Okay, it was Ryan yesterday, and today it is Rob. I’m glad I fucked Ryan yesterday because Ryan doesn’t resize me. His dick is average-sized in length and width. It is a good-looking penis, though. I have to admit that. I like to admire it. That weirds him out. I hold it and talk to it. I told his dick I loved it yesterday, and I think I actually do. He thought I was talking about him. I had to tell him I was talking to his cock, not him. He said that was completely weird. I don’t care. His dick responded well and fucked me to 2 fantastic orgasms. So, my guess is his cock must know I have special feelings for it. Anyway, as special as it is, it isn’t a Rob cock. Rob’s cock is just heavy. When I hold it, it’s like a couple of pounds. It is so heavy it won’t stand up vertically as Ryan’s cock will. It just weighs itself down. It gets level at best. It’s over 9 inches, close to 10, and it’s thicker than my wrist. What I’m saying is that for several days after that monster has turned my insides into soup, my pussy, and my ass are resized. Visibly, and I can feel it internally. It’s a wonderful feeling. I would like to fuck Rob every day for 2 weeks straight and see if it permanently resizes my holes. It would be a bummer for everyone else, but I like the feeling of a smaller cock just plundering around in my giant holes courtesy of Rob's dick. Gives me a feeling of sexual power. Like, I’m way too much woman for their smaller dicks. That feeling of power makes me cum every time. I rub myself off thinking about that quite a bit. In fact, that has been my go-to mental picture when I do rub one out. But today, Rob is going to get to re-size my holes to his heart’s content, and I have no fuck sessions set up tomorrow, or the rest of the week for that matter. I’ll have to figure something out. Tony has been texting; maybe I’ll get some 20-something dick this week as well. Even if I won’t feel it.
Ryan tried to pump a baby inside of me via my asshole. It won’t work, but I’ll give him an A+ for effort. He fucked my pussy till I had a mouth-drooling, mind-blowing orgasm and then slipped his dick in my butt. It’s his dick’s favorite place to be. I don’t blame it. If I had a dick, I’d want to fuck a lot of assholes till they were sloppy with cum. Sometimes I see a chick’s asshole, and all I can think about is licking it. I can’t help it…I just want to stick my tongue in it. I can’t imagine what I would do if I had an actual functional cock. Anyway, it was a win-win. He fucked my asshole, stretched it out, got me off again, and then sprayed my colon down with ball snot. Oddly enough, his jizz ran out of my asshole pretty much right after I left him. My butt likes to keep jizz. It can sit on it all day, all night, and then when nature calls…out, it goes. I prefer it would just run out. I like the way it feels. It’s greasy. I feel like I can walk smoother. Who am I kidding? I like the mental visual of it leaking out. I like knowing I let a man in his 30s bend me over, slip his dick in my asshole, ream out my colon with it, make me cum, and then empty his testicles in the backdoor. It feels sexy as fuck. Makes me horny all over again. So, props to him…he fucked both my holes and made me cum hard when he was in each one.
Ryan wanted to fuck my ass again, but I was stretched and didn’t want to have to much of a good thing. I offered my pussy, but he wasn’t having it. He asked if I would blow him on my knees with my hands behind my back the entire time. Absolutely. And I did just that. He took a quick shower, and I got on my knees, hands behind my back, and he fed me his dick. I don’t know what turned him on about that, but it turned me on doing it. I sucked his dick, and his balls licked the head, and when I started tonguing his cum hole…he started jerking around and making noises announcing I hit the sweet spot and sperm would soon be arriving. I sucked the head of his dick in my mouth and drank it all down. I like that because I took his sperm out of his testicles and made it part of me. I have a piece of him inside of me forever, and he can never have it back. It's another weird thing that turns me on, but cut me some slack. I like what I like. So…I ended up driving home with a load in my butthole and another in my belly. Well-fed, one might say. So, all in all, a pretty good way to kick the New Year off, even if it was a week late!
Heading out the door to see Ryan, so just a few pics to get you started. Yes...I'm wearing this dress to go see him. It should set the mood for his cock and let it know I plan on doing terribly wonderful things to it...so good his balls will get motion sick and spit up sperm...hopefully inside of me.
My clit is just fucking huge. I pumped it this morning, you saw that, and then I rubbed it, and I got off. Not the big one, but I got off. Now, I’m so horny I’m basically a tard. I am pretty much a walking cock hole bumping off the walls and saying, “Please pump me.” If I have to fuck another plastic dildo, I’m going to scream. They get the job done, but that’s about it. They are cold, don’t feel right, and they never push sperm in my guts. If you have never felt a hot load of cum flooding your insides, then you just won’t know the joy I get from being bred to completion. Anyway, moving on.
I have a date with Ryan tomorrow. He’s going to want to try and pump a baby into my asshole, but I’m going to want it rerouted and pumped into my cunt. It’s just been a few weeks too long since I have been flooded with jizz. I have him all afternoon, so there will be plenty of time for seconds and thirds. He can breed my colon all he wants after he fucks me properly. I have missed Ryan. It’s been too long.
Connor will be back on the 20th of this month. He texted me. He has a fiancé now. Twenty-two going on 23 and he’s going to get hitched. I asked him flat out if he was going to fuck me when he came home, and he said we would have to talk about that. I don’t want to talk. I don’t want him to change his mind about getting married…though 23 is somewhat early, in my opinion. I just want him to stick his dick in me, make me cum, fill me up with one of his impossibly massive loads of sperm, and leave me leaking his jizz on the bed for the next 3 hours. That’s it. Then go home to your fiancé/wife/whatever and watch TV, play video games, whatever it is 23 yr. olds do together. He can justify it to himself that he is simply taking care of the elderly in his own special way. Someone has to do it…why not him? I bet he sticks his dick in my guts in the first 15 minutes we see each other. I was his one and only for years when he was 18 through 20. I taught him things. Things his fiancé should be thanking me for every time she cums.
Here’s some seriously pumped-up clit material perfect for rubbing one out too. I’ll probably watch it later and do the same. Let me know what you think!
I’m back, finally. Holidays, guests, dog emergencies, and general life crap have all been getting in the way. Like a perfect storm, they all happened at once. All is damn good, though. Everything is working out. Just took a little finesse to get it all on the right track. I know I haven’t answered messages. I haven’t had a minute, and when I did get a little time, I was just too tired to do anything. But finally, I got everything back in order, and I can get back to doing some things just for me. Like being on here!
Have I been getting some top-notch sex lately? Yes. Sadly, from my husband, though. The dude can fuck. The only problem is he’s my cuck, and I hate letting him feel me from the inside. My insides are the property of other men. But circumstances and my inability to give in to my sexual urges have made that hard to do. I get horny. Sometimes, to the point it almost hurts. It’s like I’m starving. Why that is I don’t know. I wouldn’t have it any other way, either. Am I a bit of a cock addict? Sure, I would say that I am but if one had to have an addiction…I would say sex is probably your best bet. So why am I not fucking other men lately? Because of the damn holidays, all the guests, not to mention the men with the cocks I want to put inside me, have had the same problems getting free. Then, add to it, when I am supposed to get re-sized by Rob, my dog Rudy blows his knee and has surgery, which means I have to be home with him as much as possible. I’d bring the dicks to my house, but it gets the dogs riled up, and that’s no good for Rudy. So, another week or so and I can put Scott’s dick back in his pants for good. But, until then, his dick is getting put through the paces. He wants to go back to being pussy free anyway. I can tell. He is all about living his sex life through me. Which makes him the perfect cuck. So, hopefully, all will work out, and I’ll be spending the night with other men shortly while he waits at home and wonders where I’m at and whom I’m with!
Oh man, am I ready to fuck. I need to feel myself stretched from the inside out. I really do. I have had guests nonstop for the last 3 weeks, and it really has cut into my alone time with dick. Even the dick I was getting was kind of rushed because I had to get back to the holiday things that needed to be done. But as of Thursday, the house is all mine again. Minus Scott. But he doesn’t really count now, does he? He’s asked me to tone it down on OFs. The writing, that is. He thinks I should just post pics and videos and leave it at that. That isn’t going to happen. I write this stuff for myself. It makes me happy to share this crap. He will have to deal with it or not…either way…I’ll keep on writing. It's taken me a while to answer everyone here, message-wise, that is. I have to find the time to get on here without being too obvious about it. Just finding time to rub one out is getting hard to do. I have specific times and places I prefer to finger myself at. I seem to cum the hardest around 8 PM for whatever reason. Sitting on the can seems to cause unbelievably intense orgasms. A MILF who was big in the mid-2000s clued me in on that, and she was so right. No clue why, nor do I care. All I know is I take my tablet, prop it up and start working the clit, and boom…I cum so hard there have been times I have drooled. I have had to use my bed and at odd hours to get myself off. The cums have been lacking, to say the least. But that will all change on Thursday. I have two dates. A lunch date with Rob and a dinner date with Tony. Tony will likely be a quick fuck in the parking lot, but I’m good with that. Rob is going to fuck me into the ground, and I can hardly wait to feel his dick splitting me open. Tony will just be a touch-up fuck. It’s a new year. 2024. What is my New Year’s Resolution? I don’t know. To find that guy that will replace Rob and basically all the rest. One dude that will fuck me so good I’ll beg to lick his ass while I jerk him off. That one guy that could tell me to walk into my neighborhood Publix with his sperm covering my face and order him a sub, and I would do it just so I could get more of his dick inside of me. He’s going to have to be a special fuck…but that’s my resolution…to find him. I really do want to be such a cock starved whore for some guy's dick that I’ll lick his asshole just for the privilege of jerking him off at the same time. Let’s make this resolution work, guys. So, if you are that man…please apply immediately!
I made Scott jerk off for me. I was watching some cum shots on Twitter, and I just wanted to see his dick cum up close and personal. He wanted to fuck, have me suck his dick, give him a hand job, all that happy stuff. I declined and said I just wanted to watch him masturbate. He gave in, and he started going to the bedroom. I told him no, I wanted him to do it in the bathroom, on the crapper, like I do. He thought it was odd, but in the bathroom we went. I sat on the tub and told him to proceed. He did, but he couldn’t get hard. He said I was staring at him, and it was creeping him out. I don’t know that I was staring, I wanted to see his cock start growing. That may not be something special to a guy who has experienced it a million times but of all the dicks I have seen, and it’s been thousands, maybe 2 or 3, have I ever witnessed this miracle grow trick performed by a cock. I have watched them grow soft. I have felt them shrink in my mouth after feeding me sperm. But watching them grow, not so much. Last night was no exception. He got hard, but his hand blurred out most of the growing action. He asked me to show him my tits, and I said, “No. They belong to Rob.” Which was exactly what he needed to hear because that visibly hardened his dick. He’s such a cuck, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. When he was about to cum, I told him to stop. I instructed him to get himself right to the edge and stop again. He did just that and then he started complaining I was weirding him out because I was staring at his face. Which I admit, I was. I don’t know what happens when you guys get ready to cum, but some kind of natural heroin must run through your body because your face goes straight into that shocked, doped-out look. It’s amazing to see. It made me pour girl jizz in my stretch pants. He started pumping again, but way too fast. It was like he was in a race to get his orgasm over with. So I stopped him, and I slowly tickled the underside of the head of his cock while I stared at his face. He begged me to go faster, so I slowed down. When he finally got to the point of no return, I stared into his face and watched how the orgasm ran through his body, taking away any control of himself he may have had. I didn’t even look at his cock. I only knew he pumped cum because it started pouring on my hand. I wish I had filmed it. I plan on doing that. Watching a man cum is wildly amazing. The entire process never fails to intrigue me. What it must be like for guys. It looks so good. I’m so jealous. So jealous that I promptly rubbed myself off while sitting on the bathtub edge and staring at Scott’s dripping dick. It was my first cum of the New Year! Too bad it was with Scott.
Here are a few "Hot Mom" Pics from yesterday. I have house guests, so getting a moment to slip stuff up and get stuff made is a bit of work, but never fear, I shall prevail!
I was in a "Hot Mom" mode yesterday. I'm still in it but now with a twist. I want to fuck some 20-something dad and make them watch. I keep seeing "Hot moms" making their sons watch as they fuck some random dude, usually a BBC. Which is cool but I'd rather have them watch as I fuck their own dad. Seems a little more harsh. The catch is I need the dad to be married so the son knows I'm fucking his real mom right out of the picture. I know. It's an odd thing to get turned on by, but it's got its grip on me, and I can't shake it. Would I do it? Yeah...I would. If you asked me right now I wouldn't think twice about it. Just saying.
I was sitting around watching porn this morning and thinking I like the idea of “I want to fuck your mom” porn. Well, not porn, but like reality. I want college-aged guys to see me and think, “I’d stick it in her deep.” I think I look good with a 20-something cock in my holes. I really like the way I look when I have a 20-something cock in my mouth. I need to get some pics and videos of that so I can rub one out and formulate a “fuck your mom” scenario in my head. Yes, I have had dicks that belonged to guys who were 18 in my guts. I fucked Connor from 18 all the way into his 20’s. I need another Connor or 3.
I don’t lose very many arguments over current events and the like. Not because I’m brilliant…I’m anything but. My magic bullet is never to argue over things you haven’t studied the fine print on. It’s those little details in the fine print that ends up making you look like a dipshit. That and that undeniable urge to want to believe in something false because it sounds good or makes me feel good. I’m guilty of that. Just saying. Dick size. I love a massive penis. The bigger the better. Freakishly impossibly large would be my preference. I would love to run into a 3-foot cock as thick around as a basketball. Would I try and fuck it? You know I would! But that isn’t going to happen. But it should help you understand that my attraction to a massive cock isn’t the physical sensations, it’s the mental/visual that gets me fired up. Oddly enough, I get pretty worked up over a 1-inch penis. Again, not the physical sensations it would or wouldn’t have, but just the sight of it and the mental head games I could have with it…undeniably hot as fuck. I have had boyfriends with tiny dicks. It made the act of cheating on them with guys that had bigger dicks unbelievably more delicious. One thing I have never done is cheat on a guy with a huge cock with a guy who had a tiny one. I would really like to do that. That way, when he caught me cheating, I could tell him how a guy with a 3-inch cock was so superior to his own 9-inch cock that I would rather fuck his tiny cock than his. I feel like that in his mind that would mentally shrink his dick down to size….and that makes me wet. I find that women that say they only prefer small dicks are women who don’t spend much time thinking about or having much sex. I find women who say they only want huge dicks are usually posing. They start crying when some dude with a 9-inch starts making soup out of their insides with it. Women pose a lot. They talk the talk but, in my opinion, rarely rock the cock. It’s the quiet ones who watch porn every time they hit the bathroom...they are the keepers. Wife material, for sure.
All you horny fucks keep trying to set up get-togethers with me…want to see if I will empty your testicles for you in one of my special ways. In a perfect world, I’d be pouring sperm from dicks on the daily, but obviously, it isn’t a perfect world. It’s not going to happen. I could lie and lead you on and all that happy slick porn chick bullshit but in the end…I only get with people who live in my hometown of Daytona Beach. You missed traveling Brooke, by just about 3 years now. Traveling Brooke no longer exists. Homebody Brooke took her place, so it’s a good thing there is plenty of local dick to choose from. Today is take a break from stuffing my guts full of cock day. I have had miles of dick inside of me over the last week. It may be a new personal record. My holes are still pretty cock-gaped out. I looked in the mirror this morning, and my pussy still has the black hole effect still visible. My asshole, it only gapes if I pull on my cheeks, but once I do…it’s wide open looking for dick. I bet I could slip a finger in there an inch or so without touching anything. Kind of like the game “Operation.” I could easily get a dick in there because they are available. Eric is ready and willing, so is Ryan, and Rob keeps texting as well. But they have dicks. Dicks do the stretching. My holes are the recipient of that stretching. Am I sore? A little, but not much. I just have this sexy ass feeling of being a well-used cock receptacle. I think I’ll wait until Saturday before I let a cock rearrange my insides again. I am horny, though. My clit keeps getting random erections. Turns into a little stiff piece of steel that screams to be jerked off. You know what? I’m going to shut up now. I’m probably annoying you with weird shit, and I’m just making myself horny. I’ll catch up with you later!
Bikini update. Why? Because I think my clit looks good in a bikini. Tits aren't too shabby, either. I'm pretty sure I could talk most of you into pumping cum into me just by wearing this.
Rob slipped his cock in my asshole today. It took a bit and was a bit uncomfortable at first but so worth it! When my colon adjusts to his size it feels like his cock becomes part of me, doing wonderful things to places in my body that were never intended to be touched by the head of a cock. When he pulls out, I like the feeling of the cool air filling the tunnel his cock made out of my asshole. It stays open, waiting for him to slip it back inside of me. I actually begged him to empty his testicles deep in my guts, but he didn’t do it. He wanted to be edged. I missed out on feeling his warm sperm pour into my innards. I kind of feel cheated. I can’t complain too much though. I came 3 times with his dick in my ass. Two of them were wildly intense. So I spent an hour making Rob squirm and beg me to let him cum. He thought I would edge him for 10 minutes or so. I wasn’t having that. I get a little too into these things and can’t help myself. If you never held someone’s dick in your hand and made them mentally inferior by working their cock…you don’t know what that feels like to have that kind of power. I turned him into a pouting imbecile with a huge hard dick. It’s a rush to be able to do that to a man. I didn’t want it to end but he started getting desperate and angry so pushed him over the edge and watched him have an intense orgasm. So much so he told me he loved me afterwards. I like that. I know how he feels. A good orgasm can make you say and do questionable things. But being the good cum dumpster I am, I got him dressed and sent him home to his wife and kids. Anyway, Between Eric last night and this morning and Rob this afternoon….I am so cummed out I’m a bit woozy. Cum-high I guess would be a good term. I need a bit of a break. I’m walking like I have a canyon between my legs. I basically do, two gaped holes at that. It feels satisfying. Like a woman should feel after pleasing herself and her men. Scott will want some action. He isn’t going to get any. That’s okay. Maybe tomorrow I’ll give him some details. He can wait. He doesn’t have a choice.
Good morning, everyone. Got a novel for you so you have been warned! I just walked in the door. I accidentally tripped, and a wonderful cock slipped inside of me…all night long. I woke that dick up to my lips wrapped around the head of it and sucked it till it fed me a sperm breakfast. It was good to feel his cum pouring into my mouth. It was warm and thick and had that taste that goes with the magical smell cum has. So, here I sit with cum heartburn, an angry husband that wants to know where I was last night, and a very wet, pleased, used, and cum sloppy pussy. And…I have another date with Rob in just a few hours. By the end of today, my pussy will have seen miles of dick inside of it. I’m tired. Very tired. But not tired enough to pass up Rob’s cock. I had probably half a dozen super-strong orgasms last night and another one earlier yesterday. I am almost scared to see how intense the cums Rob is going to give me.
It's been a while since I spent the night at a man’s house. I usually make them stay with me. But Eric has that something about him that is hard to refuse. I know my pussy can’t say no to him. I liked waking up and sucking his dick hard and then to orgasm. There were a lot of memorable moments last night, but I keep returning to this one. Maybe because his dick had that used and cum crusty flavor from being inside me for a few hours last night. The smell and taste of his dick just made the thought of removing the sperm from his balls and drinking it irresistible. Don’t worry. I got my cum in as well. After I emptied his balls into my stomach, I felt like I was in beast mode, so I rode his face and shoved my clit in his mouth for 20 minutes until I came as well. I hate to treat a guy like a bitch and fuck his face, but I needed a good eating out. He was good with it. I wonder if he could taste his jizz from last night? The thought of that kind of puts the buzz back in my pussy that is going to need tending to. Rob will have to take care of that for me today. Hopefully, by the time Rob’s dick is finished breeding me, my holes will be gaped, drooling cum, and left in a state of being unusable for a few days.
Scott. I don’t know what to say. He ties this all together. He is my pussy free husband. It’s been a while since he’s touched me. I want him to, but it’s even better if he doesn’t. It makes the sex so much more intense with other people when I know I’m denying my husband sex and giving it so freely to my boyfriends. And there is nothing he can do about it. I’m sure he jerks off. He’s distraught today. I didn’t come home last night. I didn’t call, didn’t text. I spent the night with another man in his home, which was amazing. Scott wants answers. No. Let me put this another way. He wants details. I know he’s upset, but that’s part of his sexual purpose in life. The more upset and frustrated he becomes, the more intense his sexual release is. So what he wants…scratch that…what he needs, is details. He wants to know if we made out, which we did. He wants to know if he fingered me, which he did. He wants to know if I desire him more than himself, which I do. All of this is awful for a man to hear, and it is for him as well, but his dick will betray him and be hard as a rock if and when I do tell him the details. Which is why he is my husband and the others are not. I don’t know if he understands that fully or not. If not, he will one day, and we will live happily ever after with him licking my pussy like the good little cunt I have turned him into.
The date went well. Good enough, my pussy is still greasy from his jizz. He looked good. He’s 45 now and looks just like he did 8 years ago. His dick was slightly smaller than I remember, but it was in good working order this afternoon. He has something about him. It just makes me want to spread my legs for him and let him breed me. Which is exactly what I did. And breed me, he did. Properly at that. He left me dizzy with a fantastic orgasm and pussy full of thick runny cum. The dummy asked me after he pumped his nut into my womb if I might get pregnant. I said, “A girl could only wish.” He didn’t know how to take that. I explained to him he didn’t pump a baby in my guts, just a hot load of cum. I like the thought of being bred for real, though. Always turns me on thinking about that. Every time a guy leaves me inseminated…I get that sexy ass itch wondering, “What if.” It makes me feel like a sexy ass woman and I like that. So why deny it? Too many weak, floundering, woke women are running around trying to deny who they are, thinking it’s making them profound and strong to deny their womanhood. It doesn’t do anything of the sort. You’re a woman. You have a vagina…use it properly…it will thank you for it and pay you back in spades with orgasms. It doesn’t mean you can’t be one badass bitch that scares men into submission…it just means you aren’t afraid to admit that a dick in your innards is a good thing.
I will leave at this because I’m going back out with him tonight. I wonder if I’ll even come home. I hope not.
I have a date today. With a man I met 8 years ago. Beautiful man. Good looking in every way. I can almost feel his cock sliding around inside of me already, and it’s making me squirm in my chair. The passion I had with this guy was unbelievable. He once fucked me in some stranger’s backyard on the outdoor lounge chair. He rearranged my insides until I came and then pumped his balls empty into my guts. I remember it like it was yesterday. We made a little too much noise, and the lights came on, and I left a trail of his sperm across their patio deck as we ran away naked. We were together for a few years. The sex only got better. The relationship…not so much. I’m a hard person to be with…he was impossible to be with. Mostly because he was married, though, he’s not anymore. It was the excitement of sex that kept us together for so long. It’s easy to mistake that for a meaningful relationship. More so on his part, though. I was comfortable just being his cock socket a few times a week. I was the one who drifted away because the sex got less and less, and when I pushed the issue, he would get defensive about it. He used to do all the little things that make a relationship work. Like finger fuck me under the table while ordering dinner. Then fuck me on the bathroom sink in the same restaurant while we waited for the meal to arrive. It felt like one day, he just lost interest. I figured he got bored, or he was feeling guilty about cheating on his wife, or a little of both. When we would fuck, his dick wouldn’t get hard, or if it did, it would go soft. So often that I was getting impatient with him. Limp dick became such a constant I would wonder why he even bothered trying because we already knew the outcome. When I told him to go see a doctor and see about getting a professional medical opinion, like a dumbass, he refused. Eventually, though, he did. Only after he caught me fucking a couple of other guys. It’s not like we were married, and I like dick. Dick is more important to me than the emotional aspect of the relationship. It always has been, and it always will be and he wasn’t slipping his dick in my guts anymore. So, I found a couple of other guys more than happy to pump my holes full of sperm. He eventually got the prescription and took the pills, and they worked like magic. His dick was harder than it ever was. But something else changed. Our sex life went from the most intense fucking I have ever had to seriously mediocre by-the-numbers fucking. I wouldn’t even cum. I would have to finish myself off later thinking about other men. Unfortunately for him, the breeding sessions these other studs were giving me were vastly superior. There was really no point in keeping him around. I told him I was through with our thing, and he flipped out. He accused me of only being interested in him for sex. He was right. I thought he already knew that. My attraction to him was his constant reckless sexual drive. We got busted fucking in the stairwell of a hotel we weren’t even staying in. He would have me suck his dick in elevators. If I was in a car with him, I more than likely had his dick in my mouth. I would be licking his balls while he was on the phone with his wife. It was amazing sex. But he just stopped. So, I stopped seeing him. Now I’m going to see him today. I remember him mostly in the best of ways. So, if he fingers me in public…then I know we might have something going on. If he is wishy-washy and starts talking about his feelings…I’ll nod my head, smile, and then be on my way. I’ll let you know.
Little Christmas Eve nudity for you. I hope your holidays all go better than you ever expected, and though I may or may not be on tomorrow, I will check in with you all on Tuesday!
I snuck in a quick fuck with Ryan today. Short on time, so I had him give me a clit blowjob to get things fired up and then slipped his stiff dick in my guts and fucked myself stupid on his dick. Had an extremely good cum. It was...satisfying. I feel at ease now. Ryan is doing very well at pleasing my pussy these days. He never cums before I do, and I appreciate that. I'm good with guys cumming fast when my pussy is a new cock sleeve experience for them. But after 4 or 5 fucks I expect to be properly bred. As in fuck me until my cunt melts on your dick, and then flood my guts with sperm. Leave me on the bed drooling cum out of my holes, and get out. Call me later. Which is exactly what Ryan did. Ryan gets it. He knows I like being "bred" by a guy 20 years younger than me. He understands the mental thrill of being taken and owned by a man who is at an age that he could be my son. He uses that. He says things to me when he has me bent over and is pumping cock in my guts from behind. Things that make me cum. So good for him. He's no Rob, but still...I wouldn't pass up a breeding session from him.
The holidays have a love-hate relationship with them. So much going on. Yes. I disappeared for several days and as you know...I'm pretty much here daily. I don't want to explain myself, but I kind of do because it's kind of what I do on here. Let's see. I had house guests who brought their families. That right there put a screeching halt to the production line. Then, I had a drywall roof repair go on that made my house into a dust bowl. Everything was covered up in drop sheets to keep the dust off it. Now you know.
I did suck Ryans cock in my driveway. He stopped by Thursday night around 10, and I could have used a good fuck, but again, I had people in the house, so I decided I would suck his dick in his car and rub one out later. Which is pretty much how it went. It was kind of cool because some of my guests came into the kitchen afterward, and I still had the aftertaste of Ryan's sperm in my mouth. I tried not to let them smell my jizz breath. Ryan is coming over later today, so I'll be getting a good ass fucking. At least that's my plan. I'm sure Ryan will be agreeable with it. He always is!
My ass holds cum in me like it's gold. That's okay. I like that greased-up feeling that sticks around until....well, you get the point.
I'm whistling Christmas tunes because I'm in a good mood. I am getting ready to feel Rob's dick do its magic in my guts. He's going to pump me full of his Christmas spirit. I'm super horny, to be honest with you. That guy I was checking out in the store yesterday has me all fired up still. I watched some anal porn last night and mentally replaced the chick's ass with my own and imagined it was him pumping my ass from behind. Then I found this .gif, you know, the repeating mini vids you see everywhere of a woman pouring cum out of her asshole. That's all it took. I watched it 30 times and then came sitting on the toilet rubbing one out with my finger. Still, 10 minutes later, I was thinking about him again. Would of should of, could of, type scenarios. I wish I had figured out how to approach him, at least. But… didn't happen. Hopefully, when I feel the head of Rob's cock start pushing things inside of me around to make room for the rest of his dick, I'll forget all about him. No ass sex today. The anal cum I had was amazing the other day, but it took so long before things got back to normal that I'm going to save my ass for people with human-sized dicks. Rob won't notice. He's all about being edged now. I'm going to edge him so hard today his balls might explode like grenades. Man, I'm looking forward to that. I can almost feel that spongy hard dick in my hand as we speak. I'll catch up with you in a bit.
Every time I see a chick do the "Me or Netflix" thing, and there are a ton of variances of it, I'm thinking, a tough question these days. The way folks are these days…they will pick Netflix. No matter how hot you may be. Plus, it was original 5 years and a billion uses ago.
Someone asked why I like having sex with Rob. Easy answer. His dick is so good that after he fucks me into a pile of sperm-covered body parts, drooling jizz on the floor, I like to celebrate and have more sex with his dick. I think that probably clears that question up.
Dammit. Still asking me if you can send dick pictures. So annoying. Please use common sense. Why would I not want to see them? If some chick you have never seen before asked you if she could send you a picture of her pussy, what would you do? You would say yes. Of course, you want to see it. I don't care what the other idiots say about getting dick pics. It's all guys you're talking to anyway. I have a pussy…it likes dick, and like a normal human being…I am interested in seeing your dick. So, and I'll repeat it for the billionth time…yes, feel free to send me dick pics. Even better videos of your dick pumping jizz out of it. I don't mind seeing your body and face, but it's not required.
I saw a good-looking guy in SAMs today. I am almost sure he’s at least 20, but it’s not like I checked ID. He was just a tall, skinny, good-looking kid. I had this immediate image of him pumping me from behind. I can’t help it. It just pops into my head. Do I want this guy bending me over and rearranging my guts with his dick? You better believe I do. I don’t know why it’s hot, but it seems so…. deliciously demeaning to be fucked like a dog until I’m cum stupid by a guy who wasn’t even born when I was 37. When I was 47, he was still in grade school. Fast forward 10 more years, and he’s pumping sperm in my guts while I beg him for more. At least, I wish he was. Not like it happened. I wanted it to, though. He was with his mom, or at least that was my best guess. I know, I should have bagged them both. No, no, I shouldn’t have. She obviously enjoyed the food a little too much. When it cums to chicks…I’m super visual, and if they aren’t thin and trim and ready to roll…I’m not interested in them. I know, I’m an awful person. But I like what I like, and I’m not going to change it because it’s “not all-inclusive.” Funny though. I don’t apply those same standards to guys. Guys can charm their way into my guts. Chicks…not so much.
I am getting lots of requests to model specific outfits and use specific toys. How to put this? I have no use for “Above the elbow satin gloves” other than to model them for the specific person who requested them. I’m happy to model them and often at no charge. But…and here is the big “but.” You need to find those items, put them on my Amazon Wishlist, and send them to me. Someone just told me, “It’s only $29.99; what’s the big deal? You can wear it all the time, so it’s worth it for you.” It’s a butt plug that says, “Cum to Mommy.” I feel like he is being willfully ignorant. Anyway, my point is, though I like to accommodate as many requests as I can…if it’s going to cost me money unless you pay for it, the odds are pretty good I won’t be fulfilling that request.
Ryan told me yesterday that I am the first woman he has ever been with that touched his cock and made him cum before he touched any part of my body. He said he thinks about that all the time. I find that incredibly sexy that that thought sticks in his mind. I kind of remember it. We were flirting a lot. It got to the point where I just wanted to taste his dick. So, I pulled his shorts down and sucked his dick in his gym. He couldn't get hard. I fixed that. It took a few minutes, but I worked him into a piece of granite. When he came, he was all concerned because he pumped his jizz into my mouth, and I swallowed it. He thought I ate his sperm because I felt I had to. Now he knows better. Ryans isn't even close to the first guy that has never seen me naked or touched me before I drank from their dick. I'm tricky like that. They keep talking and flirting. I'm like, sure, I'm listening. Pay me no mind as I casually slip your penis into my mouth while you continue your sales pitch. Who has time for the small talk and hard sell as to why I should fuck you? I know if I'm going to fuck you, or at least try and fuck you, some guys aren't so cooperative about it, in the first few minutes.
If you need a man cave in your house…you are either single or with the wrong chick. If you live with me, my holes are the only man cave you will ever need. Just saying.
Fucking 20 and 30-somethings, even 40-somethings, is not as easy as one would think. It used to be back in the day. My pussy and I are plenty old enough to say, "Back in the day." If I could get these guys to touch my clit as often as they touch their phone screen… I'd be a happy girl. Which means they would have very happy dicks in return. But phones…. they are all-encompassing. I'm starting to hate them. I'm not too fond of it when someone whips one out while we're talking and looks at it. Staring at your phone implies your phone, and moronic videos mean you have chosen them over me and your chance to feel my insides with the head of your dick. In no uncertain terms, when you take it out, you have made it clear the phone is more important than I am. Do it to me once…see if you get any pussy…ever. Some of you will hate this because you are guilty of it. It's okay. It's my opinion only, and all I have to do is look in restaurants and see 85 percent of the couples staring at phones instead of talking with each other to know it's become the norm. That doesn't mean I have to participate in it, though. I would much rather be talking about how I'm going to be sucking your brains out through the head of your dick later that evening than staring at you mindlessly consumed with YouTube or whatever tube.
The videos are kind of odd today...this one has lettuce on my boob. It's been one of those days. Very busy. Lots of fucking, lots of other things, just not much time to sit down and figure this damn camera out yet. Tomorrow, though...right after I go to Sam...I'm on it!
Once again…Tik Tok. What the fuck, people. Put it down. Lip-syncing isn't a talent. Dancing is a talent, but so is throwing rocks. I know this isn't nice...this would upset the Toktokkies if they could read. Look, I don't blame the app. TikTok didn't make people stupid. It just pointed them out to us. The worst are the Tik Tards that do politics...on any side of any issue. I swear they read something, it fuels their manic mind, and they expand on it any way they want regardless of actual reality.
Ever wonder where these phone-addicted kids will be in 20 years? I do, yet I have no idea where that might be. I envision a complete social media-induced enraged addict society. I could be wrong.
I have a fuck date with Ryan today. He's going to feel small no matter which hole he chooses. Ryan is like 6 inches and regular width. He needs to be 9 inches and fat as fuck. I'm super interested in how he is going to feel. I need him to sample my ass and my pussy so I can see precisely how gaped Rob left me. I like the thought of Rob's dick permanently resizing my body holes, ruining me for other men. I know it's a fantasy thing that doesn't happen, but I wish it would. So much so that I have masturbated to those photoshopped pictures of girls left with massive holes after being pumped by impossibly large cocks. I want it to be me. Weird. I know. I'm just rambling about stuff. I'm sure you guys have funny, impossible fantasies. Paul told me how he likes to think about being transformed into a woman. Not a tranny, but an actual woman. It's like magic-type stuff. So, to help him out with that fantasy, I fucked his asshole with a strap-on until I left it looking like someone put an empty paper towel tube in his ass. It was pretty cool seeing it like that. Like a manhole without the cover. Now, I'm going to share with you the weird part of this story. I probably shouldn't, but I'm going to. He couldn't see his gaped asshole, so he asked me to take a picture. Which, I did, and that isn't that weird, but I got an idea. I got some hand lotion and pumped and pushed some into his black hole, and it looked just like some guy with a colossal dick reamed and pumped sperm in his hole. His hole was so open you could see puddles deep in his colon. So I took a few pictures of that. Now he's gay. Literally gay. Which wasn't my intent. I'm sure he wanted to be gay long before that. I just helped him express himself. The thing is, I wanted him to be an actual TS. Get tits, do the hormones, the whole nine yards. He showed interest, but I think that was to appease me, so I would keep slamming strap-ons into his guts. Now he's divorced and has a "partner," and I don't keep up with him much. I like my guys more into pussy than anything else. I'm somewhat old school like that. He texts a lot, but I'm not big on answering texts 24/7. Man, where am I going with this? I don't have a clue. I'm just emptying my head, I guess. Scary.
I love when porn chicks post on Twitter/X how they hate Twitter/X and social media in general. Someone insulted their tits, created a fake account, didn't buy their video. Tough cookies. I get all of that and more on the daily. I expect it. If I were ever not to get it…it might be a hint end of times is upon us. My advice is to close your account. It will magically just go away instantly. The response, usually worded in very colorful and thought-out ways, is, I would if I didn't need the money. I guess they all blew that 100K a month money they claimed they were making. Look, very few people make enough money here to make a living. I don't know why they claim to be millionaires. I guess it validates them and their career choice. Even fewer enjoy being on here. They make a video and demand you pay for it. When you don't, they get on social media and cry about freeloaders. I throw up whatever the fuck I want and write out dumb fucking rants and blogs like this because, oddly enough… I'm living life right precisely how I wish doing just this very thing. Do I expect to get rich? Fuck no. Do I expect to make everyone on here happy? I would love to, but I write things that tick people off. I'm old school. I like my free speech and all of that good stuff.
I masturbated today. I told myself I wasn’t going to, but I did. I tried not to think about it, but my ass feels so stretched I can’t get the mental image of his dick canyoning out my rectum out of my head. So, I rubbed one out. Took like 2 minutes. That was it. I like it when that happens. I get the cum I need lickety-split and back to the daily routine without sex nagging on my mind. I don’t know about you, but it’s hard for me to concentrate when I keep thinking about a dick in my guts. The problem is that bringing it up just puts the thoughts right back in motion. It’s a catch-22. I wonder if Rob is having the same issue. I wonder if he’s thinking about me when he is talking with his wife. If he does…that’s hot as fuck. Just saying.
I got a new camera. A Sony ZV-E10. Not a super-duper thing as far as DSLRs go but it seems to have most of what I need. I haven’t figured it out yet, but it looks promising. I have been using GoPro’s for years now but they just seem to be lagging. So…if things look different content-wise…now you know why. Hopefully for the better. Also…I bought it because it looks like a good self-Vlog camera…as in nobody else is required to operate it. It is a bit more difficult for camera novices, so I’ll have to keep that in mind when I ask people to shoot for me. Yes. I know there are super-duper cameras out there. For what I do...completely unnecessary. I just need something that takes a decent video/pic and is able to get the stuff off of it fast and straight up online. No processing, no BS. I wish they made one that I didn't have to resize the damn pictures. I hate even doing that. Takes like 5 minutes by the time I'm done. This camera certainly won't solve that problem, but we shall see. If I don't like it, I'll send it back. Why not a phone? They are good but not as good as a dedicated camera. Plus, phones are distracting. They buzz, ring, turn on, and turn off while you're using them. Stand-alone cameras just sit there nice and quiet.
My clit is massive, and my pussy is in a constant state of open. It’s all that dick it’s been getting from Rob. I like it. I let Scott look at it. I let him see what another man is doing to my body. He tried to touch me, but that’s a no-no. It belongs to Rob. Always keep your hands off another man’s property.
I should probably go to Scott’s Christmas party next Friday. I mean, he is my husband. I would cancel in a second if Rob were to ask me out, but I don’t see that happening. He is supposed to spend Friday night with his wife and her family. I wish I had a reason to show up so I could just be there knowing that her husband and their son-in-law were pumping my asshole with his dick a week before. I don’t know why, but I am into that kind of stuff big time. Anyway, I have been asked to be “normal” at Scott’s party, which seems like an odd request. I am who I am, and If I see a certain guy or two there, I’m going to do my best to put their dick inside of me. It’s my job, it’s what I do, and I love what I do. I don’t even care if I cum. I just want to fuck one, maybe two, of Scott’s co-workers, so he has to face them the next time he see’s them. I wonder how hard that is for him. Other guys looking at him awkwardly, knowing one of them left a load of sperm in my stomach. Even better, I also like walking around all his friends and co-workers after I fucked one of them with their sperm sloshing around in my guts. I like the awkwardness of them pretty much knowing I emptied one of their co-worker's testicles in my guts and left him woozy and cum-stupid in one of the conference rooms. It’s been a while since I’ve done that. I need to get back on that horse, so to speak. I have pretty much hyped myself up just telling you about it, so let's keep our fingers crossed!
The red dress I wore today with Rob. I didn't have time to put this up. I had a dick date with Rob, and I was running behind. All ends well, as in his dick ended up in my rear end. I am pretty sure I had my first anal orgasm. I've cum with a dick in my ass before, but I have always either had another dick in my cunt, or a vibrator, or I used my finger to rub my clit. Today, his dick felt so...I don't know, fat and stretchy. I could feel my insides being pushed around by the head of his dick. He was fucking my ass missionary, and when I put my hand on my belly and felt his dick pushing around inside of me...I came. It felt so...I can't explain it. Right. It felt right. Wildly uncomfortable but amazingly pleasurable at the same time. It still feels so wide open even though it's not. I actually looked in the mirror. I kind of wish I had to do my business just to see how that feels. I know what the fuck is wrong with you, Brooke. I'm just curious. His dick is massive, and it is the largest cock I have ever taken balls deep in my asshole...for a continuous amount of time. It's interesting, and let's not beat around the bush...sexy as fuck the way his dick alters my body. Anyway, I got to do some Christmas stuff, so I'll catch up with you in a bit.
This is a pretty good creampie video. I made it in August. I must have forgotten to put it up, and I don't even remember making it. Not sure what happened but here you go.
Here is something you won't hear every day. I hope my asshole gets widened out like my pussy is right now. With any luck, Rob is going to put his dick in my butt and leave it looking like a black hole when I leave today. Will it hurt? Of course, it will. Will I cum? Of course, I will. Why knowing I can take such a fat cock in my asshole is such a turn-on, I have no idea. It just is. Plus, I like making Rob's dick happy. It makes me feel good knowing I have pleased his cock. Add to it that fabulous stretched colon feeling that sticks with me for several days, and the discomfort of Rob's fat dick in my rectum is a minor detail in the bigger picture. Will it happen? I don't know. He is hooked on having me edge him with my hands. I need to figure out a way to edge him with my asshole. Maybe I could just keep the rim of the head of his cock in my ass opening and pop it out just before he cums. Be tricky, that's for sure. I'll let you know how it goes.
Why don’t I make cuck movies? Because they would scare you if I did. They would make you uncomfortable, at the very least. Plus, the mental aspect is not something I could figure out how to portray accurately on video, and to me, the mental element is at least 95% of living the cuck lifestyle. I am living the most extreme version of the cuck lifestyle. It sexualizes me hard 24/7, 365 days a year, and I feel like I am 20. I would not want to do a disservice to something I love being part of.
I went out with Rob again today. I like Rob. He feeds me sperm. I did like lovey-dovey things with him today. I held his hand in the grocery store. We flirted and goofed around in Lowes. Then he fucked me stupid in the parking lot. He pulled up to the side where the delivery trucks lined up, opened the door of his truck/SUV, whatever it was, bent me over the seat, and fucked me like a dog. My pants down around my ankle, a massive 30-something dick rearranging things inside of me, it was perfect. I came twice. Both were pretty good orgasms, but the third one...well, it was an explosion in my head. So good I told him to put in my asshole and finish me off. But he didn't. He spun me around, put his dick in my hands, and tried to get me to edge him. It didn't work. I feel so bad because he got me off so hard. I wanted to frame him with a handjob so badly, but we needed lube, and spit wasn't getting it. So he fucked my mouth on the back side of the parking lot of Lowes. He didn't bother telling me he was going to cum, but I knew anyway. His balls suck up inside of him when he gets ready to cum, so I was prepared for the sperm to hit my throat. I swallowed with every pump his dick unloaded in my mouth. He tried to pull out, but I wouldn't let him. I sucked him till his dick was soft, leak-free, and given a proper kiss goodnight. Then he dropped me off and asked if he could see me again tomorrow, and of course, I agreed. I'm not turning down a breeding session with his dick. Ever. I drove home. I kissed Scott, said hello, and told him the laundry needed to be done and that I wouldn't be around tomorrow. He reminded me I'm supposed to bake cookies with the family tomorrow. I told him he would have to figure that one out. I'm too into Rob to pass up another date with him. Scott was complaining about that, but then Rob texted me, and I had to answer it, so I left Scott by his lonesome to figure out how to make sure I get all my quality alone time with Rob. It's pretty much all I need him for any more.
