed that. Wouldn't mind revisiting his dick for a little while.
I feel 100 percent. Need a dick in me, but that’s probably not going to happen today. Everyone is busy. I did rub one out this morning. But that isn’t going to cut it. I need something fat and long inside of me, trying to split me in two. You know what is funny? I have noticed when I’m horny, I sit wide-kneed. Legs spread like a dude. Go figure. Chalk that one up to Mother Nature. I know you guys don’t understand the need to have a cock inside of oneself, and I don’t expect you to. I mean, I get why you want to put your dick in me, but I have no idea what that urge to do so feels like. For me, when I have the urge to feel a dick in my holes, it’s like a gnawing in my belly. I need to feel a fleshy, stiff rod moving things around inside of me. It’s quite the urge. To the point I sometimes make bad choices to scratch that itch. The payoff of dealing with it is pretty good, though. If I have to wait to have sex…when I do…watch out. It’s going to be explosive. That’s where I’m right now. Hopefully, tomorrow will be the day I fulfill that urge. Fingers crossed.
I remember a joke from a while back that goes, “Egyptian kids had no idea that one day their daddy would become a “mummy.” Talk about predicting the future. And no…I refuse to pretend biology doesn’t exist just so nobody’s feelings get hurt. As much as I would love to have a nine-inch sperm-chucking cock planted just above my clit…it isn’t going to happen. No matter how much I want everyone to believe it. The best I can do is keep pumping my clit full of Testosterone and hope it gets as big as humanly possible.
Whoever put the “S” in “Fast-Food” is a marketing genius. Some of you will have to really think about that one for it to make any sense.
What is the hardest part of riding a Scooter? Explaining to your parents that you are gay. Just kidding. Kind of.
How stupid do you have to be? All these women running around saying they want a guy who is “sensitive, attentive, caring, good-looking and fit and can never find one. Why? Because all of those guys already have boyfriends. Plus, who wants a guy who cries more than I do? And I don’t cry all that much. I get the good-looking and fit part, but sometimes, that requirement is more of a hassle than it’s worth. Guys like that spend more time and money on getting themselves ready and on “Personal Products,” which is just another term for makeup for men. I’m fucking ready to head out the door in 10 minutes or less. I want a guy who is willing to comb his hair in the truck and wash his hands when we get where we are going.
Man, I turned down a visit with Rob’s dick because I wasn’t sure if I was going to be good to fuck due to my cold and flu status. I wish I hadn’t. I’m good to go, and I know I’m back and ready to roll because my clit is in a constant state of chubby. It needs to feel the head of his dick pushing inside me. I texted him, but I haven’t heard back. I got my fingers crossed. If there was ever a time I could use his massive penis rooting around in my guts, it’s now.
When random guys tell me they have a big dick, and it happens more than you would think, I like to tell them, “Mine is bigger.” It throws them off their game. A guy once replied to me that he wore size 14 shoes, and you know what they say about guys with big feet? I said, “They wear bigger socks?” Instant game over, and player status was removed.
Professional victims abound these days. They feel entitled to say whatever they want and expect no pushback. I don’t know why they think that way. I was called unhealthy by a stranger who was an obvious visiting early bird for Bike Week because I was “Too skinny.” It isn’t natural to be thin like I am, especially with boobs my size. I was going to have back problems.” I mean, thanks for the unsolicited medical advice and all of that but what the fuck? So, when I replied to this lady while glancing at her belly while she sat on a barstool, that it wasn’t healthy to be as wide as you are tall, she replied it was her natural healthy weight. Being heavy runs in her family. To which I replied, “You’re not heavy because it runs in the family; you're heavy because nobody runs in your family.” And it went downhill from there. I should really learn to shut up.
Look, I know. It’s not nice to say things about people's weight. But that goes in both directions. I could have been the bigger person and just smiled at her. The thing is, I never met her before, and for some reason, the privilege she must feel to comment on my physical appearance in a lecturing kind of way just made me want to poke her in the eye. So, I did. Which kind of ruined both of our dinners. I’d be lying if I didn’t say “Worth it!”
How do you get your man to do things? Let him put his dick in you. It’s that’s simple. Need the lawn mowed? Easy one. Mow the lawn, and you can slip it in me. Works for just about everything. Just saying. Pretty much a win-win for both parties. I never understood why chicks just cut the sex off. If there is one phrase that makes me nauseous the second, I hear it, it’s “He should love me for who I am, sex or no sex!” Fuck I hate when they say that. It’s doubling down on stupid. Why would he love you for the sexless person you have become? Wait though…shouldn’t you love them for being the sexual person he is? Yes…you should. So shut up and stick his dick in one of your holes for fucks sake. If you give it a smidgen of effort, you might even learn to like it. If you really don’t want to fuck in any capacity, then start budgeting him a once-a-week happy-ending massage. It’s just like paying someone else to mow your lawn. The grass gets cut and everyone is happy in the end.
Here we go. Feeling pretty go today. That’s a plus. Don’t think I’ll fuck today, just to be sure, but I’m not saying I won’t jerk a guy off. I have an itch to rub a dick empty today. I can almost feel the stiffness of it in my hand as we speak. I can get Ryan over here today, and I can get Tony today. Tony is going to want to slip it in me. As much as I want to, I’m superstitious about these kinds of things. I feel like if I get a great fuck in, it’s going to prolong my recovery from this stupid cold. That doesn’t mean I can’t empty a set of testicles for someone, though. I know. What do I get out of jerking a guy off? Well, sometimes, a girl just wants to feel a cock in her hands. It doesn’t have to be in me, and I don’t have to cum. I just like holding it, rubbing it, making it cum. Dicks are addictive because they are so fascinating. I watch a lot of videos where all the guys do is masturbate and cum. The solo cum compilations are my favorite. This is a bit of an overshare, but I watch the cum shots, and I decide whether or not I would drink their sperm. If it’s just a loose, watery spit, most likely no. If it’s long ropes of jizz, yes. I can almost taste the jizz, and it makes my mouth water along with my pussy. Even if it's runny but a lot of it, I nod my head yes…I would eat that sperm. The thing is, most of the guys I’m watching are most likely gay and wouldn’t let me near their dicks. That doesn’t mean I can’t watch them jerk off, though.
I have decided against letting the guy who fucked me in the parking lot fuck me again. After Facetiming with him, I have found that, in my opinion, he has really let himself go. My first impression after seeing him on camera was that this wasn’t the same guy I had pumping cum in my pussy bent over the step rail of a truck. The last time I saw him, he was in his early 20s, had a high fade haircut, and was fit and trim. Last night, he was sporting a scraggly long untrimmed beard. His hair was the same but looked greasy, and if I had to guess, he put on 50 lbs. So much so that I went and looked at the few pictures I have of him and thought to myself, “Wow, that’s a drastic change in a few short years.” Here's a pure Brooke Tyler opinion based on no fact whatsoever, but I think I may be correct. Life is too easy for a lot of people. They have whatever they want, and it all comes so easily. It takes away the drive, the motivation, the ambition. They end up like this guy. A mess. His days of knocking down pussy like a king, I fear, are over. Too much input, not enough output. Had he kept himself in good general appearance, I could probably let the weight gain slide, but it’s that sloppy, dirty, homeless appearance that’s dried my pussy right up. So, no parking lot fucking for him. Hopefully, I will find someone else to breed me standing up in a parking lot.
That time I got fucked and properly bred in the parking lot while his 3 friends watched. Does anyone remember that? I just heard from him. He's going to be in town for Bike Week next week. I think I should let him spray cum in my guts again...what do you think? Go for round 2? I should be all good to go by then anyway!
Cop pulls me over, I suck the cum out his balls, I don’t get a ticket. It’s a win-win. He gets his ball emptied, and I get a belly full of blue sperm. I wish. I always had that fantasy of sucking the sperm out of a cop's balls via the head of his cock. I mean, I have sucked cum from a cop's dick before, but he wasn’t on duty at the time. I really would do it if the situation presented itself. Not to get out of the ticket, that’s an added bonus, but for the thrill of a cop slipping his dick in my throat and pumping himself empty during a traffic stop. Sadly, the situation has never presented itself. I don’t speed all that much, and it’s been like 15 or 20 years since I have been pulled over.
Rob wants to cum over and let me edge him. He’s a dumbass. He’ll get the crud as well. So, I watched him edge himself via Facetime. Now I’m a bit hornier than I was. I had to kick my husband out of the house. I don’t like him being around when I’m talking with Rob. He was okay with it. He went to Home Depot, and I watched Rob stroke his amazingly perfect cock for me. “Beats” nothing at all!
I am missing my swingers house party tonight. That sucks. I can’t go, I still have a cold. I must be getting better, though, because I keep thinking about rubbing one out. I got a case of the hornies. I was looking forward to it. It’s one of the few places I know I can eat some top-level pussy and get dick at the same time. Only one thing I don’t like. A lot of these folks have lots of money, and they try to impress me with it. Shh. Don’t talk. I could care less how much or how little you may have. I’m not here to discuss finances, nor will I be swayed into being your “couples play toy” because I get to stay in your house with white marble floors. I’m here to eat pussy, suck dick, get bred. But let us be honest. I like these house parties because of the wealthy clientele. The trophy wives are fun to lick from top to bottom. Some of the guys aren’t so bad, either. But after the cum has been deposited and the pussies have been licked, I need to get out of there lest I lose my mind listening to them. I still see a wealthy chick from a house party I went to last year. She’s crazy. I haven’t tasted her pussy in a month or two, but she was going to be there tonight. She lies to me about her marriage and all that other crap. I don’t care. She and her husband are playing a sex fantasy out, and it involves me believing she is going to leave her husband for me. Which I’m totally fine with. I wish they’d let me in on the rules so I can also play. But they aren’t going to do that. So, I’ll keep licking her clit until she floods my mouth with pussy jizz, and they can keep going on with whatever it is they are going on with. She sucks at eating pussy. I don’t even bother with it anymore. I just like eating her. That’s it. Wait. I like licking and tonguing her ass as well. She has an asshole I can’t resist slipping my tongue in. I like to stretch it with my fingers so my tongue will slip in further and easier. She certainly doesn’t seem to mind my licking her bum, so I’ll keep at it as long as she lets me.
“Is it easy to live with yourself when you cheat on every man you have ever been with? Do you even remember the first time you cheated on someone?” I think this is supposed to be an insult. I’m not quite sure. At the least, it’s questioning my moral character. I can understand that. It doesn't hit that way with me, but I get it. It’s disconcerting to guys that their woman will want and fall in love with another’s man cock. But, yes, I remember the first time I cheated on a guy. It was so long ago I couldn’t even get a driver's license, but I remember it like it was yesterday. However, I think more to the point: do I remember the first time I accepted another man's sperm in my body while I was married? Oh yes, I do. Larry was the first guy to pump jizz into me while I was married to another man. I worked with Larry. We flirted, and we flirted, and then he fucked me in the conference room of the office we worked at while my husband was out of state on business. I can remember standing in the doorway, making out. I can almost feel his fingers inside of me after he slipped them in my pants. I often picture myself on my knees with his skinny little cock in my mouth. I remember his cock vividly. Not because it was amazing but because I was surprised at how thin it was. Somewhat short as well. Pencil dick would be the term I would use now. I had mentally pictured him with a big, fat, long, scary dick. It was anything but. That never matters, though. Only in porn does something like that matter in a situation like this. I was worked up. When a girl is worked up, a dick is a dick, and they all end up doing the same job equally well at times like this. And I was completely in fuck machine mode, so to say I was “worked up” would be an understatement. I think back, and the thought that his dick would have been the perfect cock to slip in my ass makes me believe I missed a good opportunity to have opened myself up to the world of ass fucking with him. But that wasn’t my thing back then. So, what happened was we made out, he fingered me, I stroked him, I blew him, he bent me over a chair and fucked me from behind until I came, and then he pulled out, announced he was going to cum, and I put his dick back in my mouth and ate the sperm that was fresh out of his testicles. He looked at his dick and said something about me leaving lipstick on his dick in reference to his fiancé seeing it and finding out. So, I cleaned his dick for him, which got hard again, and I sucked a second load out of his cock, leaving more lipstick. I left him to deal with that. That was my first married cheating experience, and it was a fantastic one.
However, I told my husband what I did when he returned from his trip. We were sitting in our beat-up old hot tub, and I said, “I cheated on you.” He was pretty calm and asked for the who, when, and why of the whole thing. I told him everything. My excuse was I just wanted to fuck. He was okay at first, but a day later, he kicked me out for a few days. Then we worked it out. I ended up quitting my job where I worked so I wouldn’t be around Larry anymore. The thing was, I thought I was in love with Larry. I wasn’t. I was just horny, and though my husband was just as good a fuck as Larry, if not better, the sex with Larry was amazing because he wasn’t my husband. A lot of you won’t understand that. I didn’t understand that at the time. Again, I confused sexual obsession with love. So, I started leaving notes on Larry’s car to call me. He did, and we fucked. We fucked a lot. He must have pumped 20 loads of cum in my guts in a month. The sex was so good I couldn’t stop. Skinny little dick aside, it was amazing sex. Until I went home after Larry left a lump of cum in my pussy and hopped in the shower. My husband walked into the bedroom and saw my clothes on the floor, and my panties were on top of the bed. They were still wet with Larry’s sperm. That is how I got caught. Things went south after that. I was left with a choice, and I chose Larry. Sadly, Larry chose his fiancé, and I went back to my husband, who wasn’t really having any of it. What is the moral of the story? If you are going to cheat, don’t leave your cum filled panties on the bed.
I remember when a guy tried to talk me into letting him run my OFs account. He had this brilliant idea of filming me filming myself. As in, I would be staring at a phone on a stand while he films me videoing myself staring at my phone on a stand…except I wouldn’t really be videoing myself because we would use the footage from his “good” camera. It would just look like I’m videoing myself. You get how dumb this sounds, right? What exactly is the point, and who am I actually fooling? Why wouldn’t I just video myself with my phone instead of having you video myself pretending to video myself in front of the phone? He said it’s what guys want to see. Too fucking bad. I’m not doing it. I just saw someone doing it. She looked good. I’m still not doing it.
Yes, probably more than half of the accounts on OFs are managed by third parties. They answer the messages, create the posts, do all that happy stuff, and typically get half of the earnings, sometimes more, sometimes less. I don’t like it, but I get it. These chicks are too busy to be messing around with us lowly porn degens. I like running my own account. I got lots of pics and videos. I got an amazing cum dump yesterday. I’m still thinking about it. I kind of want to drink it. Too bad he lives in Finland. It was a good one. A sight to see, for sure. Be better if it slid down my throat into my belly. And no…cum isn’t delicious. It’s just sexy as fuck. I don’t know how to explain it. Eating a man's sperm turns into somewhat of an obsession when I’m worked up. Not for the taste, but because the thought of drinking jizz that was created in a man's testicles and caused those very same testicles to cramp up and empty themselves in my mouth…makes me want to drink it. In a very obsessive way.
I found myself wandering around the house this morning, saying out loud, “Who wants to fuck?” I am all alone. I haven’t a clue who I’m asking this question to. Got to be the testosterone. I’m really digging it. Was iffy on it but now…I like! Clit still has a chubby, It’s not hard as a rock but it’s a semi.
Pick up line failure. “I’m not going to try and sleep with you because I like you.” I laughed. It was at that moment he knew he fucked up. The first thing that popped into my mind was he expects me to be honored that he likes me for no other reason than I am being graced by his presence. I actually might have fucked him…up until he said that. True story. I fucked someone else that night. Because that someone else brought more to the table than he did. He not only liked me, but he was also willing to stick his dick in my guts as well.
Do I fuck guys one time and forget them? Not by design but it has happened. Usually, they are bad fucks. Those guys are easy to forget. I don’t regret them; I just don’t want to waste time with them. Sometimes my pussy will get the better of me and I’ll have a fantastic fuck with a stranger who lives 1000 miles away and never to be heard from again. It’s hard to remember their faces and names as well. No fault of their own, just an hour or so of fucking doesn’t sink in the memory too well.
I’m the wrong person to ask if you are looking for someone to agree with you unconditionally. If you ask me something, I’ll tell you what I think. I don’t care if by doing so I’m not the cool, hip, up to date with times, person. I don’t care if my answer doesn’t fit in with what is considered appropriate. I really don’t. I’d rather do and say what I believe than fit in with the hipsters. So, last night, a guy I did not know was sitting beside me was trying to pick up a fat chick, tapped me on the shoulder, and asked me to confirm the statement, “Guys love chicks with curves.” Bad move. I won’t be put on the spot like that for anyone. So, I shifted the spotlight; I said, “Define curves.” I’m sure he could have figured out a good answer if he had been quick enough. He wasn’t, and he stumbled on his reply, and that’s all it took. No chubby pussy for him.
What's my heritage? I’m not sure. I don’t even know what answer is expected from that question. My grandparents came from Hamburg, Germany. Is that the answer you were looking for? What, why, or where, before that… I don’t have a clue. In the same question, someone said it seemed as if I was Italian. I would guess no on that, but I could be wrong. The Captain Obvious thing to say here is that my recent family tree would probably be considered European of some sort. I never put any real thought, nor have I had any interest in where I or anyone else descended from. I’m certainly not going to pay for some DNA ancestry test. It would be kind of cool if I was from the “North 🍆 Pole.”
Here are some pics for Matt. Now to the blow-by-blow. Ryan was fun today. He couldn’t fuck me, but still, it was fun. His dick would not get hard. I mean, it stayed floppy and worthless. Completely unusable. It happens. Certainly not the first time a guy He was devastated. I was disappointed. The dummy had tears in his eyes he was so upset. When he started getting angry about it that’s when I decided to call it a day. Look, I don’t have a dick. I wish I did, but I don’t. I understand the fact that guys have more things that need to happen for sex to occur, and it doesn’t always go as planned. But when you get mad to the point of kicking things…I’m out. Nine times out of ten, I can make something happen in these situations, but not when you get unreasonable. So, I got dressed and headed for the door. He became super apologetic, and I appreciate that. We all have our moments. So, I sat with him briefly, and we talked it out. He was upset that I postponed our fuck date so I could fuck Rob instead of him. He said it made him feel like I didn’t care about him. And he’s right, I really don’t. I didn’t say that, but let's throw the cards on the table. Ryan is fun to look at, it’s fun to put his dick inside of me, and I enjoy our sex together, but that’s about it. I know he left his wife for me, screwed up his life, and all that other stuff. That’s on him, and I never asked him nor inferred that he should do any of that. So, I guess when I canceled his dick in favor of Robs…that hurt his feelings in a hard way. But wait…is that really it? It gets somewhat twisted because when I started asking him if it upset him that I was bored and just bent over and didn’t move the last time he pumped me, he got a bit hesitant. But his dick looked like it was now a semi. I asked him if it bothered him that I liked Rob's cock better than his. He was saying no, but now his dick was properly hard. For fucks sake, guys. Just say what turns you on. Of all people, I’m not the one to judge anyone's kink. I don’t even know what Ryan’s kink really is. He never made it clear. What I do know is that I stroked his cock and asked him how it felt to have his dick in an asshole that was just stretched vastly wider than his dick would ever be able to do. When I asked him how it felt to use Rob's sperm as lube, he shot himself in the chest with his cum. That’s all the satisfaction I needed. So, I left him in his crappy little apartment/motel room, cleaning his jizz off himself. I know I didn’t get fucked, I still need to, and I’ll see what I can do about that, but I’m very satisfied with today's turn of events. I like that he’s giving into some kinks. I like that it’s hard for him to admit that he has a deviant streak. He has elevated himself in my book. He earned himself some extra credit, so to speak. Good for him. Now, either Tony is going to show up, or Scott is going to be pumping my biggest, fattest dildo in my hole when he gets home. There will be some cock in my holes, be it real or plastic, one way or another tonight. Ryan has given me such delicious things to think about. I’m anxious to see how strong of an orgasm I’m about to have!
Ryan will be sucking my clit dick today like it's a cock. It's big enough, it's fat enough, and it's hard like rock, and if he does it right, I'll gush girl jizz in his mouth. Hope he's hungry. This is the outfit he will see when I drop my pants.
Okie dokie, what's going on? I don’t know. I think, not sure, that I have some time scheduled with Ryan again today. I could use a good fuck, so hopefully, that pans out. Would prefer it to be Rob, but I’ll take whatever hard cock cums my way. That’s mean to say that…but it’s true. Everyone has a preference for pretty much everything. My preference when it cums to getting my insides sprayed down with jizz is Rob. Plus, Rob leaves me pretty much ruined for two or three days afterward, and I like that. See what happens today.
The Testosterone is kicking in hard. I want to fuck so bad it’s keeping me up at night. I had to rub one out at 3 am. I’m not complaining. My clit is throbbing, and it’s hard all the time. It’s got to be getting bigger, or at least it’s ready to start getting bigger. Weird share. The Test is making want a dick so bad I can taste it…and I know what dick tastes like. Will someone just hurry up and invent a magic potion that will turn my clit into a fully functional six-inch dick. Please and thank you. And no…I don’t want to be a rainbow flag waving let's transition maniac. I get it. It’s a fantasy…it’s not going to happen. I just want my clit to turn into a dick. I have zero desire to be a dude but an actual chick with an actual 6-inch clit dick…. I could go for that.
My “you don’t want to be my cuck” rant wasn’t meant to discourage anyone from aspiring to be a cuck. It was just a public service announcement that the thought of it for most guys is more appealing than the actual application of it. It takes a mentally strong man to be able to live that lifestyle.
I have been invited to another “Swingers House Party” this weekend. I’m going. I’m trying to get Rob to take me, but he hasn’t answered me. Otherwise, I’ll have to ask Ryan, then Tony, and if neither of those two can do it, then Scott. I hope not Scott. He gets along with everyone everywhere he goes. It’s annoying. I go to these parties to breed, not socialize. His job is to entertain me, not everyone else.
Got some feedback on my TikTok phone zombie rant as well. Apparently, TikTok is a useful tool. I disagree. Looking up how to replace the piston in your car is a useful tool. Watching giant boats get launched a thousand times is an addiction. You can’t fool another addict. Defending the addiction is addict playbook 101. I defend my addiction by saying sex is healthy, and it is. Until you start impacting other people's lives…which I do all the time. It’s part of my addiction. I admit it. I don’t want to quit, and I don’t think I could even if I wanted to at this point in my life. I don’t see the need to. I inform all my future possible long-term partners of the ride they are about to get on. They make their own choice, and it’s on them to hop off if it gets to be too much. The good news is that I won’t be overdosing on orgasms, and I get some cardio in while I’m at it. The bad news is…I have zero concerns about fucking my best friend's husband if he turns me on. The good news is that if I do fuck your husband…it’s not because I want to hold hands and go on picnics with him. I just wanted a dick in my guts, and his dick happened to be the closest available one. Wow. This is oversharing at its worst. Oh well, I call it like I see it.
Lots of guys want to be my cuck. Wrong. No, you don’t. You like the thought of it. I don’t dabble in it. I live it. I live it because I love it. It’s one of the great joys in my life. I will never give it up. My love for this lifestyle is not so much for guys who “think” they want to be a cuck. When it comes down to it, and I don't cum home because I'm spending a few days with another man…you will probably rethink your choice of becoming a cuck. When I don’t fuck you anymore…you start to rethink your choice. When I won’t even let you see me naked if you won’t eat your own sperm while I watch and laugh at you as you do it because it’s so pathetic. When I tell you I am more attracted to, more in love with another man, and I want to belong exclusively to him…that’s the real deal killer for most guys. There is always a chance another man may take me away forever. You have to live with that. Because, for me, if you want to be a cuck, then you are going to be a cuck. There will be no fantasy games, no safe words, no restrictions, no “we can just do it for a weekend now and then.” You don’t get to watch anything unless I want you to, and that, at best, would be few and far between, if ever. That’s for part-timers and insecure husbands, neither of which I have patience for. You sit at home. You wait. Maybe I’ll cum home. Maybe I won’t. I won’t call, I won’t text. If I come home, I may or may not tell you where I was or who I was with. Depends on how I feel. If I want you to eat the warm, living sperm that was pumped out of another man's testicles into my holes, you will eat it or leave. A part of him will always now be a part of you. You will endure me fucking your friends, your adversaries, and I will tell them how I have you eat their sperm after they pump it into me. I won’t even be attracted to them, but I’ll do it so it reduces you in front of them to a whining little jizz eating troll they will laugh at. All of which will wildly turn me on and fuel me to keep on going even harder. But, if after all that, you still want to be a cuck…then you might actually have a future in it. From what I can tell, it's an amazing future for true cucks. Otherwise, you just want to be the guy that turns my head and gives me another cock to rub in the face of my cuck. Probably a safer bet for those who like to dabble.
