I often get asked why I like to put a dick in my mouth. Most of you have a dick, so it's hard to explain what it's like to hold one in your hand if you don't have one. Not to mention putting it in your mouth. The thrill I get from just touching a hard dick never lessens. Not one bit. Thousands of dicks later, I still feel like every one of them is my first one. Putting that cock in my mouth is like the ultimate thrill. It just feels right. Soothing and comfortable. Not to mention when the sperm leaves his testicles and gets fed to me through the head of his cock, he is leaving a part of himself inside of me. Part of him has now become part of me. How amazing is that? I mentioned earlier to Matt on here that I don't understand why sucking cock isn't more popular. I know many people do it, but a good portion of them are just going through the motions. Porn companies used to get annoyed at me because I spent lots of time holding, caressing, kissing, and making love to some dude's cock with my lips instead of just sucking it down like they wanted me to. I couldn't help it. They had great cocks. I wanted to get my cock high on, and they just wanted me to gag on it. Here nor there. I will suck a cock, eat the sperm, put the cock away, go home, and masturbate. That is a perfect evening for me. That's how much I enjoy a penis fucking my face.
My clit is growing. It's getting huge. The bigger it gets, the more I want it to touch a dick. Yes, my clit is so big the head touches the shaft of your dick when it's inside me. It rubs along the entire length of your dick when you slip it in and out. Think of it as one unbelievably long and amazingly pleasurable stroke that keeps going. I have a head on my clit, and it looks just like the head of a cock. If you stroke the rim of my clit head like I stroke a cock's head, it's pure joy. The bigger my clit gets, the better my orgasms are, and right now, that's scary. I am cumming so hard that I can't talk afterward. I'm not complaining. I'll keep riding the lightning. Life is good. Especially when you have a massive clit like I do!
Do I like getting fucked or fucking someone? I like them both. Nothing beats when Bob turns me into a cum sniveling little sissy whore begging for sperm while licking his testicles. I get an anxious twinge just thinking about it now. It makes me nervous. It's possible that I love it so much and want to become a cum craving idiot permanently, which is scary. I really could live the rest of my years out, begging Bob to let me suck the tip of his dick until it feeds me cum.
But then there is Paul. I could also get used to holding him down and fucking his asshole into oblivion three times a day. Do I cum from doing that? No. I cum from masturbating thinking about it. And I think about it a lot. There is so much more I want to convert Paul into that I genuinely believe I could spend a lifetime making and enjoying that conversion. My goal is to turn him into a pretty little girl who takes dick in her ass. I know. That's demented. I never said I was 100 percent sane. But seriously, how hot would that be? Turning a hot stud into a hot sissy chick whether he wants it or not. Seeing him give in and become the cock loving whore he was meant to be would be so sexually satisfying. To the point of scary. Do I think it will happen? No. But it doesn't mean I won't try, and I will get him as far along as I can. He looked so promising the other day, riding that dildo on the table, his hard dick standing straight up in the air. I was so proud of him. My little personal sissy boy.
My point in all of this? The older I get, the more I can't decide what turns me on. I'm increasingly getting turned on by things that I never thought would interest me. I like it. I like it very, very much. This could be a girl thing. You may need to be the owner of a pussy to understand this. I don't really know.
I already fingered myself off while sitting on the toilet and watching creampie videos on Twitter. I cum harder sitting on the crapper than lying in bed. Like a lot harder. How's that for a magical mystery?
I listened to an educated idiot theorize that life without women would be better. I commented that life without women would end up being a pain in the ass...literally. He asked what I meant. I said never mind. Some of you will ask me what I meant. "In the end," it's not worth explaining.
Someone told me it's a thing for gay men to wear matching clothing. I said that was stupid and wasn't true. I pointed to 2 police officers and said tell that to them.
I live in my house. My husband lives in his. That's how you do it, folks. I know. I'm a real cunt for making him do that. The thing is, it was his idea. I hated it at first. Now I get it. It's amazing. I wouldn't change it for the world. I like this guy more and more. The one reason I agreed to it initially was even though I promised I wouldn't do it...he knew I would eventually want to bring a guy home. How right he was. Since we got married, more men have fucked me in my house than my husband has. That sounds bad, but it also makes me tingle in the pussy just thinking about it. I thought I would share that with you. Let me know what you think about that.
I make mistakes when I type here. I spell shit wrong, and I call people by incorrect names. I do all kinds of weird shit. I get caught up on here, and details get left behind. I don't get upset when it's pointed out, and believe me, it often is. I realize that the readers of whatever crap I type out here get far more annoyed at my grammatical and story errors than I do. So my recommendation for what it's worth is to do what I do. Pretend I wrote it correctly. Then all is good.
Holy shit, it was hot today! Both inside and out. Inside of me, and outside the house, to be exact. I fucked Ryan today. It was the perfect fuck for a follow to Scott from yesterday. I came so much harder today. It was mind-bending and intense. I always cum harder when the camera isn't recording. I came yesterday, but I had to bend to his fantasies to get Scott to do it. I like his fantasies. I don't like being directed. I said and did everything Scott wanted to hear and do, even though it wasn't scripted. Feels made up, even though it's mostly true. Probably because he gave me suggestions about what he wanted me to say. It was silly because I say all those things on my own without being prompted. But that is a small price to get a good video with a solid cum dump at the end. I watched that cum shot in slow motion a dozen times. That was a hell of a single pump of cum. Wonder if his dick feels stretched after that?
Anyway, Ryan is a hunk. Not Bob style hunk, but good-looking. He wanted to know the odds of having a more serious relationship. He's like 30. I'm 56. He's married and has kids. I'm married, but in my case, that doesn't really count now, if you know what I'm saying. Not super good. But I lied to him and said we could pursue it and see where it goes. I'm not going to pass up a serious style fling with him. My pussy drools at the thought of him, and my pussy calls the shots these days. Scott will be fine if I move in with him for a month or two. Seriously. He will. Well, he will have to be now, won't he? That's the way things work around my household.
Ryan whispered in my ear all three times today if I wanted him to make me pregnant. I said yes each time, and he would cum each time. When I felt his sperm flooding my body, I would cum on his still cum-pumping dick. All three times. After the first breeding, he asked me if I really would like him to impregnate me. Hell, yes, I would. Not kidding. I would give anything to get knocked up by Ryan, Bob, and especially Connor. Why, you ask? How the fuck should I know? It turns me on. Turns my pussy into melted butter, thinking about it. I would guess it's most likely hormonal instinct, but why do I care what it is? All I care about is it turns me on to the point of desperation, and I like that. I often picture myself getting bred. I like to use the term "bred and breeding because that's how I see it. I like to think of myself bent over a table and some 25 yr old pumping hot, super fertile sperm into my body. Sperm that will change my body. Fuck. I'm turning myself on. Enough of that. Anyway. Paul. I will pursue a relationship with him. I want him to keep breeding me in the proper manner that he does. If he fucks up his marriage, that's on him. My pussy couldn't care less about any of that. It just wants to be bred. Just saying.
Morning. Getting things started. Not much new. Decent fuck yesterday with Scott. Wish it was with Bob or even Ryan, but sometimes you just got to take any dick when you're in a cock drought scenario. I'm sure the same thing goes with pussy. Ryan is going to be the dick of the day. He got away from his happy household for a while today, and that time will be spent seeding my insides with his sperm. I am looking forward to that.
I'm trying to find a good outfit for today. I don't feel like I'm dressing sexy enough lately. Others see it as the total opposite, but they are not the ones I'm trying to please. I'm trying to please myself and myself only. I don't care what other people think. Seriously, I don't. When I'm on my deathbed, I won't be the one looking back thinking, "Gee...I wish I had put more effort into making dicks hard." I know that sounds weird, but I like what I like. So let's see what my next "OMG did you see what she had on!?" outfit will be.
I begged Bob to pump his dick in all of my holes, but he couldn't get away from his wife. Yeah, I know. I'm being bred like a bitch in heat by a married guy. Who cares? All I know is when his perfect dick rearranges my guts via my pussy or asshole...I'm a happy bitch in heat. So I had to settle for Scott. Yes, I got off. Yes, Scott got me off. But it wasn't the same. Bob gets me off so intensely that I feel like I belong to him. Funny how a powerful orgasm can make you completely head over heels for someone. I do it all the time to guys. I find what makes them tick sexually, and I get in their head when we are fucking, and when they cum it's deep and scary intense, and then they want to marry me. Half of them are already married, and they want to marry me despite that. Sex is a powerful drug. There is no denying that. That's the same way Bob wrapped me around his dick. I know he's a complete tool, but when he makes me cum, he's the only man for me. Then an hour later, he's a complete tool again. Rinse and repeat. It's a vicious cycle, but I love it! His not fucking me worked to Scott's advantage today. I ended up sticking his dick inside of me. It was good, but it wasn't Bob's good. I let Scott know that.
The last installment of my time with Paul the other night!
We talked some more, and once again, his dick got hard. I had him get on his kitchen table and squat. I squeezed his balls. It's kind of my thing now since Bob had me do it. He rubbed the head of his hard dick for a few minutes while I told him how pretty he would look with tits. That made him cum which got on my shirt. He did the right thing and licked his sperm off of me. Then he asked if he should eat the rest of his jizz from his chest and table. I said you should never ask. Just do it. He did. I am seriously starting to like spending time with Paul. He may be kinkier than I am. I got out of there because we had spent two hours already and I had things to do. His kinks are highly addictive to me. They bring out a darker side which I am starting to enjoy. Maybe a little too much.
Alright. If you want to see how massive my clit gets and how swampy wet it becomes when fucked, the following several videos will do just that! Wait, Brooke, you say. What videos are these you speak of? Well...I got several videos you have never seen because I made them about half an hour ago. So, it would be kind of hard to have seen them before because of that. Just saying. They are a little peek into my bedroom and sex life with Scott. Yes, there is actual fucking and a massive plop of jizz some of you would probably love to slurp up. I'm going to split them up. Otherwise, it would be a 45-minute video, and nobody wants to watch a 45-minute porn. So, do me a favor, and try not to cum during the first video. Save it for the second one! I'll post part two later this afternoon or early evening.
I divided the second part of Paul's sissy transformation into multiple sections. He went from being a hunky trainer to someone who can only orgasm when wearing my panties and has a dildo in his anus. I'm pleased about this. Thrilled is a better word. Hope he doesn't end up with regrets because I won't. Of course, I'm not the one being transformed. Anyway, here is part 2 of 3.
We took a break. Talked about things. I asked Pual if he was gay now. He said he didn't know. I asked him if he wanted to be a girl. He said he didn't know. I asked him if he wanted to be an authentic porn-style tranny. He said maybe but didn't think he could go through with it. I told him I was there for him. And I am. But for my selfish reasons. If I could get Paul to get fake tits, take hormones, and turn himself into a chick with a dick, I would love that. I know. Sounds horrible. But knowing I altered a man's identity and changed the course of his life in such a massive way all because I sexually owned him in such a powerful way almost makes me cum just thinking about it. A few years ago, I would have backed off. Now, I'm ready to drive him to the plastic surgeon for tits. It's very selfish because it's purely sexual for me. I want to parade him around as my sissy bitch with tits. In front of his family, co-workers, and friends. I know. Rough. But it makes me wetter than fuck. I don't even let him fuck me. I don't want him to. I want some guy he competed with and doesn't particularly like to slip his dick in his asshole and take whatever is left of his manhood with each deep stroke of his cock while he laughs at Paul. Holy shit. Why does that turn me on so much? I am getting more demented by the day now. Anyway, I'll stop now. I have worked myself up too much about something that will probably never happen.
Paul got hard while we were talking. I asked him if he would mind fucking himself for me while I watched. Paul was happy to do it. He suction-cupped the colossal dildo on his coffee table, lubed it up, and made all 11 inches disappear like it was nothing. His dick was so hard it stayed flat against his belly. It was such a hot thing to watch. I was dying to cum, but I held off. I did touch myself now and then. I had to. It was too much not to. After a few minutes, his dick looked seasick, and heaved cum all over his chest and floor. It never got touched. It just started pumping long ropes of sperm without warning. He came like a girl being properly bred.
Here I sit watching creampie porn. So while I'm at it, here is a little update to show you my outfit and give you my general thoughts on the day.
So what happened with Paul Wednesday? I fucked his ass like it was a pussy with an enormous dildo I had. He took it just like I would have. With a smile on my face. Though his pussy is his asshole, and I would never be able to get reamed out the way he did. Paul is such a sissy beta boy now. It's not even funny. Six months ago, he was all burly, rough, tough, and all that good stuff. Now he's clean-shaven, head to toe, his big muscles are going away, and he smiles when I shove a dick in his ass. Weird how things can change so quickly. I wonder what his family thinks. Well, probably not much. He split up with his wife and lives in his own apartment now. He is such a beta sissy that I could hold him down and stick my huge rubber dick up his ass. He tried to get up, but I am stronger than him now. I love knowing I can do whatever I want to him, and he can't stop me. I'm too strong for him. It used to be the other way around. Now I'm flattening him out on the floor and giving him a massive hole that used to be his asshole from my huge strap-on. That's as close as I will get to know what it's like to be a guy and fucking someone. What a fantastic feeling. Paul took like it the little cunt he has become. He resisted it a bit at first, but his dick was hard like steel when I reached underneath him. I fucked him flat on the floor for five minutes with 11 inches of thick spongy dildo. When I was done, and he rolled over, the kitchen floor had a puddle of his sperm. The little bitch emptied himself and didn't want me to know it. I made him lick it up while I watched. I admit I was rubbing myself through my shorts.
Okay, this is going to go in different posts. Way too much went on with Paul for one post. So I'll keep going on the next one.
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.
