I don't know where to start. Nothing seems to be making sense these days. I have a story to tell. I have to say, I haven't told anyone about it. Sometimes I think it is best not told, but who knows. All I know is that my life has gotten out of control.

Five months ago I got pregnant. Then, my boyfriend dumped me. That's right, he broke up with me when he found out I was pregnant. My world came tumbling down. Unless you have been in a situation like this, you won't know what I am talking about.

I had all of these bills to pay. As you might know, when you get pregnant, you have go to the doctor a lot. My boyfriend didn't pay one cent of my doctor bills. Hell, he ran out of state. I still don't know where he is. I guess that is for the best.

A few weeks ago I had a miscarriage. I felt sick and I went to the hospital. I delivered my baby and he was dead. I never even knew it was a boy until he came out dead. I was devastated. I had taken care of myself so well, to have something like this happen.

The whole time my boyfriend wasn't there for me. Now, he wasn't there for me again. I wish I could explain how much I hate that son of a bitch, but I guess it isn't worth my time. All I can think of doing to him is, kicking him as hard as I can in his nuts. That would make everything better. Maybe not, but I would feel better.

It does bother me that my son is dead and that asshole doesn't even know about it. I haven't even tried contacting his family. I figure he didn't care about me when I was pregnant, he wouldn't care if it is dead.

This is a real story that happened. I don't think of myself of a woman who does this sort of thing, but I was feeling very lonely. Not just lonely, but upset too. If you have been through what I have been, you know what I am talking about. Nothing is like loosing your own child.

“What's wrong Susie?” My neighbor Stan asked.

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I have to admit, this is kind of a crazy story. I fell in love with this guy, and I am a horny girl. Most girls don't do the things that I do. But, I know that is why guys like me so much. They like the things that I do.

I called up my boyfriend and asked if he wanted to do anything. I hate sitting around the house on a weekend. There is nothing more depressing than sitting around the house while you could be having fun. The only time I want to be around the house is, when I am getting fucked. I don't mind being around the house then. Actually, most of the times I fuck my boyfriend it is at his house. He has a really neat water bed. I love getting fucked while feeling the waves on his water bed.

I called him up and asked if he wanted to do something. Stan, my boyfriend, said that he would like to go get something to eat and watch a movie. He said that there is a new movie out about aliens or something. I have no idea what he was talking about. I told him that I would love to do that. Actually, I could think of a million things that I would rather be doing than watching a movie about aliens. But, I don't want to be sitting around the house all day.

I took a shower and I put a little skirt on. It is one of these skirts that has lace around the bottom. It is black, but it isn't made out of leather. This is one of those skirts that you don't wear if you are planning to do any bending over. Unless you are bending over to get fucked that is.

I couldn't decided on what shirt that I wanted to wear. I didn't know if I wanted to wear a button up shirt and not button the shirt much. I also have a nice tank top that I bought that shows off my tits. I didn't know if I wanted to wear that instead. I also didn't know if I wanted to wear any panty hose or not. If I wanted to wear panty hose, what color should I wear? I wish guys had to make decisions like this. I think they tend to choose the clothes that have the least amount of stains on them. Oh, and let's not forget about them choosing the clothes that stink the least. I'm sure they have a hard time finding clothes that aren't full of stains and smell bad. How I wish it were that easy!

I decided that the tank top was what I wanted to wear. It looked good, but not too slutty. I figured an unbuttoned dress shirt would look way too slutty with this short skirt. I also put on white panty hose. White panty hose look conservative, but sexy at the same time. I don't know why I care, but I don't want people to think I am a slut. Just someone who doesn't mind showing off their body.

“Are you ready to go?” Stan yelled through the screen door.

After all of these decisions, I still haven't figured out what perfume that I wanted to wear or the shoes I wanted to wear. Men have it so easy, way too damn easy.

“Come in and sit on the couch.” Yelled at him.

“Okay.” Stan yelled back.

I could hear the screen door slam shut when he came into my place. I put on some perfume and picked a pair of shoes that looked good with this outfit. I ended up wearing a nice black shoe with buckles on them. I think they make me look like a sexy innocent type of girl.

I came out and Stan gave me that smile. It's the smile that tells me I'm looking hot. He does it every time. Men, they can't hide it when their penis takes over.

“Man, you look fucking good.” Stan said.

“Finger licking good?” I said as I hiked up my skirt.

“You are horny today.” Stan said as he watched me rub my pussy through my panties.

“I'm horny every day.” I said as I put my skirt back down.

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I've got a little secret to tell you. I've been doing porn movies. Don't you tell anyone, because I don't want my family to find out. I'm sure one of these days they will find out. But, I don't want them to find out now. I'm sure it would break my mother's heart if she knew what her baby daughter was up to. I'm not much of a baby any more, but she thinks I am. As you can see in these pictures, I'm nothing but pure woman. I've learned to be comfortable with my sexuality. I'm not ashamed of my body anymore. Especially since now I'm making money because of it.

These are from a movie that I just shot. I'll let you in on a little sneak peak. This movie won't be in stores until sometime next year. Sorry I don't have the movie to show you, but the company won't let me show it to you. They gave me these pictures to use if I wanted to promote the movie. I'll give you the low down on what happened. I'll try to remember the dialog the best that I can. I'm sure that I'll mess up here and there, but it's the best I can do.

My costars in this film are Candy and Peter. I've worked with them on a few movie sets in the past. I like to work with people that I know. That way I know I'm not going to catch something. You never know with some of these people I work with. They will fuck anything with a pulse. Me, I'm more careful who I have sex with. Both on film and off. I always make sure that my costars are always checked. They must show me the paper work first, that way I know they are clean. I've heard of a few people catching something on a movie set. That's not going to happen to me. Life is too short to loose it because of some sex.

I got on the set a few hours before the shoot. I like to get there early so I can take a shower and do my makeup. I like to do my own makeup, that way I can make myself look good. Some of these makeup artists don't know what the fuck they are doing. They don't know lip stick from eye shadow. I don't wear a lot of makeup as you can see, but I like a little. I think the right shade of lipstick really brings out the color in my face. I also like just a little eye color to bring out the color of my hair. I also like to take an enema before I do my work. I used to only use one if I planned on doing an anal sex scene. But, now I always do one. You never know when an accident can take place. I like to make sure things roll as smoothly as possible. I also like to give my pussy a quick shave in the shower. I like to make sure that my pussy is as smooth as possible. I think a hairless pussy looks the best on the screen.

“How are you doing today?” Peter asked as he walked into my dressing room.

“Not too bad. How about yourself?” I asked.

“Pretty good. I'm looking forward to working with you.” Peter said as he stood next to me.

I looked up at Peter and he was looking as good as he always does. I've heard that Peter is also bisexual, but I don't know for sure. That could explain why he always looks so good. His muscles are always toned before a shoot and is hair is perfect. I mean, look at his hair. There isn't a single hair on that man's head that is out of place. I wish I could find a man like him for a boyfriend. I have a woman in my life, but it isn't very serious. She is in the biz and we have been fooling around off and on for a few months. I think she is a hot piece of ass, but I don't know if she is serious dating material. She is a little wild for me. That's saying a lot. As you can see in these pictures, I'm not exactly a prude.

“Hello Candy,” I said as Candy walked into my dressing room.

“Looks like we had the same idea,” Candy said as she looked up at Peter.

“I guess so.” Peter said while raising one of his eye brows.

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I think I have finally met the man of my dreams. He is tall, good looking and has a great job. Not to mention, he loves to wear great smelling aftershave. I love a man who wears aftershave, it smells so clean and fresh. A good smelling man brings a smile to my face every time.

My boyfriend's name is Bob. He is thirty three years old, while I just turned thirty years old. I don't mind the fact that he is three years older than me. I have always liked older men. Usually older than Bob, but I think Bob is the man for me.

I cooked all day long. All fucking day long. You see, Bob's parents were coming over to my place for supper. Bob wanted me to meet his mom and dad. I said that I would love to meet them and suggested that they come over to my house for supper. I don't know if that was such a good idea. I had to spend all day long cooking. I made every damn thing from scratch. Even the pasta that we ate!

Bob's family is Italian, so I made Italian food. These are the type of Italians who don't eat any other kind of food. I don't know if they are foreigners or not, but I know they love their Italian food. Bob does too, but he likes other stuff too. Bob says that nothing I cook tastes bad. I don't know if he is being nice or what. I do cook a lot of different stuff for him. He seems to like the stuff that I cook for him.

This is what actually took place.

Bob and his parents come over. Supper was just about finished, so I wasn't too worried. I am the type of woman who worries about how people will accept her. I know that some parents can be picky. The last thing I need to do is piss off his parents.

“Sure smells good in here.” Bob's dad said.

“Thanks, the food will be done any minute now.” I said.

I went into the kitchen and I brought out the meal. I won't bore you with all of the details. We had pasta, grilled fish, and some side dishes. I don't cook Italian food too often, but I got these recipes online. I never knew there are so many Italian cooking sites on the Internet.

“This sauce is good.” Bob's mom said as she ate her pasta.

“Thank you.” I replied politely.

“Why don't you cook like this for me?” Bob's dad asked.

“I knew you would say that.” She said to Bob.

Everyone finished their pasta and I brought out the grilled fish. I grilled two whole fish, but I took off the heads. I can't stand looking at a fish head while I am eating. I don't know how people can eat when their food is looking at them!

“Damn, this fish is better than the pasta!” Bob's dad said as he ate the fish.

“Bob, I demand that you marry this woman right away!” Bob's dad said with a mouthful of fish.

I can tell that Bob must get his character from his mom. Don't get me wrong, Bob's dad seems like a nice guy, but he speaks up more than Bob does.

“It's a good thing that I am married, or I would ask you to marry me.” Bob's dad said to me.

“Oh, that is so nice of you to say.” I said while laughing.

I didn't know what the fuck to say. What was I suppose to say.

“Trust me Dan, she wouldn't want anything to do with you.” Bob's mom said laughing.

“Why do you say that?” Bob's dad said while eating.

“Most women don't want to wait a half hour to an hour for Viagra to kick in. When they want sex, they want sex. Not some limp noodle that functions when you are out of the mood.” Bob's mom said laughing.

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