It took Bob almost an hour before his dick was ready again. He usually is 5 minutes, but when you cum that hard...it's not easy. I know the feeling. When he was ready, he went for payback. He finger fucked my ass and then put the head of his dick inside my asshole. He was good about it. It took about 5 minutes actually to get it all in. When you have a dick that big in your guts, things must stretch, and other stuff has to be rearranged to make room for it. It's a unique feeling, that's for sure. One I am pretty addicted to, if I'm being honest. Once he got it in, he reamed my colon like it was nobody's business. I came twice. Both times when he buried his dick balls deep in my asshole. The second time he asked me if I could feel the head of his dick in my stomach, I just came so hard it was stupid. I came because I thought I could feel his dick in my stomach. Anyway, he turned the tables on me. I was now the one "fucked stupid" and in full cum tard mode. No matter what he did to me, I would cum. He pulled out of my ass, put his dick back in my mouth, and told me to squeeze his balls again. I did, and I came just from doing that. That was number 3. Then he pulled out of my mouth and fucked me missionary. He told me to tell Scott that I loved him. I said I would. Then I came again. That was number 4. When I said I would and came, he pumped his cum into my pussy. Then I came again. That was 5. After he reached the second time, he lost his kink for a bit. That happens with guys. He talked about everyday life stuff. Then as if a switch flipped, he told me to get on my knees and repeat the finger fucking of his ass. I did as I was told. And I came from fingering his ass while sucking his cock. That was 6. He didn't cum for a while. Then he said he wanted me to tell Scott I belonged to him. I agreed, and he told me to squeeze his balls harder. I squeezed so hard I was worried I would hurt him. He pumped a weak load down my throat a minute or so after I vice-gripped his balls. He is a kinky fucker. I love that about him.
Someone commented that Scott means nothing to me. Right now, he doesn't. I have been pumped full of sperm, used as a toy for someones else's dick, my mouth stuffed with testicles, my asshole turned into a cunt, and my cunt turned into a sloppy cum dump. And I would shut this computer down and drive back to him as humanly possible if he asked me to do it all over again. He is arrogant, rude, self-centered, and cares about no one except himself. And right now, after he made me cum half a dozen times...I have intense feelings for him. But I'm old enough, smart enough, and have been down this road enough to know that it will fade by the night's end. After I cum from making Scott bow down in humiliation by having him lick the remaining seed from another man's balls from my asshole and my cunt while I tell him how much more of a man Bob is to me, I'll "cum" to my senses. Good old faithful Scott will move back up from the bottom of the list to the top...until the next time. Then it's right down to the bottom again.
So what happened today? I went to Bob's office, then to a hotel across from the Speedway. It was nice. On the ride over, I absolutely sucked Bob's cock. He didn't cum, but there was a lot of traffic. We checked in, and then he let loose on me. He got me down on my knees and stuffed as much of his massive cock in my mouth as I could take. He did something new this time. He told me to finger his ass. Hold my beer...I got this. So, with his balls in one hand, the head of his dick in my mouth, and my finger pumping his ass, I sucked his dick until he fed me sperm. Took like 2 minutes. I saw Bob lose his composure when he came for the first time ever. He quit breathing, got that shocked look, and started shaking and making weird noises. Bob, as beautiful as he is, looked like a dufus because he came that hard. I seriously thought he might cry. I was proud of myself. I finally turned him into the "fucked stupid" tard knocker. All it took was me finger fucking his ass while his dick was in my mouth. Plus, I did a little trick I learned from Scott. When he came, I squeezed his balls hard. Like, get on it hard. It worked. Between that and the finger in his ass...he came like a fire hose. I got most of his sperm in my stomach, but some ended up on my nose. He got to jerking around, and keeping it in my mouth was hard. Didn't matter. I scooped it up and ate it. There's a ton more to tell, and I will get to it today, but I have to get a few things done, so I'm leaving it here!
Three days no dick. However...I just had jizz licked off of my leg by the guy who put it there. It was his reward for shaving me for my date with Bob. I made Scott do it with his pants off. His dick was hard the second I told him to prepare me for my date with Bob. I wonder how Scott feels about that? Shaving my pussy so another man can enjoy it. Knowing he won't be able to touch it any other way. I wonder how he feels knowing another man, a man I desire way more than him, will have his cock inside of me. Marking my pussy as his by emptying his sperm inside of it. I won't leave Bob until he has completely satisfied his cock by using my holes in any way he wishes. When I come home, my breath will smell of a superior man's cum. His jizz will still be inside of me, and if he fucked me good enough, which he always does, I will be cumdrunk and in love with Bob. I won't want anything to do with Scott afterward. I will probably have him clean my used beaver with his tongue so that I can assert my complete dominance over Scott. He will gag and dry heave, but that makes me wet knowing he has Bob's sperm on his tongue and sticking to the back of his throat, which makes me want Bob even more. It's good to live the cuck queen life. It really is.
I spent all of three minutes writing that. Then thought better of it. I think that might scare some of you off that I enjoy that sexual lifestyle. It is a bit much for some. But then I thought...who gives a crap? I'm 56. I can do what I want when it comes to sex. That's what I want to do. It's not all I want to do, but I admit it, it's my go-to move these days. I can't help it. It makes my pussy buzz. Especially when I'm pumped up after a workout. I feel stronger than Scott, and I have super happy thoughts about pushing him around and fucking other men. Wait...I'm just getting weirder. I better quit here!
Tried to flirt with a guy in Marshalls. Never thought I'd do that...in Marshalls. But I did. And if he had reciprocated, I would have sucked the ball snot right out of his testicles in his car if he would have let me. He didn't let me. He looked at me like I was an asshole. I can be, so he wasn't totally wrong. I don't know what I did wrong, if anything at all. I was probably too old for him. He was late 20s or early 30s. It was his body that got me going. He was fit as fuck. If ever there was a guy that I would want to shove his seed down my throat, it was him. Oh well, you can't win them all. Except...now I'm horny as fuck. Maybe I can wait until Scott gets home and have him watch me fuck myself in front of him while I tell him how much I want that guy. That sounds good too. I don't know that I want to wait that long. I'll let you know!
Muscle Monday. Did 4 sets of 10 each arm 30lb dumbbells. And...I had good form. That ain't too bad. Think what I could do to your dick with that kind of power. It is highly possible I could do things to your dick that would make you mine forever. You would belong to me. Not your wife, not your girlfriend. Me. I would tell you when you can cum and with who. If I told you to leave your wife or girlfriend, you would do it without hesitation simply because of what I could do to your dick. It's a wonderful life, isn't it? 😉💦🍆
Let us do this thing. It's a new week, and I have no plans for dick at the moment, but I know something will "cum up." "Cum up"...I like that. It's what happens when a cock stands straight up and pumps sperm. The cum, cums up. Kind of like the testicles aren't feeling so well and need to purge. I so wish I knew what it felt like as a guy when he orgasms. I'd give about anything, to be honest.
When was the first time I touched a dick? I can't answer that. I'll get in trouble on here. I wish I could talk freely here. I really do. There are so many things I would love to tell you but can't.
People ask me if I will do the "private get-together" thing with them. No. The answer is not just no. It's undoubtedly no. So, seriously, no point in even asking. It won't happen. Not that I have a problem with it. I don't. I spent 20 wonderfully amazing years doing just that. That all ended 3 years ago. It was just time for me to make a change. Think about it. Twenty years at any one thing is a long time to be doing it. Do I miss it? Absolutely. Every day, I think back on it. It was some of the best times of my life. Would I ever do it again? No. I wouldn't. Unlike what you hear, I never had a bad day because of someone being an asshole. They just weren't. In fact, for the most part, the people I met were fantastic. However, my experience was vastly different than most other girls. I was never high, never sloshed, always 100 percent straight. As I have said a thousand times, why would I want to ruin a perfectly good time, not to mention a fantastic career, by fogging my mind? I know I harp on "Don't drink, don't get high" regarding girls in the industry. That's because I have seen so many girls go down the rock-bottom drain because of it. They are in it for an entirely different set of reasons, and none are good. I got into it after watching a TV show on HBO. I'll get to that next time!
Some more stuff of the pink dress. I like it. I wish I could wear it everywhere and not get arrested.
Last night. Uneventful. I couldn't sleep, so I masturbated for half an hour while watching my 5 guy g-bang video. I came when I got to the part where I was leaning back on the couch, riding a huge BBC reverse cowgirl, another huge BBC in my mouth, another BBC in one hand, and my stepson's cock in the other. Sure, it's just a video, but if only I could make that a weekly life reality, wouldn't that be special? That would be a dream lifestyle right there.
On the thought of that...here is something that popped into my mind last night. When I made that video, I didn't need any booze, drugs, or anything else to do it. I wanted to do it. I asked to do it. They obliged. If I could live that lifestyle, why would I want to get high, hammered, whacked on whatever, and take the chance of dulling one second of that experience? I wouldn't take that chance. The way I see it, if you need chemical sedation of any sort to numb the edges...you don't really want to be doing it now do you? I could be wrong. But I'm not. It's a monumental problem in the porn industry. Out of control might be a better way of putting it. I never understood it. They line you up with good-looking dudes that have great bodies and very impressive dicks. And then they pay you to let them breed you. What's the problem? Being nervous doesn't cut it as an excuse. Theres a million reasons why they self-medicate, but that's their problem. I only need one reason not to self-medicate. I want the full-on, 100% sensation, mental and physical, of every weird thing I do with my pussy. Don't worry, though...I'll get high on my orgasms, and believe me, I do.
Someone said I was weird for not having sex with just one man. Really? Seems funny to me to have sex with just one man. Anyway, he said that it wasn't right. The thing is, I know this guy's wife. It seems to me that he doesn't like that we are still friends. I get the feeling he want's me as far away from her as possible. But I know things about her. Very sexy things. A few years before they were married, she fucked a guy I invited over for a get-together in my guest room. They went at it for an hour. He later told me she asked him to fuck her in the ass, but he told her no. He didn't like that. I personally think he blew it. Never turn down the butthole if she offers. It makes us feel like we overstepped when we offered it up. Just saying. Now, I didn't mention any of this to him. And I never would. I'm also sure he doesn't know about this. It was before they knew each other, so it's irrelevant regarding infidelity. But I did ask him if he ever wondered if another man before she met him pumped her asshole and jizzed in her shitter, making sperm drip out of her asshole for an hour afterward. Does that make her weird? Is it weird knowing how she passionately kissed him with his cock buried in her asshole? Begging him to cum in her guts? That's as far as I got before he told me to fuck off and asked me to leave. Someone else told him he should go, and he did. His wife stayed, though. And she chatted up a dude all night long. I like that! I can see the writing on the wall. I'm very interested in this situation. It's sexy as fuck the way it's playing out. I like a good porn drama. I'll let you know if there are developments.
3 dicks, and 6 testicle drainings combined. That's a pretty good number for one day. I myself had a total of 6 orgasms spread out over the course of the day. I feel used. That isn't a bad thing. I always look forward to that feeling. It's like a badge of honor. Still, I could do with another fuck right now. Everyone else seems a bit sexed out. But...I would take a dick if a good one were in front of me right now. I would be picky, though. It would have to be a really hot guy with a super nice-looking cock. It's just one of those days.
I got shit to do today, and I don't feel like doing it. But...I'll do it. Eventually. It is sweltering out here in Daytona Beach. Hard to do things outside for any length of time. Except sweating. That is very easy to do if you are so inclined to want to do so. Sometimes I have to change my clothes 3, maybe 4 times a day it's that hot and humid here.
I saw a girl this morning at Publix. She was so hot. It fired something up inside of me. Made me anxious. I wanted her that bad. Also got my inner gayness all revved up. Today would be an excellent day to slurp on a clit. I don't know any women anymore. They all got whacked out on one thing or another. The last girl I was with looks so bad now I can't believe I used to lick her sweaty delicious pussy till she dumped a load of girl slime on my tongue. Amazing what a year or so of whatever she's on will do to a person. I need to find a sane chick. A scorching sane chick. They are hard to find these days. I feel for you guys.
I saw a cock with the "dry heaves" today. Someone once told me about that, but there is always at least a drop, as far as I can remember. It was attached to Ryan, and it was the third time it was trying to pump cum on me. It almost looked painful the way it turned purple and jerked around. But the owner said it was the best orgasm he ever had. I'm kind of proud of that. I like being responsible for making one's dick feel that way. In return, Ryan was good today. Close to Bob, if not better. Hard to say. I came like 5 times in 2 hours. He came 3 times. He can eat pussy like a pro. It's almost like he knows exactly what I'm feeling. He consistently hits the right spot with his tongue and stays on it until I can't stand it anymore. His oral skills are indeed god-like. Plus, his dick is fascinating. It's six, maybe 7, average width, but it's ridiculously hard. The cool part is about 20 seconds after he ejaculates, it turns into a shriveled-up tiny, floppy 2-inch dick. I watched in amazement as it shrank down several times today. But then, after a few minutes, he licks my nipples, and it's right back to full size and concrete hard. I sucked on his perfectly round balls after his last dry heave cum, and his dick grew immediately, and then I left him that way. He begged me to let him pump my asshole, but he had already fucked me stupid, and I don't know if I would have survived another orgasm. I told him to use it on his wife, and she could thank me later for it. He didn't think that was funny. He will ask me if I want him to leave his wife for me any day now. And I do, but for selfish reasons. Purely sexual. I like Ryan and probably have some feelings for him, but he's not the guy. But if it means I get to have his dick inside me daily...what do I care if he screws up his entire marriage? I'm kidding. I'll say no. If he happens to get caught, well, then it's all fuzzy bunnies and blue skies for me and my kitty. That's on them, not me.
So, I have Ryan's sperm leaking from my asshole, my pussy, and the salty stains are still on my thighs. I'll tell you all about it when I can sit down for a few minutes. It was a good one, for sure!
I'd like to see you, Matt. You know who you are. Slurp this alpha-male-sized load of warm, slimy sperm up. I want to hear the noises you make doing it. I want to see it dripping off of your chin. Yes...that is what I would like to see.
Scott will be busy tonight unbreeding my pussy and asshole with his tongue. Then I'll have him jerk it while I tell him Ryan means more to me than he does. That's so mean. It's not true, but Scott doesn't need to know that. That will make him cum, which he will do in his cupped hand, and then he will eat his own sperm while I masturbate watching him. Thinking about this makes it hard for me not to rub one out before Scott gets home. I can do it, though. This will be a good day for me. Just saying! And, yes, I am weird as fuck when it cums to kinks. But it beats the shit out of wham bam, thank you ma'am dickings.
Technically, I cheated for the first time on Scott yesterday since we were married. I gave Ryan a handjob in his car yesterday. I sucked the jizz out of his testicles when he came for convenience. I'm not complaining. I would have rather seen his dick turn into a sperm fountain and then lick it up. But that makes a mess, and he had to go back to work. So I took a throat pie from him. I like throat pies. You just don't really taste the cum. The head of his dick is in the back of my throat, and the sperm slides down. Quick and easy, mess-free. Except for one thing, the cum that always seems to dribble out afterward. That seems to be an exclusive male manufacturing defect. Anyway, I never told Scott about it. He still doesn't know. That makes me wet. He could be sneaking looks at my posts on his phone, but he would have to have his own subscription that I don't know about or know it's him. That turns me on too. Cat and mouse type thing, only my pussy is the cat, and his dick is the mouse.
Got a virus yesterday. Way worse than Covid. It's called Abdoser. Except it doesn't make you feel bad. It just shuts your browser down, and you can only see annoying fake ads to buy Norton AntiVirus. Spent all day trying to figure out how to get rid of it without wiping everything and starting fresh. Then Scott came home, looked at it for 10 minutes, deleted some files I never would have dreamed of looking for, reset my browsers, restarted my computer, and boom, all good. Sometimes it's terrific to have a husband! So, I gave him a handjob. It was fun because I thought about giving Ryan a handjob in his car the entire time. He wanted more, but he's lucky he got that. I was saving my strength to fuck Ryan today. Which I will do in just a few hours.
So, how did I get the abdoser virus? I was trying to do a free fax thing online because an older person I know wanted to fax something. He was adamant about faxing it instead of scanning and emailing it. So I tried this myfreefax thing, and like a dumbass, I allowed the pop-up. That was all it took. I knew better and did it anyway. What a complete waste of a day that one little click created.
A lot is going on today. It's a Bob day. Thats good. He will turn me into a fuck puppet in his office. I like that. I'll let you know how that goes.
It's overcast. I'm going to dig some holes in my yard before Bob fills mine in his office.
Most people who have been around a while know my rule number one is local people only. I gave up on the traveling salesman thing several years ago. Best decision I ever made. Cuts down on the scheduling frustration, not to mention the "Dry Beaver Frustration" from goof-ups and no-shows. Cuts down on it by almost 100%. If I can't get to your house or you to mine in 20 minutes to pump me full of cock...then you are too far. I know...I'm missing out on the best people. I could be passing up on "The One." I already have "the one" several times over. No more room for another "The one." Move to Daytona if you want to be "The One."
I was once asked for a non-porn men's magazine to answer the question, "The real reason women become unfaithful." I was allowed to answer "moderately graphic." The answer I gave them was, "Let's be honest here. It's simply natural, instinctual desires. It's in her nature. The real reason women step out on their men is they find someone better looking and with a better body. Nature has ensured that those two things make his personality 10 times better than it actually is, so now he's more fun to be around. When she does have sex, nature ensures his physical appearance makes her cum, cum harder, cum faster, cum more often. So, she is unfaithful because nature intended her to be that way. She has found someone better looking, fitter, stronger, better in bed. So what does she need you for?
That answer never got published. I was told it didn't fit the "mood" the story was going for. I get it. It's a harsh answer, especially after rereading it after so many years. I didn't get to explain that you can deny that instinct, and most women do. They just fantasize and rub one out, thinking about being on the end of another man's cock. But unlike me, I don't want to deny it because it's a turn-on for me. I like putting men in that position. Watching Scott uncomfortably squirm around when I tell him about Bob. I asked him yesterday if he was concerned about Bob. Was he worried I might decide to leave him for Bob? He said yes. I said, "You should be." I could feel the tension, the anxiety of being cucked. And it turned me on so much that I had him jerk off on my clit so I could use his cum to masturbate and think about Bob doing things to me with his dick. Then he licked me clean, and we went out to get something to eat. Would I leave Scott for Bob? Yes. I would. Without a doubt. But only for a week...maybe two. Then I'd come back. That, my friends, is true love.
Beaver Fever. It's set off by that beautiful scent of a hot woman who has just finished working out. It makes my mouth water and my pussy flood. She's clean, but she's not soapy fresh. It just has that smell that drives me wild. Oddly enough, that doesn't work for guys. I like them to be soapy and fresh 24/7. If I'm going to lick your balls, I want them clean, shaved, and tasting like they are fresh out of the shower. Doesn't always happen, but that's my preference. Now I say this when I'm not a MILF in heat. When I am in breeding mode, and you're my target…shit flies out the window, and I will completely remove all sperm available, no matter the soapy clean status. Hormones have that effect.
Yes. In general, I find women way more attractive than men. The only problem is they don't have dicks. I would rarely pass up a cock for a beaver. The owner of the beaver would have to be a sexy as fuck 15 on a scale of 10 for me to pass up a cock on a decent-looking guy. I come way harder with a dick inside of me than I do with a chick eating me out. The good news is, I think maybe once in my life have I had to choose between a dick or a pussy. I decided on the pussy, and I chose wrong. She was hot as fuck, but she was terrible at being gay. I had to do everything, and she would return the favor for a few minutes and then quit. I ended up fucking the guy I passed up later on, and he would do this thing to my butthole with his tongue…out of this world. I used to drown him with girl jizz. He was that good. I could have spent the wasted month I dated her with him instead.
I was bred by Connor today. He came home, and the only thing he wanted to do was inseminate with his sperm. I feel so good now. I have a part of him inside me, and it's mine to keep. I took a million of his little tadpoles inside of me this afternoon, and they have only one purpose...to make me pregnant. It won't work, but knowing he will do that for me is complete gratification. When he cums, I can feel his live seed spreading inside me. It's unbelievable. It puts me on cloud nine every time. Being bred is my drug. As odd as it may sound. I get high on cum being pumped inside my body. Nature is amazing, probably as it is intended to be. It doesn't stop. When his cum ran down my leg when we were getting dressed, the sensation flooded my brain, and I had to masturbate in front of Connor. He laughed when I came a second time. Said I made some pretty severe cum faces. My first orgasm was when he came. I came and came stupid hard, almost like a bomb went off. My orgasms are getting so strong now it's almost scary. But you know I won't stop. How can I? If he is willing to empty his seed inside my body, some part of him wants to have his kid with me. Oddly enough...that floods my pussy at the thought of it. Who knows why. I don't care why. It's just incredible sex. I had no idea I would get pumped full of sperm on my kitchen table today. The sex was mind-blowing. Literally unreal. It was that good.
Scott came home to me, sitting on the couch with Connor. He asked if he should stay or not. I told him no. I was enjoying the time I would have with Connor. He will only be home until Thursday. I will use that time wisely. Scott will have to find things to do.
It’s one of those days. I want to fuck. I don’t care who. I don’t care how. I just want to fuck. And…of course, nobody is around to rearrange my insides with a delicious steel-hard cock. It’s annoying. I know you will gladly step in, and if this were the world of fantasy that becomes a reality, that would be awesome. But sadly, as we all know, it does not. I just want a cock, and all the people I know who own one within reach are not available at the moment. What I would give to feel a dick spread me open like warm butter. Then just leave that wonderful thing sitting inside of me, rock hard, feeling his pulse through his cock. Let it stretch me open, and then wait for him to pull out and plunge my insides like a stick in the mud. I will shut up because this is already making my beaver mitt a swampy mess. I have to think of something else, like these pictures. I just took them. They are minutes old, with zero edits, just little 57 yr old me. Now would someone please, for the love of all things good…stick their dick in me, for fuck’s sake!
I commented to a girl who sent me a photo and then called and asked for my thoughts. I pointed out that it was an AI-created version of an original photo. She lost her mind. She told me I was rude and wasn’t asking me if I thought it was an AI drawing. Which it was. She said I should have kept quiet if I had nothing positive to say about it. I pointed out, “You clearly asked me what I thought. So I told you what I thought, and furthermore, I was correct.” She hung up and messaged me on Twitter, telling me she was blocking me on IG and TT. I messaged her back before she could block me, “Put the keyboard down and step away from the crackpipe before someone gets hurt.” She replied, “You’re a whore!” I replied, “You finally got something right.” But…. she blocked me by then. Now I have a voicemail from her, with her apologizing for calling me a “whore.” Really? I wear that badge of honor like a gold medalist olympian. I’ll call her when she comes down from whatever she is whacked out on. If I call her now, she will probably ask me how my 5 legged pony is. I don’t have a 5 legged pony. I never did. Drugs. I don’t get the attraction. Well, at least she gave me something to write about. I was at a loss for words this morning, and now I’m not.
Scott wanted to fuck today. He said it was Sunday. He's got a lot of stuff done around the house. I wanted to fuck him, but I promised Bob I wouldn't. I explained my situation to Scott, but he said it sounded like I was cheating on him. I'm not cheating on Scott. I have cucked Scott. As in replacing him with someone who can fuck me better. There is a vast difference. Scott knows when I go out with Bob. I don't hide it. I tell him when I'm leaving if he's around. Bob even sends him texts from my phone with pictures of his dick in my asshole. There is no "cheating" going on. What's going on is Bob's cock is touching places inside of me that only he can touch. Not to mention stretching me to proportions that, as of now, no one else can. Because of that, Bob makes all the rules. Just because I'm married to Scott doesn't change that.
Anyway, to make a long story short, I felt bad for Scott. It has been a while since the head of his dick has felt the inside my body, so I offered him my ass. He accepted the offer and immediately dropped his shorts, thinking he would slide his dick in my asshole. Not so fast, Mr! I had him lick my clit and tongue my asshole out. When I was ready, I told him to put it in me. He got the head of his dick against my puckered asshole and blew his load. He never even got it inside of me. The dummy. He shot his jizz all over my bedspread, and when he went to get a towel to clean that up, his dick dripped more on the floor. I wasn't happy. No dick in my ass, and now I had runny cum all over my bedroom. I told him to lick it up. He refused. I told him in no uncertain terms he could forget about any sex for good. He licked his seed off the floor and then cleaned it off my bedspread. Then I made him watch me masturbate in front of him with my giant dildo and new vibrator. His dick got rock hard when he watched me and started touching himself. I said no, no, no, Mr. I got myself off telling him how much I loved Bob and how much more I wanted Bob than himself. He blew his load again. It started jerking around and then pumped some pretty thin and transparent cum. This time in his hand, he was a good boy about that, at least. I didn't even have to tell him. He ate his load out of his hand. He gagged, but that's okay. It happens. He's a good husband.
I get off on a man pumping his cum inside me. Especially when Bob nuts inside of me. In the thirty seconds before his dick sprays semen inside of me, his dick hardens up so much it's like I have the hardest object known to mankind inside of me. I'm responsible for that. Knowing my pussy can do that to his cock makes me gushing wet. When he pumps his cum, I can feel both his cock twitching and the warm flow of sperm splashing my insides down. That turns on a submissive switch somewhere in my head. When he pours his seed into me, it's as if he's leaving a part of himself inside me, marking me as his inside and out. I would belong entirely to him if he wanted me to. Do whatever he asked of me. Then an hour later, after the cum high has worn off, Bob is back to being just an asshole with a magic dick. Nature is a beautiful thing. Just saying.
Yep, Bob did all of that to me the other night. He has made a deal that he will see me at least once a week, but he doesn't want anyone else's dick inside of me. Only his. I agreed to that. But part of the deal is that I can get guys off with my asshole, mouth, and hands. See how long this lasts. If he fucks me at least once a week, and I'm allowed to get fucked in the ass by whoever I want…I can do this indefinitely. I don't like Bob in my ass, anyway. He's too big. It's wildly uncomfortable. I still do it because I like the result of my ass feeling destroyed for days afterward. Scott, Ryan, Connor, and the others have dicks small enough to make me cum when they ass fuck me. Those guys can pump my ass full of cum 7 days a week if they are so inclined, and I hope they are.
So, I finally found an old strap-on and used it to breed Ryan's asshole like it was a pussy. I fucked him so hard with it that it broke. Seriously. The damn harness just ripped apart. It was old. Shit happens. So I used one of my medium size suction dildos and stuck it on the edge of the bathtub and made him squat on it like a bitch and fuck himself while I watched. I like watching Ryan fuck his asshole into a gaped black hole. His dick stays rock-hard the entire time. Most guys have a semi-hardon at best when a dildo is in their ass. Not Ryan. It's like steel. And even better, he cums without touching it when he's riding a cock. He poured out a pretty big load all over my tile floor. I told him to lick it up, but I guess he lost his desire for kink after he came. That happens to lots of guys. They get that pre-cum bravery, but once they blow their balls out, they lose their nerve. He did wipe it up for me, though. I didn't fuck Ryan, but I squeezed his balls for him. He likes that, and when I say squeeze...I squeeze the crap out of them. I admit it's a good time. I like watching his face when he has a dildo buried in his ass, and I have his balls squeezed in my hands like a vice. He looks like he is on the world's greatest drug ever. I would have fucked him, but I have Bob tonight, and Bob said I couldn't rub one out, nor could I stick anyone's dick inside of me. What Bob wants, Bob gets. I'll let you know how Bob goes tomorrow!
Yes, I do things other than suck dick and take cock in my guts. Lots of those other things are directly related to getting sperm inside of me, but that is here nor there. I was thinking, why do I spend so much time doing things related to having sex? I know why. Because I can, and I don't have to do anything else. I don't want to do anything else. Why would I? It's not about money; I was super financially responsible my entire career and saved everything. I have just enough to scrape by comfortably every month for the rest of my life. I can spend the time I want and need trying to get dicks to pump a baby in me, and I do. Because that's what I want to do. They should make a financial planning commercial for me. Be a "hard" one to word properly. Anyway, if you wonder why I spend so much time on sexual-related projects… it's because I can.
And out of the blue, I ended up getting a date with both Ryan and Bob, neither from that crappy matchmaker site. I know I will butt fucking Ryan, and Bob will be butt fucking me. Funny how life works out. I'm not complaining! I can fill you in on Ryan today, but Bob isn't until 8 tonight, so not sure about that. Scott gets off at noon today, so maybe I'll fuck him on video as well. I could be a busy beaver today...pun intended!
I have gotten some pretty good cock videos lately in my DMs. Thank you for that. Some of you don't realize I troll the internet for dick videos almost daily. So, tricking me with a dick pic that isn't yours is pretty hard to do. I don't need to see a perfect porn-quality dick picture. I just need to see your dick spitting jizz. That's what counts. I can't say it enough…cum shots, cum shots, cum shots!
Saw a guy in Lowes last night checking me out, and the first thought that came to mind was, I wonder what his ejaculation game is like? He looks like a heavy pumper. I guess I stared back at him for too long. He looked away real quick and wandered off. I wonder what he thought I was thinking when I was staring back? If he only knew, maybe he would have stayed around and had a chat with me.
This next little gem is going to be super boring, but I wrote it, so it's going on here. Quit reading now if you don't want to get put to sleep.
So many people ask or assume my political leaning these days. Am I a Republican or a Democrat? Do I go to the right or the left? Actually, I prefer to go deep, but that's another story. So you decide. I think education up to the bachelor's degree should be free. But it isn't. And everyone in the US knows that. So, if you took out a student loan, pay it back. I hear these doofuses saying they didn't think they were taking out a student loan. These people are too stupid for college. I believe you are a man or you are a woman. You can identify as anything you want, but I don't have to take you seriously, just like you don't have to take me seriously. I dislike Donald Trump even though I am a fan of some of his politics. I dislike Joe Biden more. I'm sure he did something good somewhere along the way, but I can't think of what it is. It's a Catch-22. For the love of all that is good, can we please put an age cap on these dinosaurs? I really like the Obamacare plan I have with Florida Health. I really do. I have no idea why people fight this and refuse to take advantage of it. I get it that the salary cap is stupid. I think we should provide free urgent medical care to immigrants even if they cross illegally. I also think we should close the border and have strict policies for those who violate immigration laws. I used to watch Fox News. Now I don't. I tried CNN, but they are the absolute worst. I get my news online, and if a political story catches me, I try to verify it so I know I'm not being played as a fool. So many people get played as a fool because they want to believe. Then never check the facts other than the clickbait headline. I used to fuck a guy who, so far to the right that is all he would talk about. He was always trying to sell me on some political belief. His dick was good to my insides. He made cum. I quit fucking him because he wouldn't shut up about politics. I tried dating a guy far to the left. He thought he was always the most intelligent guy in the room. He wasn't. He was too dumb to know that. His cock never made it inside of me. Too bad. He was a good-looking older guy. Just wasn't worth listening to his lectures. Public announcement...yelling the loudest doesn't make you correct. That is my general state of political leaning.
So, I tried a couple more...I'm not having any luck whatsoever in the selfie department today. Now I'm getting myself into weird body positions. No wonder he hasn't sent me anything back.
I'm sending naughty pics to this guy I met online, and my hubby's pissed because he caught me taking pics of my cooter to send him. But then I see he's got a little soldier standing at attention in his shorts. That's what makes me love him. I'm not entirely sure he thinks he made the best decision by putting a ring on my finger. He knows I've been with four other guys since we got hitched, and to make it worse, they have all had their dicks inside of me more than him. This marriage is perfect! Back to it. I must have made 20 videos to this guy T before I finally found one I like well enough to send. It must have scared him off. I haven't heard from him since I sent it hours ago. So I'm going to send you some of my greatest hits I sent to him! This is the first one!
One last thing real quick. Sorry for the late start. A family member had a vehicle issue today, and I had to help pick up kids and drop folks off at work and such. I'll catch up tonight!
