I wish I had updated this sooner. In less that one week, I have slept with my ****man, My novelist (yes he writes books) – whom I shared by bed with for many nights unless someone else was in there.

I also gave a Handy to the guy I gave my first ever handy too, many many moons ago.

The next evening I pashed 3 guys and 1 chick.

The evening after that, I had crazy manic full on hardcore sex, with explosive orgasms’ (yes I also got head) in the bed of an enemy. I’m pure evil. To top it off, once we were done, and I was reaching for his fingers to edge inside me for one more good time, he announce he is Married. Married with two babies – oh buts its ok, my wife’s a fatty and I haven’t had sex with her in over a year, and this is the first time I’ve done something like this, and you’re not just a casual fuck, I would really like to see you again. Then he showed me pictures of his children and wife.

Now I’ve read a fair bit about this, and seen many movies, and it literally crushes me when I see a married man do this to his wife. I have sunk to an all new low. I slept with a married man. I can’t believe it. I’m shocked. But I was also that out of it, I can’t say I wouldn’t have still done it, even if he had told me he was married.

He has a wonderful body, beautiful shaped muscles on his calves and forearms. He is a dreamy early thirties, and I can officially say, perhaps age does mean increased experience. He was 100% better that the 39 year old I slept with a few months ago.

So, after conquering three sexual partners this week, I’m officially spent. I’ve also realised I am alcoholic. I start my first meeting tomorrow. Yesterday was a struggle but I managed to survive on only two glasses of wine and one beer. It was hard work but I achieved it. I’m also so broke. This weekend I’m attending a local whore house with a few female friends. Hopefully I get to make some cash, I haven’t resorted to this since I was 15 years old and worked as a professional whore with a high class junkie, yes they do exist! Wish me luck for money!

Yes, I’ve been a little whore. I’m a self proclaimed Slut. I try to have class about it. My dear ***man whom I had only graced my sexual skills on by giving him head about a month ago, was invited to a mutual gathering. Needless to say we stumbled back to mine and used two out of the three condoms he had bought in his pocket as ‘preparation’. The sex was ok, nothing to scream home about, and the weird thing was, he shaved his chest hair? i’m still confused. I don’t understand why a guy would do that? Anyway, he was damn good at making me cum with his fingers deep inside me. I milked that as often as I could.

The following evening, I have always dreamt about Marrying a Canadian. The closest I have was fucking an American. And the Canadians are good. I haven’t proceeded to fuck him yet, I’m sure that will happen tonight. But he went down on me. And I have now discovered the 3rd person in the world who can make me cum through it. I was again also honored later that night with ‘best headjob I’ve ever had in my life!’ – his words. Oh how they echo the many men before him. I pride myself on being able to bring a man to cum on my command. My Boyfriend also taught me how to give a damn good Hand Job a few weeks ago so I’m starting to incorporate that into my already action packed 10minutes of mouth pleasure.

Canadian tasted good. And he kissed me long and hard right after I swallowed. I like a man who’s not afraid of his own dirties. He liked to pull my hair. Which I’m sure I get more satisfaction out of it then he does. Tonight I’m trying to try have a threesome with him. I’m on the hunt out of the many women I come across, to find one willing to let me tenderly peel their lacy’s off with my tongue, allow me to slide my fingers inside and play with her ass as my tastebuds flick long and hard over her clit, all the while, I’m getting fucked from behind.
I’m trying to find her, buts it a hard job to accomplish.

My Canadian likes to circle my clit with the tip of his fingers, He sure knows how to get a girls pussy pumping. He wanted some intimacy this morning. Something I only save for my boyfriend. He was politely refused.

Tonight I have my ‘crush’ coming over for some joints. There’s undeniable sexual tension. Oh how I would love to rip his clothes off and have him thrust into me with mad passion and fire in his eyes. He is a fisherman. A hot, Sexy, smooth Fisherman. Someone I would take home to marry. Pity I’m only here to fuck. I think he might be somewhat inhibited in the bedroom. I can’t wait to find out, teach him, blow his mind… and cock..

I’m trying to get this blog on my i-phone, So I can update with any action.

PS: I Think I’m a sex addict.

Ok, I now know im a terrible blog writer, not keepi ng up to date, yes lots of sex and cocks and heads jobs, but ive forgotten it all right now, i just smoked half a weight of rock. been a few months if not years of that amount, now im high, my girl who provided is sitting on the couch messaging between her boyfriend of 4 years who knows nothing of her rock habbit, and the guy who is married and a cocaine dealer. Truth is, i have dreaming of nothing but fucking women. girls i know, girtls i’ve fucked, porn stars and people i invent in my sleep. And to tell the truth, i cant cum masturbating anymore unless i think of a nice hot tanned slim chick spreading my thighs and lapping at my juices… i plan to make this an action tomorrow night. With a dominant butch who just wants to spoil the tender clitoris of an eager whore..

After all, I am ‘Scripts of a whore’

I probably wont have time before my next sexcapade… So before I forget, I just wanted to say the next night my boyfriend came over, we fucked for 2 hours, he made me orgasm 7 times.. we went further with anal, apparently a clit tickler in the ass feels amazing!! I wish i’d listened earlier.. I’m studying on how to ease the pain, maybe then I can take him all the way in.. Fingers says my gay friends, work it up..And the scariest thing never happened, I thought there would be like gross stuff on the condom, and you never do! its like you’ve just had a colonoscopy..

Anyway its in trade of him giving me head, because I know he can.

Ok now im off to have webcam sex with an American guy I slept with in Scotland. The first one out of the breakup. I owe it to him for sexual awakening, why not let him watch when I wank.. (I say wank to masturate, i do not have a penis, i am part tom boy)

Here I go.
Dammit! I have to wait 5 mins. I’m horny as hell though. ohh..
Whilst we wait, I shall share his thoughts..

American says:
i want to see you naked again so badly
American says:
wish he would hurry up and fuck off.
American says:
i am gonna have to wait before picturing you again tho, dont want to be wondering around with a massive boner while he is around

Attempt Two…
He has to restart his computer. Maybe I can get one in before it comes back on..
Attempt Three..
No matter what happened, we couldnt have two cams running at once. So down im downloading skype. Even though I wanted to be the last person to. But I need this, I havent done web cam with him in like 4 months..
Attempt Four:
American says: now gonna push the boundaries so tell me to fuck off if you want
Me Says: Go ahead, u underestimate me.
American says: Do you have any anal toys?
Me Says: I’m so glad you said that!

So looks like I might have a teacher to ease me into this anal thing.. So i will be ready for it in real life..

I suppose I should continue where I left off. It’s just that I get so distracted. I’m made myself cum two times in procrastiation of updating this blog… But I can’t leave a story unfinished, especially since its the truth and I have a terrible memory so I would like to remember it..

OffShore guy, Thats right, got hot & heavy on his lounge, he instantly unzipped to let himself out. Now I’m fussy, well ok not really, when it comes to male hygiene. I prefer circumcised (although the love of my life had the most beautiful natural dick) and I also liked trimmed. This guy had heard my warning. What shocked me though was the size of it! I looked like some donkey had died and they cut the dick off and gave it this skinny guy instead. It didn’t look that big in the picture he sent. But looking at it from above, the width across 8cm (I am measuring it against my clit tickler) and the thinkness probably 3. So it looked like a squashed donkeys dick really. But I did have to use two hands. I gave it maybe 5 up/down stokes, linking my knuckles together, holding my hands around it and pressing my thumbs together against the bottom side of the shaft. After five, yes I said five strokes and him groaning.. grunting rather, he announced he was going to cum! Where I said? ‘On ur face’.. I couldn’t have cum on my face, I was planning to meet Salad Boi.. he messaged me and said ‘All poetry aside, would you submit yourself to a night of passionate lust with me?” I had responded with a simple ‘Be there in 20′.

So i had a decision to make, I looked around for something to capture it in, I didn’t want to put my mouth near it. For one, if he pushed my head down I would choke from the size. (and i would cut a guys balls off, it shows no respect to push a head down). Secondly, despite he had trimmed, I could still smell… dick sweat.. It has its own freaky weird little smell.. All this pulsed through my head in a tenth of second then his face changed into pure ecstacy, and I reluctantly put my mouth around the top and allowed him to fill it. It tasted nice. I like nice tasting sperm. My current boyfriend’s sperm made me almost vomit. It was like eating the shit out of a sewer, gross.. needless to say he doesnt get head. Anyway, so his guy came in my mouth after my presence barely being there more than 4 minutes.. He was still shaking, so I swirled my tongue around, pressed my lips together and sucked him softly whilst the last of his orgasm shaked away in spasms. I excused myself, washed my face and advised him I needed to leave. He said he would call to arrange him to pleasure me the next day. Yeh right I thought, and I was right.  He messaged to ask if I would do Anal. I said not with a stranger.

So once I left his house, I raced over to my fuckboy Salad Boi’s house. He was drunk. Just a little, but it felt so good to see him again, we embraced and kissed in the street as he greeted me. He commented I smelt and tasted nice. (thanks to the perfume and mentos). I grinned cheekily knowing he had just tasted the disguised cum of another man. Revenge for ending it with me you can say.

We went straight to his room, I proceeded to go down on him, I love giving him head. He is nice and petite, a little smaller than average, but it allows my entire mouth to expertise him with, leaving my hands free to stroke his chest with one, and the skin below his balls with the other. Then his brother walked in and copped an eyeful of my white ass. I dived under the covers and before I knew it, Salad was down there lapping away at me. He is good, and I know who could make me cum if I let him, But i have only been able to cum from my clit licked from two men, despite my best efforts to hunt out pussy eating lovers.. I pulled him into me and he started fucking me. I reminded him I’m not on the pill (stupid on my behalf) and suggested we do it doggy. I had realised I wasn’t really that in the mood after all. He pumped away and made me cum… I reached under to cup his balls and remind him to blow all over my back.. He tried.. He missed. He shot straight in me. He is the only one I ever have unprotected sex with, I’ve been tested so I know he’s safe… and he would let me know if we needed to use condoms.. He held me and said he was looking forward to waking up beside me after it had been so long. I told him I wasn’t staying and I had to go. I got dressed and left him with a distraught look at the prospect of our first night apart after a fuck. It was my way of saying goodbye to him. I went home and masturbated to sleep..

*EDIT* I just made myself cum again watching the below vid. Also, I have a picture of OffShore Dick, only his dick, he sent it to my via mms… Should I post it on here? Its not identifiable, but if u think I should let me know!!

*EDIT AGAIN* Pic posted on prev post.

*This was written 24hrs ago, I was just too busy/lazy scared/stoned to create this blog*

In the past 24 hours I’ve made out with three men and had two cocks in me.I’ll start at the beginning of my day.

I saw my boyfriend who I am only with to try an replace the love, comfort and empathy to help me get over my last relationship. The love of my life. At first I thought I was actually falling for this new man, but as it happens, my mind has finally figured out he is just a replacement. I know I’m a bitch, but I can’t help it. I’m addicted (like most young women my day) to the attention, the sex, the feeling of being wanted.

I gave him an apology kiss. I had been a bitch. The air was tense, I’d made a mess of things. I’d hurt him really bad with my drunken words a few nights prior. But still, he seemed please I made such an effort to stop in for a hug. But my mind was pre-occupied. I had a new conquest. From the internet.

I discovered most girls in their early twenties (and blokes too for that matter) are utilising the technology of internet dating to find their mates. And many I have found. Including my new boyfriend who was meant to be purely a casual fuck. I’d slowed down on the whole replying to all the men thing lately though, I was tired, I cooled it off for a month. But The night before last, I decided to check. There was a message from a guy I had been talking to, all it had was his mobile number. I could see I had previously messaged him back a bit, but alas, he deleted his profile. So I had no idea who the hell this guy was. I thought ‘fuck it- why not’. So I messaged him my username via text and that he deleted his account so I’m sorry but I have no idea who he is. He sent me back a picture of his long hard massive cock. I denied interest by not even bothering to reply. There’s nothing like showing no interest to get a mans attention. Normally I would be quite offended to receive an image of ones cock, without any prior knowledge or conversation with said person. I was bored, who cares. So I told him it needed a trim.

He messaged a few hours later.. My answers were short, yes/no and simple questions like : What’s your fav position? What do you drink? yadadada.. He invited me over that evening for drinks and a movie. I had quite a busy day and kept him hanging, not entirely sure I would actually have the time to meet some stranger. But I got home early, changed into a lacy g-string which consisted of pearls only, easy access to enable myself to get head from the get go. I love head, head is my thing. This is always my agreement with the men I meet. To give me head. And preferably before anything else. So I txt when on my way, advising him to lets get the awkardness out of the road and kiss me as soon as I arrive. I need to make sure there is chemistry before I waste time chatting and talking to them, then I normally feel guilty for not likely them, and do something out of pity which I then regret.

I arrived, he kissed me hard and long against my car. I could feel this incredible bulk rubbing up against my thigh. This couldn’t be right, I mean, yes he had sent me a picture which showed it to be quite long, but the thing I could feel pressed into me was like an extra leg! I pushed him away and sized him up. He wasn’t much taller than me, smallish hands (normally a turn off) and a gap between his teeth (mega turnoff). But if he kept his mouth shut he seemed alright, cute enough for a 28yr old. He’d been away at work for 3 months, and it was obvious he was gagging for it. I suggested we go inside; before the effort of his kissing with teeth ripped apart my mouth (I HATE teeth Kissers).

Now during the course of the evening prior to me meeting this Off-Shore net dude, I received a text from my fuck buddy. We ended things not nice about a month ago. I’d resisted all tempation to call or txt him, and finally he had given in. He sent me poetry and mantras throughout the afternoon/evening via  text leading into flirting. I wondered where he was going with this.

Upon going into the lounge room of Offshore’s imaculate, expensively furnished self owned home, I demanded a drink as he promised. In an attempt to stop him from groping me and trying to pull down his pants. I then knew, I would do a duty and be out of there as quick as possible. If he wasn’t so lust ridden with horniness, it probably would have started slow and led into things more glorious, like the bedroom perhaps. He was impatient.