Post 1 of 2: Good Monday morning, everyone. I hope everyone..

Post 1 of 2: Good Monday morning, everyone. I hope everyone is doing good. Another week, more of this stuff shoved in your face by me. Sorry about that. I can't help myself. It is what it is. Photos first. It is MILF Monday, and that means MILF pics. Just think, if the first time you ever tried to breed a chick properly was me? You fucked your best friend's mom, and you did your best to put another mini best friend inside of her. She found you that irresistible that she let her son's best friend try to do just that. I find that hot for some reason. Man, I am fucking out there in the sexual deviant land today. And I like it. I need a super sexy T-shirt that says, "My vagina would like to know if your penis can cum out and play?" Because that is precisely what it would be saying right now if it could talk. So let's recap the weekend and see what went on. I really can't think of that much; sexually, it was pretty much a strikeout. A couple of bad dates, though I did have some good solo sessions but not quite sure that counts. I have nothing promising on the horizon as far as getting a box full of dick. I'm going to need to change that. Another day or two without a dick in my box is going to make it a furious box. If it goes too long without being fed semen, it gets angry. It will try and eat your dick clean off when it's hungry like that. I have had guys go home complaining about how sore their cock is when my vagina is in a bad mood. I miss Scott's dick. He used to stick that magical thing in me, and I would melt. My poor box was lost for years after we quit fucking. Nobody has ever been such a magnificent master of my pussy since. His cock caused me to make many horrible decisions, yet still, they were worth it to feel him overflow my box with his sperm. Ahh, the good old cocks. Wonder if I would be disappointed with his cock all these years later? I will probably never know. What would I say to him if I ran into him? "I was thinking of you. Actually, I was thinking about your cock. Wait, I was thinking about your cock throwing all up in my vagina. I guess I was thinking about my vagina, and it was thinking about your cock trying to put a baby in it. Are things getting weird yet?" Probably go something like that. Last week I was invited to join a group for some kind of Internet radio or podcast, I'm not sure. It was supposedly a group of MILFs, and they wanted us to talk about sex and such. The show's idea was that guys would call in and ask questions about sex, and we were supposed to answer them using our experience as anecdotes. Generally, I am okay with that. The only problem was we were going to get the questions in advance to make up answers that would make you guys horny and want to listen to more. As most of you know, one of the critical aspects of my life for happiness is making cocks erect. As I listened to the other MILFs on the group call, I noticed their only concern was how they would profit from this. My only real concern was we were cheating by coming up with the questions first and pretending that they were real. I get it. Money makes the world go around. But they were sitting around trying to develop questions intended to appeal to the broadest possible audience to drive traffic to individual websites, and that isn't for me. As most of you know, I'm as whacked out as they come when it comes to sex. I refuse to sell myself to whatever happens to be the popular sex trend of the day. My faith in porn is waning each day as these ding dongs come up with new and improved ways to part you, the consumer, from your money. Whatever happened to just putting yourself out there, being honest about what you like, and quit trying to trick everyone into thinking you are the sex bomb of the century. So, I said no thanks. They were cool about it, didn't ask me to explain myself, though I would have if asked. Hey, you, yeah, you. Quit bitching about me not talking about one specific kink 24/7. I am not a one kink girl. My kinks are like a roulette wheel, and nobody knows where they will land on any particular spin. Rest assured, I will get back to whatever it is I said that piqued your interest. I spin the wheel that often.