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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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Amusement Park

Tuesday, October 7th, 2008

Amusement Park

“I've never been to an amusement park.” I said to Roy as we walked through the gates.

“Let me tell you, you won't want to leave this place.” Roy said with a smile.

I couldn't believe all of the smells that I smelled when I first walked through the gate. I could smell everything from meat cooking to vegetables. It seemed like every person had a handful of food as they walked by. Some people were eating sandwiches, others were eating french fries, some were even eating what looked like a big piece of dough with sugar on it.

“What is that stuff that looks like dough with sugar on it?” I asked Roy.

“They call that fried dough. Some places also call them elephant ears.” Roy said.

“Elephant ears? That has to be the funniest thing I have ever heard!” I said laughing.

This place seemed so full of fun and I haven't even been here five minutes.

“Would you like to try an elephant ear?” Roy asked.

I looked around and saw the other people eating them. They acted like it tasted so good. I had to try one of them!

“I'd love to, but I don't think I can eat a whole one.” I said as I watched people receive the elephant ears they bought.

“That's okay. We can split one.” Roy said as he got some money out of his pocket.

As Roy got in line, I walked back over to the gate area. I didn't want to get in anyones way that wanted to buy food. Not only that, but I was afraid these people would trample over me to get to the food!

They seemed like drug addicts who needed a fix. If they are only half as good as people act they are, I'm sure my mouth will be in paradise.

I was surprised at how long it took Roy to get the elephant ear. He waited in line for at least twenty minutes, if not longer. Everyone seemed more than happy to wait that long for their elephant ear.

“Here it is.” Roy said as he walked up to me.

“How do we eat it?” I asked.

I had no idea how to eat the thing. It looked good, but it was covered in sugar.

“I will rip it in two. But, let's walk around and look at things. It needs to cool off before we can eat it.” Roy said as we walked away.

There was so much to look at, that I couldn't take in everything. There were all kinds of rides. Some went really high and made people scream. Others went really fast in circles. Everyone, even the people who were screaming out of fear looked like they were having a good time.

“I can't believe how much fun stuff there is to do here!” I said as I looked around.

“We haven't even seen half of it!” Roy said.

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A Strange Day

Tuesday, September 30th, 2008

A Strange Day

“Hey you, get back here!” I yelled as he ran away.

“What is going on Ma'm?” A police officer asked.

“That man stole my purse!” I said pointing at the thief.

The police officer ran up to him and told him to stop, but he didn't listen. The man kept running down the road with my purse. I didn't know what to do. I figured that it would be best if I just stayed where I was. I'm sure a cop could handle this bad guy better than I could.

Then, it hit me. All of my money was in my purse. I was getting ready to go pay my rent after I got a few groceries. This man had all of my money. If he got away, I would end up not having a place to live.

“You better fucking stop.” I said as I started to follow the robber and the policeman.

I realized that I had no choice but to follow him. If I didn't, he might get away with all of my money. I ran as fast as I could. I was surprised there wasn't fire under my feet. You know, how in cartoons peoples' feet catch on fire when they run fast. I felt like I was in one of those cartoons.

I seen that the cop and the robber was playing some sort of game. The cop was peeking around the corner while the robber was trying to get away. I told myself that I wasn't going to play any games with this son of a bitch. So, I chased the guy.

“You better stop before I fucking kill you.” I said chasing the man.

“Ma'm don't you get involved with this.” The officer said.

“Fuck you. You aren't getting my purse back.” I said as I chased him.

The robber didn't notice a crack in the sidewalk and he fell straight down on his face. As he tried to get up, I jumped on top of him.

“Take this you son of a bitch.” I said as I pulled out his hair.

“Ouch, you're hurting me.” He said.

I took my fist and I hit him as hard as I could in the face. My knee was in the middle of his back to make sure he couldn't get up.

“You will learn not to fuck with me.” I said as I hit him in the mouth.

His whole face was now bleeding. I didn't know where I got the courage from to do something like this. I guess that happens when you are fearful that you could become homeless. I didn't feel guilty for hitting the man. I felt guilty for his mother for giving birth to such a dumb mother fucker.

“Get her off! She is going to kill me.” He begged the officer as I beat his face in.

“Ma'm you will have to get off of him.” The officer said.

I stood up and I rolled the guy over. His whole face was covered in blood. He was so afraid of me, he actually pissed his pants.

“Here is a little something to remind you not to fuck with me again.” I said as I kicked him in the nuts.

“What are you trying to do?” The officer said as he yanked me away from the robber.

“Listen buddy, that fucker tried to steal my rent money.” I said.

“I don't give a fuck who you are. If that guy is going to steal my rent money, I'm going to make him wish he didn't.” I said.

“You know I can arrest you?” The officer said. “You are going to arrest me because I beat up a thief?” I asked in a cocky tone.

“I won't arrest you. But, if you hurt him anymore I will.” The cop said as he backed away from me. I knew he knew that I wasn't going to put up with any shit. I grabbed my purse and I walked away. I over heard the police officer calling in for an ambulance. Maybe I was a little hard on the guy, I don't know. All I know is, I wouldn't have a place to live or anything to eat if he got away with my purse. Speaking of eating, I realized I had to go get some groceries.

I went into the corner market. It isn't a big place, certainly not as big as these new fancy grocery stores. But, that is okay. I don't like those places anyway. Pedro, he is the guy who owns this place. He is a cute Mexican who I have fucked a few times. I know it sounds bad, but I have always wanted to stick a cucumber in my pussy and have him eat it out.

“Hola Pedro.” I said as I walked into the store.

I don't know much spanish, but I know words like Hola. Pedro likes it when I talk to him in spanish.

“Hola senorita.” He said back to me.

“What happened to you?” Pedro asked.

“I got in a fight with a guy.” I said while looking over the fruit. “A fight? You in a fight?” He laughed.

“The son of a bitch tried to steal my purse.” I said.

I looked around and no one was in the store. It was as dead as it could possibly be.

“It sure is dead around here.” I said as I looked around.

“It usually is this time of day.” Pedro said while looking at his wrist watch.

“You look like you are very tense.” He said.

“I am. That asshole has tore me up.” I said.

“Why don't you come in the back and sit down?” Pedro said as he walked away from me.

I followed him into the back. This is the area where we had fucked. I have only fucked him a few times, but I had a lot of fun. Pedro has a very large cock. I don't know if all Mexican's have large cocks, but he sure does.

“Let me massage your shoulders.” He said as he walked behind me.

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