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Here's a little video for you before I head out to meet Jake..

Here's a little video for you before I head out to meet Jake 😉 Let me know what you think of my outfit, is it conservative enough to visit him at work? I will let you know how it goes 😜

I enjoyed holding this guy's dick in my hand so much last ni..

I enjoyed holding this guy's dick in my hand so much last night I can almost still feel it in my hand, and it's making my mouth water thinking about it. This is the dress I wore last night to the Ocean Deck. I had this 22-year-old guy who was part of the National Cheerleader tournament in Daytona Beach come up and introduce himself. He was from Tennessee, and sadly, I can't remember his name—but he was cute. He readily admitted he knew who I was, which probably meant he was also very aware that sex is my thing. We talked, and he tried so hard to win me over that I decided to empty this kid's balls. I ended up taking him out to my Jeep, and we started making out in the front seat, his hands all over me, my hands on his crotch, and I could feel his dick getting hard through his jeans. I didn't waste time—I unzipped him, pulled it out, and there it was, this thick, warm cock in my hand, stiff as a board and already jerking around for me.

I love holding a man's dick like that, wrapping my fingers around it, feeling it pulse as I start to jerk him off. There's something about it that gets me going—knowing I've got all the power, that I can make his balls tighten and his sperm shoot out just with my hand. It's the control, the way I can feel every twitch, every little jump as I stroke him, slow at first, then faster, my grip tight around his shaft. This guy's dick was nice—maybe seven inches, nice and thick, with a fat head that was already leaking pre-cum, lubing up my palm so I could work his dick. I could feel his balls drawing up under my fingers, heavy and full, ready to unload, and as shallow as it sounds, that's what I live for—making a man's dick pump sperm, watching it happen because of me. It's like I'm pulling his soul straight out of him, draining him out of his testicles with every tug, and it makes me feel so alive, so good, because I'm the one who owns his pleasure.

I never touched myself—no fingers on my clit, and other than my tits, I didn't let him touch me either. I didn't need it. The extreme satisfaction I get from making a stranger cum with just a handjob is insane. It's the mental rush—knowing I can take a guy I don't even know, get him so worked up that he's groaning, hips bucking, entirely under my control. I love the way it feels to push him over the edge, to see that moment when he can't hold back anymore when his dick starts jerking in my hand, and his sperm shoots out, hot and thick fresh from his balls, splattering everywhere. I'm smiling right now because last night, I had this guy moaning, his head back, saying stuff like, "Oh God, don't stop," while I jerked him faster, still using his precum oozing out to keep things slick, my other hand cupping his balls, feeling them tighten. When he came, it was like a fountain—his dick pumped hard, shooting long ropes of cum all over my hand, some hitting the dashboard, thick and sticky. I milked every drop out of him until he was jerking around, pushing my hand off his dick because his dick got super sensitive. I emptied this guy's entire being straight through his balls and out the head of his dick. It was perfect.

I didn't need to get off myself—the high I get from that is enough. It's the power, the way I can make a a guy less than half my age lose it, make his balls empty just because I decided to. I love knowing I did that, that I took this guy and made him cum so hard he couldn't think straight, all without him even touching me. He got kind of a shock when I wiped my cummy hand on his shirt, cleaned my fingers, and said, "Hope you enjoy your trip." Then I kissed the head of his dick and told him he needed to get his jeans pulled up because I had to go. He just nodded, still dazed, while I sat there watching him pull his pants up and get out of my Jeep, feeling alive, my pussy wet just from the thrill of it all. I got that incredible mental high without booze or drugs. It makes me feel so perfect. It's why I do it. Making a man's dick pump sperm is the best kind of rush I know.

People keep asking how Scott, my husband, can stand being wi..

People keep asking how Scott, my husband, can stand being with me when I cheat on him all the time, out in the open. I don’t know if you’d get it. Sometimes I don’t even get it myself. But Scott is wired for this. He lives for me to make him feel like nothing, to humiliate him, and those shame boners he gets prove he’s mine to break. I love giving him what he needs—it’s like a messed-up miracle that I found someone like him. He’s taken my sex life to a whole new level just by being this way. Outside, Scott looks solid—tall, strong, the kind of guy everyone respects. But the second he walks through our door, he shrinks into this little toy I get to mess with, a puppet I can twist until he’s nothing. He wants it, though—craves it. I see it in his eyes, that same hungry look I get from other guys right before they shove their dick in my mouth, except Scott’s need is different.

He needs me to come home smelling like another guy, my pussy or ass still wet and leaking with someone else’s cum. He needs me to spread my legs in front of him, let him see the dripping mess between my thighs, and hear me say, “Look what a real man did to your wife, you useless cuck.” His face red, shame written all over it, but his dick—it’s hard, twitching, a shame boner he can’t stop. It’s like it’s begging for me to keep going, to dig in deeper. I don’t let him touch it—he doesn’t need to. The humiliation does it for him.

The other night, I was getting ready for Jake—he’s my obsession now. Plus, Jake has me hooked on his perfect dick. I let Scott have his sad little role in my relationship with Jake. I stripped naked, told him to do the same, and laid on the bed, legs spread wide, my pussy right there for him to see. I handed him the razor and said, “Shave me—Jake likes it smooth when he fucks me.” Scott knelt between my thighs, staring at my pussy, already wet, thinking of how my husband was preparing me for another man. He shaved me carefully, trimming my pubic hair, his fingers brushing my lips here and there like he couldn’t help it. I could see his dick standing straight up, leaking already, and I loved it—loved knowing how low he’d sunk, getting me ready for the guy who’s taken his place.

I couldn’t stop myself—I started talking about Jake. “He’s so good, Scott. The way he slides into me, so deep, so perfect—it’s like my pussy was made for him.” Scott stopped for a second, but he kept going, shaving me bare while I kept digging into him. I wanted to get to him, so I said, “I’ve fallen for him. He’s not just a fuck—I think I might be in love with him.” That’s when it happened. Scott froze, got this dazed look on his face, and I felt it—hot, wet spurts hitting my leg. His cum splattered on my thigh, his dick jerking, shooting sperm without him even touching it. It was amazing, he pumped his cum, kneeling between my legs, just from hearing I might love Jake—his shame boner going off because I’d found his trigger, telling him another man owns me in ways he never can. If he’d touched my clit right then, I would’ve lost it myself—but I don’t let him see that. I like it this way.

You might not get it, but we’re a team. Scott wants me to make him feel like nothing, to show off how Jake’s cum fills my holes, how my pussy gets wet for a better man. I love to give that to him. Every time I humiliate him, telling him he’s nothing compared to Jake, his dick twitches, leaking cum, and oddly enough, it makes our relationship even stronger. He can’t control those shame boners—and I can’t control it that I am addicted to giving them to him. I love the way they pop up the second I start in on him. After he came on my leg, he looked at me with that goofy, post-cum stare, and I laughed, smearing his sad little load with my finger. “Clean it up,” I said, and he did, licking his own cum off my skin while I told him Jake’s getting me tonight, bare and smooth. He needed to hear that—it’s my part to play to keep him addicted to his kink. Think about it. He cums without touching himself because I tell him I love Jake. I find that massively exciting. It’s what we do, and we do it together. I asked him afterward if he wanted me to stop or even ease up. He said no—and that makes him the man of my dreams.

Rob’s a fucking asshole, but God, that dick—nine inches of t..

Rob’s a fucking asshole, but God, that dick—nine inches of thick, veiny perfection swinging between his legs like a cum cannon. He’s good-looking, built, and cocky, but the moment he opens his mouth, you want to slap him. Loud and crude, obnoxious as hell—except when he’s got me pinned down, and that fat cock is splitting me open. Then…I don’t give a shit what he says. He knows how to use it, and that’s what keeps me coming back. He’s got this swagger, this way of moving that cock inside me—slow at first, teasing, then hard and deep until I’m a moaning, dripping wreck. It’s like his dick’s got a mind of its own, overriding every annoying word that fly’s out of his mouth, and I’m hooked, married or not. My boyfriend Jake makes me want to avoid Rob, but my pussy overrides that decision every time.

Rob loves that I’m Scott’s wife—loves the thrill of disrespecting him right by using his wife as a cum sponge for his dick. “Your husband’s a loser,” he growled into my ear as he was bending me over the couch, yanking my shorts down while I was soaking wet from thinking about that massive rod. He spread my ass cheek, popped out my butt plug, and spit on my hole. He lined his dick up and slipped that fat head in my ass, and he leaned over and said in my ear, “I’m going to grease your colon, slut.” And like that was the magic phrase, it’s like my asshole just lubed itself up, and he was in—pushing past the tight ring, stretching my asshole wide, making me gasp and claw at the cushions. It felt deliciously filthy and intense, that fat cock filling me up, sliding deeper until I feel him in my gut, every inch penetrating my body. He fucks me like he owns me, grunting, slapping my ass, telling me, “Scott can’t do this—can’t make you scream like a bitch in heat.” And I do scream, my pussy dripping even as my ass takes the pounding because he’s right—Scott’s got nothing on this.

Rob cums like a fucking animal—deep, hard spurts, unloading right inside my asshole until it’s a hot, sticky mess. “There’s my grease job,” he laughs, pulling out slowly so I feel every inch drag, his cum leaking out, slicking my thighs. I let him do it—let him flood my colon—because that dick’s worth it. He’ll grab my hair after, smirking, and say, “Tell Scott how I painted your guts, huh? Tell him his wife’s a cum-dump for a real man.” It’s disrespectful as hell, and he gets off on it—on knowing he’s marking me in ways Scott can’t touch. I put up with his shit, his loudmouth attitude because when that nine-inch monster’s slipping inside me—ass or pussy, it doesn’t matter—I’m lost, panting, willing to take every obnoxious jab just to feel him stretch me again.

And then there’s the best part that lights me up inside. I love going home to Scott, my ass still pumped full of Rob’s sperm, that hot, sloppy mess sloshing in my colon with every step. I walk through the door, thighs slick, my hole throbbing and oozing, and I can feel it—another man’s thick, slimy load, fresh from his balls, sitting heavy inside me. It’s a mental high like nothing else—knowing I let Rob unload his testicles into my holes that I spread myself wide for him and took every drop while Scott sits at home wondering what I’m doing and who I’m doing it with. I’ll sit across from my husband, smirking, my ass clenching around that cum, imagining it dripping out onto the chair as I look at him. I said, “Well, I had a good night,” thinking how Rob fucked me raw, shot his seed so deep I’m still carrying it, and he will never measure up. It’s filthy, it’s wrong, and it gets me wet all over again—this power, this rush of owning Scott with every sticky trace of Rob inside me. I love him, my sweet, cuck husband, but God, I love this more—coming home wrecked, claimed, my ass a dripping trophy of another man’s balls emptied into me.

I just had to make you all watch me get myself all ready and..

I just had to make you all watch me get myself all ready and wet for Rob. I just couldn't help myself 💦😜

I bet my day is going to be better than yours 😜 I will let y..

I bet my day is going to be better than yours 😜 I will let you all know how it goes.

Tonight kicked off with Jake picking me up, and it was such ..

Tonight kicked off with Jake picking me up, and it was such a fucking rush. I ensured Scott watched as I got into my tight dress, knowing I was heading out for a hot date with another guy. When Jake rolled up, Scott was at the window, looking pathetic as I grabbed my purse and strutted out. I could feel him staring, totally humiliated, while I hopped into Jake’s car. Jake leaned over and gave me this slow, sexy kiss right in the driveway, his hand on my thigh, making sure Scott saw everything—his wife looking hot as hell, getting claimed by someone else. I smirked and waved at Scott as we drove away, leaving him stuck at home while I went off for a night of romance and fucking with a guy who was successfully making me his own.

On the way to the restaurant, Jake got me all worked up, his hand sneaking up my dress, rubbing my thigh real slow, and fuck, I was wet in seconds, my pussy throbbing for him. I reached over and started rubbing his cock through his pants, and he was already hard as hell, that boner ready to bust out. I squeezed him, feeling him twitch, and gave him a dirty look, both of us knowing his dick would be making me scream by the end of the night.

When we arrived at the restaurant, we had to wait a few minutes in the car before heading in so Jake could get his cock under control—we didn’t want to walk in with that obvious bulge. The hostess led us to our table, and we held hands the whole way, like the real couple we now are, his grip warm and possessive. I felt like I truly belonged to Jake. We sat at a little table, Jake right next to me, in this nice romantic restaurant with tablecloths, dim lighting, and soft music. We enjoyed our meal, talking and laughing the whole time, with the sexual tension growing between us. When we finished eating, Jake’s hand slid up under my skirt, rubbing my thigh, working his way up until his fingers brushed my clit. I started leaking girl juices immediately, my pussy soaking as he teased me right there at the table.

I reached over and started rubbing Jake’s cock through his pants, and again, he was instantly hard, that bulge coming right back. With the tablecloths hiding us, I got bold—unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out, and started stroking him slow and firm. His dick was hot in my hand, dripping precum, the tip was covered in precum, and I used it as lube as I worked him. He let me go for a bit, but then he pulled my hand away, probably knowing he’d lose it if I kept going. By then, my pussy was flowing juices, a total mess—I’m glad I wore a dark dress because the wet spot wasn’t too noticeable when we walked out.

We got to his car, and Jake, being the gentleman he is, opened my door and kissed me so passionately, his tongue teasing mine, making me melt and forget I even had a husband. He closed the door, walked around, and climbed in. As soon as Jake was in, I couldn’t wait—I pulled out his cock and blew him right there in the parking lot, my lips wrapped around him, sucking him deep while he groaned, his hand in my hair. His dick throbbed in my mouth, precum salty on my tongue, and I didn’t stop until he was panting, right on the edge. Then we returned to his place, knowing the night was far from over.

As soon as we walked into Jake’s place, the tension exploded—he pushed me against the door, his hands grabbing my hips as he picked me up, my legs straddling his waist while we kissed hard, tongues touching, knowing this was more than just physical. He carried me into his bedroom, still kissing me, and laid me down on the bed. I spread my legs wide, lifting my dress, my pussy already wet for him, and he dove in head first. His mouth was on me in seconds, licking and sucking my clit, lapping up all the juices dripping from my pussy lips. The second I felt his warm tongue slide inside my opening, pushing deep, I lost it—I came so hard, my whole body shaking as I drenched him with my lady jizz, soaking his face while I screamed his name, my hips bucking against him.

When I got my head back on straight, I sat up, hungry for more, and went down to his cock. I started slow, sucking and licking his balls, teasing them with my tongue, working my way up his shaft, savoring every inch until I reached the head. I could taste his sweet, salty precum, and it made me want his cock deep in my throat. I took him balls deep in my mouth, slobbering all over him, my spit dripping down as I sucked him hard, loving the way he groaned. He told me to stop, and I did, climbing on top of him instead. I rode his cock hard and fast, my pussy gripping him tight as I bounced, feeling him hit deep inside me. It didn’t take long before I felt his dick twitch, then start pumping me full of cum—hot, silky jizz shooting deep, filling me up. That feeling took me over the edge again for the second time, my pussy clenching around him as I came, screaming, my whole body trembling while his cum mixed with mine, dripping out of me.

When we both got our heads screwed back on straight, we headed out to his patio since it was a nice evening. We sat there chatting and laughing, just enjoying each other’s company. After about an hour or so, he pulled me onto his lap, and we started making out, his hands roaming my body, reigniting that fire. I lifted my dress, my pussy still soaked and dripping his sperm, and climbed onto his iron-rod-hard cock, sliding down slowly until I couldn’t go any further, his dick filling me completely. I rode him like I couldn’t get enough, my hips grinding, bouncing, chasing that high again. After a few minutes, we were both cumming together, his dick pulsing as he shot another load deep inside me, my pussy squeezing him tight as I came, the feeling so amazing I just sat there on top of him, savoring it until he went limp and his cock slipped out, his cum dripping out of me onto his lap.

I climbed off, and we chatted more, still basking in the moment. Then I told Jake I was ready for him to take me home. We got ourselves back together, and he drove me home, pulling up to my place. He kissed me passionately, his lips lingering on mine, before I got out of his car and walked to my front door. Scott was sitting there, pretending to watch TV, but I knew he wasn’t—he’d been watching Jake kiss me goodnight at the window. I could see the shame boner in his pants, that pathetic bulge giving him away, his face tight with humiliation as I walked in, still glowing from my night with Jake, his cum still leaking out of me. I gave Scott a polite hello and went to my room, and left him there, his dick hard from watching another man take what once was his.

I’ve got a date with Jake tonight, which is fantastic, but n..

I’ve got a date with Jake tonight, which is fantastic, but now I’m stuck filling the whole day without rubbing myself off. The sexual tension is killing me—Scott’s home until 1, and having my husband around while I’m daydreaming about Jake is this huge, sexual thrill. It’s not like Scott doesn’t know what’s going on. He does, but the fact that he is powerless to stop us makes it so hot. And to top it off, I’m going to make Scott shave my pussy and asshole nice and smooth for Jake. It will be like I’m making him give me to Jake. Fuck, now I’m starting to drip just thinking about that. I keep picturing our date tonight, a romantic dinner with Jake, his hand on my thigh under the table, always moving closer to my clit, the way Jake likes to kiss me soft and slow in public, not caring who sees, his arm slung around me like I’m his. I picture us heading back to his place, where he’ll fuck me senseless, his dick pounding me until my brain shuts off. I need to quit thinking about this. It’s driving me crazy waiting to be with Jake later. It gives me a little insight as to how Scott feels when I’m gone for the night with him. The waiting is intense. Still, I’m trying hard not to think about sex, but it keeps sneaking back in—like how I want Jake’s dick to pop into my mouth, all thick and hard, making me drool while I taste him. To make it even harder, I have to stop myself from rubbing Jake in Scott’s face because, if I start, I won’t be able to stop, and there’s no way I’ll keep from fingering myself silly. I can already feel my pussy begging for it. What’s making it so frustrating is that I didn’t get off yesterday—I got myself all worked up and then nothing. Now my pussy’s like a cum timebomb, ready to explode, and every thought of Jake’s cock, plus the thrill of Scott knowing I’m Jake’s now while imagining Jake’s lips on mine and his arm pulling me close in front of everyone, just makes it harder to keep my fingers away from my clit. I need to hold off. It will make the orgasm I have tonight that much better.

Enjoy these pics—I took them before things turned on me. Tod..

Enjoy these pics—I took them before things turned on me. Today I was dying to cum, as in seriously aching for it, but it just didn't happen. I was going to FaceTime fuck Jake—had it all set in my head, him showing himself on the screen, showing off that dick I'm obsessed with. Thought I'd get an easy orgasm rubbing one out. But nope, work fucked it up—he got yanked away, leaving me horny and frustrated.

So I turned to Scott, figured I'd mess with him, crank up the humiliation, then masturbate afterward. I started laying into him—how Jake's cock owns me, how I'd rather scream for him than even look at Scott. I wanted to see him squirm, that pathetic look when I tell him he's nothing to me. I was just getting going when his phone buzzed—this time, it was Scott's work, dragging him off before I could really twist the knife and get my box totally worked up. That was the final straw. Killed the mood, and all that heat just fizzled out. I'll write more tomorrow. See about making a "cumback." 👍🏻😜

No sooner do I answer why I like Jake's dick breeding me tha..

No sooner do I answer why I like Jake's dick breeding me than I get the question…" Why do you like being so mean to Scott?" Look, I get it, I am not everyone's kind of jizz bucket. Scott knew that when he married me. I admit that it's a sick, twisted high, one I can't get enough of—humiliating Scott is an obsession that burns through me. There's something so deliciously twisted and sexually charged about spreading your legs for another man, letting him plunge into you, not just letting him but wanting him to pump me full of his sperm. I can feel every pulse, every spurt, knowing it's not Scott's—like I have been conquered, and I'll carry home the proof of his conquest with his jizz dripping down my thighs. The physical act is extraordinary, feeling the stretch of my pussy as it grips that another man's cock, the wet slap his dick makes, the way my body betrays Scott every time another man makes me orgasm. The best part physically is the way my cunt clenches the cock of the stud breeding me as he unloads deep inside me. Marking what is his with his cum. I don't clean up after—I let the jizz stay wet and sticky between my thighs because I know what's coming next, and that is taking it home to Scott.

But it's more than just the fucking. It's the mental game that sets my core on fire. Walking through that door, still slick and messy from being fucked stupid by a superior man, I can picture Scott's pathetic face…knowing that what once belonged to him has now been taken away…again by another man. I love spreading my legs open for him. Let him see the cum from another man's testicles dried on my thighs and still sticky and slick in my pussy. I like to scoop that thick testicle cream from my fucked-out hole, showing Scott my fingers before I smear it across his lips, his cheeks, and his dignity. The power is incredible and addicting—knowing he's compelled to taste another man's triumph, making him understand in no uncertain terms that he's nothing compared to the studs who've claimed you. It's an obsession because it's control. Is it sadistic? Sure, but the power trip…I live for it. Every drip of cum I rub into his face removes a little more of his manhood, a reminder that I own him—not just his body, but his mind, his shame, his everything. And fuck, if that doesn't make a girl wet and ready to do it all over again…I don't know what will! Sorry about the long answer, but it is what it is.

Someone asked me the other day why I like fucking Jake so mu..

Someone asked me the other day why I like fucking Jake so much. Where do I start? It’s his cock first—it’s perfect. It’s thick, hot, and it slides into me so slow and deep it makes my pussy pour like it’s a faucet. My cunt clings to every inch, begging him to stay inside me. He moves like he knows me inside and out, thrusting with this steady rhythm that makes my clit pulse and my tits ache in the best of ways, and that only happens with Jake. It’s a funny thing, my whole body shakes when he takes me apart with his dick. But it’s more—how he looks at me, like I’m the only thing that matters. When I cum with him, it’s this wild, shattering thing—my cunt has these crazy spasming contractions locking his dick inside of me. It’s so intense I lose the ability to breathe. Then, at the peak of my orgasm, I can’t even speak, and just getting a coherent thought to form in my orgasm-induced brain-dead state is near impossible. But it’s more than that. We are well past the physical and deep into the emotional. We don’t just fuck anymore. We connect. I never intended to let emotions get involved. It was never planned. But it happened. Look, I know it’s because of his dick. I wouldn’t be in love with him if his cock weren’t so perfect. It fits me like a key in a lock. It started as lust, his looks, his body, but then his cock took over and stole the show. Somehow his cock showed me a man I can’t let go of. It sneaked him into my heart, and now I belong to Jake. Someone is going to ask, so I’ll just say it. No, doubt I would give Jake a second thought if it weren’t for his dick. That is the truth. It’s fucked up, especially for Scott, but it’s the truth. It doesn’t matter to me, though…I love the ride I’m on with Jake, both physically and emotionally. And…now you know why I like Jake balls deep in my guts. Probably more of an answer than you cared to hear, but I like to be precise.

I know I tell you about dicks that find their way in my guts..

I know I tell you about dicks that find their way in my guts more than I should, and accordingly, I have been asked why I write so much. Why? Primarily for selfish reasons. I admit that I love laying out every detail of my fuck sessions—It feels like I’m bringing you along with me to watch and be a part of it. This will sound weird to some people, but I want you to know that it feels like for me the way I wish I knew what it feels like for you. Like when a guy’s cock slides into my mouth, thick and warm, stretching my lips, tasting it, the salty sweat, and that smell, musky perfection. It’s hard, yet spongy and the weight of it sits there, pressing my tongue down. Then the sperm comes—this indescribable feeling of knowing it has come fresh from his testicles, creamy fluid that was produced in his body, warm and slick, a little bitter, a little thick, coating my throat. I doubt I'll ever get enough of it. And now, knowing you’re in on this—picturing what I’m doing, what I feel when a cock slides into my mouth or any other hole in my body—it’s like sexual heroin, this crazy addictive kink I have for sharing. I feel it deep inside of me, and the thought of you getting that, knowing how it hits me, makes me want to do it over and over again. What is my point here? I guess writing it out is like I’m dragging you into the bed with me, letting you feel that rush I get from sex, that high, right along with me. Plus, I just really like writing it out. I go back and read them so I don’t forget the best parts of my encounters. So, if you don’t like reading these things, the easy answer is simply just to look at the pics and videos and pretend you are the one pumping cock in my guts. Don’t be afraid to send me videos/pics of your dick emptying while you do so. I’m just saying.

Dick videos and pics? Yes, I’m into them. Videos hit harder,..

Dick videos and pics? Yes, I’m into them. Videos hit harder, though—especially when they end with a cum shot, that’s the real deal. Why do I like them? It’s pretty much an obvious and straightforward answer. My vagina’s wired for dicks, the same way you’re drawn to tits, ass, and pussies. I get a kick in seeing a cock up close—thick, hard, veins popping, or even a smaller one unloading a messy flood of cum. I have no idea why someone would think I wouldn’t…again, I have a pussy, and I have a sex drive. Dicks kind of call my name. Big fat giant dicks are aesthetically my preference—visually, they make my pussy wet just staring at them—but I’m not picky. A big load of cum flying out of the head of any size dick does the trick for me. Dick videos and pics don’t make me rub one out, but they do flip a switch and get me going. Sometimes I’ll ask where the guy’s from, crossing my fingers he’s close enough to fuck for real, but my luck’s trash. They’re always miles away. I don’t understand the hate for dick vids—any chick posting sexy stuff who bitches about them is fake and obviously isn’t into sex the way they try and sell it. She’s probably a dude managing the account anyway. It seems that real women who actually use their vaginas are hard to find on these types of accounts. So yes, I would love to see your dick in action, and please, don’t ask me if you can send it, just send it. I promise I’ll check it out!

I heard from Shane yesterday. He was the first one to text m..

I heard from Shane yesterday. He was the first one to text me back. It's been a few weeks since I have hung out with him, so I was ready to see him. I know it's mostly because I'm 58, he's 30, and that 28-year age gap makes my pussy throb like crazy. I get off knowing I was getting my holes stuffed with cum in my twenties while Shane hadn't even left his father's testicles yet. Is that creepy? Sure, but it makes my pussy twinge thinking about it. We look so good together—me, this older woman with a body that still turns heads, and him, this hot younger guy. People stare and know I'm with him for one thing, and that's his thick cock stretching my holes. I love being with Shane and his friends, who all know my husband, and he knows them. It's not just the rush of making Scott look like a pathetic cuck—it gets me dripping wet knowing the whole group is in on it, that knowing smile they give me because they know Shane's going to pump his sperm into my married body, whether it's my pussy, ass, or mouth.

Did I empty Shane's testicles? Yes, twice last night and once this morning. The sex was so good, and Shane made me cum three times, each one leaving me satisfied. First, he took me on his couch, missionary, my legs thrown over his shoulders while he stood, his hard cock slamming into my soaked pussy. I could feel every inch of him stretching my cunt. I liked feeling my juices dripping down my ass as he pounded me. He lasted about five minutes before he groaned and shot his load, his hot cum flooding my pussy, coating my walls with thick, sticky jizz. Feeling his sperm deep inside me made my clit harden and pulse, and I kept grinding on his dick, making his cum into a frothy white mess until I came so hard I saw stars. His cock was barely hard enough to stay in me as my pussy tried to eat his dick, my whole body trembling, cum and juices leaking out, leaving me dazed and loving every second of it.

We went out to eat after, and he was talking about his work like a typical 30-year-old while I sat there, a 58-year-old woman old enough to be his mom, just nodding. I pretended to be interested, but all I could think about was how hot it was that I could still make a guy his age want to empty his balls in me. Scott texted me while we were out, and that made my pussy fire up again, thinking about how Shane makes me feel like Scott doesn't even exist. I ignored Scott, and we went back to Shane's apartment. We relaxed at his place until he started his little game that let me know he wanted to pump my holes. He began rubbing my thigh, giving me that look—and I was so ready to get taken again. I told him to eat me out first, and he went for it, his tongue licking my asshole, swirling around the rim, then diving into my pussy, sucking my clit until I was moaning like a slut. I was so wet his chin was shiny from my pussy juice, but I wanted more. I told him to take my ass, and when he slid his cock into my tight hole, I felt that deep, burning stretch—so different from my pussy, so intense. I love the way my ass grips his cock like a vice. That rough slide a dick in my asshole creates never fails to make my body shake. It's an odd sensation. It feels like my clit is being rubbed even though he wasn't touching it. Mentally, it's such a rush—I love knowing I can make a man half my age lose his mind by letting him breed my asshole, his cock claiming me in a way Scott never could. Even if he could, I wouldn't allow it. Thinking about that, I came in minutes, my ass clenching around him. My orgasm ran through me so hard I started yelling and loud at that. He kept pumping me balls deep and then groaned and shot his second load deep in my colon, his hot cum painting my insides. I almost came again just from the thought of this 30-year-old stud unloading his sperm in my ass, that dirty, unique feeling of his jizz coating my walls, marking me as his.

I stayed the night, and I was still hungry for him this morning. I asked if I could suck his cock before I left because I love making Shane happy. Getting on my knees for him, his hard dick in my mouth, makes me feel needed in a very special way, like I'm his dirty little MILF property. I sucked him deep, using my mouth like a pussy, my tongue swirling around the head, tasting his precum. When he came, he fed me his thick, salty sperm. I kept my mouth on him, sucking until his dick stopped spasming and the last stringy thread of jizz was sucked from the head of his dick. I didn't show him his cum—people always ask if I do that, but that's not my style. Shane knew I swallowed it all, my belly full of his load, and I proved it when I kissed him after I finished drinking him. He would have been in for a surprise if I hadn't eaten it.

Now I'm home, and Scott's in a mood, saying I need to spend more time with him and be a "normal" wife. I don't have time for his nonsense. My pussy certainly has no interest in hearing that nonsense whatsoever. Especially since I'm still buzzing from Shane, my ass and pussy still enjoying the coating from his cum. It makes me want more. And there will be more because I've got to get ready for Jake tonight. Shane might make me forget Scott even exists, but Jake will take me to another level.

Public service announcement. Just send your videos of your d..

Public service announcement. Just send your videos of your dick, no need to ask. Preferably blowing your load. I said videos because I prefer videos over pics, but I'll take what I can get. I am not offended by the sight of your dick...I like seeing them. What chick wouldn't? If you can suck your own dick...I might marry you.

It's been hours. My box is starting to get out of control. I..

It's been hours. My box is starting to get out of control. I need to feed it. I got myself all worked up this morning over something as silly as seeing a hot guy in a car, and it left me kind of sexually frustrated. So what do I do? I flip a 180 on my husband. I was all nice and lovey this morning when I had him film my sopping wet pussy this morning. But, when Scott walks in the door a few hours later, I unload my frustrations, all of it, on him before he can close it. What can I say…I needed to cum. I tell him how I saw a man that stirred something inside me—how hot this guy was, how I'm always thinking about hunting down men like that. I got a special jolt of excitement when I said, "It's like I'm out there looking for someone who'd erase you without a second thought—a man who'd make you nothing." The look on Scott's face confirms that he knows it's not just talk. He knows all too well that I'd suck another man's cock, and swallow every drop, just to feed on his sperm because, for me, it's like drinking his power. Taking it from him and making it a part of me. It feels like every time I swallow another man's load, it makes Scott just a little smaller. I do love sucking a man's cock, but It's not even about the act itself. It's how it guts Scott, how he knows I will do it, and that I will love every second of watching him shrink. That's what makes me wet—his helpless little nod, like he's already accepted it. I'm buzzing just thinking about the next guy I'll spot, the next chance to make Scott feel it all over again. And then I see his erection. And it bugs me. I want him to feel how small he is, not get off on it. But at the same time, I love it—his dick betraying him, stiffening at the thought of some guy taking me away. It's like even his body knows he's losing, and that twisted little thrill, that mix of cruelty and power, just frustrates me sexually even more. So, I went in the bedroom, grabbed my vibrator, walked past Scott, out the door, and stroked my clit off in my Jeep thinking how good that guy's dick in the Telsa stretching my insides out would feel. Took about a minute. I feel better, but I need a dick. I will find one tonight, one way or another.

Here's a little video for you as I'm waiting and hoping to h..

Here's a little video for you as I'm waiting and hoping to hear back from one of my boy toys soon. I have to occupy my mind and my soaking wet pussy before I go out of my mind 😜 I will keep you posted as to gets back to me first, hope it's not too much longer...damn I need dick like NOW! 💦

Why is my pussy so wet and my clit so big? So, I'm out drivi..

Why is my pussy so wet and my clit so big? So, I'm out driving this morning, and I spot this guy in a Tesla—30-40, stupid hot, the kind of man who looks like he could snap his fingers and my legs would spring open, making my pussy available for breeding. I'm all in with this guy just like that, so I try to catch up to him. I wanted to pull alongside, ask about the car, and maybe drop hints that I'm shopping for more than a Tesla. Traffic screwed me over, though—he slipped away before I could make my move. Still, it set me off. More accurately, it set my pussy off. So here I sit…kind of in a bad mood. I don't know about you, but when I get fired up, turned on, whatever you want to call it, and I don't get a dick in one hole or another, it puts me in a bad/frustrated mood. Sometimes fingers and vibrators won't do, and dildo's never work. So, I have texted Jake, Shane, Brandon, and Rob, and I heard from Tony last night and added him to the list. I haven't heard back from anyone, but whoever offers me a cock first will be the one to get his testicles emptied inside of me. Hope it’s quick because I need to be topped off and soon.

Last night was something else, and it’s been looping in my h..

Last night was something else, and it’s been looping in my head all day. I called Scott “little man” right to his face and loved every second of it. I had Jake’s sperm inside me when I said it, still dripping out of me while I stood there staring at my husband. It’s this odd, wild feeling—telling him something so brutal, so humiliating, with another man’s seed running down my legs. Is it hard to say that to your husband? Yes, it is. It put a knot in my stomach to work myself up to get it out, this weird mix of nerves and second-guessing. But I can’t help it—it’s this fucked-up but amazingly perfect sexual thrill that takes over, and once I start, it’s so exciting I can’t control myself.

I’d been thinking about it the whole ride home from Jake’s. I love how we look together—Jake’s so good-looking. His body’s unreal, all hard lines and muscle. He’s 18 years younger, and Scott just can’t compete. And it sure doesn’t hurt that he’s got this long, fat dick that has me begging him to shove it in me every time I see him. I wanted to tell Scott things. Things that would let me watch him shrink before my eyes. But it’s not easy to do. But realizing I was still sitting in a puddle of Jakes sperm, leaking out of me, soaking my thighs as I pulled up to the house…that’s what pushed me over the edge. Still feeling his cum drooling down my legs as I walked in the door, I just looked at Scott and said, “Sit down, little man.” And he did, like a good boy. I didn’t pause—I went right for it: “I’m in love with Jake. You already know that, though. He’s been cumming in me for months now. He’s cum inside more in a month than you have in our entire marriage. He has taken me, claimed me, and he’s what I need.” My whole body lit up the second I saw that look on Scott’s face—half shock, half defeat. My pussy was drooling so hard it was flushing Jake’s cum right out of me. The thought of having another man’s jizz in my guts while I told my husband I’d found someone better—it’s so explosively sexual I almost wanted to fuck Scott right there, just to twist the knife and get myself off doing it. But that would have been cheating on Jake, and I’m not about to do that to him. Yes, I know it’s fucked up, especially for my husband, but that thrill? It’s sexual heroin, and it’s got me hooked.

So, I rubbed one out. I told Scott to leave the room and got busy with myself. All it took was thinking about what I’d just said to him, replaying it in my head, and realizing it was all true. Is it only accurate because I want it to be true…sure, but as far as my pussy is concerned…it’s a fact. I always knew there was this risk that I might catch feelings, and I did. It doesn’t help that Jake gets me—we click like puzzle pieces snapping together. And it doesn’t help that Jake turns my pussy into a cum factory every damn time he’s inside me, leaving me soaked and a blabbering cum-tard. I just laid there, fingers working, thinking about how I left Scott after I pushed out of my room,  and I came so hard it was like my whole body was short-circuited. That’s the kind of power this life I have chosen has over me—it’s real, it’s messy, and I can’t get enough.

So, Jake called me this morning and told me to meet him for ..

So, Jake called me this morning and told me to meet him for lunch. He was all about me wearing that yellow Milfy dress he got me last year—he’s obsessed with showing me off in it. Gets him rock hard every time, knowing I don’t bother with a bra or panties. And honestly, I love how easy it makes things. I pulled into the restaurant parking lot, and there he was, waiting by his car. He came over, opened my door, and helped me out—then laid a kiss on me that was way more than just a peck. I’m not kidding. My pussy was dripping down my thigh just from that makeout session. He’s got me that wound up.

We went inside and got a table on the patio. As we’re walking, Jake is holding my hand like we’re some lovey-dovey couple, which I admit, we are. I also realize it makes me wet just saying that. We sat down, him right next to me, and he didn’t waste a second—his hand was on my leg, rubbing away while the waitress took our order. Once she was gone, I slid my hand over to his pants and started rubbing his cock. Yep, hard as hell, just like always. He upped the game, slipping his hand up my dress and working my clit. By the time lunch was done, I was so fucking wet that I’m pretty sure I left a spot on the chair. Oh well, shit happens.

After we hopped in his car, drove a little way down the street, and he pulled into some random parking lot way in the back. I yanked his cock out, and it was already throbbing, thick and hot in my hand—veiny, with that perfect curve he’s got going. I didn’t hesitate, just lined it up and sank down on it, feeling every inch stretch me open. It’s this insane mix of pressure and heat like he’s splitting me apart in the best way possible. The head of his cock pushes in first, all blunt and demanding, and then the rest of him slides in, filling me up so deep it’s like he’s rearranging my guts.

When I started riding him, it was intense—his cock hitting spots inside me that made my whole body shake. Every thrust up into me felt like an intense punch, the head of his dick bottoming out in my guts. I love the way I can feel the rim of his cock head dragging along my insides. It feels so slick and fat and opens me up just right. Then there is this way he twitched when I squeezed around him that makes me want him up inside me forever! It was like his dick was making itself at home inside of me, stirring me up. My pussy was so wet it was almost sloppy, but that just made it better. It made his dick a mess, but it kept him grinding right where I needed it. I think Jake was as horny as I was, so it didn’t take long—maybe five minutes tops. I felt his cock swell up even more like it was about to burst, and then this hot rush flooded me. I love that feeling when his cum empties into my guts. In my mind, he’s claiming every inch of me. Each pump hit deep, coating my insides and turning my brain off because it set off my orgasm. It’s this wild, raw feeling, having him so far up in me like he’s carved out a space that’s just his. Five minutes of that, and I was wrecked—head spinning, body buzzing, totally fucked out.

I wanted to go back to his place afterward because he fucked me so good it feels like he owns me now…and he does. But he had to get back to work so that killed that. So he drove me back to my Jeep, kissed me goodbye, and said he’d call later for me to come over tonight for round two. Fucks like that with Jake hit differently. I can’t explain it. I don’t think I can live without them either! Can’t wait to see what he’s got in store later, especially after feeling his cock dominate my insides like that.

I have a lunch date with Jake today and he requested this dr..

I have a lunch date with Jake today and he requested this dress. He loves to show my MILF body off in these milfy dresses, knowing that I have nothing on underneath. It's such a dick hardner for him and a pussy wetter for me 😜 Anyway I will post all about it later today 😉 Enjoy your day 💋

Jake does a nice job of pumping cum in my guts, don't you th..

Jake does a nice job of pumping cum in my guts, don't you think?

How the cum dump happened. I pulled up to Jake's, and he was on the porch, looking like he thought I'd be mad about Friday. I assured him I wasn't angry. My pussy was a bit upset, but I was good. He eased up, but I felt a quick flash of guilt—Rob's huge cock was dumping sperm in my cunt the other night, and now I'm here with Jake, hoping he will do the same. My pussy has no shame, though—it was already wet, itching for him, even if Rob might've left it loose. His fat cock will do that.

Being near Jake gets me all warm and fuzzy…and wet. And I'm so into him that it messes with my head, and I feel awkward admitting it. We started kissing, his tongue touched mine, and my pussy melted, soaking my thighs with girl juice. He's fit as hell—tight muscles, hard everywhere—and I had to see him naked. We didn't make it past the living room—I pulled his pants down, sucked his thick cock deep, spit dripping off me. Then I climbed on, fed my pussy his dick, and rode him hard, my cunt gripping him tight. His dick slid in—hot, stiff, perfect—better than Rob's ever will. I am not blind as to why. I just hate the way it sounds.

I don't even wanna say "love"—it feels off—tacky even, but when he groaned and shot his load, pumping jizz into my cunt, I lost it. My pussy clenched, shaking through the wildest orgasm ever, and I yelled, "I love you!" That makes me cringe now because it just blurted out. I guess I have to realize that I didn't mean to fall this hard for Jake, but it's done. The sex is cum drenching insane and but now that is not all that I'm here for. But there is one stronger appeal to all of this. Humiliating Scott. That gets my pussy slicker than any man's sperm ever could.

After Jake's jizz flooded my cunt, we flopped down, sweaty, talking like a couple—future stuff, his cum still leaking from my pussy. I'm so wrapped up in him now that I forget Scott's home, agonizing over where I am and what I'm doing. Unfortunately for Scott, Jake and I weren't done. We ate dinner, watched TV all cozy as if Jake and I were the married ones, and then Jake took me to the bedroom. He slipped his perfect cock into my cum-soaked pussy, kissing me deep while we moved together. We didn't just fuck—we made love, slow and intimate like the perfect couple we are. I love saying we're a couple—it makes my pussy tingle just thinking about it now. Funny how that turns me on so much. Tomorrow, I'm laying it out for Scott—how I feel about Jake. My pussy is pulsing thinking about it—the look on his face when I tell him Jake has made me his. What else will I tell Scott? You get to be in Scott's shoes for a while. I'll let you know when I'm done. It was a fantastic evening telling Jake how I felt about him. And I do love Jake—and yes, I love my husband, too—in a different way. The good news for Scott is the sex and screwing with my husband's head… that's what keeps me going.

My phone dinged. It was Jake. “Off at 7. Come over? Feel bad..

My phone dinged. It was Jake. “Off at 7. Come over? Feel bad about Friday. Wanna make it up to you.”

That made me smile and gave me this warm, fuzzy feeling hitting me hard just thinking about seeing him tonight. His texts give me that feeling deep in my gut, and I like that. He makes me think about things I shouldn’t, like when he touches me….it’s like fire—every time his hands brush my skin. He turns me into a sloppy mess when he does. I’m so into him it’s stupid, and I know he’s just as hooked on me. Friday sucked when he bailed, but I get it—shit happens. He wouldn’t leave me hanging unless it was real. So, no, I’m not mad.

His place sounds perfect. Just the two of us. I’m dying to get him naked. I want to feel his cock so badly—it feels so damn good sliding into me, thick and hard, stretching me just right. That slow push-in, the way it fills me up, then him sliding out and thrusting back in—touching things deep inside me that make me quiver. I texted back, “I’m there. Can’t wait.” Now I’m just counting down the minutes, already half out of my mind thinking about him inside me. And the best part? Scott thinks I’m having dinner with him tonight, but he’s in for a surprise. I will be having dinner with Jake…, and Jake’s dick will be my appetizer. I’m not going to tell my husband where I am. I want him to sit at home, stressed to the max, wondering who I’m with. He should know by now that Jake owns me now. But still, that sneaky, sexy thrill just makes it all hotter.

Just got a fresh pedi and getting ready to see Jake. I'm so ..

Just got a fresh pedi and getting ready to see Jake. I'm so looking forward to it 😜 Hope you are having a great day 💋

So Rob’s back from Orlando, and last night, I had to get ove..

So Rob’s back from Orlando, and last night, I had to get over to his place pronto. He’s been away too long, and I was there the second I knew he was around. Rob knows I’m married to Scott, but he also knows I’d rather get it on with him—and he’s all about it. It fires him up that I’m this married woman who’s way more into him than my husband. He loves tearing Scott down in front of me—calling him a complete nobody while I crack up and agree. That humiliation stuff? I’m all over it.

Rob’s got this enormous cock, and he knows I’m wild about it. It’s so much bigger and better than Scott’s—thick, long, veiny like it’s designed to blow my mind. It hits spots in my pussy Scott couldn’t even imagine. Every time Rob goes at me, I’m squirting like mad—it’s automatic with that dick. My feelings for Rob are pure lust, just this raw, dirty need to have him inside me. Scott, though? He doesn’t even register—zero desire, zero anything. He’s just there.

The minute he opened the door last night, it was game on. We were all over each other, lips smashing, tongues everywhere. His fingers were up my skirt in seconds, plunging into my soaked pussy while I grabbed his cock through his pants, stroking that beast till it was rock hard. I couldn’t wait—I dropped to my knees right there, yanked his jeans down, and wrapped my lips around that massive dick. I sucked him sloppy, drooling all over it, gagging as I tried to take it all, savoring how it stretched my mouth.

He dragged me to the sofa, threw me back, and spread my legs wide like he owned me. Then he dove in, face-first, munching on my wet, sloppy pussy like it was his last meal. His tongue was everywhere—flicking my clit, lapping up my juices—and I went off like a damn rocket, screaming his name. Before I could even catch my breath, he flipped me over, bent me across the armrest, and slid that gigantic cock into my guts. Fuck, it felt so good—thick and heavy, stretching me open, hitting so deep I saw stars. I almost came right then, but I held off, letting him pound me harder, his hips slamming into my ass.

I could feel his dick twitching, getting ready to blow, and when he finally unloaded—spraying my insides with that huge, hot load—I lost it. I came so hard my whole body shook, pussy clenching around him, squirting all over his sofa. It was like an out-of-body experience—it took me a solid few minutes to come down and remember where I was. We just sat there, panting, grinning, knowing he’s back in my life and gonna be fucking me silly on the regular now.

But then there’s Jake. After I came down from my cum high, I felt a twinge of guilt, like I was betraying him too, not just Scott. I don’t care about Scott—he’s nothing to me, which is precisely how I like it. With Rob, it’s just sex, no strings. I get a wild sexual rush by letting Jake have my heart as well as my body, and I hate that I might be messing with that. Still, my pussy’s got no regrets—she’s calling the shots, and she’s hooked on Rob’s dick. I’ll figure out the Jake thing later—right now, Rob’s keeping her happy, and that’s winning.

Alright, so Jake bailed on me last night—it was an actual em..

Alright, so Jake bailed on me last night—it was an actual emergency, so I won’t shit on him for it—but fuck, it left me so desperate for dick that my clit is practically vibrating. Just look at how big it is! I need a thick, pulsing cock inside me so bad, and that means I’m now obsessed with how it’s going to feel. Toys? Not now, they would be pure garbage—they don’t even compare. My husband? Please, I don’t let his dick anywhere near me. I only fuck other guys, and I love making him eat the humiliation while I get what I want.

I’m soaked just imagining it—that first hot, heavy slide of a man’s dick pushing into me, stretching my pussy wide open. I want it big, so big it almost hurts, that delicious ache as it forces its way in, filling every inch of me till I can feel it throbbing against my walls. My cunt’s clenching already, dying for that slow, deep grind, the kind where I can feel every ridge, every vein dragging inside me, lighting me up like a damn firework. I need that slick, wet friction, that sloppy rhythm as he starts pounding, his cock slamming so deep it’s like he’s hitting my soul.

I’m picturing how it’ll swell even more when he’s close, stretching me tighter, pulsing hard as he rams it in, my pussy gripping it like a vice. I want that raw, primal feeling—like he’s splitting me open, owning me, every thrust making me drip and quake till I’m a moaning mess. My husband can sit at home, useless, while I get fucked properly, then, when I get home, I’ll shove it in his face how another man's dick felt a million times better than he could ever dream of.

Getting that dick in my guts is the hard part. Where do you find these guys? I wish there were a quick and easy place to find a stud who can give me what I crave. A dick-on-display app is what the world needs. I’d use it right now because I need that cock sliding in, hot and hard, wrecking me till I can’t think straight. Till they make that app…I am going to have to figure out where I can hunt it down—my pussy’s aching for that feeling, and it’s not going to stop until it gets what it wants!

So, tonight’s the night—I’m going out with Jake. I’ve missed..

So, tonight’s the night—I’m going out with Jake. I’ve missed him so much. Being married to Scott is fine, whatever, but Jake and I? We’re the real deal, the couple that should be turning heads. I can’t wait to parade him around where people we know might spot us, to twist the knife in Scott a little bit. I love the thought of him squirming, knowing I’m out there with my real man, humiliating him in the best way possible.

Before I even leave, I’m going to make Scott pick out my outfit—something tight, slutty, and screaming, “Jake’s going to fuck me senseless.” I’ll stand there, laughing to myself, while he fumbles through my closet, making him dress me up for the guy who owns me. “Make sure it’s hot, Scott—Jake’s my number one, and I want to look perfect for him.” His face will go red, and I’ll just soak myself knowing how much it kills him.

Once I’m with Jake, it’s on. I’m dying to get my lips around his cock while he’s driving us around—those thick, heavy balls of his just begging me to suck the sperm right out of them. I want to slobber all over him, deep-throating till I can’t breathe, tasting that salty precum dripping down my throat. I’ll be moaning like a bitch in heat, begging him to finger me at the same time. His fingers sliding into my pussy, pumping me till I’m so wet it’s leaking down my thighs, soaking the seat—fuck, I can already feel how sloppy and desperate I’ll be.

If we can swing it, I want him to pull over somewhere—anywhere—and shove that huge, perfect dick of his inside me. I need him to slip it deep into my guts, that hot, thick stretch his dick gives me, making me gasp as the head of his perfect cock hits deep. I want him staring into my eyes while he does it, his gaze all intense, then crashing his lips into mine, tongue-fucking my mouth while he fucks me stupid. I want to be a drooling, whimpering mess, his cock pounding me so hard I can’t think, just feel him owning every inch of me.

Then, and here is the best part of any evening, I want him to pump his sperm right into my guts—hot, thick spurts flooding me while he groans, “I love you,” in that sexy voice of his. Hearing that from Jake, my sidepiece, while I’m still Scott’s wife? That’s the ultimate high—better than anything Scott could ever have given me. I’ll come home reeking of Jake, dripping with him, and smirk at Scott, knowing he’s stuck with the leftovers of the man who matters. Tonight’s going to be fucking glorious.

Alright, I had this massage gift card burning a hole in my w..

Alright, I had this massage gift card burning a hole in my wallet forever, and I finally decided to cash it in. I’m a chick, but I’ve always been lowkey obsessed with the idea of a “happy ending” massage—you know, that thing dudes always brag about? I figured it’s probably not a thing for women, but a girl can dream, right?

So I show up, and the guy they pair me with is decent-looking. His face is, eh, whatever, but his body? It’s like he’s been sculpted out of pure gym-bro energy. I strip down buck naked because, happily, that’s the deal—and he tosses a towel over me. I’m lying there on the table, feeling all exposed and tingly, and I let the blanket slip down to my waist, hoping he’d get the hint. But nope, this dude yanks it right back up over my back like he’s my freaking mom tucking me in. Lame.

My tits, as you know, are pretty big, so I’m squirming around, trying to get comfy, and finally, I just blurt out, “Hey, can I get a pillow for these puppies?” His face goes tomato-red, and he stammers some apology while grabbing one. That awkward slight blush of his? Yeah, it made my pussy perk up like it just heard the ice cream truck. I’m soaked already, and he hasn’t even gotten to the good parts.

Then he starts rubbing my glutes—ass cheeks, for anyone who didn’t take Anatomy 101—and I swear to God, I can hear my cunt down there making these wet, slurpy noises. It’s like she’s trying to start a conversation with him. I’m dying of embarrassment but also turned on. I decided to test the waters and “accidentally” brushed my hand against his dick while he was leaning over me. Score! I totally touch it, and I feel it twitch a little, but he jerks back like I pinched him. I sneak a peek at his crotch and another score. He’s rocking a semi. My brain’s like, “Oh, maybe he’ll let me suck it or something,” but no, he’s too busy turning into a human stop sign.

He finishes up the massage, all stiff and professional, and I’m lying there frustrated as hell, my lady boner raging. He’s only 23—I found that out from some small talk earlier—and I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re 23, live a little!” In the end, he bolts out of there so fast you’d think I farted or something. But before he vanishes, he mumbles, “Hope you come back,” and slips me his schedule. Like, what? Is that code for “Next time I’ll let you blow me,” or just him being polite?

Now I’m stuck wondering if I want to shell out more cash for another rubdown. I mean, he’s hot enough, and that semi was promising, but if I’m not getting a happy ending, what’s the damn point? I’m not here to pay for blue balls—or blue clit, I guess. Maybe I’ll go back and just straight-up ask him to finger me. The worst he can say is no, right?

Care to rub one out with me? I hope you use this appropriate..

Care to rub one out with me? I hope you use this appropriately 😜 I just had to rub one out before I head out to an appointment. Hope you enjoy 💋

Welcome to Wide Open Wednesday 😜 A quick little post before ..

Welcome to Wide Open Wednesday 😜 A quick little post before I head out to get a massage, hopefully it will be with a happy ending 😜 I will keep you posted. Have a great Hump Day and catch you later 💋