“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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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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“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!

My friend Tabitha and I are whores. I know what you may be thinking, but I don't care. I could care less what you think about it. After all, I'm sure some of you have been to whores as well. We get all kinds of clients from all over the world. You wouldn't believe how busy our days are. The trick to our success is, we only work in pairs. If a customer wants one of us, they have to get both of us. Most men really like the idea of being with two women. I haven't heard any complaints yet about it.

Eric, a customer of ours called me up on my cell phone. He asked if we could swing by where he works. Him and his friend Jim wanted a little action. I told him that we could be there in an hour. Eric said that would be fine and said to just walk in, the garage door would be open. Eric is one of our best customers. He will call us up at least once per week. Him and Jim chip in together to get our services. I really don't care, as long as we get our money. I don't know why Eric calls us though. Even Jim for that matter. They are both good looking guys with good jobs. I'm sure they could find women that would put out when they asked. Tabitha said that they might be boyfriends. You know, bisexual. They both like women, but they like men even more. That kind of makes sense to me. I have caught Eric looking at Jim while he fucked me before. But, I can't imagine that two handsome men like that would be like that. You never know though, nothing surprises me these days.

Tabitha said that she wanted to pick up something to eat before we went over to the garage. I asked her what she wanted to do and she said that she wanted to go out for a burger. I was hoping that she would go back to her house and cook us something. I'm not much of a cook myself. I can boil water without many problems, but that is about it. You can't eat hot water! Though, it is good for scrubbing the floor when it is really dirty. We got burgers and sat in the car and ate them. Tabitha said that her burger tasted like it was over cooked. Mine tasted fine, but they did put a lot of mayo on it. I don't understand why these places load the sandwiches up with mayo. I don't mind a little bit, but I don't want so much on the sandwich that it drips out of the sides.

We finished our burgers and I went over to the gas station to get some mints. I never thought to ask them to not put onions on my sandwich. I ate a few mints and Tabitha said she couldn't smell onions on my breath. It isn't a long drive over to the garage. It only takes about ten minutes, depending on traffic. We have some customers that are about an hour or so drive away. We make them pay extra if we have to drive over to their place. They don't mind, in fact we service one older guy who says that we are the only whores that he gets. He says that one of these days his ticker will go out on him because we are way too good in bed. I don't know about that, but any old man who can handle two women is something else. Most old guys that I know wouldn't be able to get it up for five minutes, let alone last as long as this guy can. Tabitha thinks he might use Viagra, but I don't know about that. I would be pretty surprised if he did.

As soon as we go there, Jim and Eric came out. They were looking good as they normally do. I really don't know what to make of them being bisexual or not. Sometimes I think they might be. I mean, they are two really good looking men that take care of themselves. I've never known a straight man to take care of themselves the way that they do. Jim told me that I would be his piece of ass tonight. I batted my eye lashes and told him that I would be his piece of ass any night that he asked me to be. Jim got a kick out of that. Tabitha walked up to Eric and felt up his cock. Eric smiled at her and I thought that Jim was watching her like a hawk. Maybe I was reading into it more than I should have. I don't know.

I got on my knees and started sucking on Jim's cock. All Jim could do was look down at me and smile. There wasn't much else that he could do. I'd like to think that I can suck a cock the way a man likes it. I've sucked so many cocks, that I can't even keep them all straight. I used to keep track how many different customers that we used to have, but I don't any more. Some come and go so fast that you forget their name. I think I counted up about two hundred men that we have had sex with in the past. That number might be a little low.

“You do your best work on your knees,” Jim said looking down at me.

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What a fucking day at work. You wouldn't believe all of the shit that happened. I'm a nurse in the emergency room and it was one hell of a busy day. I can't even begin to tell you how awful it was. There was an old guy that cut his hand with a knife. I don't remember how old he was, but he had to be over eighty years old. He was cutting up some onions in his kitchen and sliced his finger a good one. It was a bad cut, but it wasn't life threatening. Though, the old guy thought for sure he was going to die. He was yelling and screaming that he was going to die. I can't believe that a man his age, hasn't came to terms with death yet. A woman also came in and thought she was pregnant. Not only was she pregnant, but she was going to have the baby any time. After a checkup, it was discovered that she wasn't pregnant. We sent her up to the mental ward and everything was okay with her then. We found out that she has a history of mental illness and stuff like this isn't exactly new for her. I've never seen the woman myself, but records show she has been in the emergency room claiming to have all kinds of problems.

I went down to the cafeteria and stood in line for my lunch. My lunch break couldn't have came at a better time. If I was a smoker, I would have been chain smoking. I know I shouldn't let my job get the best of me, but I don't have much of a choice. I take my job serious and sometimes that means I end up stressed out. Some days everything goes just the way you want it. All of the patients get treated and end up being okay. Other days, it seems like you can't do nothing right. Just one death can make you feel like a miserable failure. That one death, was a loving person to someone. There might be a person without their spouse, parent, best friend, whatever. You have to deal with the fact that they died on your clock. Maybe if there was someone else there, they might have been able to save their life. I know that I do my best and rely on my training like everyone else. But, sometimes it can be very difficult to deal with.

“How are you today?” Jackie asked as we stood in line.

“What a fucking day,” I said as I shook my head from side to side.

“One of those days. I know what you mean,” Jackie said as she placed her tray up on the counter.

I looked around to see what I wanted to eat. I should say, to see what they had to eat. I ended up getting the baked cod with rice and beans. It was the first thing that caught my eye. I've learned how to stop ordering food when your gut is growling. If you don't, you will end up with ten times more food on your tray then what you need. I've been working out lately and trying to loose some weight. I don't need to be putting it back on! Not that I was fat before I went on the diet. But, I felt like if I kept going down that road, I would end up being fat. I would end up with an ass so wide, that I would have to put a bumper on it.

I got my food and I found an empty table to sit at. Jackie seen that I was sitting all alone so she came over and sat at my table. She always knows how to make me feel better. We both are into chicks, so we have that in common with each other. We also have had sex before. Sometimes we have sex in the mop closet if we don't have anything better to do. The hospital is one big orgy, all day long. There is always someone fucking. Either it will be the staff fucking the staff, or the staff fucking one of the patients. I'm not lying, it is crazy at this place. They never taught us about this in college!

“There is a cute guy on the other wing,” Jackie said as she lifted a fork to her mouth.

“What is he in for?” I asked.
“I don't remember. I think he had some kind of surgery.” Jackie said, as she paused to think.

I forgot that she works on a different floor than I do. I work in the emergency room and she works upstairs. She handles all of the people who are sick, but they can't go home yet. I see people who are either on the verge of dying or just need to be helped out. Also, we get the crazy people too. Some days it is a little mix of all of those and other days it seems like everyone is on their death beds. I don't understand it myself, but some say it depends on when the next full moon is. When the moon is full, all of the crazy people come out. Some of the nurses and doctors say they call tell when a full moon is going to take place, just by how people act. I don't know about that, I haven't put that much thought into it.

As I ate my cod fish, it made me think of one of my old girlfriends. I know that sounds hilarious, but you will understand in a minute. She used to say that she smelled like cod fish when she was on her period. Every time I eat cod fish I think about her. I see her every now and then and we send holiday cards to each other. We split up on good terms, you could say. No breakup ends in a good way, unless you hate the person you are with. I never hated her, but I really wasn't in love. I just needed someone to pay some attention to me and all that stuff. I'm sure you have dated people for the exact same reason.

“You want to join me and two other girls in on the action?” Jackie asked.

“What action?” I asked, confused what she meant.

“We are all going to fuck the guy. You know, the guy I was telling you about,” Jackie said as she watched me drink from my milk carton.

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“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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“Honey, I got a surprise for you.” Jack said as he entered the house.

“What is it?” Susan asked.

“I can't tell you. But you have to get naked.” Jack said running through the house.

“I'm not falling for that again.” She said laughing out loud.

“No, I've got something special for you.”, He yelled.

“Is it your penis wrapped in a bow? I got that present last week?” Susan said while trying to find out where Jack was.

“No, just get naked and come in the bathroom.” He said.

Even though she wasn't sure what he was up to, she was game for what ever it was. She needed a little excitement in her life. She took off her clothes and walked upstairs to the bathroom.

As she walked up the stairs, she smelled a beautiful scent. It smelled like a mixture of spices and fresh flowers. She walked up to the bathroom and was surprised that the door was locked.

“This isn't some silly joke is it?” She asked as she pounded on the door.

“No, come on in.” Jack said as he opened the door.

Much to her surprise, the bathroom was pitch black. The only light was that of candles that surrounded the bathtub. It gave the bathtub a majestic like glow to it. Around the bathtub were two clay jars filled with potpourri. That is what she smelled walking up the stairs.

“Get in. I made a bubble bath for you.” Jack said as he motioned to her to get into the bathtub.

She got in to find the water was perfect. It wasn't too hot nor was it too cold. It was just the right temperature for a relaxing bubble bath.

“Why are you doing this for me?” She asked as she got comfortable in the bathtub.

“I just wanted to do something nice, that is all.” He said as he reached over to a table near the side of the bathtub.

“You mean you did all of this and you didn't break anything? You didn't fuck up in some major way?” She laughed.

“No. Can't I be good for a change and not have you act like something is up?” He asked while he brought over a plate near the bathtub.

“I know you better than that.” She said trying to figure out what he was doing.

“Well, I don't think you do.” He said as he knelt near the side of the bathtub.

“What do you have on the plate?” Susan asked as she looked at it.

“I have some fresh mellon, some cheese, and some important ham. It is the ham from Italy that you like.” He said putting some in his hand.

“Taste it and tell me if you like it.” He said as he put it in her mouth.

“That is great stuff. That is different ham than what I get, but I really like it.” He said taking another bite of the tasty combination.

He walked back over to the table and poured two glasses of wine.

“You got wine too. You are such a darling.” She said as he handed her a full glass of wine.

“I know I don't show it, but I really care a lot about you.” He said taking a drink of his wine.

“I'm not good at showing my emotions, my feelings.” He said while taking another drink.

“I know you love me. I know you love me every time you go to work. I know you love me when you do all the things you do for me. Your actions speak louder than words.” She said while rubbing his arm.

“I know, but I just want to show how I feel more.” He said in a depressed tone.

“You are, you are showing me right now.” She said reaching over to give him a hiss.

“Why don't you come on into this bathtub and make love to me?” She asked in between kisses.

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It was my birthday. Us ladies don't like to tell our age, but I turned 35. Most people say that I don't look 35, post people think I'm in my early twenties. I was even asked for my I.D. a few times last year when I went to a bar. I don't mind telling people how old I am, I like to see the shock on their faces when they hear my age.

I had a little birthday party, nothing to major. Friends and family came over for ice cream and cake. We ate, we talked, you know the usual birthday stuff. I asked everyone before hand if they would give me money instead of a gift. I told them that I was having problems making ends meet, so I needed some extra money. That really wasn't the truth, I had an idea that I was going to use the money on. An idea that if all went right, would rock my fucking world.

The party lasted for a few hours. The party was over when the cake and ice cream ran out. You know how people are, once the free food is all they leave. I didn't mind, they were getting on my nerves anyway. I just wanted some peace and quite for myself. At least until my fun was to begin.

I took a nap, that way I would have plenty of energy. I might look like I am still young, but my body doesn't feel that way. I'm not the spring chicken that I used to be. Looks can be deceiving, you know. I took a nap on the couch with the TV on. Sometimes I like to take naps with a little background noise going on. I don't know why that is, maybe because it makes me feel like I'm not alone. Sometimes I turn the TV on or play some music while I'm doing house work. If I had a husband or a man in my life, I probably wouldn't need those things to keep me company.

I decided that for my birthday, I wanted to call an escort service. Not just any escort service, but one that had men. Yes, I was going to get myself two high priced whores. But, after all, it was my birthday. I deserve a little fun every now and then. A woman needs to be fucked good every now and then. If she doesn't, then she will become a bitch.

I haven't had sex in a long time. Longer than I am willing to admit. I wish that I was able to have a steady relationship with a man, but it hasn't happened. Not yet at least. I try to find good men, but maybe that is my problem.

Maybe my problem finding a good man is that I try to hard. Maybe I should just relax and forgot about looking. The last time I tried that I found a man that broke my heart. At least these escort guys can't break my heart.

I called them on the phone and asked for two of their guys with the biggest dicks. I told them that it was my birthday and I wanted to have some fun. Some fun with some well hung guys that is. The escort service said the men would be over in about a half hour. That was actually quicker than I had expected. I thought that these guys would take a few hours to get here.

I went into the bathroom to freshen up a bit. I put on some perfume and put on some makeup. I wanted to look good when they escorts came over. I also put on some music, but wasn't sure what to put on. Everything that I heard on the radio, reminded me of porno music. But, maybe that was because I was thinking too much about having sex with the escorts.

I heard my door bell ring almost thirty minutes after I placed my call. Actually, I would be willing to bet that it was thirty minutes exactly since I called the escort service. I don't know though, because I wasn't keeping track.

“Hello!” I said as I opened the door.

It was them, two hot studs who were going to fuck my brains loose. I let them in the house and I checked them over. They were well built, actually one of the guys looked like he was a construction worker. He had what almost looked like a construction worker costume on. He was wearing a plaid flannel shirt, blue jeans, and work boots. The other guy looked kind of like a biker. Not like the bikers that you normally see, he was clean and very well groomed. Actually both of the guys were well groomed.

“What can we do for you?” The biker guy asked.

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I saw an ad in the paper that advertised handyman services. I have been needing some work done around my house, so I thought I would give them a call. A really cute sounding guy answered the phone and asked what I needed done. I told him and he said that it wouldn't cost very much if I went through him. He said that the other handymen in the area would charge up to double what he would charge me. I was sold. Not only was I going to get a good deal, but he sounded really cute.

Doug said that he would come over tomorrow after lunch. Doug said that he had a job that he had to do first thing in the morning. That was fine with me, I don't like to get up early anyway. I'm more of a night owl, if you know what I mean. I had the day off and I wanted to sleep in. You know how it is when you get up for work every day early in the morning. I like my beauty sleep on my days off. The next day came before I knew it. This is what really happened. Doug turned out to be something else. You will see what I mean in a minute.

“Come on in.” I said as I heard a knock on my door.

Doug walked in and I was blown away. Standing before me was a super hot guy and I didn't know what to say. It was all I could do to keep myself from stuttering. I looked at his long black hair and I felt a shiver go up my spine. He looked at me with a nervous smile, like he wasn't sure what to say to me.

“What do you need me to do?” Doug asked as he looked around the place.

I knew what I needed him to do all right. I needed him to stuff my pussy with his tool. There was no way around that. It was then that I made up my mind that I was going to fuck him. I needed his cock in my pussy really bad. I didn't know what had gotten into me. I'm not usually like this. I don't usually fall head over heals for a man like this. But, he was such a manly man. He had a tool box and wore work clothes. He looked like he was a hard working guy. That is a turn on in itself. I love a man that is good with his hands. The problem is, most men that are good with their hands, aren't half as good looking as Doug.

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It was one of those days where I didn't feel like doing much of anything. I didn't feel like doing my hair or putting any makeup on. There are times where I just want to sit around and do nothing. I guess that's what happens when you spend your life working. I get sick and tired of having no life. When I do have some spare time, I never feel like doing anything.

I cooked myself some breakfast and watched Saturday morning cartoons. They sure aren't as funny as they used to be. I remember laughing my ass off when I was a kid watching cartoons. Back then they would beat the fuck out of each other. Maybe they were a little too violent, I don't know. I don't know if those cartoons are even on any more, but if they are, I would love watching them some time. I know I saw them for sale on television a few times, but they wanted an arm and a leg for them. I have to work hard for my money, I'm not about to give it up for some stupid assholes who want to rip me off.

I went back to the kitchen and cooked myself some more food. I know that I shouldn't eat like this, but it makes me feel better. I use food like drug addicts use drugs. Eating makes me feel better, makes me able to live with the life that I have to live. Not that it's that bad, but, I sure could use some excitement. I need to be able to get out from time to time. You know, have some fun. I haven't had any fun in years.

I ate my bowl of oatmeal and stared at my clock. It was damn near noon and I hadn't done a thing. I started to feel guilty, like I was letting myself down. This is where the guilt trip usually kicks in. I feel guilty for wasting my time sitting on the couch all day long. But, I didn't have anything to do.

I noticed a cute guy on television that made me really horny. I usually don't get like that. Maybe it was because I was bored, I don't know. The man had short brown hair and a long mustache. His mustache looked like it would tickle your pussy if he went down on you.

I've never had my pussy eaten by a guy with a mustache. I don't know why that is, all my boyfriends have been clean shaven men. I'll have to ask the next guy I date to grow a mustache. I want to feel what it feels like to have my pussy eaten by a guy with a mustache. I bet a mustache tickles down there.

I started to rub my pussy through my sweat pants. I wear sweat pants when I go to bed, I find they are more comfortable. My pussy got wet in no time flat, I mean I was fucking wet.

I knew that I couldn't sit here and play with myself. That is another thing that makes me feel guilty. I do play with myself every now and then, but not very often. I know some of you women out there use those dildos and vibrators, but not me. I would be so embarrassed if I went to one of those stores that sell those things. I would feel like a big time pervert. I used to drive by one of those places on my way to work. All of the guys that came out of there looked like scum bags. They were really dirty and they looked like the kind of man who would buy a whore. Maybe I drove by one of the bad porn shops. I see that you can buy sex toys online, maybe some day I will try that. But, only if I have a man who will use them on me.

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