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Blow Job Contest

Tuesday, December 30th, 2008

Blow Job Contest

I went out with some of my friends to go shopping. We had a girls day out, it was just us girls. We didn't take no one else with us. We went to the mall and looked around. I got a new CD, but that is all that I got. I still haven't listened to my new CD. I don't even know why I bought it, I guess I bought it just to be buying something. You know how good it makes you feel to buy something from time to time. To spend money on something that you have been wanting, or at least think you have been wanting.

After shopping, we went to a fast food restaurant. I'll tell you the name of it, but you will never recognize it. It's a place called Burgers and Fries. I have traveled all over the country and I've never seen another one of these places. As you can guess, they sell burgers and fries. Every now and then I like a good cheese burger and an order of fries. All of their food is good, but the milk shakes are the best. I love their chocolate milk shakes, though I never drink them while I'm eating. I drink the milk shake as a desert, after I am done with my meal. Actually, I eat most of it with a spoon. After it melts I drink it with a straw. Some people think that is silly, it makes perfect sense to me.

We sat around and ate for awhile. There were a total of three of us, so we had plenty to talk about. You know how us girls are when you get us alone. All we do is talk and talk some more. Everyone had something to bitch about, either their job or men in their lives. The strange thing is, we are all single. No men in our lives, though sometimes we go bar hoping and pick up men. Usually those relationships don't last.

I have to admit a little secret, this will probably blow your mind. All three of us are bisexual and we have sex with each other. We don't do it often, only when we are in the mood for it. Usually it isn't all three of us at once, but just two of us go at it. Most of the time we all can't get together at the same time. But, every now and then it does happen and we have great sex. All three of us have sex together, wouldn't men love to watch that on tape! I teased the other girls about taping us have sex, but they all were against it. I don't know if I would really do it, but it might be fun.

Before we went back to my place, we went to a shoe store. I wanted to get some new high heels. I got this hot short skirt a few weeks ago and I have no shoes to go with it. At least that was the excuse that I made so I could get a new pair of shoes. Shoes are so addictive, I wish I didn't have to wear them. I could go shopping for shoes every day of the week. I don't know why, but that is how I am.

When we got back to my place, we just sat around. I knew that it was a bad idea to come here, but I didn't know where else to go. I had spent too much money as it was, so I didn't have any more to spend. Kelly acted like she wanted to go see a movie, but I told her I didn't have the money. I would have went if she could have bought my ticket. I didn't ask, I hate asking people to buy stuff for me. Kelly is a grown woman, she can go to the movies if she wants to. Nothing is holding her back.

I suggested that we go down to the bar. We all know this hot bartender that works down there. This guy is so fucking hot, we all fight about who will get to take him out on a date. None of us has had the chance to do so, but I suspect one of these days we will. They all said they would like to go, so I drove down there. Chuck, the bartender, will give us all the free soda pop we can drink. He won't give us any booze unless we pay for it. But, that is fine with me, I don't have the money for booze. I don't like to drink anyway, I think it's kind of stupid. Why would I want to get drunk and act like a fool? Though, I do like watching drunk people make fools out of themselves.

“I'll take three colas with ice,” I told Chuck as I sat down at the counter.

“Hi, it's nice to see you ladies,” Chuck said as he got us our drinks.

I used to feel bad for taking the free drinks Chuck offered. But, he said not to worry about it. His boss said that he could give pretty girls all the soda pop they wanted. The boss said it was good for business to have pretty girls in the bar. I don't think of myself as being pretty, but I do think Kelly and Jackie are pretty. That is probably just a self esteem issue though.

“How are you ladies this evening?” Chuck asked.

How was I doing? Not too bad since I just got to see him bend over. That nice ass of his will put a smile on any woman's face. Not to sound too dirty, but this guy is really fucking hot. I don't know how women can keep their hands off of him. I know one thing for sure, if given the chance I would fuck his brains loose.

“I'm doing okay,” I said as I took a sip of my drink.

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Bloody Period

Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008

Bloody Period

Every one of you ladies will know exactly what I am talking about. We always get horny when it comes that time of the month. You know, our bloody friend. The friend that we wish that would never come back again.

I get horny when I am on my period. I mean really fucking horny. I can't help myself. The only thing that helps me get through it, is a man. I know men don't like to go down there during that time of the month, but that is when I need it the most. I always tell my men that if they fuck me while I am on my period, I'll give them some extra blow jobs. Men always like to get their dick sucked when they wake up in the morning.

This is a true story. I was dating this guy named Rob. Rob was my boyfriend for about two years. We broke up a few years ago. He got a new job and moved away.

Keep in mind, this is a true story. You can't make stuff like this up!

Rob and I had a date planned. We were going down to my favorite bar to get drunk. I know I shouldn't do it, but sometimes I get drunk when I am on my period. It seems to help the cramps. But, my head cramps the next day if I drink too much! I don't know which is worse.

I will now just tell the story. I know I promised before, but I had to say that about getting drunk. I don't know why, but I had to tell you.

“I need to go grab a pack of smokes.” I said as I went through my purse.

“You don't have any cigarettes?” Rob asked.

“I have four cigarettes. That isn't enough for the whole night.” I said as I lit one of the four cigarettes.

“Where do you want to go to get a pack?” He asked.

“Just any gas station is fine.” I said.

We stopped at a gas station that is about half way between the bar and my house.

“I'm going to let you go in and get them.” I said as I puffed on my cigarettes.

“You want light one hundreds? Is that the kind you smoke.” Rob asked.

“Yes. Just one pack is fine.” I replied.
“I'm going to get a couple of packs for myself while I am in there.” Rob said as he got out of the car.

If there was on thing I hated about Rob, it was that he always ran into someone he knew. I'm not saying it's bad to have friends, but it's not like that. He would run into them and talk to them for ever. I mean, he was in that gas station for at least twenty minutes talking to some guy. I didn't even know who the guy was!

Rob came out of the store with his cigarettes but not mine. I asked him where mine were, he said that he forgot to get them. It pissed me off when he did stuff like that. He would spend all that time talking to that guy, but forget all about me. Maybe I'm a little bitchy, but I like to have my man's attention.

Rob got my cigarettes and we went off to the bar. As we got to the bar, I thought of something.

“If we are going to get drunk, how are you going to drive home?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“If we get really drunk. You can't drive us home.” I said.

“Fuck! I never thought of that.” Rob said as he pounded his fist on the steering wheel.

“I will drop you off, then take the car home. I'll call Carl and see if he can drop me off at the bar. I'll buy him a six pack at the gas station or get him something for taking me.” Rob said as he lit a cigarette.

“Sounds good honey. Please, don't spend all night talking to Carl.” I warned Rob.

I know Rob and I know how he acts. He would probably leave me at the bar all night and come when they are going to close. I know Rob, trust me, I know him.

“If I get him a six pack of beer, he will want to go straight home and drink it.” Rob said.

“You get him a six pack then. I want you with me!” I said as I kissed him on the cheek.

Rob dropped me off and I went inside the bar. I don't know why, but when I go into a bar I always light a cigarette. I think it is because I want to smoke when I see all that smoke. I ordered a Martini and I found a booth to sit in. I didn't want to sit at the counter, because I didn't want to get hit on by men. If I was single, that would be okay. Some men don't mind their girlfriend's to flirt a little. But Rob, he hated it when I flirted with men. One time he threatened to beat a guy up who I was flirting with.

I smoked my cigarette and drank my Martini. It was a fairly good Martini, it was mixed properly and didn't taste watered down. Sometimes the ice in those shakers makes the drink taste too weak. But, this one was just right.

I don't know if I wanted to chain smoke because I was in the bar or if it was because of PMS. When I am on my period, all I do is smoke. I even fall asleep at night with a cigarette in the ashtray. I never hold the cigarette in bed, I always put it in the ashtray after I take a puff on it. That way, if I fall asleep I don't catch anything on fire.

I noticed a call coming through on my cell phone.

“Hello.” I said into the phone.

“It's me Rob. Carl is at the gas station getting a six pack now. I will be there in about ten minutes.” Rob said.

“Okay honey, I'll see you then.” I said right before I hung up the phone.

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Blow Job While Driving

Tuesday, December 16th, 2008

Blow Job While Driving

“Do you ever get horny?” Steve asked.

“What do you mean?” I asked confused.

“You know, just out of the blue get horny.” Steve replied.

“Sometimes, why do you ask?” I asked.

“I'm really horny right now.” Steve said as he stopped the car at a red light.

“Have you ever got a blow job while driving?” I asked.

“No, I have never done that.” Steve said as he pushed the gas pedal down.

I have known Steve for about six months. We are dating, if you can call it that. It isn't anything serious, we aren't going to get married or anything like that.

“Would you like a blow job?” I said putting my hand on his knee.

“Sure, but if I wreck, it is your fault.” Steve laughed.

“If you don't think you can drive, just pull over some place.” I said as I un-zipped his pants.

I un-zipped his pants and pulled his cock through the whole in his underwear. You know the one, the one right in the middle of the crotch. His penis was semi hard. It didn't take long before it was rock hard.

“Oh shit, I don't know about this.” Steve said as I put my lips around his cock.

I could taste stale sweat on his cock. It tasted salty and kind of stunk. He must have been working out today or did something to make him sweat.

“Your cock tastes like sweat.” I said as I went down on him.

“Well, that's what happens when you work all day long in a factory.” He said chuckling.

“You know I don't like it when you don't take a shower after work.” I raised up and said.

“Honey, you picked me up from work. This is your car.” Steve said.

I forgot that I picked him up when he got off of work. That is why his dick cock tasted so sweaty. I felt stupid for even bringing it up.

I went all the way down on his cock. I didn't tease any, I went straight to please mode. I sucked his cock as if I was sucking peas through a straw. I did it slowly and very passionately. If there is one thing I love, it is sucking cock.

“Are you driving okay?” I asked.

“Well, most of the time we have been at a red light. So, I don't know how well I will drive.” Steve said while pushing my mouth on his cock.

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Black Cock Lover

Tuesday, December 9th, 2008

Black Cock Lover

I like guys that have long cocks. I'm not going to hide it, I'm a cock addict. I've loved cock ever since I first had one inside me. I've got something else to admit, I love black guys. I find that black guys have the kind of cock that I crave. These black guys that I have been dating are really well hung. There are no tiny cocks attached to black men. I'm sure there are, but I've never saw one. Not one, that says something about black men, if you know what I mean. I have had all kinds of guys from all walks of life. I keep going back to black men, I just love that black cock!

I've got to tell you something else, while I'm being open and honest. I'm a white woman, so if you don't like the fact that I date black men, you can stop reading this right now. No need to go any further, the last thing I want is someone who is going to put me down. People should be free no matter what their skin color is. A black man has every right to live in this world that a white man has. I asked a doctor once if black people's guts are the same as a white person's. He told me that black people are no different on the inside. That told me that it was more than okay to date black men. They are just like you and me. Well, I shouldn't say that. They are like white guys, but they have bigger cocks. Let's not forget the bigger cocks.

I've dated all kinds of black men. Let me tell you, what they say about black men aren't true. Sure, some of them are lazy. But, there are all kinds of lazy people in this world, not just blacks. The men I have dated all had jobs, good jobs at that. I sucked a guy's cock who was a basketball player. I can't tell you his name, because he would get mad at me for telling people about it. But, after a game, I gave him the best blow job he ever had. At least that is what he told me. I swallowed every drop of his cum and begged him for more! When I say I can't get enough black cock, I mean it!

My last boyfriend was a business man, a rich business man. He even owned his very own company. Now, you can't say that a successful man who owns his own business is lazy or stupid. All he done was work, but I didn't mind. He bought me all kinds of shit, even a new car. He was an older guy, much older than me. He told me that fucking a girl like me made him feel young. I don't know about that, but he was good in bed. It didn't hurt that he had a lot of money, but if he wouldn't have had such a big cock, I wouldn't have dated him. I'm a woman of principal, I'll tell you that much.

This guy I have been dating, he is a big shot at a bank. I don't know what his title is, but he wears a suit every day to work. That is what I call a big shot, that and he has a lot of money. A big wallet and a big cock is what you need to get me. Though, I really shouldn't talk like that. I would fuck him even if he didn't have such a good job, at least I think I would. I've never really thought about it. He is a nice guy, but he doesn't spend as much money on me as the other guy did. I had to break up with the other guy because he got back together with his wife.

We did mess around a little bit after he got back together with her, but we had to stop. He said that he wasn't going to mess up his marriage again. I don't know what he was talking about, the stupid bitch was just out for his money. After she was broke, that is when she called him up. I know how these women are, they will do anything for a buck. I know that I sound like one of those types of women, but I assure you that I'm not. I like guys who have good jobs, because they are the type of man who knows what they want out of life. They are the best in bed, because they get to the point. A rich guy has to know how to handle himself, unless he got the money from his family. Most guys who work hard, have good personalities.

I'm going to call my new boyfriend Alex. That isn't his real name, but I'm not going to tell you that. Not that I'm ashamed or anything, but you know how the internet is. There are all kinds of freaks out there. Also, you never know when these guys are married. Though, I'm pretty sure that Alex isn't married. If he is, he sure is doing a good job of hiding it. I think he might have been in a long term relationship with a woman, but I don't think they ever got married. Every now and then Alex will talk about his son, so he must have been in some kind of relationship.

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Birthday Party

Tuesday, December 2nd, 2008

Birthday Party

“Keep fucking me like that!” I yelled out.

Rick was giving my pussy all the workout that it could handle. I've never been fucked by a guy with such force. It was as if he was trying to fuck a hole that went through my entire body. I was surprised that his cock didn't go all the way to my throat, that is how hard he was fucking me. Not that I'm complaining, I love getting it good and hard.

“Come over here Carl, don't let me forget about you,” I said as I looked at Carl.

“You want some of my cock?” Carl asked as he got on his knees.

“I don't think you need to ask that question.” I said as I put his cock in my mouth.

I was being fucked from behind and I was also sucking Carl's hard cock. This was a birthday party that I will never forget. I wanted to celebrate my twenty first birthday in style, that was exactly what I wanted to do. I was getting fucked by these two hot studs and there were two more waiting for their turn at me. I've never been with four men at one time, but there is a first for everything. I wanted the first day that I could legally drink to also be the first time I had sex with four guys. I know every woman out there would love to have four guys at one time, I know I did!

“I love that nice little ass of yours,” Rick said as he fucked me from behind.

“Give it a little smack,” I said looking back at him.

“While he's smacking my ass with his cock, smack my face with your cock,” I told Carl.

“You are a wild woman,” Carl said as he smacked my face with his cock.

He's right, I think we should live hard and pay the costs later. I'm going to have fun while I'm young, when I'm old and gray I can't do stuff like this. I don't know about that, I actually hope that I'm a wild old woman. You know the type of grandma that everyone thinks is fun. That is the old woman that I want to be. I want to go out searching for guys with my grand daughter. I think that would be the neatest thing ever.

“Do you want to switch?” Rick asked Carl.

“I'll fuck that nice pussy of hers,” Carl said as he pulled his cock out of my mouth.

“If you are going to fuck me, you need to pound me like Rick was!” I demanded.

Carl looked down at me and he gave me a wink. I didn't know what that meant, but I had a feeling that it meant that I was about to get fucked good and hard. I've got nothing against that, if anything, I'm weary of a woman who doesn't like it like that. I can't believe that a woman would want long romantic sex with four guys. Hell no, they would want to get fucked so good, they feel it the next day!

Carl slid his cock in my wet pussy. I think he put some lube on his dick, but maybe I was just really wet. I started to suck on Rick's cock Carl slid his inside me. Every time Carl pounded my pussy, it would jolt my face into Rick's pubic hair. One time Carl fucked me so hard, that I thought he was going to make me choke on Rick's cock. Wouldn't that have been something? I don't know if I would have had to go to the hospital for such a thing. Could you imagine the look on their face's if I came in there with a cock jammed down my throat? I'm sure they would be talking about that for years to come!

Bedtime

Tuesday, November 25th, 2008

Bedtime

“Are you going to put Randy to bed?” Bob asked.

“I will in a few minutes, I think he is still watching his show.” I said looking over at Randy.

“You know how angry he gets if he doesn't get to watch his cartoons.” Bob said while looking down at him.

When you are married with children, every night seems the same. The only difference is, what you have for dinner. Some nights it might be meat loaf while other nights it is chicken. That is about all that changes when you are married with children.

“Mommy, Mommy, look at that cat run.” Randy said as he watched the cartoon.

“He better run before the dog catches him.” I said as I watched Randy watch the cartoon.

“That dog will eat him for a snack!” Bob said.

“Don't talk like that Daddy, I like cats.” Randy said.

The cat ran off of the side of a cliff.

“It looks like the cat is no gone.” Bob said while raising up from the chair.

“No, he is hiding from the dog.” Randy explained.

Sure enough, the cat was waiting for the dog at the bottom of the hill. The dog came by him and the cat laughed at him. This made the dog angry and chased the cat some more. I knew the cartoon was over because it showed both the cat and the dog in a hospital.

“It looks like neither of them won.” Randy said looking up from the TV.

“Looks like you need to get ready for bed.” I told Randy.

“But, maybe there will be another cartoon on after this one.” Randy said glued to the TV.

“There is no more cartoons after this one.” Bob said.

“How do you know?” Randy asked.

“Because, they are going to show a movie next. Didn't you see the commercials for it?” Bob asked.

“I guess not.” Randy said somewhat depressed.

“Let's go brush your teeth and get you ready for bed.” I told Randy.

Randy got up and ran to the bathroom. He is the only kid I have ever known who actually likes to brush his teeth. When he first started brushing his teeth, he actually brushed them so much his gums would bleed. I even caught him brushing his teeth in the middle of the night. I don't know why he did that stuff, but his grandpa scared him about getting cavities.

“I'm going to get ready for bed too.” Bob yelled as he walked down the hallway.

A few years ago we put a small bathroom in what used to be a closet. Bob said that if we have more kids, we will be thanking ourselves that we have our own bathroom. He is probably right, but it still seems a little weird. I could hear him using his electric razor in our bathroom while I was getting Randy ready for bed. I thought it was kind of weird that he would be shaving before he went to bed.

I put Randy to bed and went into our bedroom. There Bob was up reading some magazine. He got a subscription to some fishing magazine. I don't know why he got it, he never goes fishing. He says he likes to read it because it relaxing him. Go figure, I don't understand that one.

I got ready and I laid in bed.

“Why don't you put that magazine away?” I said as I laid next to him.

“Why?” Bob asked.

“Because, I want you to pay some attention to me.” I said back to him.

“Mommy, I think I heard something down stairs.” Randy said running into the room.

“I'm sure nothing is down stairs.” Bob said putting the magazine away.

“Why don't you go check?” I asked.

“Yeah Daddy, go check.” Randy said.

“I'll go check, but you better be getting to bed.” Bob told Randy.

Bob went downstairs and checked if there was anyone down there. It was just the dog running around downstairs. We started letting him inside the house because it will be getting cold outside. I thought it would be a good idea to get him house broken. Maybe it isn't such a good idea.

“What was down there?” Randy asked afraid.

“It was the dog. Get back to bed.” Bob said.

Randy went back to bed. I checked up on him and we fell asleep. Sometimes that kid doesn't want to go to bed for anything. I don't know, but I might have to ask the doctor if anything might be wrong. I try my best to keep him active so he has things to do.

“What a fucking long day.” I said as I lit a cigarette.

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Back Seat Fun

Tuesday, November 11th, 2008

Back Seat Fun

“I'll take a pack of Camel cigarettes.” I told the clerk.

“Would you like soft pack or box?” The clerk asked.

“I'll take them in a box please.” I replied.

“That will be three dollars even.” He said while punching buttons on the cash register.

I laid three dollars down and walked away.

“Thank you ma'm.” The clerk said as he took my money off of the counter.

I lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out of my nostrils. I hadn't had a cigarette in a few hours. My hand shook from withdraw. The smoke felt harsh going into my lungs, but it tasted good. It tasted good because I knew it was going to calm my nerves.

I took a few more drags off of my cigarette. About half way through the cigarette, my nerves calmed down. Isn't it strange how needing a cigarette wrecks your nerves? I haven't been able to figure that one out.

“Another fucking lonely Saturday.” I said out loud as I threw the cigarette butt on the ground.

I lit another cigarette and felt guilty. I felt guilty because I was chain smoking. I can remember when my grandpa used to chain smoke Lucky Strikes. All he would do is smoke cigarettes. He even smoked while he ate. I guess I lit another one because I was full of self pity. I didn't want to spend the weekend alone again.

I sat down on the curb near the side of the store. I know the guy who owns the place, so I wasn't worried about having the cops called on me. He has been a family friend for years. When I was growing up, everyone would hang out at the store. Sometimes the owner would even give us free candy. That used to make our days.

“Hey Cindy.” A voice said from a distance.

I couldn't tell who it was or where it was coming from. It sounded so far away, I assumed they were talking to someone else.

“Cindy, over here.” I heard.

I looked over and he said. “It's me Mark.”.

I hadn't seen Mark in ages. We grew up together and he moved off to go to some fancy college. It always seems to end up that way. No one ever stays in this town, unless they get married when they are young.

“Mark, is that you?” I shouted while running up to his car.

“The one and only.” He said.

“How long has it been?” I asked.

“I don't know. Five years maybe?” Mark said after pausing to think.

I always had a crush on Mark. He is cute, in a nerdy way. I like the strange geeky kind of guys.

“What are you doing tonight?” Mark asked.

“Nothing.” I replied after taking a puff off of my cigarette.

“Would you like to go to the drive in and get something to eat?” Mark asked.

“I'd love to!” I said.

“Get in.” Mark said right before he unlocked the passenger side door.

“This town never changes. It is just the way it was five years ago.” Mark said as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“You know it. Everyone is gone but me.” I joked.

“It seems that way. All of my high school buddies have left. I was surprised to see you here.” Mark said.

Mark put on his turn signal and drove out of the parking lot. I wasn't sure where he was going. The drive in is on the other side of town.

“Fuck! I think I made a wrong turn.” Mark said as he pounded his fist on the steering wheel.

“Yeah, but if you take a left at the light, we can get there. Then you need to go straight for about a mile and take another left on Main Street.” I said using my finger to show him what I meant.

“You look better than ever.” Mark said as he looked me over.

“I lost a lot of weight. I used to be pretty chubby in school.” I said.

“You lost weight, but you didn't loose those nice tits of yours.” Mark said.

What?” I asked shocked.

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At the Beach

Tuesday, November 4th, 2008

At the Beach

Here is a story that all of you girls out there will be able to relate too. I have been married to my husband Stan for the past ten years. He is a great man. Well, most of the time he is. He has had the same job for fifteen years and all that jazz. You know how good men are, they like to keep the same job and they make sure the gas tank is always filled in the car.

We have been trying to have a baby for the past few years. I have wanted a family since I was a little girl. I'm sure you know how it is, you play with dolls and you dream one day you will have a real baby. But, it has never happened. I am almost to the point where I am sick of trying.

Sex isn't what it used to be. Actually, we don't have sex very often these days. We might have it if Stan watches some porn or something, but that is about it. We started going to a marriage therapist. Her name is Dr. Phonic. I have never heard of such a strange last name. Stan didn't want to go, but I said that we should go. I want to have a normal sex life.

Well, to make this story short… We talked to Dr. Phonic and he said the reason why he doesn't want to have sex with me anymore is, he feels that it is too clinical. The doctors told us all of these methods we should try to get pregnant. We were to do it at certain times of the day. We were to do it in certain positions. Stan said all of this made him feel like his was doing a medical procedure and not having sex.

I guess I can understand what he is talking about. I don't feel that way, because I didn't allow myself to feel that way. I never looked at it as being a medical procedure, but an act of love between the two of us. Just because we were trying to have a baby, doesn't mean there isn't any love involved. I guess Stan got so wrapped up in the positions and all of that, that he forgot why we were doing it.

I've never felt that my marriage was in jeopardy. I never felt like Stan stopped loving me. I need to be loved just like any other woman out there. I have needs, I have desires that need to be met. I want Stan to do these things for me. The problem as you know, Stan stopped doing it. It really did a number on me. I went through all of the normal stuff that women go through. I thought maybe he was cheating on me, or maybe he stopped finding me attractive. But, now I know it is none of those things.

The Dr. Phonic suggested that we have a romantic dinner. I thought it was a great idea. Stan on the other hand, didn't think it was such a great idea. It seems like every chance we get to be close to each other, we tries to sneak out of it. But, I had a plan.

I knew that if I could get him to the beach, he would go for a romantic dinner. Not because he wanted to be around me, but because he wanted to see all of the hot women in their skimpy swimsuits. Yes, I do get jealous when he looks at these women. But, I had to do something. Sometimes you have to tempt the animal so it can fall into your trap.

I cooked up a great meal. I fried some chicken, I made some of my famous pasta salad. When I make pasta salad I just cook the noodles, throw in some cubed chicken breast, some veggies, and top it all off with some Italian salad dressing. It is so easy to prepare and Stan loves it. I made some baked beans and I also baked a pie. I made sure that it was apple pie, Stan's favorite.

I knew there was no way he could refuse this meal. Everything was his favorites. Put that on top of the hot babes and there was no way he could refuse. I know my Stan very well.

Stan agreed to go to the beach and we went. I made sure that we were right in the view of some really hot babes. I'm not into women, but I know when kind of a woman men like to look at. They like women with nice big tits and round plump asses. Let me tell you, there were plenty of women who fit that kind of bill at the beach. I did feel a little on the jealous side, but I just kept telling myself this was for us.

“I haven't seen a rack that nice in years.” Stan said while eating a chicken leg.

“I knew you would be looking at them right away.” I said.

“You know me, I love seeing women on the beach.” Stan said with his mouthful.

Yes I did know. That is why I brought him to the beach. I wasn't going to tell him that though. I knew that if I did, he would feel like I was trying to manipulate him or something.

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Anniversary Treat

Tuesday, October 28th, 2008

Anniversary Treat

It was our six month anniversary. Me and my boyfriend Alex were going to celebrate big time. He said he was going to take me out for dinner and everything. I was so happy I couldn't believe it. I don't get out much as you can see. So any time I can get out of the house, it is one hell of a treat for me.

Alex picked me up at my house. I was wearing a sexy white button down dress shirt. I made sure that I had just enough buttons loose so he could see my cleavage. Alex is a breast man. He doesn't hid it one bit. He says I have a nice pair of tits. Sometimes I tell him that he would think any pair were nice, as long as they were attached to someone breathing. But, he tells me he is in love with my tits. What can a girl say? I don't understand it.

“Where are we going to eat?” I asked.

“Do you know that little place over in Rolland?” He asked.

“You mean that seafood place?” I asked back.

“Yeah, the place that advertises the best lobster in the state.” Alex said looking over at me.

“I've heard of that place.” I said.

“Have you ever been there?” He asked.

“No. I hear it is expensive.” I said back to him.

“It is, but only the best for my sweetie.” He said as he kissed me on the cheek.

Alex is such a sweet guy. Now that I am in my 40's, I don't meet guys like him anymore. All of the men are either angry or on Viagra. They are pissed off because they can't get it up and they are pissed off at their ex-wives. Luckily me and my Jim didn't have a bloody divorce. We grew apart from each other and we both knew it. Getting divorced was the best thing for both of us.

I even still talk to Jim from time to time. He has a new wife and they are really happy. Every now and then they invite me over and we watch a movie or just sit around and talk. You know, I don't know if we were ever really in love. I think maybe we were just lonely and needed someone to be around. Don't get me wrong, Jim was a good man. But, we were just different.

Alex doesn't hate his ex wife. Sometimes we go over to her house and he visits his kids. They had two lovely kids together. Alex is so proud of his kids.

“Do you like seafood?” Alex asked.

“I love it! I will eat anything they give me.” I said.

“Would you eat a pile of shit?” He said.

“You are always poking fun at me.” I said while laughing.

Alex is such a kidder. If you don't watch it, he will let loose on you every time.

“I'd eat a pile of your shit honey.” I said while kissing him on the cheek.

“We could film it and make a bundle selling it on the Internet.” Alex joked.

“You look at that stuff on the Internet?” I asked.

“No, my brother emailed me a picture of someone eating shit.” He said.

“I'm sure. You probably jack off all the time looking at that stuff.” I said while giggling.

“I can't seem to jack off while on the Internet. I haven't figured out how to use the computer with one hand.” He said back.

We were now at the place. I could tell because it looked like an old ship. There were life boats next to hit and life savers everywhere.

“So, this is the place.” I said as I got out.

“The best damn seafood in the state.” He said leading the way to the door.

When he opened the door, a gush of smells ran up my nose. It was a good smell, it wasn't the fishy smell that I had expected. We sat down in a booth that was away from everyone. Alex later told me that he called in advance to get this table.

The placed looked like a corny seafood place. I don't mean that in a bad way. There were all kinds of ocean related pictures and objects. There was even a big sand box for people to play in. I seen a few fat people in there playing in the sand. They must of had way too much to drink.

“What would you like Ma'm?” The waitress asked.

“I'll take the steamed lobster with the steamed veggies.” I said.

“And you sir?” The woman asked.

“I will have the surf and turf.” Alex said while looking down at the menu.

“Oh, and I would like to have a couple rolls with lots and lots of butter.” I said looking up at the waitress.

“I never knew you loved butter so much.” Alex said.

“I love butter on my rolls.” I joked.

“I'd like to squirt my butter on your rolls.” Alex replied.

“If you are nice to me, you will get to do even more later on.” I said.

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Anal Sex

Tuesday, October 14th, 2008

Anal Sex

“I am so sick and tired of weekends.” I said slamming a pillow on the couch.

“What are you talking about?” Robert asked.

“Every weekend all you do is watch sports.” I said disgusted.

“That isn't true.” Robert said as he frowned.

“Oh you're right. You also eat the food I cook you. That is all that you do.” I said in anger.

“Why are you so pissed off?” I asked.

“Don't worry about me. Go and watch your sports. Let me know who wins.” I said as I left the living room.

“You don't have to be so bitchy.” He said as I left.

I get sick and tired of this. I've been married to him for five years and it is always the same thing. On the weekends he never does anything that I want to do. The only he does is watch TV. He also eats the food I cook for him. If I am lucky, I can watch him drink beer too. Lots and lots of beer until he passes out on the couch. I can't believe that is his idea of a good weekend.

“What is wrong honey?” Robert asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“Oh nothing. Just trying to figure out what you would like to eat for dinner.” ” said waving a pot in the air.

“Put the pot down. You don't want to hurt yourself.” Robert said as he backed up.

“Don't worry about me. Worry about the final score of the game. Also, worry about the cold beer in the refrigerator. Maybe you need me to get you some more?” I said like a smart ass.

“Whoa… you really are acting strange.” Robert said.

“A woman needs to get laid from time to time.” I said shaking my fist in the air.

“What are you talking about?” He asked confuses.

“You watch sports all fucking day long. All the time I am craving cock. I want cock so bad, I was going to try anal sex with you.” I said stomping my feet.

“Anal sex?” Robert said with a smile.

“Yes, anything to get you to fuck me.” I said.

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