Hey guys, I’m back. It’s one of those days. Took a quick n..

Hey guys, I’m back. It’s one of those days. Took a quick nap and then a workout and I’m feeling pretty damn good. Someone asked for some feet pics. I made a video, but I don’t have the energy to get it all ready to post. Not that it’s tough to do, I am just super lazy at the moment. So enjoy the pics. There are some bonus pics towards the end if you are foot job person. I know I must sound like I am horny 24/7 and I don’t know, maybe I am. But honestly, I am just a normal person. If I lived next door to you, you wouldn’t have a clue that I might have a mild obsession with sperm. I am literally just a normal person in normal situations. I do tend to find myself in abnormal situations, but that is by design. Obviously, I like sex. I don’t want to appear as that is all I am, a sex starved crazy nymphomaniac. I’m not, well, maybe a little, but I keep it in check. I don’t find my sexuality as abnormal. I think it may be more normal than one thinks. I am just willing to talk about it. I know it intimidates some guys, especially if I am aggressive, and that is not the look I am going for. I just get out of control sometimes and don’t remember to keep everyone’s feelings in check. I blame it on cock intoxication. That should be a thing. They should make a pill or something and advertise it on TV. I don’t know about you, but when I get cock intoxicated, you would be pussy intoxicated, I make poor decisions. Not necessarily poor decisions, but not the right decisions. I say and do things I normally wouldn’t. Like fucking in the parking lot the other night. Still light out, people driving by, having him take pics of his nut leaking out of me. I know people were watching, but I didn’t care. That is cock intoxication. Again, I don’t want you to think I am having sex five times a day, seven days a week. Sometimes I wish I could, but even for me, that would get old. If I had to average it out over the last six months, I would say I got a penis inside of me about once a week. Some weeks, a lot more, others totally dry. Ideally, I would prefer probably five times a week. I see nothing wrong with that. Getting guys to fuck these days has gotten much harder. They want to talk, hold hands, blah blah blah. We can do all of that afterwards. I think maybe guys are going to have to get used to the fact that I am the “cumming” wave of the new women. A prequel, so to speak. It’s no longer such a taboo thing for a girl to be the proverbial “slut.” I see the look in the eyes of these younger chicks. They want to fuck. They don’t care what the other girls think anymore. They like dick and they aren’t afraid to say it. I am just a pioneer of that movement. I was sucking dick before sucking dick was cool. The first thing I ever wanted to do sexually was suck a dick. I will never forget the feeling of doing that. I will never forget the first time I sucked a dick and drank the sperm. I still finger myself to that one. What am I saying here? Again, I don’t have a clue. I guess I just want to impress upon you that just because I may be more sexual than most, it doesn’t mean I can’t bake a mean sheet of cookies. I really can’t bake a mean sheet of cookies, I screw them up, but you know what I mean. My life doesn’t revolve around a hard phallus. My downtime does, but I doubt you could give me one good reason why that is a problem. I think it’s healthy. It is certainly excellent exercise, and I feel fucking fantastic after a good fuck session. I don’t think I have ever had anyone walk away with a frown on their face. Maybe a little dribble of cum here and there but never a frown. I have had people become bewildered afterwards. Literally totally confused as to just what happened. My boyfriend who I pegged with a strap on after begging him for years to let me do it had that look. I slipped that dildo in his ass and his dick went stiff as a board. After all that crap about nothing was ever getting near his ass, he wasn’t gay, whatever, his dick stood straight up. After about a minute of stroking it in and out of him, he blasted a load without ever being touched. He had that bewildered look. Lost in the woods look. That how could I have possibly let that happen and then love it so much I blew my spunk look. It took him an hour to figure shit out. The next time we fucked he wanted that strap on so bad, it was a new thrill for him, but it embarrassed him to ask. So I didn’t use it. Finally, about a month later I gave in and asked him if he wanted me to use it again he didn’t hesitate to say yes. Same results as the first time. Same confused look. I love causing that look. It’s like the ultimate’ I told you so. He finally lost that look when he figured out that our sex life remained our sex life. It didn’t bleed over into our everyday life. We were just two normal people having a blast in the bedroom, nothing more.