I snuck in a quick fuck with Ryan today. Short on time, so I had him give me a clit blowjob to get things fired up and then slipped his stiff dick in my guts and fucked myself stupid on his dick. Had an extremely good cum. It was...satisfying. I feel at ease now. Ryan is doing very well at pleasing my pussy these days. He never cums before I do, and I appreciate that. I'm good with guys cumming fast when my pussy is a new cock sleeve experience for them. But after 4 or 5 fucks I expect to be properly bred. As in fuck me until my cunt melts on your dick, and then flood my guts with sperm. Leave me on the bed drooling cum out of my holes, and get out. Call me later. Which is exactly what Ryan did. Ryan gets it. He knows I like being "bred" by a guy 20 years younger than me. He understands the mental thrill of being taken and owned by a man who is at an age that he could be my son. He uses that. He says things to me when he has me bent over and is pumping cock in my guts from behind. Things that make me cum. So good for him. He's no Rob, but still...I wouldn't pass up a breeding session from him.
The holidays have a love-hate relationship with them. So much going on. Yes. I disappeared for several days and as you know...I'm pretty much here daily. I don't want to explain myself, but I kind of do because it's kind of what I do on here. Let's see. I had house guests who brought their families. That right there put a screeching halt to the production line. Then, I had a drywall roof repair go on that made my house into a dust bowl. Everything was covered up in drop sheets to keep the dust off it. Now you know.
I did suck Ryans cock in my driveway. He stopped by Thursday night around 10, and I could have used a good fuck, but again, I had people in the house, so I decided I would suck his dick in his car and rub one out later. Which is pretty much how it went. It was kind of cool because some of my guests came into the kitchen afterward, and I still had the aftertaste of Ryan's sperm in my mouth. I tried not to let them smell my jizz breath. Ryan is coming over later today, so I'll be getting a good ass fucking. At least that's my plan. I'm sure Ryan will be agreeable with it. He always is!
My ass holds cum in me like it's gold. That's okay. I like that greased-up feeling that sticks around until....well, you get the point.
I'm whistling Christmas tunes because I'm in a good mood. I am getting ready to feel Rob's dick do its magic in my guts. He's going to pump me full of his Christmas spirit. I'm super horny, to be honest with you. That guy I was checking out in the store yesterday has me all fired up still. I watched some anal porn last night and mentally replaced the chick's ass with my own and imagined it was him pumping my ass from behind. Then I found this .gif, you know, the repeating mini vids you see everywhere of a woman pouring cum out of her asshole. That's all it took. I watched it 30 times and then came sitting on the toilet rubbing one out with my finger. Still, 10 minutes later, I was thinking about him again. Would of should of, could of, type scenarios. I wish I had figured out how to approach him, at least. But… didn't happen. Hopefully, when I feel the head of Rob's cock start pushing things inside of me around to make room for the rest of his dick, I'll forget all about him. No ass sex today. The anal cum I had was amazing the other day, but it took so long before things got back to normal that I'm going to save my ass for people with human-sized dicks. Rob won't notice. He's all about being edged now. I'm going to edge him so hard today his balls might explode like grenades. Man, I'm looking forward to that. I can almost feel that spongy hard dick in my hand as we speak. I'll catch up with you in a bit.
Every time I see a chick do the "Me or Netflix" thing, and there are a ton of variances of it, I'm thinking, a tough question these days. The way folks are these days…they will pick Netflix. No matter how hot you may be. Plus, it was original 5 years and a billion uses ago.
Someone asked why I like having sex with Rob. Easy answer. His dick is so good that after he fucks me into a pile of sperm-covered body parts, drooling jizz on the floor, I like to celebrate and have more sex with his dick. I think that probably clears that question up.
Dammit. Still asking me if you can send dick pictures. So annoying. Please use common sense. Why would I not want to see them? If some chick you have never seen before asked you if she could send you a picture of her pussy, what would you do? You would say yes. Of course, you want to see it. I don't care what the other idiots say about getting dick pics. It's all guys you're talking to anyway. I have a pussy…it likes dick, and like a normal human being…I am interested in seeing your dick. So, and I'll repeat it for the billionth time…yes, feel free to send me dick pics. Even better videos of your dick pumping jizz out of it. I don't mind seeing your body and face, but it's not required.
I saw a good-looking guy in SAMs today. I am almost sure he’s at least 20, but it’s not like I checked ID. He was just a tall, skinny, good-looking kid. I had this immediate image of him pumping me from behind. I can’t help it. It just pops into my head. Do I want this guy bending me over and rearranging my guts with his dick? You better believe I do. I don’t know why it’s hot, but it seems so…. deliciously demeaning to be fucked like a dog until I’m cum stupid by a guy who wasn’t even born when I was 37. When I was 47, he was still in grade school. Fast forward 10 more years, and he’s pumping sperm in my guts while I beg him for more. At least, I wish he was. Not like it happened. I wanted it to, though. He was with his mom, or at least that was my best guess. I know, I should have bagged them both. No, no, I shouldn’t have. She obviously enjoyed the food a little too much. When it cums to chicks…I’m super visual, and if they aren’t thin and trim and ready to roll…I’m not interested in them. I know, I’m an awful person. But I like what I like, and I’m not going to change it because it’s “not all-inclusive.” Funny though. I don’t apply those same standards to guys. Guys can charm their way into my guts. Chicks…not so much.
I am getting lots of requests to model specific outfits and use specific toys. How to put this? I have no use for “Above the elbow satin gloves” other than to model them for the specific person who requested them. I’m happy to model them and often at no charge. But…and here is the big “but.” You need to find those items, put them on my Amazon Wishlist, and send them to me. Someone just told me, “It’s only $29.99; what’s the big deal? You can wear it all the time, so it’s worth it for you.” It’s a butt plug that says, “Cum to Mommy.” I feel like he is being willfully ignorant. Anyway, my point is, though I like to accommodate as many requests as I can…if it’s going to cost me money unless you pay for it, the odds are pretty good I won’t be fulfilling that request.
Ryan told me yesterday that I am the first woman he has ever been with that touched his cock and made him cum before he touched any part of my body. He said he thinks about that all the time. I find that incredibly sexy that that thought sticks in his mind. I kind of remember it. We were flirting a lot. It got to the point where I just wanted to taste his dick. So, I pulled his shorts down and sucked his dick in his gym. He couldn't get hard. I fixed that. It took a few minutes, but I worked him into a piece of granite. When he came, he was all concerned because he pumped his jizz into my mouth, and I swallowed it. He thought I ate his sperm because I felt I had to. Now he knows better. Ryans isn't even close to the first guy that has never seen me naked or touched me before I drank from their dick. I'm tricky like that. They keep talking and flirting. I'm like, sure, I'm listening. Pay me no mind as I casually slip your penis into my mouth while you continue your sales pitch. Who has time for the small talk and hard sell as to why I should fuck you? I know if I'm going to fuck you, or at least try and fuck you, some guys aren't so cooperative about it, in the first few minutes.
If you need a man cave in your house…you are either single or with the wrong chick. If you live with me, my holes are the only man cave you will ever need. Just saying.
Fucking 20 and 30-somethings, even 40-somethings, is not as easy as one would think. It used to be back in the day. My pussy and I are plenty old enough to say, "Back in the day." If I could get these guys to touch my clit as often as they touch their phone screen… I'd be a happy girl. Which means they would have very happy dicks in return. But phones…. they are all-encompassing. I'm starting to hate them. I'm not too fond of it when someone whips one out while we're talking and looks at it. Staring at your phone implies your phone, and moronic videos mean you have chosen them over me and your chance to feel my insides with the head of your dick. In no uncertain terms, when you take it out, you have made it clear the phone is more important than I am. Do it to me once…see if you get any pussy…ever. Some of you will hate this because you are guilty of it. It's okay. It's my opinion only, and all I have to do is look in restaurants and see 85 percent of the couples staring at phones instead of talking with each other to know it's become the norm. That doesn't mean I have to participate in it, though. I would much rather be talking about how I'm going to be sucking your brains out through the head of your dick later that evening than staring at you mindlessly consumed with YouTube or whatever tube.
The videos are kind of odd today...this one has lettuce on my boob. It's been one of those days. Very busy. Lots of fucking, lots of other things, just not much time to sit down and figure this damn camera out yet. Tomorrow, though...right after I go to Sam...I'm on it!
Once again…Tik Tok. What the fuck, people. Put it down. Lip-syncing isn't a talent. Dancing is a talent, but so is throwing rocks. I know this isn't nice...this would upset the Toktokkies if they could read. Look, I don't blame the app. TikTok didn't make people stupid. It just pointed them out to us. The worst are the Tik Tards that do politics...on any side of any issue. I swear they read something, it fuels their manic mind, and they expand on it any way they want regardless of actual reality.
Ever wonder where these phone-addicted kids will be in 20 years? I do, yet I have no idea where that might be. I envision a complete social media-induced enraged addict society. I could be wrong.
I have a fuck date with Ryan today. He's going to feel small no matter which hole he chooses. Ryan is like 6 inches and regular width. He needs to be 9 inches and fat as fuck. I'm super interested in how he is going to feel. I need him to sample my ass and my pussy so I can see precisely how gaped Rob left me. I like the thought of Rob's dick permanently resizing my body holes, ruining me for other men. I know it's a fantasy thing that doesn't happen, but I wish it would. So much so that I have masturbated to those photoshopped pictures of girls left with massive holes after being pumped by impossibly large cocks. I want it to be me. Weird. I know. I'm just rambling about stuff. I'm sure you guys have funny, impossible fantasies. Paul told me how he likes to think about being transformed into a woman. Not a tranny, but an actual woman. It's like magic-type stuff. So, to help him out with that fantasy, I fucked his asshole with a strap-on until I left it looking like someone put an empty paper towel tube in his ass. It was pretty cool seeing it like that. Like a manhole without the cover. Now, I'm going to share with you the weird part of this story. I probably shouldn't, but I'm going to. He couldn't see his gaped asshole, so he asked me to take a picture. Which, I did, and that isn't that weird, but I got an idea. I got some hand lotion and pumped and pushed some into his black hole, and it looked just like some guy with a colossal dick reamed and pumped sperm in his hole. His hole was so open you could see puddles deep in his colon. So I took a few pictures of that. Now he's gay. Literally gay. Which wasn't my intent. I'm sure he wanted to be gay long before that. I just helped him express himself. The thing is, I wanted him to be an actual TS. Get tits, do the hormones, the whole nine yards. He showed interest, but I think that was to appease me, so I would keep slamming strap-ons into his guts. Now he's divorced and has a "partner," and I don't keep up with him much. I like my guys more into pussy than anything else. I'm somewhat old school like that. He texts a lot, but I'm not big on answering texts 24/7. Man, where am I going with this? I don't have a clue. I'm just emptying my head, I guess. Scary.
I love when porn chicks post on Twitter/X how they hate Twitter/X and social media in general. Someone insulted their tits, created a fake account, didn't buy their video. Tough cookies. I get all of that and more on the daily. I expect it. If I were ever not to get it…it might be a hint end of times is upon us. My advice is to close your account. It will magically just go away instantly. The response, usually worded in very colorful and thought-out ways, is, I would if I didn't need the money. I guess they all blew that 100K a month money they claimed they were making. Look, very few people make enough money here to make a living. I don't know why they claim to be millionaires. I guess it validates them and their career choice. Even fewer enjoy being on here. They make a video and demand you pay for it. When you don't, they get on social media and cry about freeloaders. I throw up whatever the fuck I want and write out dumb fucking rants and blogs like this because, oddly enough… I'm living life right precisely how I wish doing just this very thing. Do I expect to get rich? Fuck no. Do I expect to make everyone on here happy? I would love to, but I write things that tick people off. I'm old school. I like my free speech and all of that good stuff.
I masturbated today. I told myself I wasn’t going to, but I did. I tried not to think about it, but my ass feels so stretched I can’t get the mental image of his dick canyoning out my rectum out of my head. So, I rubbed one out. Took like 2 minutes. That was it. I like it when that happens. I get the cum I need lickety-split and back to the daily routine without sex nagging on my mind. I don’t know about you, but it’s hard for me to concentrate when I keep thinking about a dick in my guts. The problem is that bringing it up just puts the thoughts right back in motion. It’s a catch-22. I wonder if Rob is having the same issue. I wonder if he’s thinking about me when he is talking with his wife. If he does…that’s hot as fuck. Just saying.
I got a new camera. A Sony ZV-E10. Not a super-duper thing as far as DSLRs go but it seems to have most of what I need. I haven’t figured it out yet, but it looks promising. I have been using GoPro’s for years now but they just seem to be lagging. So…if things look different content-wise…now you know why. Hopefully for the better. Also…I bought it because it looks like a good self-Vlog camera…as in nobody else is required to operate it. It is a bit more difficult for camera novices, so I’ll have to keep that in mind when I ask people to shoot for me. Yes. I know there are super-duper cameras out there. For what I do...completely unnecessary. I just need something that takes a decent video/pic and is able to get the stuff off of it fast and straight up online. No processing, no BS. I wish they made one that I didn't have to resize the damn pictures. I hate even doing that. Takes like 5 minutes by the time I'm done. This camera certainly won't solve that problem, but we shall see. If I don't like it, I'll send it back. Why not a phone? They are good but not as good as a dedicated camera. Plus, phones are distracting. They buzz, ring, turn on, and turn off while you're using them. Stand-alone cameras just sit there nice and quiet.
My clit is massive, and my pussy is in a constant state of open. It’s all that dick it’s been getting from Rob. I like it. I let Scott look at it. I let him see what another man is doing to my body. He tried to touch me, but that’s a no-no. It belongs to Rob. Always keep your hands off another man’s property.
I should probably go to Scott’s Christmas party next Friday. I mean, he is my husband. I would cancel in a second if Rob were to ask me out, but I don’t see that happening. He is supposed to spend Friday night with his wife and her family. I wish I had a reason to show up so I could just be there knowing that her husband and their son-in-law were pumping my asshole with his dick a week before. I don’t know why, but I am into that kind of stuff big time. Anyway, I have been asked to be “normal” at Scott’s party, which seems like an odd request. I am who I am, and If I see a certain guy or two there, I’m going to do my best to put their dick inside of me. It’s my job, it’s what I do, and I love what I do. I don’t even care if I cum. I just want to fuck one, maybe two, of Scott’s co-workers, so he has to face them the next time he see’s them. I wonder how hard that is for him. Other guys looking at him awkwardly, knowing one of them left a load of sperm in my stomach. Even better, I also like walking around all his friends and co-workers after I fucked one of them with their sperm sloshing around in my guts. I like the awkwardness of them pretty much knowing I emptied one of their co-worker's testicles in my guts and left him woozy and cum-stupid in one of the conference rooms. It’s been a while since I’ve done that. I need to get back on that horse, so to speak. I have pretty much hyped myself up just telling you about it, so let's keep our fingers crossed!
The red dress I wore today with Rob. I didn't have time to put this up. I had a dick date with Rob, and I was running behind. All ends well, as in his dick ended up in my rear end. I am pretty sure I had my first anal orgasm. I've cum with a dick in my ass before, but I have always either had another dick in my cunt, or a vibrator, or I used my finger to rub my clit. Today, his dick felt so...I don't know, fat and stretchy. I could feel my insides being pushed around by the head of his dick. He was fucking my ass missionary, and when I put my hand on my belly and felt his dick pushing around inside of me...I came. It felt so...I can't explain it. Right. It felt right. Wildly uncomfortable but amazingly pleasurable at the same time. It still feels so wide open even though it's not. I actually looked in the mirror. I kind of wish I had to do my business just to see how that feels. I know what the fuck is wrong with you, Brooke. I'm just curious. His dick is massive, and it is the largest cock I have ever taken balls deep in my asshole...for a continuous amount of time. It's interesting, and let's not beat around the bush...sexy as fuck the way his dick alters my body. Anyway, I got to do some Christmas stuff, so I'll catch up with you in a bit.
This is a pretty good creampie video. I made it in August. I must have forgotten to put it up, and I don't even remember making it. Not sure what happened but here you go.
Here is something you won't hear every day. I hope my asshole gets widened out like my pussy is right now. With any luck, Rob is going to put his dick in my butt and leave it looking like a black hole when I leave today. Will it hurt? Of course, it will. Will I cum? Of course, I will. Why knowing I can take such a fat cock in my asshole is such a turn-on, I have no idea. It just is. Plus, I like making Rob's dick happy. It makes me feel good knowing I have pleased his cock. Add to it that fabulous stretched colon feeling that sticks with me for several days, and the discomfort of Rob's fat dick in my rectum is a minor detail in the bigger picture. Will it happen? I don't know. He is hooked on having me edge him with my hands. I need to figure out a way to edge him with my asshole. Maybe I could just keep the rim of the head of his cock in my ass opening and pop it out just before he cums. Be tricky, that's for sure. I'll let you know how it goes.
Why don’t I make cuck movies? Because they would scare you if I did. They would make you uncomfortable, at the very least. Plus, the mental aspect is not something I could figure out how to portray accurately on video, and to me, the mental element is at least 95% of living the cuck lifestyle. I am living the most extreme version of the cuck lifestyle. It sexualizes me hard 24/7, 365 days a year, and I feel like I am 20. I would not want to do a disservice to something I love being part of.
I went out with Rob again today. I like Rob. He feeds me sperm. I did like lovey-dovey things with him today. I held his hand in the grocery store. We flirted and goofed around in Lowes. Then he fucked me stupid in the parking lot. He pulled up to the side where the delivery trucks lined up, opened the door of his truck/SUV, whatever it was, bent me over the seat, and fucked me like a dog. My pants down around my ankle, a massive 30-something dick rearranging things inside of me, it was perfect. I came twice. Both were pretty good orgasms, but the third one...well, it was an explosion in my head. So good I told him to put in my asshole and finish me off. But he didn't. He spun me around, put his dick in my hands, and tried to get me to edge him. It didn't work. I feel so bad because he got me off so hard. I wanted to frame him with a handjob so badly, but we needed lube, and spit wasn't getting it. So he fucked my mouth on the back side of the parking lot of Lowes. He didn't bother telling me he was going to cum, but I knew anyway. His balls suck up inside of him when he gets ready to cum, so I was prepared for the sperm to hit my throat. I swallowed with every pump his dick unloaded in my mouth. He tried to pull out, but I wouldn't let him. I sucked him till his dick was soft, leak-free, and given a proper kiss goodnight. Then he dropped me off and asked if he could see me again tomorrow, and of course, I agreed. I'm not turning down a breeding session with his dick. Ever. I drove home. I kissed Scott, said hello, and told him the laundry needed to be done and that I wouldn't be around tomorrow. He reminded me I'm supposed to bake cookies with the family tomorrow. I told him he would have to figure that one out. I'm too into Rob to pass up another date with him. Scott was complaining about that, but then Rob texted me, and I had to answer it, so I left Scott by his lonesome to figure out how to make sure I get all my quality alone time with Rob. It's pretty much all I need him for any more.
I let Scott jerk off in front of me last night. It was fun. I didn't undress. I just read my book while he rubbed one out. I admit it...I was watching him out of the corner of my eye. When he came, he came in his hand, which is where I told him to cum. The best part of watching him jerk off is watching him eat his sperm. He has to dig down deep and psyche himself up to get it down, making it even hotter to watch. I don't know why he wants me to watch him jerk off. He could do it in his bathroom and not have to worry about feeding himself jizz when he's done. I think he thought I would get naked. But...Rob forbids it, and Rob has twice the cock Scott does, so Rob wins. It was a good night!
Sperm. It's not candy. That's for sure. It would be gross if you walked into a room and there was a load of jizz on the coffee table. I tried to taste sperm when I wasn't turned on once. It wasn't that it tasted terrible; it just had a gross consistency. But...the thing is that all changes when I'm fired up; cum is like an irresistible magic potion. When I'm in fuck mode, all I want to do is slurp it up. Feel it in me and on me. Just the smell of it will make my knees weak. But again...that is in fuck mode. So what I'm saying here is don't just randomly blow sperm on the counter. If you do, I'll look at you weirdly. Wait till I am in full-on fuck mode before you dump ball chowder on the counter. How do you know if I'm in fuck mode? If I am doing something to your dick, that would be your first clue. If I have your dick in my hand or inside of me in any one of my holes...I will be wanting to ingest your cum in one fashion or another. If I offer to do something to your dick with my hands...I am probably going to want to eat your swimmers as well. Now you know.
Good morning. Waking up with a super happy gaped-out hole that is hungry for more dick. Here cums another novel, so quit now if you could give a shit about the "blow by blow" recap.
I was up and down a lot last night. I kept thinking about my day with Rob. I masturbated, but even that didn't get it out of my head. Real quick; Robert, formerly "Bob," is now "Rob," per his request. It's his middle name in the real world. Still, he hates "Bob or Robert." Moving on. Rob's wife spends 3 days a week in Orlando now, leaving us an open window for me to open my legs for him pretty much all day. Which I did yesterday, and he turned my insides into soup with his stupid big cock. It was wonderful. He fucked me for probably two hours yesterday, and I worked his dick for another two hours on top of that. I couldn't fuck anymore. I came so many times, and the last orgasm was so intense it knocked the fuck right out of me. So strong it turned me into a brain-dead cum receptacle. But he didn't cum in me. He wanted me to edge him by hand. Something I convinced him to let me do a couple of fuck sessions ago. Now, he wants me to edge him all the time. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love that he does. I would do it just because I like to do it, not because he wants me to. The delicious part is I am slowly making him my property with each slow, agonizing stroke I put on the rim of the head of his cock. He's slipping. He's saying things he never would dream of saying. He told me he loved me yesterday while I was eating his warm sperm from the base of his cock and off of my hands. Is it the orgasm he just had talking for him? Of course it is, but it doesn't matter. As hard as he has tried and been successful at it, I am no longer just the property of Rob to pump cum into. He is slowly becoming my property to do with as I please. All because I finally found his weak spot....edging his orgasms out of him. His dick is so easy to control when I'm edging him. With other guys, I have a hard time stopping a guy from cumming because I didn't know I passed the line of no return. I can see Rob's line of no return very clearly, and I can take his dick right up to it and stop. I can make him beg me to allow him to cum. I make him say awful things he doesn't want to say. I fingered his cum hole and worked the head of his dick slowly, and when he was ready to cum I stopped. He was desperate to cum, so I told him to tell me he wanted me more than his wife. He wouldn't do it. So, I would repeatedly do just enough to get him to the edge and stop. He finally blurted it out and then wouldn't stop blurting it out. He was that desperate to cum. He told me things I didn't even ask him to. My favorite bonus blurt was, "I don't even think about my wife anymore, just you." How touching yet slightly pathetic. I broke him with just a handjob. It makes me unusually wet knowing I got him to admit it, though. So I pushed him over the edge in the slowest possible way. I bet his orgasm was at least 30 seconds long. Scary if you looked at his face, but it seemed so satisfying at the same time. Very fascinating to watch. Cum just poured out the head of his dick. More than I had ever seen from him. The unique part was the length of time between some of the long ropes of jizz he drooled out his cock. It must have been upwards of 10 seconds before his balls pumped another line of cum. It piled up at the root of his dick. It was such a turn-on to see that I couldn't stop myself from eating it all up off of him. The second I tasted it flipped a switch inside of me, and I went right back into being his cum hungry brainless cum dump. It was thick, slimy, warm, and gross, but so delicious because I was turned on that much. I would have drank a gallon of it because I was that fired up. Then, as I was licking his giant dick clean, he spews out, "God, I love you." Music to my ears. It brought me right back to reality. I'm still his property as of right now, and I am madly in love with his dick and the way he pushes my guts around with it. But slowly and surely, the owner of me will end up being owned by me. Reversal of fortune. It will happen when he does something stupid in his relationship with his wife. He will run to me. I won't have him, but I will own him. He will become my personal fuck toy, not the other way around. I'm so fired up thinking about it I may go rub one out! Catch you all in a bit.
I love the way the head of my clit rubs on the shaft of a dick when it's breeding me. It's the best part about my clit, to be honest! Always has been!
I got my guts re-arranged and re-sized again by Robert. It was a ludicrous orgasm. So intense I heard the song "Don't Fear the reaper" start playing. I don't know how to explain it, guys. His dick is so big and so fat it hurts, but in such a good way, I have had the biggest orgasms I have ever had in my life in the last two weeks. I'll tell you more about it in the morning. He pumped me so good I can barely think right now. Enjoy this video. I actually had a pretty good cum making this one this morning. I was worried it would lessen the pleasure with Robert today, but if anything...it made it better!
Well, my box is back to normal proportions after fucking Robert last week. It took a while, but the vagina is right back to tight and right. I could fuck the guy with the 4-inch dick, and it would make me feel full. But I'm not going to fuck the guy with the 4-inch dick. I'm going to fuck Robert again today, and I'll end up with a colossal gaped-out box screaming for more sperm. And I am so looking forward to it! I feel like I'm really going to cum today. Like hard. So hard my eyes will cross for real, and I'll forget how to talk for an hour. Man...I certainly hope that is the case. I'll keep you posted. I'm getting ready as we speak for my 11 AM vagina re-sizing event. See you soon!
Fun fact. I bet Scott yesterday he couldn't last 5 minutes with me giving him a handjob. He lasted five minutes and 11 seconds before the first pump of sperm. I would have won if I didn't back off when I saw he was about to cum and started the slow edging on the head of his dick. He would have emptied his testicles well under five minutes. But...technically, I lost, so hats off to him. He wanted me to acknowledge that, and I have. He should feel lucky Robert even let me touch his touch dick. It was the first time in probably almost 3 weeks since Scott had even seen me naked. His own wife. Forbidden by another man to see his own wife undressed. It must suck to be him...but it's amazing to be me! Now I'm just being spiteful for losing...but I like it!
Lots of interest in handjobs all of a sudden. It must have been that last video. I keep telling you guys, it's been a lifelong love of mine....giving handjobs, that is. It's never gotten old. It never will. I'm sure you know what it's like to hold your own dick in your hand, but I don't. I have no idea how it feels for you. I judge what I'm doing by the stiffness of your cock and the look of your face. If the cock feels so hard that it would break off before it would bend...then I'm working your dick correctly. If your face looks like you just put your finger in a plug socket...I'm doing things to your dick that makes it very happy. So happy it pumps sperm. I know when you are about to cum and when I sense it...I go into edge mode. I drag it out. Make it almost painful it's so slow but in the end...you will want more...and more....and more. Which is good because just the feel of that spongy stiff rod in my hand makes me want to make it cum.
I told you...I like giving handjobs. I really do. And yes, I masturbated after this while he sat there with his own cum puddles laying around on him. I didn't let him clean up because I liked looking at it. He didn't talk, he just listened, and I came so hard I have to wash my bedspread. That is a good afternoon. Just saying.
Matt liked my Christmas Party Dress, so I thought I'd do a little more in it. I wore this to Ryan's Christmas party. I have promised not to write about it. It was fun, and I made some guys there seriously uncomfortable but in the best of ways, but nothing happened. I wish it would have, though.
Look, so much concern about why I didn't get laid by the new guy. He was absolutely fine, dick and all. And no, the size of his cock had nothing to do with why I didn't fuck him. So many people are worried about that. His dick would have done a fantastic job inside of me, and I'm sure I would have cum. But I didn't want that last night. I have no idea why that is so hard to believe. It doesn't matter. I promise you he went home with a smile on his face and a story to tell. I went out last night with the thought of giving a guy a handjob. Why? Because I like to give guys handjobs. When I say I like to jerk a guy off, I mean it. I do it because it makes me happy. I don't care how the guy feels about it. I could care less about how good it makes him feel because I'm not doing it for him. As selfish as it sounds, it's all about my needs. All he is required to do is sit there and let me do things to his dick until it spits jizz. To date, I have yet to receive a complaint from anyone that I didn't consider their feelings when I jerked their dick for them. Same thing with blowjobs. I just like sucking cock. Some of you, well, most of you, like eating pussy. I believe you when you tell me that. No questions asked. As hard as it is to believe for some folks, sometimes, I get a craving to eat a dick. Sperm and all. And that's all I want to do. Why? Because I want to masturbate after I'm done. I don't want to fuck or anything else. I want to suck the sperm out of some guy's testicles, send him on his way and then rub one out. Why, you ask again? Because I cum so hard when I do, it's almost life-altering. It's a different kind of orgasm, but it's phenomenal. I made the mistake of letting him watch me last night, and that killed it for me. I mean, I came, but it was disappointing. He just kept talking so much I couldn't get in the zone. It was a shame because I really liked the way the head of his cock pumped jizz into the back of my throat. It was warm, almost hot, and I could feel it slide slowly down, so it must have been thick and sticky. I like that feeling when sperm gets sticky and caught up in my throat. If he would have just been like Scott and watched without saying a word, I bet I would have cum so hard I would almost be shaking hands with the grim reaper himself. Such is life. What do I do now? I answer the texts from the guy last night and do a repeat, except this time, send him home, no if and or buts about it. Won't happen today, but soon. I still probably won't fuck him. At least until I successfully get what I want from his dick. Then I'll probably fuck him.
I'm just getting up, and I can still taste the sperm I drank last night. So the first thing I thought I would do is sit down and tell you about it. Lucky you, another boring novel by Brooke to start your day. Look, it was fun. I went to the Ocean Deck off of A1A, all by my lonesome. I know that's a bit weird, but I was really wanting to have some fun with a dick last night. It's been a while since I have gone out by myself. It was a good time. I was bought probably half a dozen drinks, of which I drank none. I accepted them to be polite, then quietly sat them down and forgot them. Who wants a foggy head when you get down to business with a dick? Not me. I finally ran into Rick. He is a 28-year-old AC repair guy or, as he put it, HVAC tech. I'm not going to drag this out on you. We spent a lot of time talking, and I ended up really enjoying my time with him. The back and forth had reached its useful limit, so I told him if he wanted to have some real fun, let's go out to my truck. He wanted to have some real fun. Sadly, though, the parking lot had become Grand Central Station, which would kill the fun for us. So I asked him to follow me to my house, which is 10 minutes away. He did, and when he got there, we made out, he fingered me, and I tried to stroke his cock, but I couldn't get his belt undone. So he undid it for me, and I pulled his jeans down along with his underwear and out popped his cute little boner. It wasn't tiny, around 4 inches at the most, with average width. Hard as steel, though. Small dicks get like that. So hard they don't even move. I knew it wasn't going in my pussy because I was still re-sized from "Robert...I am no longer allowed to call him Bob anymore per his instructions" and my big glass dildo. Not a problem, though. All I really wanted to do was make a guy cum anyway. I decided that a blowjob would be better than a handjob because it was such a perfect size for sucking. So I dropped to my knees in my living room and slipped the head of his dick in my mouth, and worked it over. Mainly just to see if he would cum right away. He didn't. He had solid control over his cock. So I took him in my mouth till the head was in my throat, and I repeatedly swallowed, so it was basically like getting a handjob from my throat. He made noises and told me how amazing it was, but they all do that. What else is a guy going to say? His dick is in my mouth...he's going to say wonderful things. I worked his cock, no hands, lots of spit, for ten minutes, and he wasn't showing any signs of cumming. So, using his small size, I bottomed him out in my throat again and, this time shoved his balls in with cock. I had both his balls and his cock in my mouth and swirled them around and swallowed, and after about 30 seconds, he grabbed the back of my head and fucked my mouth for another 30 seconds, and then pumped his sperm down my throat. I didn't even taste it. The head of his cock was so far in my throat that when he came, it was like a sperm-feeding tube. Right down it went. The only thing I felt was the warm trail of jizz going down into my belly. I got exactly what I wanted.
He, on the other hand, was indeed a nice guy. He offered to eat me, finger me, fuck me if I waited 20 minutes, do whatever I wanted to have an orgasm myself. I told him I was good. And I was. I was wet as fuck, waiting for him to leave so I could masturbate. But he was persistent, so I told him if he wanted to watch me rub one out, he could do that. So we went into my bedroom. I got my vibrator and my big glass dildo, and he watched me get off. I did get off, but I would have gotten off better if he wasn't there. He kept talking. It's hard to replay the mental video of what I just did when people are talking and, even worse, asking questions. The questions were relevant, such as "Does that feel good?" So I can't fault him there, but the logic is a bit off. Of course, it feels good... that's why I'm doing it. The problem with him talking and asking questions is it takes away from that mental image of me on my knees with his cock in my mouth that is so important for me to use for me to get off extremely hard. And I got off, but it wasn't that huge cum I was counting on. Still, what a great night. I'm a 56-year-old granny sucking a sexy stud dick I just met that night in a club...and it feels good!
Scott walked into the bedroom while I was sitting naked on my bench, putting makeup on. It was awkward. I covered up, and he closed the door. He said he was sorry he would knock from now on. I don't think I have ever been happier in my marriage to Scott. Plus, it turned me on. So much so that I wish I hadn't masturbated earlier today for you all. Now I want to go out and see if can scrounge up some strange dick. But, and the odds are slim that he will...unless he has a huge cock, I wouldn't feel him. At least not for a few days yet. I should have waited, but I couldn't help myself.
I wouldn't mind just giving a guy a handjob tonight. I really do enjoy giving them. The whole thing, from start to finish, is an experience. I like guys to be soft when I start so I can feel them grow in my hand. It's so cool to feel them go from soft and floppy to long and hard with the head sticking out at me. I can own a guy when I have his dick in my hand. I can make him lock his body up at will. On some guys, I can find that magical spot under the balls where the dick connects and feel it is cramping up and jerking around, trying to pump cum that just isn't ready to leave the balls yet. Dammit. I'm making myself even hornier thinking about holding a cock in my hand. Anyway. I would love to give a handjob tonight. I have to find the right guy to do it with. I have this mental picture of him drooling sperm on my hand in the corner of a bar and then making him watch me lick it off my fingers. That freaks some guys right out. I've had some dry heave a bit. But then they always ask me to do it again, which I find odd. It turns me right on like a light bulb. It's sperm; it's a part of you, and I have removed it from your balls and eaten it...so now it's a part of me. And just the thought of that makes me just a little bit wetter. I wish I could "ejaculate" jizz. Just once, so I have an inkling of what it feels like. I feel like God cheated me by not giving me balls. Just saying. I'll shut up now. Catch you all later, heading out!
When you get re-sized by a cock, that poses some challenges. Temporarily, but still, getting off for a few days can be rough. Sure, the box will shrink back down to a normal size 3 or 4 days later, and no one will be the wiser there was a monster cock in my guts. But...if you want to cum, I mean really cum, you are going to need the same size or bigger cock than the one that bored out a mine shaft in your guts. Luckily for me...I have several manufactured cocks on hand that fit that bill. This glass one is one of them!
I opened my legs for Ryan last night in his Suburban. It was fun. I didn't cum. I was re-sized by Bob to proportions that Ryan will never be able to fill, so it made it hard to feel him inside of me. Still, even though the sex wasn't all that, the mental fuck I got from Ryan fumbling around inside of me was next-level amazing. I did feel his cum spraying my insides down, though. That gave me a glimmer of hope that I would cum, but it just wasn't enough. I did like the wildly desperate "I need to cum" look in his eye as he slipped his now miniature cock inside me. He had no idea that I was laughing to myself at how small his dick felt, and as bad as the sex was, I am just as desperate to feel Ryans's inadequate cock inside of me again. I can't get over what a massive turn-on it is to let a man you fancy truly believe he is fucking you better than anyone else ever could. He had no idea that I couldn't even feel him. Telling him how much I love his cock inside of me when all I can feel is the head of his dick poking around in my guts makes it feel like I'm cheating on him, and that makes my pussy gush. Ryan had no idea that Bob had his cock in the same hole his dick was in the day before. Ryan had no idea I was thinking more about Bob being inside me than Ryan, who actually was inside me. I know. This recap will turn many of you off, but I won't hide what actually turns me on. Cheating, deception, infidelity, taking another man's sperm inside my body and feeling it swimming around inside of me...it all makes my head spin. I get so worked up. It feels like I'm cheating on Ryan. Scott is different. Even though he hasn't seen me without my clothes on for over a week, he knows who I am and what I do. He knows I desire Bob infinitely more than himself. He accepts his role as the inferior man sexually. I belong to Bob, even though Scott is my husband. Ryan is a fill-in. He doesn't know it, but he is a dick for fun, even though he thinks one day I'll be his one and only. I have warned Ryan multiple times, and in no uncertain terms, that won't happen, but he refuses to believe it, so now I feed the fire because it's fun. I keep Ryan in the dark about who I fuck because he gets sketchy when I talk about other guys. I'm okay lying to him. I like Ryan, and I admit, I would rather be with Ryan than Scott, sexually and date-wise. Ryan is fun to go out with. He's smooth. But just generally hanging around and doing standard life stuff, my cuck husband is my go-to. I sure hope they both hang around for the long haul.
Why did I tell you all this? I don't know. I just like telling you. I'm probably talking to myself here, but even that doesn't matter. I just like pounding it out on the keyboard. It helps me remember the details I usually forget.
This video is upon request. Moving on. I see OF chicks cry rivers of tears and bitch and moan every time some dude tells them he would like to fuck her. They even post the letters/messages online for the world to see and rant about how rude these guys are and how stupid they must be. I have to wonder who is the stupid one in this situation. I would dare say it is she. What did she think was going to happen when she posted nude videos and pics of her fingering her hole? Guys would give a soft golf clap and tip her $100 each, along with a message about how her internal beauty is what really attracts them. Again, I wonder who is the mentally deficient one here. Well, of course, the guys are going to ask you to use you as a fuck hole. That's a given. ITS WHAT THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO DO. If they don't... you are doing it wrong. If a guy writes to me and tells me how he loves my pics, but it's really my wonderful personality he's attracted to...I'm thinking Hefty Bag killer. If a guy writes to me and says, "OMG! I want to pump cum into your asshole and then watch it drip out,"...I'm thinking "Now we're talking...that was a good update. I got this dude's dick hard as granite...I wonder if he'll send me a picture of it?" So, let's just get right to the point. I say screw these self-righteous ding-dongs. If these chicks get upset because you got turned on and told her in no uncertain terms...then she is in this thing for the cash and nothing else. Dump the twat immediately. If you send me a message that says, "I'm so hard I can hang you from your cunt like a towel rack." I'll most likely ask for proof in the form of a video or pic. Videos are always preferred...and as said a million times before...cum, for fucks sake. That's what I want to see. And quit fucking asking if you can send me videos and pics...of course you can, so just send the fuckers! Excuse my language. Or not. I leave that up to you.
I stopped and picked up a few things to wrap presents with for Christmas today. Stores were empty. That was nice. Then I met Bob, and he resized my holes for me. That made my day. I don't know how to explain the high I get from the feeling of being stretched to fit by Bob's cock. That widened, bowlegged feeling that lasts all day is pretty much euphoric. Knowing a man can alter my body with his dick like that makes me feel...I don't know...like a woman. And that feels good. Even better, he left me sloppy, lying on his bed, and told me to lock up when I left. I did my best not to drip his sperm on his floors, but he gaped my hole, and not much was staying in. I should have worn jeans and not a skirt. I could have worn underwear, but where is the fun in that? So I cupped my hand over my pussy all the way to my Jeep and made a spermy mess on the seat on the ride to Odd Lots. By the time I got there, most of it was out of me, and just a little was running down my thighs. It was Odd Lots. Who cares if I drip a little cum here and there while I'm trying to find Christmas bargains. I certainly didn't. So here I sit, with dried crusty salt stains on my thighs, typing this out for you to read. Does anyone even read these things? Probably not. That's okay. I like doing it anyway. Keeps my head clear for some reason. The end result is I feel fantastic. I was used as cum dumpster, left a jizzy mess, and I can't think of a better way to spend the day.
I'm supposed to go out with Ryan tomorrow. I don't know. I don't know that I'll be un-re-sized by then. I feel massive down there. I don't know that I would even feel him inside of me or him me. Hard to say. I do like the thought of looking into his eyes while he wonders if his dick shrunk or if I just fucked a guy with a dick twice the size of his. The more I think about that, the more I feel that Ryan should breed me tomorrow. I'll keep you posted...in case you want to know 😜
Good morning, how do you like my Christmas bra? Of course no panties, always have to have easy access 😜 I still have family around so I will pop in and out throughout the day whenever I am able to 😉 Hope you have a great one!
