Bubble Bursting

My heart is racing from the anticipation I felt when I press ‘New Post’. Am I ready to actually disclose my sex life? Probably not. But the drug of writing wouldn’t be addictive if we thought of the repercussions.

I somehow smoothed out my life yet create chaos among my sex life. not love life. For my love is split between all three. My sex drive is finally matched to the poor effort of mens lust for sex.. it takes 3 for me to be satisfied!! hahah no not really.. I don’t sleep with them all, all the time…

Last night through to this morning was Phil. Hadn’t seen eachother in about 3 weeks, kept in contact with a quick email every few days between us… texts if we could.. and one phone call.. he came, dinner and a few wines… and fucked me hard like i’d be craving the past few weeks.

The stamina, strength, passion is incredible.. Hot to boot aswell.. Just not as respectful of life as he possibly could be. For his age.

The night before last was Alex. Soft, smooth gentle Alex… He has an amazing brain AND yes a body i love… my kind of guy. We’ve been seeing eachother about 9 weeks… Fucking about 7… We recently just spent the long weekend down south which I only got home from a few weeks ago.. We didn’t shag as much as I’d like.. but communicate and soul share happy moments in wonder we did.

The night before that was Simon. Simple simon. Beautiful, thoughtful and gets dealt a shitty hand, and takes each obstocale and lesson in heed. We make love. I’m teaching him foreplay. We have lessons, its perfect. He has big strong arms, and when he clenches his fingers together and rams me as deep as he possibly can with them… ohh my gspot screams in ecstacy.. He loves me dearly too. We reconnected a few months after our serious relationship ended.

So, In the past three nights I spent each one with a different lover. As their girlfriend I’m starting to think. And It’s just dawned on me, I can’t have three boyfriends. It’s getting too serious with each of them. Oh my god. I really am a horrible person. Yet when I manage to be alone and I lay here in bed listening to the rain, I still masterbate as many times as I can.

I  bought a new little toy, I couldn’t wait to get it home. I used it then and there in between traffic lights.. and my god it was intense. I hosted a dinner party last night and guests happen to accidently stumble across it. Embarassment times ten.

What the fuck am I going to do about these poor mens hearts?

I’m back in the saddle

 

I can still smell his kisses he left upon me as he left for work this morning. On a Sunday morning.

The third penis out of my three in the past two weeks…  I should really start wearing a condom.. it’s just that, well they are all kind of my boyfriends now.. They expect a bit of personalization..

 

Horny doesn’t even begin to cover it..

It’s been a while I know. Am I still a whore? Perhaps not. I miss sex, I crave sex. I did kiss two different men on Thursday night, but fuck, I did not. Though each I could feel the strenghth of their manhood pressing against the restraint of cloth. Desperate for the touch of my skin, my tongue, my mouth. Only one knew the power of my experience. He was bursting the most.

But my dear Mr.N played along well with my innocence. Proclaiming the virtue of greatness. Let’s do this properly. Slow, even though now as I type this, I have the pulsing between my legs, knowing he lives to feast down there. But do I pick up the phone and tell him that? no. I can’t. He messaged during the evening, I awoke from my slumber to his text, admiring me and apologising for not having been able to call. I want him to come here, take hold of me, push me to the bed, bit my neck, press into my crotch, grab a firmful hand of breasts, edge his fingers beneath my hemline, prodding at the flesh that swells, wetening its inner walls to make a clear path for such tips to caress the budding lotus that lies beneath.

Oh my god, I just messaged him. No longer playing the role of innocence. “I can’t do it anymore, I’m too horny”. What would a man write back to that? oh I just want his tongue on my bean!!!! licking!! fuck this, I’m going to bed to put on some porn and have a wank on my own..  It’s been too long since I’ve felt a real cock in me..

Drugs

So, I’m sitting here waiting for a guy to supply me with the shit he promised me at 4 pm. It’s now 8pm. He says he’s just been pulled over. My need of wanting to fuck him Is slowly diminishing. I don’t like being fucked around. I’ve done alot of crack lately but not enough sex. To be honest, in the past 6 weeks I’ve slept with two people. One on numerous occasions and one a regular booty call. Oh look. drug no, not here yet. Fuck this shit. I got guys breathing down my neck for hooking them up with bad shit before.

I Love Doggy Style

 

Everyday I say I should update this. And Everyday I sleep with someone new. Three Married Men, Men with kids, actually I think its four. I went through  a married man stage. And a many other men stage. From the Greek Islands, to the UK, to the America’s and mostly to the defence force. From big dicks, little dicks, uncircumcised and some clean. Clean as in clean skin, cut, sexy, less sensitive for them, but tastier and healthier for us. I have changed boyfriends a few times, From Farmers to Plumbers, Bricklayers to Miners. I have cruised through the road and along the path of my sexual welbeing and discovered many a pleasures. From finally finding a man whom asks me to insert a finger whilst giving him head, From married men all too willing to spend their fortunes on my drinks, my bets, my drugs and my fun. In return, I get pleasured, teases, fucked and licked. I hope I’m giving them a few tricks to ensure their wifes sex life is better enchaned by my mild meddling.

But alas, I have moved on from married men. to the young, well early 30′s late 20′s. Single, dettached, after a woman like me, although not so evasive, unavailable and perhaps not as kinky as I can be.

I crave sex, the sweat, the taste of cum, but most of all the pleasure of feeling my body shudder and send through bolts of electricity. Its like a drug that can’t be bought. But I relish in it all. This past 2 weeks alone, I have been with, umm… A Cowboy, A Cook, A Mechanic, A Miner, A Operator, A Waiter & A Warfare technician. Add two weeks before that, A Car Salesman, A Real Estate Agent  & a Paratrooper in the Army.

This weekend, who knows what I have in store, that depends on what I choose. Oh Oh Oh, but most recently, I shagged a Male Stripper.. Glorious and  giving. After All, I am taker, not a giver..

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck – Your Favourite Slut..

I don’t like the word whore. I prefer the term penis enthusiast.

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!

Addict

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.

I’ve been bad..

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’

Did I mention I like Anal?

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..

Finish the story Already..

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.