I decided that I was going to get a make over. I dyed my hair blond, because I hear blonds have more fun. I also bought a whole bunch of new clothes. More clothes than I will be able to wear. I also got a membership at the local gym. Before I forget, I also got my nails done. If you are wondering what made me go out and do all of this, it was because I dumped my boyfriend. I found out that he was cheating on me so I dumped him. I figured out that I didn't need trash like him around in my life. I don't want to get any diseases, that's why I dumped that asshole. There are a ton of things out there that you can get by having sex with a lot of people. How was I to know that he was only fucking her? How was I to know that he was using a condom while he done it? I was on the pill, so there where no condoms in our house. I didn't catch him fucking her at my place, I caught him at her house. I didn't walk in on them having sex, but I knew what was going on. I watched him go there every day and see this woman. He had no reason to be going over there and seeing her.

So, now I'm a new woman. I have new clothes and a new look. The only thing I needed was a new person in my life. I've given up on men for awhile, I think I'll check out women from now on. I don't mean to alarm you, but I like to eat a good pussy every now and then. That is what pisses me off about my boyfriend cheating on me. If he wanted to have sex with another woman, I have a lesbian friend of mine who has been wanting to have sex with me. She might be a lesbian, but she told me she would fuck him if that meant she could eat my pussy. I even told him about her, but he didn't seem interested. I guess it was more than just sex he was after, he wanted to be with someone else. That's fine with me, I hope they are happy now. I'm happy now that I know he is out of my life. I don't need a man like that around the house.

I called up my lesbian friend to see if she wanted to go out with me. I asked her if she wanted to go to a movie and then to a restaurant. She said that she had plans, but I could stop by her house later on. I told her that I would get back in touch if I didn't have any plans for the evening. I wanted to be alone with her, have a nice meal and watch a movie. That would give her the chance to put the move on me. Even though I made up my mind that I wanted to have sex with her, I still wanted her to work for it. It would make me feel like a slut if I didn't. Feeling like a slut is one thing you don't want to feel like after you kick your boyfriend out for sleeping around.

I went out to eat at this new place in town. I don't know what it's called, but it's an all you can eat place. You pay one price and you can eat all the food you like. I thought I would give it a try, I had nothing to loose but a few bucks.

The food was actually pretty good, I was surprised at how good it was. They had all different kinds of things for you to choose from. There was even a man carving all kinds of meat. I ate both turkey and ham and all kinds of other stuff. I was so stuffed, I felt like a Thanksgiving turkey. I felt so bloated after I got out of there, I'm sure someone could have rolled me down the street. I got my money's worth, I'll tell you that much.

At the all you can eat place, the food was in a buffet. Basically it was like a long table that kept the food warm. I watched one fat guy go up there at least eight times. The first time he got a little bit of food, like maybe just something to warm up his jaws. Then, the next time he went back, he really piled the food on his plate. The second trip, he had a big gravy stain on his white shirt. On the next trip, he had a little bit of mashed potatoes in his beard. The next trip, I noticed that he has some corn in his mustache. I'm sure you know where this is going. By the time I left, his shirt and face was covered with food. I even saw some food in his hair. He was looking at the food like a pervert looks at a stripper. I got a good laugh out of watching him.

When I got home, I checked my answering machine to see if I had any messages. I had one, it was from Sandy. She called and asked if I still wanted to do anything. I called her back to see what she had in mind.

“Hello?” I said as I heard her pick up the phone.

“Do you still feel like going out for dinner and a movie?” Sandy asked.

“I just ate down at the new all you can eat place. I'm so full I don't think I could eat another bite without exploding,” I said.

“I can't believe you ate that much food,” Sandy said laughing.

“I had to get my money's worth. I wasn't going to spend all that money and just eat a salad,” I told her.

“You have a point there. I'm going to fix myself something to eat really soon. Do you still want to do something tonight?” Sandy asked.

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Debby spread her legs and then looked over at me. I knew that she wanted me to eat her pussy, but I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure that I wanted to do it. I felt that Debby was attractive, but she turned me off by how hard she was hitting on me. I've never been hit on like that before, not by a man or a woman. I suppose it made me feel good, it made me feel like someone found me attractive. But, some people will say anything to get in your pants.

I've only been with a woman one time before. She was a friend of mine and we were both curious about what sex with another woman would be like. We had sex and that was the end of it. We really didn't talk much about it after it was all said and done. I liked it, I thought the sex was good. I thought she was an attractive and nice lady. But, I think she felt uncomfortable about the whole situation. To be honest, I kind of felt that way too. Maybe that is why I was having so many problems deciding if I wanted to have sex with Debby. I was attracted to Debby, but something just didn't feel right.

I wasn't at the place where I could comfortably think about sex with a woman in my mind. I have always thought women were attractive, but wanting to have sex with them is a whole different story. I do have sexual feelings for women, but I try to suppress them. I try not to think about it, I block those feelings out. I don't know why, maybe it's because it feels so wrong. It feels so dirty to think about women in a sexual way. It's hard for me to be honest with myself with this sort of thing.

I don't want to sound like I am gay, because I like men. Actually, even if I had sex with women, I would still prefer a hard dick. Men have to offer what I want, I need someone that has the qualities that a man does. Women are too soft and sexy, men are strong and powerful. I need the protection that I feel a man gives me. Also, I feel an animal like attraction to men. I feel like a wild beast when I see a naked man who is about to fuck me.

Women in my mind are more sensual and more driven by emotions. I noticed that when I had sex with a woman, she had sex with my mind. She did everything that she could to turn me on mentally.

Where as a man tries to turn me on physically. Men think that sexually we are aroused like they are, by seeing and feeling things. That is one reason why sex with a woman is good in my opinion, because they work your mind. Though, if I wanted that all the time, I would just masturbate more often. I can do those same things to myself.

“What's the hold up?” Debby said as she looked down at her pussy.

I wasn't sure what the hold up really was. I guess it was because I really wasn't sure about having sex with her. I should say that I was sure that I wanted to have sex, but I wasn't sure if I could do it. I looked at her crotch and I thought about it some more. She was wearing tight pants and I could tell she wasn't wearing any panties. She had a slight camel toe in the crotch of her pants. Her pussy looked nice, at least what I could see of it did. Not to mention a nice pair of tits, they were great. I could tell that she was dressed for sex, because her tits were almost falling out of that white tank top.

“Have you ever been with a woman?” Debby asked.

“I did it once,” I replied.

“Did you like it?” She asked.

“Yes I did,” I nervously replied.

“Do you find me attractive? Do you want to have sex with me? If not, I will leave you alone.” Debby said as she looked over at me.

I wanted to do it, I really did. I wanted to tell her to take off her pants and let me eat her pussy. But, I was still a little nervous, a little shy. I kept telling myself that I wanted to have sex with her, but I just had to get over this hump.

“I'll do it!” I blurted out.

“Are you sure?” Debby asked with a smile.

“Yes I am!” I said as I moved over next to her.

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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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My boyfriend Eddy got a brand new car. I told him that we couldn't afford it, but he went and got it anyway. Eddy said that he just had to have this car. He saw it when him and a friend went to car lots to just look around. Just look around my ass! I wish I could say that I just went to the store to look around but decided that I needed a new fur coat. I'm sure he would go along with that. Yeah, right! I know Eddy better than that. I guess I shouldn't be too upset. I mean, he promised to pay for it with his own money. We both have jobs and he said that he wouldn't make me pay for any of it. I told him that if I had to pay on it, I get to drive it. Eddy told me that there was no way in hell he was going to let a woman drive his car. Eddy, he thinks that all women are bad drivers. I don't know where he got that from. Probably from one of his buddies, because I've heard him say it too.

“I've got something to ask you?” Eddy asked.

“What now?” I asked.

“Can you call up Shirley and ask if she would like to fuck in my new car?” Eddy asked.

“You and this new car. I suppose I can give her a call.” I said as I shook my head back and forth.

I've been having a relationship with a woman named Shirley. We have been going together for about the past six months. Actually, Eddy and I kind of are. I'm bisexual and I allow him to fuck her as well. The relationship is getting pretty deep, but she is afraid to move in with us. You see, her family doesn't know she is bisexual. They think that she is only into men. They also think that she has no man in her life. If they know what she was doing, they would blow their lids. I'm not sure why it matters, but it matters to her. I've met Shirley's family and they seem like nice people. Her dad is a hard working man and her mom is a nice sweet lady. Actually, they seem like the perfect television couple.

I called Shirley up on the phone and asked her if she would be up for having sex in the new car. Shirley asked if that was a little too kinky. I told her it probably was, but that wasn't going to stop Eddy. She knows how Eddy is when it comes to sex. He likes to fuck just about every where he can think of. I'm the same way too, but not when it comes to Shirley. I know that she only likes to do it in public when she is in the mood for it. One time I ate her pussy as she sat on a slide in a park. You wouldn't believe the looks that we got when I ate her pussy. One time she fingered me while we were in the mall. We were sitting on a bench and she put her hand underneath my coat and fingered me until I had an orgasm. I don't know if anyone knew what we were doing or not. I tried to not act like it felt good or any of that.

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It was one of those days where I done nothing but sit around. I tried watching television, but nothing was on that interested me. I tried listening to the radio, but the out come was the same. It was lunch time and my stomach was telling me so. I didn't eat much for breakfast, I'm not much of a breakfast person. I eat some toast or something small, but that is about it. I can't stand to eat when I wake up.

There is a restaurant down the road that I like to go to. They have all kinds of specials that are really cheap. My favorite special is the bowl of chili and a drink for only two dollars. I think that is a really good deal, you can't get anything cheaper than that around here. Not only is it cheap, but it is good chili too. I have been going to this place for a few years and I have never gotten a bad meal. This is going to sound bad, but sometimes I get their food and take it home. Especially if I have company over. I've had company tell me that my cooking was the best they have eaten in a long time. What they didn't know was, it was from the restaurant down the road.

I decided to walk down there and get a bowl of chili. I had nothing better to do and I was hungry. I usually walk down, so I can get some exercise. That way I can work off my meal by the time I come home. I don't know if I burn that many calories, but I tell myself that so I don't feel bad for eating restaurant food. Sometimes I like to go over board and get the fried chicken. It isn't one of the two dollar specials, but it is really good. I love to lick the grease off of my fingers while I eat the chicken. That is my idea of of a great meal!

I waited at the counter until they gave me my food. They don't have waitresses at this place, you have to wait at the counter until your food is ready. That is probably why it is so cheap, they don't have to pay people to bring you your food. I don't mind though, I like their food and I like saving money. I could go to these other places, but they charge more and the food isn't half as good. I also like going to a place where the workers know me. I like it when people know how I like my food. It might sound stupid, but that means a lot to me.

Sometimes when I eat at a restaurant, I like to sit near the window while I eat. I like to look outside at the cars and the people that pass by.

I have always been like that, I also like to read the newspaper while I eat. But, that can get messy depending on what you are eating. Not something I like to do while I'm eating their famous fried chicken. I would get that great tasting grease all over the paper and not in my gut!

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw what looked like my ex-boyfriend. I about pissed my pants when I realized it was him. I don't have anything against Eric, I really don't. The problem is, he broke my heart. I don't even understand what happened, he broke up with me.

He said that I was nagging him too much about stuff. That might have been true, but he could have told me to shut the fuck up or something. No need to break up with me over that. Especially thinking that we were together for almost two years. I don't think a two year relationship is something that you throw out over night. Not me, but I haven't argued with him since he wanted to break up. In fact, I haven't said one thing to him. We have been broken up for almost three months now. I still think about Eric, every day I do. It is hard to forget about someone who played such a big part of my life.

I've spent a lot of time crying over Eric. Probably too much time if you get right down to it. I still love him, I know that for a fact. I think about him every night while I'm laying in bed. I think back to how he used to cuddle me while we were in bed. He always liked to cuddle, there wasn't a night that went by that we didn't cuddle. I especially liked it in the winter time. I liked how he would keep me warm on those cold nights. But, all of that was gone now. The bed is lonely with just me in it, but I have survived. Maybe not to the best of my ability, but I have survived none the less.

I was kind of hoping that Eric wouldn't see me. That or maybe he would get his food to go. But, no such luck, he saw me and he got his order for here. I got butterflies in my stomach right away. He didn't have any expression on his face when he saw me. He didn't look happy or sad. If anything, he just looked really hungry. That shouldn't be much of a surprise, since we were in a restaurant.

“Mind if I sit down here?” Eric asked with his tray in hand.

I wasn't going to tell him no, that would make me look bitchy. After all, that is why he broke up with me. Though, I really didn't know what to say to him. I mean, we have been away from each other for almost three months.

“Sure,” I said as I wiped my mouth with a napkin.

Eric looked at me a few times and looked down at his food. I found it strange that he didn't even touch his food. He acted like he was thinking, about what I didn't know. I felt like I had so much to say to him, so many things on my mind.

But, I didn't know what to say. I'm the kind of person who doesn't want to appear to be weak. I don't want to give him or anyone else the upper hand when it comes to my emotional stability. But, even all that was just a lie to myself. He was everything to my emotional stability, he was my rock, my anchor.

Everything that I needed out of life I got out of him. In return, all I was, was a bitch. I guess that is how he views me.

“How have you been lately?” Eric asked as he raised his sandwich near his mouth.

“I'm alive,” I said trying to hold back my tears.

I didn't really know what else to say. It was good to see him, I could tell him that. It was also nice to hear his voice, I've missed the sound of his voice. I've also missed the smell of his cologne and the scent of his aftershave. All the things that made him a man, I miss those things. He excited every sense that I had and then some.

“What have you been up to?” I asked.

“I've got this really neat job. I fly hot air balloons.” Eric said with a mouthful of sandwich.

It hurt me to see him have any kind of excitement. He told me this with great happiness, that made me feel angry. Here I am feeling like shit and he's able to feel good. That doesn't seem fair, but nothing in life seems fair. I only wished that I had the ability to roll stuff off my back the way he does. But, maybe he was really hurting inside. He might have been holding it back, men are like that. Some men won't shed a tear around a woman for fear of being thought of as being weak.

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I really shouldn't be telling you guys this. I will have to use fake names, so no one will be able to figure out who I am. If something like this got out, I would never hear the end of it. I come from a good family, a good family that would disown me if they knew what I am about to tell you. So, don't ask for my real name or any of that shit. I'm not going to tell you! Oh, also the people's names have been changed so you can't figure out who they are. I'm no fool, I've taken every step to make sure no one finds out about this. But, I'm sure you will enjoy every word of what I'm about to tell you.

I've been having this fantasy for the past few years. I haven't acted on it because I was with a man at the time. I told him about it, but he thought it was gross. Sometimes I had to make sure he wasn't a fag, that is how sexually boring he was. This guy didn't do shit to me. I mean, he rarely even went down on me. I'm a kinky girl, I'll admit that. But, I like to have my pussy eaten from time to time. I see nothing wrong with that, not a thing. I sucked his cock, so he should have ate my pussy. I'll tell you one thing, his cock didn't always taste good. Sometimes he would ask me to suck his dick after he worked up a sweat doing something. I didn't turn him down, even though I thought it was disgusting.

I have to tell you this story about my ex-boyfriend. It won't take long, but it is a good one. One time he thought we would get really kinky, he said really fucking kinky. I got excited and wondered what he was going to do to me. I'll cut to the chase, no need to waste your time. His surprise was, a glow in the dark condom. Yes, that was his idea of kinky. It wasn't wild anal sex or watching a porno movie. No, it was a glow in the dark condom. That was a real fucking let down, but not the only one. I won't waste your time with the other shit that he did.

I've been seeing this guy, let's call him Mark. That isn't his real name, but I'm not going to tell you his real name. I've been fucking Mark for a few months now. He is the cute athletic kind of guy. He works out and all that stuff. I'm into hunks with nice bodies. I can't tell a lie, I am crazy for men like Mark. I'm the kind of girl who only cares about a man's body. I don't give a fuck what kind of job he has or if he has money. That shit don't matter when he is pounding the fuck out of my tight little pussy. Anyway, I have enough money of my own. I definitely don't need his!

I've been having this fantasy where I have sex with two people at one time. I want to fuck both a man and a woman. I've never been with a woman, but I really want to.

I tried to get my ex-boyfriend to do it, but he wouldn't. As you can imagine, he thought that it was too kinky. Remember, this is the guy who thought a glow in the dark condom was kinky. He was a cute, well built man, but not my type. Not a good match for someone who is wild in the sack.

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I met this rich guy not too long ago. I'd say we have been dating for about four months now. We have been dating since we first laid eyes on each other. David, that's my boyfriend, he is one rich dude. I'm telling you, I never knew one person could have so much money. I wouldn't believe it, if I didn't see it with my own eyes. David is so rich, he even owns two homes! If you are anything like me, I wondered how he got all of this money. It is a little surprising for a young guy like David to have all of this money. At first I was kind of nervous, I thought maybe there was drugs involved or something. He told me that he wasn't into none of that shit. No, his parents are well off and they gave him shit loads of money. David said that he took the money his parents gave him and invested it in the stock market. David says that he made a shit load of money back in the nineties when stocks were soaring.

David told me to pack my bags, because we were going to be flying out to his other place. David wanted a little fun in the sun, as he called it. He didn't say how long he wanted to go for, but I figured it would be less than a week. His trips are never for more than a week at a time. He has to come back so he can make sure everything is okay with his stocks. He also owns a restaurant that he has to check up on. I forgot to tell you that he owns a restaurant. It is a little Italian place on the other side of town. They serve up some damn good food, if you're into Italian food. I love the stuff, I can't get enough of it. David says Italian food is the best food in the world. I don't know if I would go that far, but it is tasty. I never thought I would say this, but they make a killer squid dish. They call it something other than squid, but I forget what that name is. All I know is, it tastes damn good.

We got on the plane early in the morning. David is always up at six o'clock right on the nose. He says that he has to get up so early so he can have the full day to work on stuff. I'd think he could get up a few hours later and feel the same way. I try not to be too bitchy about waking up so early, but it can be hard at times. I hate waking up early in the morning. Sometimes David will let me sleep in if he cooks his own breakfast. That doesn't happen too often, but every now and then he lets me sleep in. I usually surprise him with a nice blow job if he lets me sleep in. I love sucking cock and I also like to show him how much the little things he does means to me.

“Can't wait until we get to the other house,” David said as he looked out the window of the plane.

“It sure will be nice. To be able to sit outside and enjoy the sunshine,” I said, dazing off thinking about it.

“I don't plan on doing anything else. All I want to do is relax and spend some time with you,” David said as he sat back into his seat.

“That is such a sweet thing to say.” I said as I bent over and kissed David on the cheek.

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I like to date rich guys. I don't want to marry one some day, but I'll date them until the day I die. Some call women like me gold diggers, but I don't see it that way. I just like a man who has money, because, life with money better than life without it. I don't rob them or beg for money. The rich guys I've dated all have given me shit loads of cash. I never even have to ask for money.

I know that it might come across that I am only out for money, but I don't see it that way. Think of it like this, I work for the money. I might not have a job, but my full time job is taking care of my man. These rich guys pay me to take care of them. That is how I see it. I don't see it as me taking all of their money. I don't even ask for one penny when we break up. I know some women that would marry a rich guy just so she could divorce him. Not me, I could care less about that shit.

I've learned that if you date one rich man, you will find more rich men to date. The rich guy will take you around and show you off to all of his friends. You need to be young and hot to get rich guys, but I'm both of those things. I don't like to toot my own horn, but I'm a piece of ass these rich guys will never forget. I'm not made out to be a housewife, not me. I'm built like the woman every man dreams about. It would be a waste of a hot babe if I done that kind of shit. I don't think my looks make me better than everyone else, but I don't think I should have to live the lives they do. I mean, if rich guys are willing to spend big bucks to have me, why not do it? Some other hot young piece of ass would come along and get all of their money. I would rather it be me than them.

I've done all kinds of things with rich guys. I have traveled the world, driven the best cars, eaten food that cost more per plate than what most people make in a week. I've lived the good life and I don't have one bad thing to say about it. I know everyone out there dreams of living like I do, they just won't admit it. They wish for one minute they could hop on a private jet and fly around the world. They might never get to do those types of things, because they see life through a tiny straw.

That straw they are looking through doesn't give them the chance to see the rest of the world. It doesn't matter in the long run, I don't think most people could live the life I do. I think they would allow it to go to their head. Not me, I don't allow it to go to my head. I spend a lot of money and all that shit, but I still care about other people. Just the other day I gave a homeless man a quarter. How many people out there give homeless people money, let alone as much as a quarter?

These are two stories that really happened to me. I know they are so wild it's hard to believe, but stuff like this happens when you have money. Working at a fast food joint won't give you enough money to do these things. Most of the rich guys like to fuck me, they like to pound the fuck out of my tiny pussy. I don't mind, I don't mind at all. These rich guys can do whatever they want with me. I'd never put out for a guy who wasn't rich though, not me. I'm not going to live my life without the things that I want. Not only that, but I need to make sure that I have an expensive foreign car at all times. One time my car broke down and I actually had to ride the bus. Everyone on the bus either stunk or looked like they were crazy. I'll never ride the public bus again after that! Those people scared the hell out of me. I actually thought one of the guys was going to talk to me. There was no way I was going to talk to that toothless dirty guy. Take a bath and get a real job mother fucker, then I will talk to you!

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Philip, my boyfriend, is one crazy fucker. You wouldn't believe how kinky this guy is. Hell, I know you wouldn't believe me if I didn't have these pictures to prove it. Philip begged and begged me to have someone take pictures of us having sex at the bar his father owns. I really didn't want to go along with it, but after hearing him beg I thought I had to do it. I had nothing to loose and I get turned on knowing that people are watching us fuck. I just never have had anyone take pictures of me doing it before. Well, at least not until we fucked at his bar.

This is how the day started. I knew that Philip wanted to fuck down at the bar, so I got myself prepared for it. I know that sounds a little silly, but I wanted to look good. I hate having pictures taken of me when I'm not looking good. I wasn't sure if anyone else would be looking at the pictures, but I wasn't even going to take a chance. I wanted to look my best just in case.

I've always wanted to do one of those sexy home movies. You know, how people make their own porn movies. I really never mentioned it to any of my boyfriends. I guess I was kind of afraid that someone would get a hold of the tape or something. Philip, he says I have nothing to worry about. If people find these pictures, I will be famous. Philip says my body is so smoking hot, that these pictures will make everyone jack off. I don't know about that. But, I do think I have a nice body. I work out a lot and try not to eat any fast food. That is my secret to staying fit and trim. I don't diet or none of that shit.

I woke up and smoked a bunch of cigarettes. I'm really not sure why I smoked so much more than I usually do. Maybe I was feeling a little nervous and needed something to calm my nerves. I don't know, but I was looking forward to the big event. You know what I'm talking about, getting fucked on camera! I had been thinking about it for days nonstop. I wanted to get it done and over with, to see if I really liked it. If I liked it, I planned on asking Philip if he would like to do a movie with me. Who knows, we might even put it on the Internet! I've seen all kinds of home made porn movies on the Internet. I'm sure people would love to watch us fuck, just as much as they like to the other people they watch. Not only that, but I think I would like to watch us fuck as well. That would really get me turned on. I've even thought about asking Philip to shoot his cum on my face. I don't know if that is too dirty or not. But, it sure sounds fucking hot to me!

I went to the beauty parlor and got my hair done. I wanted to make sure that it looked good for the photo shoot. Suzie, she is the lady that I always go to. She asked why I was so excited and needed to get my hair done. I lied and told her that I was going to a wedding. She got all excited and told me to have fun. It was funny watching her get excited over a lie like that. But, I really didn't have much of a choice. I couldn't tell her the truth, I knew that I couldn't. If she knew what I was really going to be doing, she would have told everyone. Hell, if I knew that she was doing such a thing, I would tell everyone too. Stuff like this is way too fucking hot to keep under your hat! I mean, how many times do you hear about something like this happening? To people you know that is. Sure, rich and famous people do this sort of stuff all the time. But people like me, not too often.

Philip came over to my house and he was looking great. Philip said that he hit the gym before coming over so he would look toned. I don't know if he looked toned, but he sure did look horny as fuck. I couldn't believe the look in his eye when he walked through my door. I thought he was going to fuck me right then and there for sure. But, he said that he wasn't going to do that. No, he wanted to shoot his load on camera. To be honest, I really didn't want to do it then any way. I wanted this to be special, not one of those days where all you do is have meaningless sex. Maybe I'm taking this all way too far, but who knows. All I know is, I was really fucking excited.

“You look like you can't wait for tonight,” Philip said as he sat on my couch.

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Tom called me up and asked if I would help him wash his car. I don't know why he just doesn't pay someone to clean his car. Tom says that no one but either me or him can touch the car. That is so damn silly. He acts like that car of his is worth more than gold. I told Tom that one of these days something will happen to it and he will go nuts. He said that he wouldn't go nuts, he would just get another car to fix up. I'm not sure what would be worse. I shouldn't say stuff like that, I love my Tom. He is a great guy. Just a little crazy when it comes to cars. I guess we all need something to make our lives complete. He could be doing much worse things than messing around with that car of his.

I told Tom that I had some errands that I needed to run. I would have to come home and put on some old clothes if he wanted me to help wash the car. He said that would be fine, he had a few things that he needed to do also. I didn't have much to do, but I needed to get the stuff out of the way. My dog needed some food. If I let him run out of food, believe me, he would have let me know it. That damn dog acts like the world is going to end if I don't feed him as soon as I get home from work. I wish my life was that easy. Lay around all day and wait for someone to feed you. That would be my kind of life. Not only that, but dog's can lick themselves. I won't even go there, you ladies know what I'm talking about.

I put on an old pair of shorts and a sports bra. I normally don't go out and about wearing just a sports bra, but I knew there would be no one around. Tom keeps his car in the back of his house. That way nothing can get to it. He only takes it out for drives on Sundays, but every day he is back there doing something to it. I don't know what he is doing, but it is always something. I told him if he could figure out a way to put a pussy on that car, I would be in some serious trouble. I wouldn't hear from him for weeks. Tom got a kick out of that and said that nothing would even come close to my pussy. I guess that's one thing that I will always have on that car. I'm not sure if that should make me feel good or not.

I'm jealous of that damn car. There, I said it. But, I really am. I know that I shouldn't be, but that is how life goes. I'm jealous of it and there is no way around it. I wish that he would spend half of the time he spends with that car, with me. I know I should just be happy that he has a hobby and that he isn't getting in trouble. I had a boyfriend that was always in trouble with the law. It was so embarrassing to tell my family that he was in jail again. I guess at least with Tom, I know that I'll never have to tell my parents stuff like that about him. My parents like Tom, so that's a big plus to me. If my mom likes the man I'm dating, that tells me he is a good man. I'm old fashioned like that.

I arrived over at Tom's house. I didn't even knock on the door, I knew that he would be around back playing around with the car. Tom looked up at me as he was polishing the chrome in the back of the car. I don't know what it's called, but I know he was working on the metal thing on the back of the car. If you can't tell, I don't know too much about cars. I should though, after listening to all of the stuff that Tom has told me over the years. You would think by now I would be a car expert. I can say, I do know more about cars now than what I did when we first met. When we first met, all I knew was where to put the gas. Now, I can do all kinds of things. I can even check the air in my tires. Doesn't sound like much, but it is to me.

“How are you doing sweetie?” Tom asked as he heard me walking near him.

“Not too bad. You?” I asked.

“I think there is a little chip in the paint on the rear fender,” Tom said as he looked up at me.
“Oh no! Should we call a doctor?” I asked, trying to pretend to be overly concerned.

“You women don't understand. This is my baby!” Tom said as he polished the metal on the back of the car.

I'll never understand men and their cars, but that's just life I guess. I really don't know if it all makes that much of a difference. I love Tom and that is all that matters to me. Tom is a good man, someone who I would like to marry. I guess even if he does spend too much time with his car, he does love me. Love is something that is hard to find these days. When you do find it, you better keep a hold of it. You never know when you will be finding love again.

Tom threw me a sponge and told me to get to work. The look on his face told me that something was up. I just didn't know what. I washed the front part of the car and looked at it closely. It didn't look too dirty to me. I mean, it wasn't exactly clean, but not dirty enough to wash it. Most people would love a car to be half as clean as Tom's car was. It wasn't long until I found out why he wanted me to wash his car.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I felt Tom scrubbing me with soap.

“Oh sorry, I thought you were the car,” Tom said with a smile.

“Look at what you did! Now I will have to take off my sports bra!” I said as I took it off.

“Do those nice tits of yours need cleaning as well?” Tom asked.

“If you are going to wash them, go for it.” I said looking at Tom with a silly face.

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