OK, guys, going out in the Jeep and I am wearing this exact outfit. Yes, I am heading to my property, I have 38 acres in the swamp, family land handed down, but I will be driving through town in this sexy little number! I am going to do some 4wheeling and film it for you. See what I can do to porn it up a bit.
Ok, I have a new obsession. My jeep mechanic. I want him so bad my pussy drips thinking about him. See the video for further explanation. I hate and love that I get this way. It makes me feel so alive and youthful when I lock onto something like this. What is the hate part? I don't know. I guess it's not something I can just share with the neighbors sitting around on the porch. I wish I could, but things would get amazingly awkward fast. It gets tiresome keeping secrets all the time. Here is the good news. I get to bore you all to death with my secrets! Want to know another secret? I want to get put in one of those walls where the only thing sticking out on the one side is my butt and legs. I lay over a bench on the other side. They make porn like that. Yes, I want guys I will never see or know to push it inside of me and breed me. One after another, load after load. For me, this is a new one. I was watching one of these porns today, and it caught me right. I can almost feel my butt wiggling out of the wall, teasing cocks to push my insides around with their spongy bumper heads. The best part is I will have to concentrate on feeling their cock twitching about, getting ready to empty their testicles inside of me. Fuck, now I am horny as a motherfucker. I need to find a construction guy to build me one of those giant glory holes.
If anyone wanted to know, my Tinder date is over. It was a bust. He busted a nut, but that was about the only thing get busted tonight. We started making out in the truck. I got my hands in his pants. His cock was stiff as a board, and it shot sperm like a geyser on about the second stroke. So I got a decent meal and a handful of cum for my troubles. It could have been worse. He was good-looking and appeared to have an impressive body. We never got far enough to find that out for sure, though. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but I feel I will have to teach him how to fuck. I am not interested in teaching people how to fuck anymore. That ship sailed back in my twenties. He was a good kisser. He made me wet as fuck, but he never even tried to slip his hands down my pants, nor did he even touch my tits. Can't a girl even get a decent feel up? Apparently not. It's raining out a bit, I don't have it in me to start another cock hunt tonight, so I just came straight home. Chasing dudes around can wear a girl out. The silver lining to all of this is I got a message from my car mechanic. This leads me to believe I will get some mechanic dick in the near future. I am totally looking forward to this mechanic dick I speak of. I find his 20 something ass sexy as fuck. He will be even sexier when he is fucking me in the ass. With that, I say goodnight. I will now begin eating Doritos and watching TV.
My clit is now getting bigger by the day. Cause for alarm? Not a fucking chance. It's amazing. It rubs on my clothes, and it makes me horny, it rubs on the chair, it makes me horny, and if it gets touched, it makes me drool girl jizz. The bigger it gets, the more it wants attention. It is like a dream cum true, to be honest. I cum like I am a premature ejaculator now. Like instantly, and I am more than OK with that. If you are looking to fuck for an hour, tough cookies. I'm done in like five minutes. When I say I'm done, I had like three massive cums in that short amount of time. Give me five minutes, and I'm reloaded and ready to repeat. Anyway, take a look at these pics. I am wearing this on my Tinder date tonight, I hope it isn't too much. My clit is at full attention, so check that out as well! If you want to see the complete set, and there are like 40 pics, tip me, and I will get them to you!
Someone asked me if I have no shame? About getting fucked? Not even in the smallest of ways. If offered the opportunity to do it all over again, knowing now what I didn't know then, my numbers would be doubled. Shame? None. I got fucked stupid the other day, the kind of fuck where my guts were utterly rearranged in the best of ways by a long, fat, delicious penis. Then he brought out the food. I was sitting around naked, eating chili fries with sperm leaking out of me, chili fry sauce on my face, and nut still in my hair from the blowjob I gave him earlier. Still stupid from the fuck he just put on me, he pointed out the jizz in my hair and asked if I wanted a napkin. I declined and squeezed it out of my hair with my fingers and ate it with my chile fries. Lets check and see if I was ashamed about that. Nope, no shame registered whatsoever. That is making me kind of dewy down below just thinking about it. So, if I am proud of licking the nut out of my hair, the odds of me being ashamed about getting laid is about zero. I don't know who invented shame fucking, but it had to be some seriously insecure dude who got tired of his chick taking better dick from other guys. Its sex. You cum. The downside of cumming is? Wait, there is no downside other than someone thinks only they should be the one making you cum. People beat off daily. I know I cum close to beating off daily, if not several times in a day. Should I be ashamed about that? Some would suggest I should. I don't know, and maybe it's just me. Perhaps I just like to have orgasms more than the average Joe. But I doubt it. Who doesn't like a mind-boggling, cum flying, messy, sticky orgasm? I'm waiting. I have no idea why people pay money, be it not all that much, join my OF and then ask me if I am ashamed of being a massive cock slut.
Good morning everyone, hope your Friday goes super-duper, your dick gets wet, and my pussy gets coated with nut slime. Sounds like a solid plan if you are asking me. Fuck I got a lot of shit to do before I can sit down and enjoy a good cock slipping inside of me. I got no date, so to Tinder, I go. Who knows on there. I really need to put the phone down and get busy on my crap. But I won't. I'll look at a hundred guys, take a wild guess as to if they have a magical penis, send off a few likes that may or may not be returned. How do I meat them, you ask? I go to the beach. Give them the area and see if they show up. Tinder dates are odd. I don't know them. I don't know their history, but I have to figure if they are on Tinder; they, at the very least, want to be, if not are, sexually active. So I have to be careful. As most of you know, I fucking hate, and I do mean hate, condoms. So I suck their dick. Which I like sucking their dicks. I like sucking their dicks a whole lot. I do finger myself while I'm eating their dick and, more often than not, get myself off in a big way. They often want to fuck, bring condoms, but I rarely cum with a condom, so it's a say-no situation. Yes, that pisses them off, but I will not get rubbed raw by a piece of plastic so they can nut in a baggie. If they have a good dick, I try and talk them into spending the $100 to get tested, but most of them never do. So Tinder ends up being my go-to place to find dicks to suck. Which, again, I am pretty happy about that.
On the subject of Tinder. I was wondering how many dicks have I drained down my throat that I found on the app? I was able to go back through the app and find 36 guys that I actually swallowed their sperm over two years. I met a lot more, but I either did nothing with those guys, tried to do something, but their penis wasn't feeling well, and yes, a few that didn't cum for one reason or another. Thirty-six in two years isn't bad. I can't remember one bad experience. It always gets awkward when a guy can't get hard but only because they make it that way. I try to get them to quit fighting themselves, and if they do, boom, hard cock. Do I feel like it's my fault or an insult if someone doesn't get hard for me? Absolutely not. They wouldn't have whipped it out and put it in my face if they didn't want me to empty it in my mouth. It's the human body. It doesn't always work the way we want it to. Do I get pissed off if it doesn't get hard? No, but you better at least eat me because if I try to make your dick hard, my clit is expecting some action. I don't care if you stick it in or not, but I better feel your tongue bouncing my clit around. It helps. Close to half of guys who have stage fright are immediately cured once they pop my clit in their mouth. My clit has many therapeutic properties. Just saying.
Someone is going to say that me sucking 36 or more dicks is a whoreish number. Check yourself, Mr. That is just Tinder. It doesn't include the other fifty or so over a year's time. When Wilt Chamberlin said he fucked over 5000 girls, I said, "Oh yeah? Hold my beer." Do I have him beat throughout a lifetime? Pfft, absolutely. And I am still going. Most of them were from my past careers, but they still count. Did I cum from them all? You know I didn't. They don't know that, but you do. I would say closer to maybe 1/3rd to maybe 1/2 got me off. Plus, condoms were used by every single last one of them, so they were at a massive disadvantage to begin with. I need not explain how I detest condoms. Regrets from any of them? I want to say yes. I feel like I need to say yes, but I can't think of one. To be fair. If there was an obvious problem, such as say hygiene, I shut it down before starting. But guys, for the most part, are good people. WAIT!!!! I know now why I want to say yes. Guys with spiels. Little scripts they stick to and run on every chick they can find. I played along because I thought it was better to know they were idiots than to tell them. There is a motto I stick to so I don't get out of whack myself. If you think you are the most intelligent person in the room, then you are not. If I remember that, it keeps me from putting my foot in my mouth instead of a dick. The spiel guys have one thing in common. They think you're stupid. Even if I know they are complete morons, in their mind, I am a mindless fuck doll that will believe anything they tell me. I would never see them again. I was always busy. So they would be the regret. I probably met about 20 or 30 of them over the years.
It's a bit later than I wanted, but here I am, writing out more mumbo jumbo.
My friend thinks I am not acting age-appropriate by flirting with the car wash and oil change guys. Stay in your lane, sister, is about all I have to say about that. She is younger than me by 10 yrs but looks 10 yrs older than me, too many smokes, too much alcohol, and weed. You do you, and I'll keep sucking sperm out of testicles. You smoke your weed, and I'll never complain or look down on you. I'll get bred and left a cummy mess, return the courtesy and be happy for me. Age-appropriate... get the fuck out of here.
My neighbor came over to ask about gutter parts. I was wearing my see-through red nighty thing. I thought he was someone else, so I went to the door. I have glass on both sides of the door. He saw me, and I saw him see me. Things got weird. I went around the corner because I couldn't get to the bedroom without being totally exposed. I pretended he wasn't there until he left. He knew I was there, but I went into an invisible chick mode, and he went home. You will have these things in life.
I got a little too overly excited today and rubbed one out thinking about the car guy turning my insides into mush with his big fat mechanic cock and leaving me well-bred and dripping. When I was talking to him, I thought about him bending me over the hood and emptying his balls deep inside me. I am kind of stuck on that thought. I have this image of me getting fucked stupid and left laying on the hood, dripping mechanic sperm out of me onto my clean car. Anyway, that's what I was thinking about. I need to have an explicit mental fantasy or a video when I am rubbing one out. I had that covered tonight. I just got a little too busy, and though I came amazingly hard, I rubbed the head of my girl dick a little raw. I hope it heals fast. The weekend is cumming up, and I plan to put my girl cock to use more than just a few times. Next time, plenty of lube. I just got going, and it felt so damn good. I kept going even though it was probably smoking by the time I was done.
Hope you liked the photos, let me know!
Good afternoon everyone. It took me a while to post, and I had daily life things in the way. Today was car maintenance day. Oil change, wash, interior, all that good stuff, and a stop at the outlets to get some workout pants. Just what you wanted to hear, I know. But let us get things rolling. I feel pretty good about today. The oil change guys made me feel like the MILF Queen by flirting with me, and I mean outright flirting. By the time I left there, I was wet in the pussy. They turned me right the fuck on. Then at the car wash, they did the same thing. If I am truthful, I would have sucked each of their cocks until their balls pumped my stomach full of their sperm. They were just that one step away from making a date with me. I would have so met any one of them if they had just asked me to. But they didn't. So now I am on Tinder looking to see if I can find one of them. I know where they work, but the one guy I want the most, I can't think of an excuse for going back to the Take 5 oil change business. Scratch that. My friend who is here just walked by and said to let some air out of the tire and have him fill it back up. Then have him fill you up. Those were her exact words; I kid you not. My air pressure will down 5lbs in the morning. Details. I would guess they are all between the ages of 21 and 30. I think the guy who would make my insides feel the best with his cock is 25 or so. I don't know what turns me on so much about him. I can just picture myself with my legs spread, his cock buried in me, my pussy drinking his sperm. Actually, I can see myself sucking his jizz out as well. I would probably suck his nut out first and then let my pussy soak up the rest of his nut. Here I am making fuck plans with a guy I just met. I have no idea if he would fuck me or not. He flirted like he would. I love this shit. It makes me feel so alive. Full of energy. After all these years, it is still as exciting as it was back in my school days. My pussy is probably wetter now than it was back then because now it knows what it is about to feast on. I will keep you posted. Enjoy this little video. I am going to post later on tonight as well.
Yes, more pics. I forgot to post some of them, or at least I think I did, so don't get all pissy if I did. Only a few of them aren't from today. If I sent them to you in a DM, sorry, I can't remember who or what I sent to anyone this week for some reason. Suck it up, buttercup, put your eyes on my magical clit... it has superhero powers that make everything all better.
Hello everyone. Back to business. Let us sum it up quickly. I didn't get laid, and then I did get laid. Then I beat my clit for round three. I was watching the cum drip out of me in the earlier video, and fuck if that didn't get me turned on again. It made a puddle out of my pussy. Odd day. Moving on.
Yes, to the guy who no-showed today, I know you're reading this. I suspect you have thought of some emergency you should tell me you had, but I am a stone-cold don't give a crap type person. A simple text was all that was required. With that said, enjoy your month on here. I hope to keep it hot and sexy for you. But, as the famed Seinfeld soup Nazi once said, No pussy for you!
Okay, what's next? Who knows. Politics sucks. I can't go there because it's like a landmine field on steroids. Speaking of steroids, have you seen my clit? It's getting fucking massive if I might say so myself. I find myself jerking it off like a dick just about every day now. I need to make a video of that. I'll do that tomorrow. I want to see it myself. Yes, I watch my videos. Yes, I know it's weird that I whack it to me getting fucked in my own videos. In all fairness, I pick out like 1 minute of a video and watch it over and over. Usually, it's the creampie videos I watch the most. I have this thing about my vagina ingesting copious amounts of sperm. It gets my motor running, so to speak.
In line with me making videos, there is this. Team Skeet wants me to shoot with them in LA. They try to sell me on the money and give me references of girls who are one rent check away from the eviction. I could care less about the money. It's all about the video. I, word for word, answered their email with, "Though I like your sites and content, I have zero interest in getting pounded half to death for 8 hours." Then they sent me references. It's been a few years since I have shot for a pro outfit, but I don't need references. I know what goes on. It isn't an honor for me to shoot anything with these companies. I know so many girls think it's the bomb, and they are the most fantastic porn chick ever if they shoot porn with actual porn companies. I could care less about any of that. I am only interested in making videos that I want to watch later on. Only three pro-porn companies ever shot a video that I have kept and repeatedly watched. As far as I am concerned, the rest can be tossed in the fire, never to be seen again. I had high hopes for them but they just kind of sucked. Now my videos, that's another story. I watch them all the time, but that's because I decided the storyline if there was one, and it was a fantasy or replay of an event in my life. Sure, the quality is pure shit, but the sex was the bomb. Whenever I shoot a video for a porn company, I am physically and mentally drained because they are tedious. I go back to my room, eat, sleep, rinse, repeat. When I shoot my own videos, I am back to my room, change clothes, hit the town, fuck some more, eat, fuck some more, get weird, try and find other people to shoot more videos with me again. There is a stark difference in the after-effect of shooting pro videos vs. the bizarre shit I shoot. I so much prefer the after-effect of my bizarre videos. So, I am on the fence. I do like the themes of his videos. Perv mom, perv granny, perv MILF, perv just about anything. I am just not sure I will be happy with the end results. He will probably try and pay me like 2500 to 3500, which is a good chunk of money, but I am not behind on bills, and the money isn't why I would shoot these videos. Chime in, let me know what you think. If you need links to his stuff, I'll post some.
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Today's new guy was all talk but zero cock. No call, no text, no message on here. Guess he figures if he pretends to be the invisible man it will just be like it never happened. Go figure? Why would you not just say you changed your mind and your out. Cool beans, two thumbs up, thanks for letting me know. That's how that conversation goes. We remain friends, future possibilities are still on the table. It's not like it's the end of the world for me because some dude doesn't want to fuck me on video. I can find another guy, it's not that hard to do. But for fucks sake just let me know that you are canceling. So in honor of his absence I present to you a guy that is all cock and zero BS talk. Look, I was horny. I didn't fuck last night because I was anxious to get some new dick in my mouth. When I realized the new dick was was BS I hit up a few guys and boom, creampie delight for me. The camera work sucks because we were more interested in fucking than angles but it didn't cum out to bad πππ. Thanks @u125291845
So, I'm trolling around on Tinder, and I see a guy that I am sure is the old trainer that I tried so hard to get him to put his dick inside. It's not him. Looks like him, though. It's not the same. I wanted to get my guts all rearranged in the private gym. And I wanted him to cheat on his wife with me. Add to all of that, and I wanted him to want me more than his wife. All because he was my trainer. It's a long-running sexual fantasy that I just can't seem to get across the finish line. I am chatting with the dude on Tinder. I don't know, though, as I am up in the air on him, but I'll tell you if something changes.
I went to a dive bar Saturday night. Hanky Pankies, to be exact. I hate, I mean hate cigarette smoke, so I never go inside. It's an immediate headache for me. Fucks up my sinus like it's nobody's business. I don't care what people do with their bodies. I don't. Shoot Clorox in your eyeball if that makes you happy. I don't care. It is none of my business what anyone does with their own body. I know they smoke at bars, I am not special, I don't get to tell anyone what they can or can't do, so I adjust my destinations to fit my needs, not the other way around. So I only go to open outside bars. It solves my problem, and there are more than plenty of open bars here in Daytona. Fuck, I'm off base here. Anyway, I'm out at Hanky Pankies, sitting outside, drinking soda because booze just isn't my cup of jizz. Plus, I always want to be 100% aware of every possible sensation, emotion, and thrill I might possibly wander into. Long story short, Christopher, a younger dude, 27 to be exact, who wanted to shoot videos with me, pulls in. We chat; he's super aggressively flirty right in front of my boyfriend. Chris is a big kid, 6ft 6, and reasonably fit on top of that. He smashes a lot of pussy without too many problems. The longer he talked, the more I wanted my pussy pounded by him. The more he openly expressed his desire to leave me a cummy mess for my boyfriend, which I thought would be a pleasant surprise for him to have to wipe clean later when I got home, the more I wanted to be his spermy mess. So I made an excuse to take Chris for a ride in my truck so he could check out its new lifted state. Off we went for three hours. I was supposed to be right back. First, I gave him a handjob while driving, and he popped all over himself and my passenger seat and door trim. That pissed me off. We didn't have anything to wipe it up with, so I licked his jizz off his hand for him and pulled into the Marathon and got some paper towels to clean up the rest. I keep forgetting to put some 409 and rags in my truck. Then we went straight to my house where he fucked me cock dr-unk for an hour in the gym. I was standing over him, holding onto the handles and riding him, when he blew a massive load into my box. Gravity did its thing and evacuated my guts of his sperm and splashed his nut all over him and my rubber floor when I lifted myself off his long dick. So we dressed went back to the bar, and when I parked, I ended up having to beg him to let me blow him before he left. He said twice was about all he had in him. He was wrong. But it took an hour to get the nut out of his testicles. All of which my boyfriend and his friends had to watch, though they couldn't see it, they knew what I was doing. When I finally got him to blow the third load of testicle juice, I drank it straight down. It wasn't all that much like a baby teaspoon's worth. I was disappointed but understood. Nuts can only make so much joy juice for me in a short amount of time. When I got out, I looked all around for my boyfriend, but someone finally told me he left. I called him, texted him, went to his house, wasn't there, and eventually went home. He was supposed to be okay with me getting my fill of strange dick. He kind of put a damper on my night. I was planning on taking him home and giving him a torturously slow handjob while spilling all my dirty secrets about my infidelity a few hours before.
He finally answered my phone call last night. He said he was all good with it until I pulled back into the parking lot and started eating Chris's cock. Some of the guys he was hanging out with got super personal about it with him, giving him advice and how he should dump me. It just got to be too much for him, so he caught a ride, and they ended up detouring to the Ocean Deck. I see him again tonight. Hopefully, he has his kink mind back on track because I really want to spill the details to him about my night with Chris. I have been waiting to do that now for what feels like forever. I will explode soon if I don't end up with his cock in my hand while I'm describing how Christopher's cock felt inside me to him. Let you know
I found a local guy who says he wants to shoot some videos and is a good-looking 29-year-old. The question is, will he or won't he? I hope so because he looks pretty fun.
Sorry for the MIA I got tied up with a family emergency, not my family but I had to watch some little people. I just can't bring myself to be one of those ding dongs that works no matter what. I have to give them my full attention and everything else is put on hold. Call me crazy but it's just how I am wired. Anyway... Thank goodness I got my house back all to my lonesome. Somebody's dick is going to be in serious trouble by the time I get done with it. Just saying
Hello everyone. Sorry a bit slow on here the last few days. Between shitty photographers and family stuff popping up, it's been a time-eater. If this is my biggest problems in life, then I got shit going on right. Knock on wood and count my lucky stars. Life is rocking and rolling hard right now. Anyway, just a few more days, and then it's all back to me time.
I am into the Hotwife thing right now. It's a lighter version of cuckolding, and there are two versions of the hotwife. The authentic version where the wife goes on her own and the voyeuristic spin-off where the husband insists on watching. I don't particularly appreciate being monitored by the stag. That is what it feels like most of the time. Monitoring. The term "stag" is the guy married to a woman who is fucking around with other men. They have silly terms for everything. Anyway, I don't want them watching me. It isn't very pleasant. A real hotwife stag should sit at home and wait for his wife to come home. Maybe she won't, and perhaps she will stay with her new and better man for a few days. I have done that. It drives guys nuts, almost to the point of breaking, because I won't answer the phone. I give him zero contact and complete radio silence. He has to sit at home and wonder just how much I am enjoying another man's cock buried inside of me. How much harder does he make me cum? What kind of things will I do to please him that I won't with them? I'm sure they wonder if I am falling for him. I probably am. What did you think was going to happen? Why do you think almost every woman on the planet doing the hotwife thing dislikes their significant other watching them? They want to be themselves. Say things, do things, experience things that would severely upset their husbands. It's pure stress with husbands who watch. With cucks, no stress at all. Cucks want to hear me tell them I would rather be with my stud than them. I used to make my favorite cuck clean my boyfriend's house before I stayed the week with him. Sure, it doesn't sound very good to some. But to me, my cuck, and my stud boyfriend, it results in the most intense and fantastic sex possible for all of us. If you have a hotwife thing going on, you need to be very truthful with each other. The ultimate goal for her, and you need to remember this, is she needs to find someone better than you. Otherwise, she is simply fucking some dude she doesn't want to appease your ego. Think of the logic of this. There is no way to dispute it. Why would she ever want to fuck someone less desirable or even equal to you? She doesn't. If she does, it's because she is sadly trying to make you happy. She will think less of you for that. Scary, I know. Yes, she will develop feelings for him, probably fall in love to an extent, and her stud will make her question her relationship with you. It always does. I am telling you the truth, from vast experience. I have left boyfriends and husbands who were deadset on the hotwife lifestyle for the superior stud. You don't get to make the rules even if you believe you are controlling the situation because you are not. Here is the thing, though. The more control you give up, you vastly decrease the less chance she would even consider leaving you. If you support her and are happy that she is happy, she will never leave you. You effectively turn the tables and become the superior man. You will shrink her stud to precisely what you wanted. That would be the man with the cock she enjoys now and then and nothing more. He will be no more emotionally significant to her than an old vibrating dildo that sits in her drawer unused, which is precisely your goal in the first place. I'm just telling you how to get there. Remember that every time she comes home to you, she chooses you, and you need to understand that is massive power for you to have. I know you guys all have a theory of how it's supposed to work in your incredibly selfish fantasy. It never works for her, just you. I have just given you the blueprint for how things go in the real world. It's a cycle, and you have to go all the way through it to win. If I were a stag/husband, I would be terrified to play it out. But it has such a hard sexual draw to it I don't think I could stop myself from playing anyway. Wanna play the game with me?
I was up in the air about even posting these pics. The guy who took them sent me the worst edited images back, 3 of them. This lugnut wanted me to pay him for the rest. He thinks I won't put the unedited photos online because you will know exactly how old I actually am. Hold my beer. Here you go. Another set of pics. Untouched. Just like the last 100 sets or so.
I was kind of hoping for a wet dream last night, somewhat similar to the one I had the other night. I don't know if you remember. I had a wet dream but forgot all about the wet part. In fact, if it weren't for the damp part, I wouldn't have known that I had one. I thought maybe if I had another one last night, I might get the full benefits of enjoying said wet dream. Nope, I got nothing. I think I dreamed about fixing my Jeep. Talk about getting ripped off in the sleep world.
Probably not a good idea to ask a guy on a first date if he has any hot friends. Sometimes I forget where I'm at, which leads to inappropriate conversation. Not that I didn't think he was hot; I'm just thinking the more, the merrier.
Well, I had a video planned today, but it didn't go well. The guy didn't want to get naked in front of another guy. He knew there was a cameraman but thought he could do it. He asked if we could just put it on a Tripod. No, we can't. I want the angles and closeups. I watch these videos myself to rub one out, and I know what I want to see. I want to see your cock inside one of my holes, up close and personal. Tripod videos suck for me. His next request was that he holds the camera. No, you don't get to hold it. If you did, I would be looking at the floor, the ceiling, everywhere except your dick in my pussy. Wasted hour but such is life. I never even saw his dick which I kind of really wanted to. Just like you want to see my tits and pussy, I want to see the dick and balls. All is good, I have a date, and I am on my way now.
Just a quick video with my patented face filter. It's easy to use. Just tell the person holding your phone and recording that if they want to keep their dick attached to their body then they better keep your face out of the video. Best filter ever!
Lets do this thing. Check out this pic. I let a photographer take these. Never again with photographers. I'm to old for the silly games, the constant motivation and rah rah, you the best cheerleading. Plus, he sent me back the finished version of a few and they weren't even me. I mean they were me but they really weren't me. He edited the fuck out of them to the point I didn't even recognize myself. Why? Why the fuck would you do that? If I wanted to look like a plastic tard knocker, I'd go see a shitty plastic surgeon. I think I have covered the bases of editing my body with my tits. If I wanted more, I'd get more. I don't. I honestly don't give a fuck who thinks I look like a beat up mudflap. They don't have to look. I like my look, I could not care less what anyone, including you, thinks about how I look. And I most certainly don't want to join the fucktard edit my entire look crowd with video filters and photo editing. Do you really want to see someone who isn't even remotely that person? I don't. I want to see them as they are. I fucking hate, and I mean hate, going to conventions only to find they are 10 dress sizes larger, zero resemblance to their photos and now even their videos are massively altered. What kind of crap is this? I hate it. I can assure you I will never allow this ding dong to ever even get remotely close enough to me to even consider taking another photograph of me. No more ranty lecture crap. Fuck him, it's water under the bridge. Fuck that, one more thing. I could have taken better photos with my godamn phone. Unless you are just fucking around and wasting time, nobody needs a $10K camera. I can whip out a set of pics in 10 minutes, resize them less than a minute, and put them online in 30 seconds. None of this move this light, change this setting, hold this, hold that, okay, I got a pic, will you please for the love of all that is holy in porn just take the fucking pic. I have never been with any photographer, and I have been with the biggest of names in the adult industry, that didn't just take forever and a day. I get the same results out of my Galaxy Z Fold and S-21 as they do out of their billion dollar setup. Oh... all you photographers are going to hate me. Don't. I don't hate you. Stick with weddings or whatever, that makes sense. Everything else they make a cell phone that will do the job just fine. Anyway, said with a big smile on my face, let me know what you think of these pics. Just so you know, because over the years I have learned never to trust anyone with a camera, nobody leaves until I have a copy of anything and everything shot of me. Its often in some whacky "Raw" format and huge files but they are the pics as we shot them, no edits. Making him leave me the raw files paid off big time otherwise I would have zip for my time and effort other than a stack of clown pics. Anway, here is one fine example of why I will forever stick with my cell phone and some dude with a hard dick to push the button on the screen for me. Or just use a selfie stick or tripod when needed.
Why this video? Did you ever just want to hold a dick in your hand? Probably not. Let's rephrase that. Did you ever just want to finger a pussy till it squirts goo? If you have, the same thing. Sometimes I just want to do things to a penis. Not fuck it, not suck it, just do things to it with my hands. Especially if I am in the mood for cock but saving the pussy for the better dick. The lesser dick is my go-to grab and rub. Today's rub and tug was the more inferior dick but fuck if it wasn't fun! Enjoy! @u125291845
What is the most significant benefit of being married to or having a girlfriend that lives the hotwife lifestyle? That is an easy one. When I strikeout, and I often do, he's going to get his dick fucked off the second I walk in the door. I basically kick the bedroom door open, announce that I'm home, and insist that you immediately show me your dick. Sure, you weren't my first choice, but right now, at this moment, you are my best choice, and I'm about to make your dick pay for that. I know, it sucks that you are not my only when it comes to fucking, but you have to admit the outfits I wear are the bomb. I often wonder what my guys are thinking when I'm showering up, shaving my box, putting on some sexy shit, all so that another man can bury his cock in my guts and empty his testicles on the deep stroke. I don't care who you are. That is some sexy shit right there. The complete sexual mind fuck gets my pussy into a massive and chronic state of swampiness. I also wish I knew exactly how they really feel, what's actually going through their mind when I come home smelling like sperm from another man's testicles. I know how I want them to feel. I want them to be very concerned that a superior man with a superior cock is taking ownership of me. I shouldn't let the cat out of the bag here, but I'm going to. Shhh, don't tell them this but the odds of them being superior to my boyfriends or husbands are slim to none, but that doesn't mean I still don't want them to feel that way. Yes, I am awful that way, but God damn, that stuff turns me right the fuck on. Why am I telling you all of this? I'm really feeling like I need to get this hotwife thing going again. You don't have to have a husband as a boyfriend will do. Then I get the best of both worlds. I have my in-home cock, and I have my away cock, so basically, I am always in cock. A girl can dream.
Yes, I had a romantic date today. It went so well that I wanted to cuddle... with his dick inside of me, and we did just that. He has such a fat and long cock he made soup out of my insides and add the three loads of jizz he mixed things up with, and I am a soppy wonderful sperm mess that walks bowlegged dripping jizz. I love being made a sloppy fuck hole mess. It feels so... I don't know, womanly. Now excuse me while I go drip man nut all over my car seat. In addition, I want to show my new old boyfriend what a properly fucked pussy looks like, so to the house, I go!
What is the fastest thing I have ever said that ended a relationship? Odd question to ask but okay. I have the answer without thinking about it. Context first. He was changing his mind on our open relationship, and I preferred it stay the same. He got angry and called me every possible derogatory name in the book and finished with, "You do know how big of a whore you really are!" To which I replied, "yes, yes I do, so much so that I was just thinking how perfectly your best friend's cock fits in my ass." Which was true. It was thin and not too long, just perfect for a superior ass fucking session.
First things first. I don't know what the first thing is. I'll wing it. Fuck. I'm at a loss. Let's see. Okay. I'll make a table of contents, so I know where to go here.
1. How I alter the fantasies you send me.
2. Why I don't see travelers anymore.
3. I will hopefully be tipsy on sperm by tonight.
I'm changing the order. Why I won't see travelers anymore, unless you are here to shoot a video, or I know you already, as in really know you: Simply chatting with me online is nowhere near up to knowing you. If we already fucked, then I know you. Maybe not well, but close enough! But why Brooke? You used to get together with strangers all the time! Yes, I did. And I still do, but with local strangers and visitors that are (here locally) and pay attention to this as here is the key part... that I find out and about, by chance, and in Daytona. If you are local, a stranger, sexy as fuck to me, and play it right, I might just relieve your testicles of whatever sperm they may be holdingβjust saying. But yes, for the longest time I did make plans with travelers, and I loved every minute of it. But I did that for 20 years, and now I'm not. I'm taking my ball and going home. Seriously, it's too much now. I can finally do what I want to do when I want to do it. Having to plan get-togethers with folks coming in from out of town is a complete drag on my complete non-schedule. It stresses me out. There is no flexibility with travelers, and you have to be there for them even though they are often delayed, further screwing up my non-schedule lifestyle. Friends, aka "people I already know," know where I am and get a hold of me when they get here, and they hang out till I get home. I have been working well over 30 yrs and 20 plus in the same career field of porn. It's my time now, and I plan on staying busy in the world of adult until I can't get a guy to fuck me anymore. Which will hopefully be never, but who knows? I am doing things my way now, and that way is the least stressful way I can possibly make it. Not planning around guests and such arriving here in Daytona is very much a big part of eliminating stress by not tying up my schedule if things cum up. So, unless you are a local, an established relationship, family, then I am not planning anything with anyone for the sheer sake of not planning anything with anyone. Unless, of course, you are a local and your dick is hard, and you look good, and you are willing to let me do bizarre things to your body with mine... then I will certainly plan a serious fuckfest. Again, just saying.
How I change your fantasies that you send them to me. It's simple, I take what I like, discard what I don't, and give them a whirl if it seems like a good idea. The problem is some guys get upset that I don't just pull the porn con and agree that everything you tell me is the hottest thing I ever heard. I am not going to lie to you about it. If I don't like it, I'll tell you nicely unless it's something obviously stupid like cleaning your dick with Clorox. Someone asked me if I would make a video doing that. No, I won't. Most of the time, there are portions of your fantasies that I do like, along with some of that I don't. This guy had a pretty good written out fantasy, he knows who he is, and he likes bondage, me tied up, blindfolded, and being fucked by a stranger or without knowing who is fucking me. I wouldn't say I like being tied up. I've tried it more than a few times, and it never was my thing. Not that I don't get it. I certainly can see how it could be a massive turn-on and think it's perfectly fine to play it out. However, again, it's not for me. Being fucked by a stranger blindfolded, maybe. I'm very visual, though, and I want to see the cock. I want to see it going in and out of me. I want to see his body tightens up and hear his breath suck in as he cums. I would put a mask on him, so I didn't know who he was. Then I get all my senses back. As for being tied up, I want everyone to know that I am letting him put his cock inside of me of my own unrestrained lust and will. I want to guide his dick inside of me with my hands, so he knows I want his cock in my guts. I want to be subservient willingly because I want his dick to be inside of me that much. I don't want that taken from me. It's a huge part of my sexual desire. Being drawn to what someone's cock can do to my insides, my mind, my entire body, to the point of making me plead for his sperm... it's a perfect sensation/feeling. If you tie me up, I feel like a lot of that has been removed. There are valid arguments as to how I'm wrong, but the unfortunate part of this whole thing is that my pussy could care less about valid arguments. It wants what it wants, just like your cock wants what it wants. Now, there are give and takes here. If you are willing to provide me with some of what I want, I will give you some of what you want. I completely understand that we all have fantasies that we not just want but need to play out. If I care about you as a friend, I'll explain the use of friend later; then, I will help you with your fantasies if I can. It's never a one-way street, so you better be sure of what I will ask of you before you commit to it. I always make you go first.
I am getting fucked this afternoon. Yay for me! He makes cum every time all the time, so I and my vagina are so ready for him and his cock! Fuck, it's Wednesday, and I haven't been fucked since fuck I don't know. Friday? Maybe Thursday, I'm not sure. To much manual labor as far as cumming is concerned. My pussy desperately requires something else besides my finger and vibrators. I'll get with you later on the details and maybe pics if he lets me. Please don't count on it, though. He is fickle with his pickle.
I have been actively working on getting my clit bigger. I am winning this quest for a massive girl cock. The best part is that the bigger it gets the massive increase in sensitivity is positively amazingly insane. I squirt girl sperm with just the touch of the head. I am seriously in love with my girl boner. I stare at her every day and every day I want it to keep growing. The way it feels when it snakes down and kisses the shaft of a cock is pure electric pleasure. It can't be described. I don't need to, I am living it and I thank my lucky clit stars every day ββ€οΈβ. Check this video out and see for yourself if it is not growing to epic girl cock proportions πππ
Here are some weird photos. They're not exactly my norm. I want to show you what I went out in last night. I wasn't planning on getting laid, nor did I, but in the back of my mind, I was kind of hoping I would end up in the bathroom, bent over the sink and getting railed by a big fat biker cock. These are the things that run through my mind. I should probably see somebody about this, but I figure I'm having too much fun, so why bother. Anyway, enjoy the pics. I have plenty more for later on, so watch for it.
I put a post up yesterday and forgot to push the send button. It sat there for about 6 or 7 hours. Oops.
I woke up this morning wet. I hate saying this because it may sound bad, but at first, I thought I wet the bed because there was a damp spot. Upon further investigation, I realized my clit was fully erect via a mirror, and my box was super lubed from chick goo. I wasn't even horny, and I can't remember dreaming about anything. I feel like I have been ripped off of a pretty damn good wet dream by the degree of my wetness and the size of my clit. Now I'm horny, and I don't even know why. Life, it's funny sometimes.
I find it odd how some people feel shamed and others proud by the same event. I am watching the news, and some lady got fucked by two guys, probably 18 to 21. I know they were of age, just not the exact age, consensually, and several times over several days. She happened to be married to a prominent community member, and I guess she still is for now. The two guys were AirBNB guests in the house next door. They were also black, and she completely MILFY white. I'm sure this just added on against her goofy husband's pink polo shirt wearing pride. Now he is leading the charge to end AirBNB's in his community. Saying this is the kind of people that short-term rentals bring. I think your wife found those kinds of people to be OK. So OK, in fact, that she let them insert their big black penis's inside of her. Guys who were 25 yrs younger than her, she went next door and put their cocks inside her. More than several times. I don't know about here, but if I let guys stuff my insides full of their dick more than once, it's because they stuffed my insides properly. But anyway, he now says his wife is so ashamed she won't even leave the house. How did she get caught? Her neighbors had security cameras that picked her up fucking and sucking in the backyard. One of the first things that came to mind when I heard that is why is a neighbors security camera pointed in such a way that they can see the neighbor's backyard pool area? But that is neither here nor there. She got caught with a dick in her box. It happens to the best of us. But being ashamed about fucking 2 studs? Why? Technically she is the winner in life here. She spent several days getting fucked by two 18 to 21-year-old banging hard cocks. Sure, I know her kids are ashamed, and her husband's embarrassed, and all the neighbors are looking at her funny. But in the end, all she did was get fucked. Who doesn't want to get fucked? I would walk around that neighborhood with my head held high, strut around with my tits out and be like, Yep, that's right, I had 18-year-old Dick buried deep in my married cunt, you uptight cock sacks. You know you wish it was yours, so just sit down and shut up. Anyway, I have no idea why she would be ashamed. I think it's more the husband that is ashamed than anybody else. Mostly because his wife fucked two studs repeatedly, which indicates that she enjoyed their cocks rearranging her insides. I want to meat this lady because I think we could party well together. I doubt her husband would enjoy my company because I'd have his wife sucking sperm out of cocks every damn weekend. Just saying.
Post 1 of 2: Good Monday morning, everyone. I hope everyone is doing good. Another week, more of this stuff shoved in your face by me. Sorry about that. I can't help myself. It is what it is. Photos first. It is MILF Monday, and that means MILF pics. Just think, if the first time you ever tried to breed a chick properly was me? You fucked your best friend's mom, and you did your best to put another mini best friend inside of her. She found you that irresistible that she let her son's best friend try to do just that. I find that hot for some reason. Man, I am fucking out there in the sexual deviant land today. And I like it.
I need a super sexy T-shirt that says, "My vagina would like to know if your penis can cum out and play?" Because that is precisely what it would be saying right now if it could talk.
So let's recap the weekend and see what went on. I really can't think of that much; sexually, it was pretty much a strikeout. A couple of bad dates, though I did have some good solo sessions but not quite sure that counts. I have nothing promising on the horizon as far as getting a box full of dick. I'm going to need to change that. Another day or two without a dick in my box is going to make it a furious box. If it goes too long without being fed semen, it gets angry. It will try and eat your dick clean off when it's hungry like that. I have had guys go home complaining about how sore their cock is when my vagina is in a bad mood.
I miss Scott's dick. He used to stick that magical thing in me, and I would melt. My poor box was lost for years after we quit fucking. Nobody has ever been such a magnificent master of my pussy since. His cock caused me to make many horrible decisions, yet still, they were worth it to feel him overflow my box with his sperm. Ahh, the good old cocks. Wonder if I would be disappointed with his cock all these years later? I will probably never know. What would I say to him if I ran into him? "I was thinking of you. Actually, I was thinking about your cock. Wait, I was thinking about your cock throwing all up in my vagina. I guess I was thinking about my vagina, and it was thinking about your cock trying to put a baby in it. Are things getting weird yet?" Probably go something like that.
Last week I was invited to join a group for some kind of Internet radio or podcast, I'm not sure. It was supposedly a group of MILFs, and they wanted us to talk about sex and such. The show's idea was that guys would call in and ask questions about sex, and we were supposed to answer them using our experience as anecdotes. Generally, I am okay with that. The only problem was we were going to get the questions in advance to make up answers that would make you guys horny and want to listen to more. As most of you know, one of the critical aspects of my life for happiness is making cocks erect. As I listened to the other MILFs on the group call, I noticed their only concern was how they would profit from this. My only real concern was we were cheating by coming up with the questions first and pretending that they were real. I get it. Money makes the world go around. But they were sitting around trying to develop questions intended to appeal to the broadest possible audience to drive traffic to individual websites, and that isn't for me. As most of you know, I'm as whacked out as they come when it comes to sex. I refuse to sell myself to whatever happens to be the popular sex trend of the day. My faith in porn is waning each day as these ding dongs come up with new and improved ways to part you, the consumer, from your money. Whatever happened to just putting yourself out there, being honest about what you like, and quit trying to trick everyone into thinking you are the sex bomb of the century. So, I said no thanks. They were cool about it, didn't ask me to explain myself, though I would have if asked.
Hey, you, yeah, you. Quit bitching about me not talking about one specific kink 24/7. I am not a one kink girl. My kinks are like a roulette wheel, and nobody knows where they will land on any particular spin. Rest assured, I will get back to whatever it is I said that piqued your interest. I spin the wheel that often.
Dates are starting to suck lately. Maybe leading with "So fucking anyone good lately?" isn't the most fantastic way to start a date with a new guy. Wrong move on my part, but who knew? Telling me about your exciting career as an IT security guy and the amazing saves you made recently... acceptable maneuver for the first date. Telling me exactly how you made them will bore my vagina into dryness. Telling me how much money you make turns my vagina into the Sahara Desert. I was leaking desert sand out of my shorts by the time I left Rip Tides. So if you were wondering if I happened to get my vaginal canal stretched out by a dudes cock, I can assure you that it remained entirely untouched by dick.
What went wrong? I don't know for sure. I think he wanted more of a romantic love story-type first date. I wanted a cheesy porn-type date where jizz is dripping off the ceiling light. Every time I steered the conversation towards sex, he would laugh uncomfortably and drive it right back to Disney-style dialogue. I don't have time for Disney anymore. I want to hear how you are going to pump so much nut in my mouth sperm will leak out of my nose. Check, please! Your place or mine? Car is also good if it's good for you? What am I saying here? I wanted to smack the snot of this guy. Then pound the snot out of his balls while his dick is bottomed out in my guts. Is that asking too much? I think not... but I could be wrong.
I understand. Some of you think you want a forever girlfriend/wife. Good for you. I am not forever anything. Your dick is permanent until I think someone else's dick is more fitting than yours. Which means you might have a week or two of forever pussy. My point, if there is one. I am that person that is simply going to use you to get to your dick, which I will then use till I find another dick. Sure, I may revisit your dick from time to time over the years but rest assured my cunt will be dripping sperm from another man at any given moment. I suggest you use me in the very same fashion that I am using you. In the phrase "Friends with benefits," simply substitute the word "Friends" and make it "Pussy with benefits." This may sound cold, but I realized the other day even my girlfriends don't refer to the man as the actual subject of the conversation. He is just the by-product of the penis. Carry, who is more of a slut than I am, which is hard to believe yet somehow true. She was going on about how she had this dick that bent down and hit all the right spots. How she put it was like this. "I am getting fucked by this cock tonight. It bends down and touches me just right. It makes me cum every time. I just hope the guy bringing it showers it first because he is heading over straight from work. I hate stinky dick." I was like.."Wait, you are referring to him as like the custodian of the penis like he isn't even there." She replied, "Thats what he isn't he?" I thought about it, and even though I somewhat feel the same about cock, I wasn't that hardcore about it. I tend to make friends with the owners of cocks I like. Then I thought about it some more. Why am I making friends when I have the perfect amount of them in my little circle? So I can get to the dick more readily when I need it. She is just candid about it to herself and everyone else.