I got laid today. It was good. I can't talk about it. I prom..

I got laid today. It was good. I can't talk about it. I promised I wouldn't. I have already said too much. I wrote a ton on this one, so quit reading now, or you will be at it for a while.

Throwback Thursday. What that really means is I didn't get a chance to make some new stuff today. That doesn't happen often. I feel bad about it, but not bad enough to get all dolled up and make some new content. So you get the old stuff today. Circa 2012, Denver, NC, Lake Norman on my $1500 Pontoon boat that never broke down once. I did suck a lot of cock on that boat, though!

Look. I'm not all-powerful and ruler of all. Not even close. I am definitely not everyone's cup of tea. All I have to do is look at the beautiful women all around me, and the girl drool leaving my pussy reminds me that there are tons of way hotter chicks than me. But I was born with a neat little ability to touch that spot in a man's mind that turns his dick hard and the brain off. Without getting too self-absorbed in this... that's my superpower. Just saying. In case you were wondering.

There was a guy. Super good-looking. Super fit. Dick was okay. Certainly not strong enough to take control of my pussy. Complete and utter asshole. He said the worst shit to everyone and anyone for no reason. He was smart enough to play me well enough to bend me over and breed me. I don't regret that. He was eye candy, and I got to put his dick in my guts. It was a pretty lame fuck, but you have these things. When guys are cool, I always give them more chances to get it right. Sometimes, mixing my insides up how I like it takes a few breedings. The practice is fun. But he was a dick. Any yes, he had a small dick. That wasn't the problem, though. Small dicks work as well as big ones. They just don't carry the visual aspect a huge cock brings. That's about it. But guys place a massive amount of importance on dick size. I'll tie it all together in a minute. The problem was he started insulting my body. How my tits looked like shit. I should get them done again because they were to big, and while I was there, maybe they could do something about the size of my clit. I was shocked, so I didn't respond. I just went home. So, long story short. I never fucked this jerk again. I did end up being a regular sperm sponge for one of his friends, though. We all met at a table with a dozen other people one night. I didn't see a problem with that. The issue came when he ran his mouth to everyone about how he fucked his buddy's girlfriend out loud and obnoxiously. He kept on it all night, and I finally just let loose on him and made it public about what terrible fuck he was and how inferior his dick was compared to his friends. He said a few dumb things I don't remember, but I finished by telling everyone how he made two pumps and dumped his cum on my leg. I told them if it weren't for him jizzing my leg like a dog in heat, I wouldn't have even known he fucked me. I said a lot more, but I don't remember it all. The thing is, everything I said just came out perfectly, and it stung hard. That doesn't happen to me too often. I usually say a few dumb things myself. But not that night. He made a few comeback retorts, but it didn't help. I shrunk him into a tiny little quivering bug squealing like a bitch about how what I said wasn't true. But everyone knew I was legit. And with that, I permanently converted him from the big, tough stud to a squeaky little troll. He just disappeared after that night. Then, I saw him about a year ago. He put on a lot of weight and lost all of his muscle. Shame he had a body. Now, he looks like the people he used to make fun of. I wonder if he still thinks about me and that night. I bet he does. I don't. Until now. But I'll forget all about him again in 30 minutes.

Shit. Sorry. That was quite the share. Way too boring. But it is what I was thinking about, so thats how it got there.