My older gent flipped-flopped just like I thought he would. His dick quit being a limp emotional wimp and tossed his feelings about his wife and such in the garbage, and now he wants to breed me with it. He asked me not to write about it anymore but...you know...it's kind of what I do. Is it awkward knowing he's going to read this? Not for me! Am I going to let him slip his dick in my guts? I don't know...maybe I will. We will see how he responds to this post š I am a sucker for men who cheat...always have been!
I want to say this real quick. So many guys are oblivious to the fact that women like to fuck. As much as or more than they do. It's a big mistake and, in my opinion, causes them to underperform, thinking I'm there for their pleasure only. Why is that? I don't know. But I do know it upsets lots of guys for whatever weird reason when they realize I like dick more than they like pussy. Go figure.
Why do I like men who cheat on their wives? Some of it is they get it...sex is the key to life. Sure, some of them get obsessed, but they get obsessed with the sex, and when that happens...it's good fucking sex! Do some of them fall in love? Of course, they do. I do as well, but it's not real. I have learned my emotional attachment is with their dick, not the man who carries it. Same thing for them. They are in love with what I do to their dick, not who I am. Here is an honest statement. I get off knowing I outfucked their wives, hands down, no questions asked. That's why I do everything I can to own them entirely by fucking them into submission. The orgasms I get from that...out of this world. I just can't get that kind of thrill by fucking a single guy.
So, what use would I have for a single guy if I so love fucking married guys? Single guys are more fun. They take you on dates. Single guys want to introduce you to their friends, which, if I'm being honest, is a mistake because I'm not a super faithful person. They invest more time and energy into you. It's a pointless endeavor, though. Odds are high. I'll fuck you until I get bored and move on to one of your friends. I don't know why guys get so mad and so possessive over pussy. It never belonged to you. It was just your turn. Now it's your best friend's turn.
I got nailed today. 3 wonderful times. Had a nice 6 inches moving things around inside of me. Left all three loads in me. Proper breeding at its finest. I would love to go into more detail, but Iām short on time. I have a lot to cover tonight and old concrete to get out of my house.
My older gentleman dumped me. He is feeling guilty about letting me drink his sperm. He said it feels like he is cheating on his kids. He started in on a speech about how what we did was wrong, and I just cut him off. I donāt have time for this silliness. I just want to fuck, cum, and do it again. I donāt need all the touchy-feely crap he wants to drag into it. I explained that I did nothing wrong. I sucked his dick. It was fun, and I enjoyed that. I reminded him that so did he, or I wouldnāt have left with a belly full of his cum. Am I upset? No. I could take him or leave him. Annoyed would be a better term. I donāt need a lecture on morality. Once his dick starts doing the thinking for him again, and it will, he has effectively burned his bridges with me. He will have to find someone else to stick it in. It wonāt be me. Guys like this get turned around easily and if his emotions got the better of him once, it will happen again. I just donāt have the time. I like my sex, and I donāt enjoy it getting interfered with by wishy-washy feelings. Heās a subscriber here, so he will be reading this. He is a subscriber, probably not for very long. Such is life.
Oddly enough, I do have another date tomorrow night with Tony. I had almost the same situation with him as I did with the above older gentleman. Only Tony handled it way better. Itās been a while. Heās working at some big custom printer outfit now. No more deliveries. Guess he broke up with his girlfriend. Thatās the excuse he used to quit hanging out with me. And he told me that. Said he didnāt want to step out on her but wanted to leave things open if things change. Iām good with that. Life changes and situations change. We are fuck buddies. Thatās all we are. Girlfriends get in the way of that, and I have zero issues with that. Itās up front that Iām not your girlfriend, nor will I be. Iām the hole you stick your dick in to empty your balls. The only thing you are to me is the man that carries the cock I want to breed with. We can be friends, but nothing more. Which is exactly what I want to be. You cum, I cum, everyone is happy. The more sperm I dripā¦, the better job you have done at making me youāre personal cum dumpster.
Iām going to lead with, yes, I sucked a dick until his testicles let loose of their contents and fed me like a proper cock hound needs to be fed. That was yesterday. I met him on Saturday. He stopped by the house to give me some advice on my floor. (OVER SHARE WARINGā¦THIS RECOUNT GOES ON AND ONā¦YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED) I ran into him Friday night at Beals, which is a chain store, kind of like a discount department store. He is a subscriber, and he just came right out and asked me how the floors were going. I asked him how he knew about my floors, and he said he read about it here on OFs. He gave me a card from the flooring company he owns and asked if I would like him to take a look at it. I said I would give him a call about it. I went home, looked at it, and promptly called him. I donāt normally do that because you never know when you run into people like this who you are going to get. But I know where his company is, I have seen it a thousand times, and honestly, he was pretty hot for 61 years old. So, he showed up Saturday and looked at it, showed me what I needed to do, and we sat down and talked. He has been married for 33 years, has 3 grown daughters, and isnāt super happy with his sex life. His wife is 53. She gave up on sex around 40. Said it hurt. I asked if she ever went to see anyone about it, and he said she wouldnāt; it wasnāt that important to her. I asked if she owned a vibrator. He said no. So, we are down to things now. She just doesnāt want to fuck, or she just doesnāt want to fuck him. Odds are in at about 99% that she just isnāt interested in fucking. I asked if she was fit. I already knew the answer, and He said no. I asked if she was fat, again, I already knew the answer. He said very. Soā¦in my very unverified professional opinion, she has decided she would rather be fat and lazy than be fit and fuck. If I were him, and Iām not, I would have dumped her immediately, but thatās easy for me to say. If you canāt get your balls emptied by your own wife or your pussy filled by your own husband on the regularā¦.that isnāt love. Thatās comfort in the most selfish of ways. I could care less if she got fat or it hurt. Giving a blowjob or a handjob a few times a week would indicate she understands your needs and is willing to put in the 15 minutes 3 or 4 times a week to satisfy that need. I have left guys because they got tired of fucking 4 or 5 times a week. Sureā¦I like to go for an hour or two, but if Iām with you, you already knew that. Your dick wonāt get hard? Thatās okay, eat me. Finger me. Use toys on me, but you better do something, or someone else will be doing it for you. Then what do I need you for? Companionship? I can assure you the bond between us is getting strained and awkward if you arenāt putting in the effort to breed me the way I need to be bred. Manā¦Iām rambling here. It just ticks me off hearing that from him, and itās almost like a pandemic these days with both guys and girls more interested in eating, looking at their phones, playing video games, and watching crappy TV than they are in fucking. Anywayā¦Iāll shut up. He had to go, so I thanked him for coming out. I told him not to be shy, to message me on OFs, and he went home. I wanted to empty his balls. I really did. But I didnāt want him to think it was payment for his professional advice. I wanted him to know if I did empty his testicles, it was because I wanted to for my own pleasure. So, I texted him Sunday, he snuck away, and showed up at my door. We talked for a few minutes at the dining room table, and then I got up, undid his button and zipper, and pulled his pants down along with his boxers and boom. There was a nice 5, maybe 6 inches 61-year-old cock standing rock hard and tall. Only one complaint. If you are going to dye your hair to get rid of the greyā¦, do your pubes as well. Either youāre all in, or youāre all out. Either way, but no mix and matching. Just a small personal gripe. His dick was very nice. I wanted it inside of me, but I went too far with the blowjob and ended up sucking the cum right out of his balls. It was a big load. Bigger than anyone I really know right now other than Connors. Nobody tops Connor, but he gave it a good go. I actually spilled some sperm, which I donāt normally do. I sucked him for a few more minutes until he was completely soft. Then I popped his post cum shriveled up dick out of my mouth and said we could go again when it gets hard. He informed me he couldnāt get hard twice in the same day unless he had Viagra, and since he hasnāt been fucking for years now, he didnāt have any. Obviously, neither did I. He was kind of emotional about it. I thought he might cry. I apologized and said I didnāt mean to cross any marital boundaries he may have had. He said he had no idea why he was getting teary-eyed; he said it was the most amazing orgasm of his life, which made me proud if we are being honest, and being emotional had never happened before. He said he could give a fuck about his wifeā¦his exact words. He got so embarrassed about it, though. I told him I had seen guys cry before after they cum. They canāt help it. Sure, itās not the norm, but a good cum does a lot of different things to a lot of different people. I turn into a temporary tard. We will fuck, though. Maybe this week. We are in touch with each other via text, so heās not hit-and-run. He only lives ten minutes away, so itās not like we can sneak a fuck in here and there. Iāll keep you posted.
I got the floor completely up, down to the concrete slab. The layers of tile laid over tile, a layer of Terrazzo, and a layer of leveling concrete. Almost 4 inches of stuff. All on my own. How many 56-year-old GILF/MILFās do you know that do that and still fuck your dick clean off? Not too many, I bet!
I beat my floors for about 4 hours this morning, and Iām beating my clit. As well as my ass and my pussy. We have a new cameraman who happens to be a woman, so give her a hand for watching me masturbate without totally freaking out. Yes. I actually came. And quite well, if I might add. I asked her what she thought of the whole thing, and she said she wasnāt sure. She said it turned her on, but she said she also felt like she was committing a crime by videoing it. I asked her if she would like me to watch her rub one out, and she declined. She said it sounded good, but she would be too uncomfortable. I donāt push people. I let them find their own way, so I left it at that. I was curious if I would hear from her again. I wasnāt sure if I totally creeped her out. But 30 minutes later, she called, not texted, and wanted to know if I would go out with her to the outlets tonight. Hell, yes, I will. This is how I worm my way right on in. With any luckā¦Iāll be the one rubbing her out in the near future! See how it turns out. I canāt use her name. Iāll have to think of one. Iāll let you know. Anyway, let me know what you think about this video!
Someone said I should use more makeup; it's how all the other girls make their skin smoother and have no wrinkles. I canāt make this stuff up. No, makeup isnāt how they make their skin look flat and plastic. Filters make the skin look flat and plastic. They also change the structure of their faces, knock off 20 pounds, and hide the 30 years of smoking, drugs, and booze. Iām going to be 57 next month. Iām no spring chicken, but not only will I out fuck, outlast, and outsmart most 20-somethings, I donāt look all that bad for a granny. Most women my age look twice as old as me, and their bodies are melting. So, no. I wonāt be wearing any more makeup, nor will I filter anything. I never sold myself as a fake trying to be 30 when Iām damn near 60. Iām just trying to beat the Grim Reaper at his own game, and so far, so good. Deal with the wrinkles. I kind of dig them. I probably wonāt in 10 years, but we will cross that bridge when we get there.
I thought I was tired today. Too tired to rub one out. I was wrong. I got on here and got a couple of cum videos from a few of you, and then I went watched some more anal creampie videos on the tubes...and before I knew it, I was finishing myself off. It was pretty good. There was this one video where some MILF, no idea who she was, was getting her ass made love to by some huge dick stud that couldn't have been more than 18, and when he slid out of her, a long ropey flow of sperm just drooled, out of her asshole. So jealous. There is nothing like being owned by a cock attached to an 18 yr old who pumped my ass to make me feel like a woman. Plus he was hot as fuck and had a body. The whole package...literally. I wish my asshole wouldn't absorb sperm like a sponge. I would love for it to run out right after a guy pulls his dick out of my ass. I want him to see what he has done to me. I need him to see it. But...my ass just keeps it inside of me until I basically let nature take its course. Kind of a bummer. Anyway, it's a picture update kind of day. So here are a few pics.
Why am I tired? Been trying to get tile off the floor all day long. Got about a third of it. The stuff is really glued down. I have been hitting it with my hammer drill all day long. Tough work. Hats off to the guys who do it every day. I'm sure they would have had it off the floor and retiled by now, but I never claimed to be a pro. Anyway, it's time for a shower and a quick sit down. I got some videos cumming up for you tomorrow, so watch for them!
Good morning everyone! Just dropping some pics I did yesterday. I'll get some more stuff done today. Open to requests, so feel free to drop some ideas.
Scott wanted to fuck today. Had to say no. I want to save my pussy for a better dick. He doesnāt get my ass. That is for other men. I donāt suck his dickā¦again, my mouth is for cocks attached to other men. So I let him lick my wide-open pussy till I came. Then I went back to working in my bathroom. I assume he jerked off, though I canāt verify that as of right now. He seemed pretty happy about making me cum, though.
Sixty-plus percent of people 25 and under would give up their right to vote to keep access to TikTok. What do I think about that? I think they are beyond repair. They are a bunch of mindless tards. I would add āreā to the front of that, but apparently, that triggers them.
Whoever put the āSā in Fast-food is a marketing genius.
A few years ago, Scott called me and asked me if he could come over. I said sure, thereās nobody here. He called me later and said nobody was home. I said that is exactly what I told you. He still asked me to marry him a year later.
Knocking up tile is a dirty, messy job. In case you were wondering. So is jerking a dick off, except the jizz tastes better than the tile dust. Just saying.
Why am I gutting my bathroom all by myself? Because Iām sick of women who think they can do anything without being any good at it. They feel entitled. More power to you, sister, but you have to compete on a level playing field before I nod my approval. Otherwise, you are just a whiny little cunt who thinks the world owes them. I will finish this bathroom, I will accept advice and direction, but I will do it myself. I spent 3 hours grinding a 100-year-old steel bathtub yesterday. Sure, Scott could have knocked it out in 30 minutes, but now I know how. I wonāt claim to be an expert when I finish. Iāll be more informed, but far from a pro. I just want to know that I can do it. Thatās it.
Whatās going on? Still got a gaped pussy. Digging that. I like the way that feels. Used is about the only description I can give you. I guess I just like the feeling that comes from being used like that.
Whatās next? Nothing super sexual. I am doing things around the house that will have zero interest for most of you. Iām rebuilding my bathroom. All by my lonesome. I have succeeded in making a huge mess. I also was able to cut a bathtub into 3 pieces with a grinder. Seeā¦Iām more than just a cum dumpster. I can get shit done as well. Though I massively prefer to be the dumpster of cum. Just saying. Anyway, I have to watch a thousand YouTube videos a day so I can figure shit out. So far, so good. Tile is coming up next. As in coming up off the floor. See how that goes. Some will ask why donāt I just pay someone to do it? Because itās my damn house, and Iāll figure it out. That way, if something goes wrong in the futureā¦Iāll generally know what to do. Plus, contrary to popular beliefā¦I am not rich. Iām not paying anyone 20 grand to knock holes in my walls. I can do that fine all by myself; no help is required. Unless I found a super studly construction guy, and he let me pay him with blow jobs and cum dump privileges. Iād do that.
Today was good. My pussy is a disaster right now. My asshole isnāt any better. On top of all that, my jaw is a bit sore. So, all in all, a perfect day! Things have gotten into a bit of a pattern, though, with Rob. Iām not saying he didnāt fuck me so good he turned me into a blubbering cum toy. He did. On my second orgasm, I came so hard I think I pulled a muscle in my back. His dick was in my assholeā¦as in balls slapping my pussy deep. It hurts, but it feels so amazingly different. Like Iām being expanded by cock. I can feel the pressure of his dick in my bones and the mental thought of a manās dick spreading me out from inside my colonā¦well, it pushes me over the orgasm edge. My other orgasms, I lost count after 3, were good, but they werenāt violently powerful like that one. Only one thing would have made it better. If he had cum in my ass. Just emptied his testicles in my ass. I would have probably passed out. But he didnāt. He didnāt empty himself in my pussy, either. He wanted to edge him. He fucked me into stupidity and then pulled out and presented his massive cock to my hands. I didnāt want to, I wanted to feel him spay my guts down with his sperm. But I couldnāt say no. He bred me properly so I can bite the bullet and take care of his dick exactly how he likes it to be taken care of. Which means 30 minutes of long slow strokes that make him suck his breath in and hold it. Heās so easy to tell when heās about to blow sperm. His balls disappear, his dick stiffens till it feels like itās going to rupture, and his face makes a shocked look. Then I stop. He asked me to slap his balls when he got to the edge of cumming. So, I did. Itās kind of hard to do because they suck up inside of him, so I have to squeeze them back out. I was worried he would cum while I figured that out. But I got it right, and at first, I didnāt hit them hard enough, and he asked me not to go easy on them. So, I got him to the edge, and I smacked his balls so hard he folded up like a cheap lawn chair. But the kinky fucker liked it, and I ended up doing it quite a few more times. I thought I was going to injure him I was smacking them that hard. Apparently not. I asked him when he came if I could suck the sperm from his cum hole, but he asked me not to. He had me massage each recessed ball with one hand on each one until he pumped his last drop of cum out. I got to lick his nut up, but itās so much better when itās hot and fresh out of the balls and straight to the throat. It's kind of like eating cold pizzaā¦itās still good but not like it is when it's fresh and hot. I got more to tell you, itās kind of odd stuff but Iāll do that tomorrow. I need to go stare at my holes some more.
Okay, it was Ryan yesterday, and today it is Rob. Iām glad I fucked Ryan yesterday because Ryan doesnāt resize me. His dick is average-sized in length and width. It is a good-looking penis, though. I have to admit that. I like to admire it. That weirds him out. I hold it and talk to it. I told his dick I loved it yesterday, and I think I actually do. He thought I was talking about him. I had to tell him I was talking to his cock, not him. He said that was completely weird. I donāt care. His dick responded well and fucked me to 2 fantastic orgasms. So, my guess is his cock must know I have special feelings for it. Anyway, as special as it is, it isnāt a Rob cock. Robās cock is just heavy. When I hold it, itās like a couple of pounds. It is so heavy it wonāt stand up vertically as Ryanās cock will. It just weighs itself down. It gets level at best. Itās over 9 inches, close to 10, and itās thicker than my wrist. What Iām saying is that for several days after that monster has turned my insides into soup, my pussy, and my ass are resized. Visibly, and I can feel it internally. Itās a wonderful feeling. I would like to fuck Rob every day for 2 weeks straight and see if it permanently resizes my holes. It would be a bummer for everyone else, but I like the feeling of a smaller cock just plundering around in my giant holes courtesy of Rob's dick. Gives me a feeling of sexual power. Like, Iām way too much woman for their smaller dicks. That feeling of power makes me cum every time. I rub myself off thinking about that quite a bit. In fact, that has been my go-to mental picture when I do rub one out. But today, Rob is going to get to re-size my holes to his heartās content, and I have no fuck sessions set up tomorrow, or the rest of the week for that matter. Iāll have to figure something out. Tony has been texting; maybe Iāll get some 20-something dick this week as well. Even if I wonāt feel it.
Ryan tried to pump a baby inside of me via my asshole. It wonāt work, but Iāll give him an A+ for effort. He fucked my pussy till I had a mouth-drooling, mind-blowing orgasm and then slipped his dick in my butt. Itās his dickās favorite place to be. I donāt blame it. If I had a dick, Iād want to fuck a lot of assholes till they were sloppy with cum. Sometimes I see a chickās asshole, and all I can think about is licking it. I canāt help itā¦I just want to stick my tongue in it. I canāt imagine what I would do if I had an actual functional cock. Anyway, it was a win-win. He fucked my asshole, stretched it out, got me off again, and then sprayed my colon down with ball snot. Oddly enough, his jizz ran out of my asshole pretty much right after I left him. My butt likes to keep jizz. It can sit on it all day, all night, and then when nature callsā¦out, it goes. I prefer it would just run out. I like the way it feels. Itās greasy. I feel like I can walk smoother. Who am I kidding? I like the mental visual of it leaking out. I like knowing I let a man in his 30s bend me over, slip his dick in my asshole, ream out my colon with it, make me cum, and then empty his testicles in the backdoor. It feels sexy as fuck. Makes me horny all over again. So, props to himā¦he fucked both my holes and made me cum hard when he was in each one.
Ryan wanted to fuck my ass again, but I was stretched and didnāt want to have to much of a good thing. I offered my pussy, but he wasnāt having it. He asked if I would blow him on my knees with my hands behind my back the entire time. Absolutely. And I did just that. He took a quick shower, and I got on my knees, hands behind my back, and he fed me his dick. I donāt know what turned him on about that, but it turned me on doing it. I sucked his dick, and his balls licked the head, and when I started tonguing his cum holeā¦he started jerking around and making noises announcing I hit the sweet spot and sperm would soon be arriving. I sucked the head of his dick in my mouth and drank it all down. I like that because I took his sperm out of his testicles and made it part of me. I have a piece of him inside of me forever, and he can never have it back. It's another weird thing that turns me on, but cut me some slack. I like what I like. Soā¦I ended up driving home with a load in my butthole and another in my belly. Well-fed, one might say. So, all in all, a pretty good way to kick the New Year off, even if it was a week late!
Heading out the door to see Ryan, so just a few pics to get you started. Yes...I'm wearing this dress to go see him. It should set the mood for his cock and let it know I plan on doing terribly wonderful things to it...so good his balls will get motion sick and spit up sperm...hopefully inside of me.
My clit is just fucking huge. I pumped it this morning, you saw that, and then I rubbed it, and I got off. Not the big one, but I got off. Now, Iām so horny Iām basically a tard. I am pretty much a walking cock hole bumping off the walls and saying, āPlease pump me.ā If I have to fuck another plastic dildo, Iām going to scream. They get the job done, but thatās about it. They are cold, donāt feel right, and they never push sperm in my guts. If you have never felt a hot load of cum flooding your insides, then you just wonāt know the joy I get from being bred to completion. Anyway, moving on.
I have a date with Ryan tomorrow. Heās going to want to try and pump a baby into my asshole, but Iām going to want it rerouted and pumped into my cunt. Itās just been a few weeks too long since I have been flooded with jizz. I have him all afternoon, so there will be plenty of time for seconds and thirds. He can breed my colon all he wants after he fucks me properly. I have missed Ryan. Itās been too long.
Hereās some seriously pumped-up clit material perfect for rubbing one out too. Iāll probably watch it later and do the same. Let me know what you think!
Iām back, finally. Holidays, guests, dog emergencies, and general life crap have all been getting in the way. Like a perfect storm, they all happened at once. All is damn good, though. Everything is working out. Just took a little finesse to get it all on the right track. I know I havenāt answered messages. I havenāt had a minute, and when I did get a little time, I was just too tired to do anything. But finally, I got everything back in order, and I can get back to doing some things just for me. Like being on here!
Have I been getting some top-notch sex lately? Yes. Sadly, from my husband, though. The dude can fuck. The only problem is heās my cuck, and I hate letting him feel me from the inside. My insides are the property of other men. But circumstances and my inability to give in to my sexual urges have made that hard to do. I get horny. Sometimes, to the point it almost hurts. Itās like Iām starving. Why that is I donāt know. I wouldnāt have it any other way, either. Am I a bit of a cock addict? Sure, I would say that I am but if one had to have an addictionā¦I would say sex is probably your best bet. So why am I not fucking other men lately? Because of the damn holidays, all the guests, not to mention the men with the cocks I want to put inside me, have had the same problems getting free. Then, add to it, when I am supposed to get re-sized by Rob, my dog Rudy blows his knee and has surgery, which means I have to be home with him as much as possible. Iād bring the dicks to my house, but it gets the dogs riled up, and thatās no good for Rudy. So, another week or so and I can put Scottās dick back in his pants for good. But, until then, his dick is getting put through the paces. He wants to go back to being pussy free anyway. I can tell. He is all about living his sex life through me. Which makes him the perfect cuck. So, hopefully, all will work out, and Iāll be spending the night with other men shortly while he waits at home and wonders where Iām at and whom Iām with!
Oh man, am I ready to fuck. I need to feel myself stretched from the inside out. I really do. I have had guests nonstop for the last 3 weeks, and it really has cut into my alone time with dick. Even the dick I was getting was kind of rushed because I had to get back to the holiday things that needed to be done. But as of Thursday, the house is all mine again. Minus Scott. But he doesnāt really count now, does he? Heās asked me to tone it down on OFs. The writing, that is. He thinks I should just post pics and videos and leave it at that. That isnāt going to happen. I write this stuff for myself. It makes me happy to share this crap. He will have to deal with it or notā¦either wayā¦Iāll keep on writing. It's taken me a while to answer everyone here, message-wise, that is. I have to find the time to get on here without being too obvious about it. Just finding time to rub one out is getting hard to do. I have specific times and places I prefer to finger myself at. I seem to cum the hardest around 8 PM for whatever reason. Sitting on the can seems to cause unbelievably intense orgasms. A MILF who was big in the mid-2000s clued me in on that, and she was so right. No clue why, nor do I care. All I know is I take my tablet, prop it up and start working the clit, and boomā¦I cum so hard there have been times I have drooled. I have had to use my bed and at odd hours to get myself off. The cums have been lacking, to say the least. But that will all change on Thursday. I have two dates. A lunch date with Rob and a dinner date with Tony. Tony will likely be a quick fuck in the parking lot, but Iām good with that. Rob is going to fuck me into the ground, and I can hardly wait to feel his dick splitting me open. Tony will just be a touch-up fuck. Itās a new year. 2024. What is my New Yearās Resolution? I donāt know. To find that guy that will replace Rob and basically all the rest. One dude that will fuck me so good Iāll beg to lick his ass while I jerk him off. That one guy that could tell me to walk into my neighborhood Publix with his sperm covering my face and order him a sub, and I would do it just so I could get more of his dick inside of me. Heās going to have to be a special fuckā¦but thatās my resolutionā¦to find him. I really do want to be such a cock starved whore for some guy's dick that Iāll lick his asshole just for the privilege of jerking him off at the same time. Letās make this resolution work, guys. So, if you are that manā¦please apply immediately!
I made Scott jerk off for me. I was watching some cum shots on Twitter, and I just wanted to see his dick cum up close and personal. He wanted to fuck, have me suck his dick, give him a hand job, all that happy stuff. I declined and said I just wanted to watch him masturbate. He gave in, and he started going to the bedroom. I told him no, I wanted him to do it in the bathroom, on the crapper, like I do. He thought it was odd, but in the bathroom we went. I sat on the tub and told him to proceed. He did, but he couldnāt get hard. He said I was staring at him, and it was creeping him out. I donāt know that I was staring, I wanted to see his cock start growing. That may not be something special to a guy who has experienced it a million times but of all the dicks I have seen, and itās been thousands, maybe 2 or 3, have I ever witnessed this miracle grow trick performed by a cock. I have watched them grow soft. I have felt them shrink in my mouth after feeding me sperm. But watching them grow, not so much. Last night was no exception. He got hard, but his hand blurred out most of the growing action. He asked me to show him my tits, and I said, āNo. They belong to Rob.ā Which was exactly what he needed to hear because that visibly hardened his dick. Heās such a cuck, and I wouldnāt have it any other way. When he was about to cum, I told him to stop. I instructed him to get himself right to the edge and stop again. He did just that and then he started complaining I was weirding him out because I was staring at his face. Which I admit, I was. I donāt know what happens when you guys get ready to cum, but some kind of natural heroin must run through your body because your face goes straight into that shocked, doped-out look. Itās amazing to see. It made me pour girl jizz in my stretch pants. He started pumping again, but way too fast. It was like he was in a race to get his orgasm over with. So I stopped him, and I slowly tickled the underside of the head of his cock while I stared at his face. He begged me to go faster, so I slowed down. When he finally got to the point of no return, I stared into his face and watched how the orgasm ran through his body, taking away any control of himself he may have had. I didnāt even look at his cock. I only knew he pumped cum because it started pouring on my hand. I wish I had filmed it. I plan on doing that. Watching a man cum is wildly amazing. The entire process never fails to intrigue me. What it must be like for guys. It looks so good. Iām so jealous. So jealous that I promptly rubbed myself off while sitting on the bathtub edge and staring at Scottās dripping dick. It was my first cum of the New Year! Too bad it was with Scott.
Here are a few "Hot Mom" Pics from yesterday. I have house guests, so getting a moment to slip stuff up and get stuff made is a bit of work, but never fear, I shall prevail!
I was in a "Hot Mom" mode yesterday. I'm still in it but now with a twist. I want to fuck some 20-something dad and make them watch. I keep seeing "Hot moms" making their sons watch as they fuck some random dude, usually a BBC. Which is cool but I'd rather have them watch as I fuck their own dad. Seems a little more harsh. The catch is I need the dad to be married so the son knows I'm fucking his real mom right out of the picture. I know. It's an odd thing to get turned on by, but it's got its grip on me, and I can't shake it. Would I do it? Yeah...I would. If you asked me right now I wouldn't think twice about it. Just saying.
I was sitting around watching porn this morning and thinking I like the idea of āI want to fuck your momā porn. Well, not porn, but like reality. I want college-aged guys to see me and think, āIād stick it in her deep.ā I think I look good with a 20-something cock in my holes. I really like the way I look when I have a 20-something cock in my mouth. I need to get some pics and videos of that so I can rub one out and formulate a āfuck your momā scenario in my head. Yes, I have had dicks that belonged to guys who were 18 in my guts. I fucked Connor from 18 all the way into his 20ās. I need another Connor or 3.
I donāt lose very many arguments over current events and the like. Not because Iām brilliantā¦Iām anything but. My magic bullet is never to argue over things you havenāt studied the fine print on. Itās those little details in the fine print that ends up making you look like a dipshit. That and that undeniable urge to want to believe in something false because it sounds good or makes me feel good. Iām guilty of that. Just saying. Dick size. I love a massive penis. The bigger the better. Freakishly impossibly large would be my preference. I would love to run into a 3-foot cock as thick around as a basketball. Would I try and fuck it? You know I would! But that isnāt going to happen. But it should help you understand that my attraction to a massive cock isnāt the physical sensations, itās the mental/visual that gets me fired up. Oddly enough, I get pretty worked up over a 1-inch penis. Again, not the physical sensations it would or wouldnāt have, but just the sight of it and the mental head games I could have with itā¦undeniably hot as fuck. I have had boyfriends with tiny dicks. It made the act of cheating on them with guys that had bigger dicks unbelievably more delicious. One thing I have never done is cheat on a guy with a huge cock with a guy who had a tiny one. I would really like to do that. That way, when he caught me cheating, I could tell him how a guy with a 3-inch cock was so superior to his own 9-inch cock that I would rather fuck his tiny cock than his. I feel like that in his mind that would mentally shrink his dick down to sizeā¦.and that makes me wet. I find that women that say they only prefer small dicks are women who donāt spend much time thinking about or having much sex. I find women who say they only want huge dicks are usually posing. They start crying when some dude with a 9-inch starts making soup out of their insides with it. Women pose a lot. They talk the talk but, in my opinion, rarely rock the cock. Itās the quiet ones who watch porn every time they hit the bathroom...they are the keepers. Wife material, for sure.
All you horny fucks keep trying to set up get-togethers with meā¦want to see if I will empty your testicles for you in one of my special ways. In a perfect world, Iād be pouring sperm from dicks on the daily, but obviously, it isnāt a perfect world. Itās not going to happen. I could lie and lead you on and all that happy slick porn chick bullshit but in the endā¦I only get with people who live in my hometown of Daytona Beach. You missed traveling Brooke, by just about 3 years now. Traveling Brooke no longer exists. Homebody Brooke took her place, so itās a good thing there is plenty of local dick to choose from. Today is take a break from stuffing my guts full of cock day. I have had miles of dick inside of me over the last week. It may be a new personal record. My holes are still pretty cock-gaped out. I looked in the mirror this morning, and my pussy still has the black hole effect still visible. My asshole, it only gapes if I pull on my cheeks, but once I doā¦itās wide open looking for dick. I bet I could slip a finger in there an inch or so without touching anything. Kind of like the game āOperation.ā I could easily get a dick in there because they are available. Eric is ready and willing, so is Ryan, and Rob keeps texting as well. But they have dicks. Dicks do the stretching. My holes are the recipient of that stretching. Am I sore? A little, but not much. I just have this sexy ass feeling of being a well-used cock receptacle. I think Iāll wait until Saturday before I let a cock rearrange my insides again. I am horny, though. My clit keeps getting random erections. Turns into a little stiff piece of steel that screams to be jerked off. You know what? Iām going to shut up now. Iām probably annoying you with weird shit, and Iām just making myself horny. Iāll catch up with you later!
Bikini update. Why? Because I think my clit looks good in a bikini. Tits aren't too shabby, either. I'm pretty sure I could talk most of you into pumping cum into me just by wearing this.
Rob slipped his cock in my asshole today. It took a bit and was a bit uncomfortable at first but so worth it! When my colon adjusts to his size it feels like his cock becomes part of me, doing wonderful things to places in my body that were never intended to be touched by the head of a cock. When he pulls out, I like the feeling of the cool air filling the tunnel his cock made out of my asshole. It stays open, waiting for him to slip it back inside of me. I actually begged him to empty his testicles deep in my guts, but he didnāt do it. He wanted to be edged. I missed out on feeling his warm sperm pour into my innards. I kind of feel cheated. I canāt complain too much though. I came 3 times with his dick in my ass. Two of them were wildly intense. So I spent an hour making Rob squirm and beg me to let him cum. He thought I would edge him for 10 minutes or so. I wasnāt having that. I get a little too into these things and canāt help myself. If you never held someoneās dick in your hand and made them mentally inferior by working their cockā¦you donāt know what that feels like to have that kind of power. I turned him into a pouting imbecile with a huge hard dick. Itās a rush to be able to do that to a man. I didnāt want it to end but he started getting desperate and angry so pushed him over the edge and watched him have an intense orgasm. So much so he told me he loved me afterwards. I like that. I know how he feels. A good orgasm can make you say and do questionable things. But being the good cum dumpster I am, I got him dressed and sent him home to his wife and kids. Anyway, Between Eric last night and this morning and Rob this afternoonā¦.I am so cummed out Iām a bit woozy. Cum-high I guess would be a good term. I need a bit of a break. Iām walking like I have a canyon between my legs. I basically do, two gaped holes at that. It feels satisfying. Like a woman should feel after pleasing herself and her men. Scott will want some action. He isnāt going to get any. Thatās okay. Maybe tomorrow Iāll give him some details. He can wait. He doesnāt have a choice.
Good morning, everyone. Got a novel for you so you have been warned! I just walked in the door. I accidentally tripped, and a wonderful cock slipped inside of meā¦all night long. I woke that dick up to my lips wrapped around the head of it and sucked it till it fed me a sperm breakfast. It was good to feel his cum pouring into my mouth. It was warm and thick and had that taste that goes with the magical smell cum has. So, here I sit with cum heartburn, an angry husband that wants to know where I was last night, and a very wet, pleased, used, and cum sloppy pussy. Andā¦I have another date with Rob in just a few hours. By the end of today, my pussy will have seen miles of dick inside of it. Iām tired. Very tired. But not tired enough to pass up Robās cock. I had probably half a dozen super-strong orgasms last night and another one earlier yesterday. I am almost scared to see how intense the cums Rob is going to give me.
It's been a while since I spent the night at a manās house. I usually make them stay with me. But Eric has that something about him that is hard to refuse. I know my pussy canāt say no to him. I liked waking up and sucking his dick hard and then to orgasm. There were a lot of memorable moments last night, but I keep returning to this one. Maybe because his dick had that used and cum crusty flavor from being inside me for a few hours last night. The smell and taste of his dick just made the thought of removing the sperm from his balls and drinking it irresistible. Donāt worry. I got my cum in as well. After I emptied his balls into my stomach, I felt like I was in beast mode, so I rode his face and shoved my clit in his mouth for 20 minutes until I came as well. I hate to treat a guy like a bitch and fuck his face, but I needed a good eating out. He was good with it. I wonder if he could taste his jizz from last night? The thought of that kind of puts the buzz back in my pussy that is going to need tending to. Rob will have to take care of that for me today. Hopefully, by the time Robās dick is finished breeding me, my holes will be gaped, drooling cum, and left in a state of being unusable for a few days.
Scott. I donāt know what to say. He ties this all together. He is my pussy free husband. Itās been a while since heās touched me. I want him to, but itās even better if he doesnāt. It makes the sex so much more intense with other people when I know Iām denying my husband sex and giving it so freely to my boyfriends. And there is nothing he can do about it. Iām sure he jerks off. Heās distraught today. I didnāt come home last night. I didnāt call, didnāt text. I spent the night with another man in his home, which was amazing. Scott wants answers. No. Let me put this another way. He wants details. I know heās upset, but thatās part of his sexual purpose in life. The more upset and frustrated he becomes, the more intense his sexual release is. So what he wantsā¦scratch thatā¦what he needs, is details. He wants to know if we made out, which we did. He wants to know if he fingered me, which he did. He wants to know if I desire him more than himself, which I do. All of this is awful for a man to hear, and it is for him as well, but his dick will betray him and be hard as a rock if and when I do tell him the details. Which is why he is my husband and the others are not. I donāt know if he understands that fully or not. If not, he will one day, and we will live happily ever after with him licking my pussy like the good little cunt I have turned him into.
The date went well. Good enough, my pussy is still greasy from his jizz. He looked good. Heās 45 now and looks just like he did 8 years ago. His dick was slightly smaller than I remember, but it was in good working order this afternoon. He has something about him. It just makes me want to spread my legs for him and let him breed me. Which is exactly what I did. And breed me, he did. Properly at that. He left me dizzy with a fantastic orgasm and pussy full of thick runny cum. The dummy asked me after he pumped his nut into my womb if I might get pregnant. I said, āA girl could only wish.ā He didnāt know how to take that. I explained to him he didnāt pump a baby in my guts, just a hot load of cum. I like the thought of being bred for real, though. Always turns me on thinking about that. Every time a guy leaves me inseminatedā¦I get that sexy ass itch wondering, āWhat if.ā It makes me feel like a sexy ass woman and I like that. So why deny it? Too many weak, floundering, woke women are running around trying to deny who they are, thinking itās making them profound and strong to deny their womanhood. It doesnāt do anything of the sort. Youāre a woman. You have a vaginaā¦use it properlyā¦it will thank you for it and pay you back in spades with orgasms. It doesnāt mean you canāt be one badass bitch that scares men into submissionā¦it just means you arenāt afraid to admit that a dick in your innards is a good thing.
I will leave at this because Iām going back out with him tonight. I wonder if Iāll even come home. I hope not.
I have a date today. With a man I met 8 years ago. Beautiful man. Good looking in every way. I can almost feel his cock sliding around inside of me already, and itās making me squirm in my chair. The passion I had with this guy was unbelievable. He once fucked me in some strangerās backyard on the outdoor lounge chair. He rearranged my insides until I came and then pumped his balls empty into my guts. I remember it like it was yesterday. We made a little too much noise, and the lights came on, and I left a trail of his sperm across their patio deck as we ran away naked. We were together for a few years. The sex only got better. The relationshipā¦not so much. Iām a hard person to be withā¦he was impossible to be with. Mostly because he was married, though, heās not anymore. It was the excitement of sex that kept us together for so long. Itās easy to mistake that for a meaningful relationship. More so on his part, though. I was comfortable just being his cock socket a few times a week. I was the one who drifted away because the sex got less and less, and when I pushed the issue, he would get defensive about it. He used to do all the little things that make a relationship work. Like finger fuck me under the table while ordering dinner. Then fuck me on the bathroom sink in the same restaurant while we waited for the meal to arrive. It felt like one day, he just lost interest. I figured he got bored, or he was feeling guilty about cheating on his wife, or a little of both. When we would fuck, his dick wouldnāt get hard, or if it did, it would go soft. So often that I was getting impatient with him. Limp dick became such a constant I would wonder why he even bothered trying because we already knew the outcome. When I told him to go see a doctor and see about getting a professional medical opinion, like a dumbass, he refused. Eventually, though, he did. Only after he caught me fucking a couple of other guys. Itās not like we were married, and I like dick. Dick is more important to me than the emotional aspect of the relationship. It always has been, and it always will be and he wasnāt slipping his dick in my guts anymore. So, I found a couple of other guys more than happy to pump my holes full of sperm. He eventually got the prescription and took the pills, and they worked like magic. His dick was harder than it ever was. But something else changed. Our sex life went from the most intense fucking I have ever had to seriously mediocre by-the-numbers fucking. I wouldnāt even cum. I would have to finish myself off later thinking about other men. Unfortunately for him, the breeding sessions these other studs were giving me were vastly superior. There was really no point in keeping him around. I told him I was through with our thing, and he flipped out. He accused me of only being interested in him for sex. He was right. I thought he already knew that. My attraction to him was his constant reckless sexual drive. We got busted fucking in the stairwell of a hotel we werenāt even staying in. He would have me suck his dick in elevators. If I was in a car with him, I more than likely had his dick in my mouth. I would be licking his balls while he was on the phone with his wife. It was amazing sex. But he just stopped. So, I stopped seeing him. Now Iām going to see him today. I remember him mostly in the best of ways. So, if he fingers me in publicā¦then I know we might have something going on. If he is wishy-washy and starts talking about his feelingsā¦Iāll nod my head, smile, and then be on my way. Iāll let you know.
Little Christmas Eve nudity for you. I hope your holidays all go better than you ever expected, and though I may or may not be on tomorrow, I will check in with you all on Tuesday!
