So, Tony is stopping by before he starts work. I will get a ..

So, Tony is stopping by before he starts work. I will get a bellyful of his cum before he departs. Ever been in the mood for a particular something to eat? That's how I am with Tony today. I want to suck him off and send him on his way. I don't want to fuck. I would rather save my pussy for Bob who I have a tentative date with tomorrow. It's a risky move. Bob has been known to cancel. If he does, I'm stuck with an angry pussy. I could curtail some of that by slipping Tony's dick inside of me. But, even though it's mental, it makes what are already mind-blowing orgasms even more intense by saving my pussy for Bob. It also makes sucking Tony off even hotter because I know I'm servicing an inferior cock to keep it interested, so it's there when I need it. Tony's cock is inferior when it has to compare to Bob's. Everyone's dick at the moment is inadequate when it cums to Bob. Bob's dick has, oddly enough, become its own living thing in my mind. It has a life of its own, and it's become my master. Even my husband, Scott, knows I will leave him if it means I get to be Bob's full-time sperm dump. Bob has that rare dick that can make me feel so good that nothing else matters. I know it's a tough pill to swallow, knowing that the cock of another man is so perfect it can instantly take your woman forever. Even if the guy it is attached to is almost unbearable to be around. Human instinct is to blame for this, which can sometimes be a low blow. I know I want to get low and blow on Bob's cock. Just saying.

I follow a bunch of the fit chicks in the fit chick crowd. Some of them aren't all that fit, but they think they are, and generally, they are slim and trim and look good, so I play along. But I unfollowed three of them today. Why? Because they all made videos slamming guys for looking at them. Which is fine if that bothers you. I get it. Nobody likes to be made uncomfortable in any setting. But...and yes, there is a big old "but" in this statement. All of them posted "big ol look at me! Look at me dammit!" videos in super sexy and slinky gym outfits right before they went to the gym where the guys...well... looked at them. Wasn't that the point? If you listen to them, these guys are accosting them in the gym. Are they, though? Are they so bad they have to see a therapist afterward? I have been to the gym more than a few times. Yes, guys stare. Yes, occasionally, some of them try to strike up a conversation. Yes, a simple, "I can't concentrate on my workout with you talking to me" has never failed me. Away they go, and sure, it's gotten me some shitty looks and replies, but if it were some hot guy I wanted to suck the balls snot out of, I would have replied differently. Like, "Can I spot your face with my cunt?" You have to pick and choose your battle tactics. So, ultimately, there is no loss with getting the shitty looks or replies. I wasn't going to be sucking sperm out of their balls, anyway. Honestly, I have never had a problem in the gym. Guys stare at chicks. It's what they do. I stare at chicks. It's what I do. I stare at guys if they look good enough to be a candidate to resize my vagina for me. If someone gets creepy with the staring, give them a shitty look. Fixes 99.9% of the problem. That other 0.1%...well, they are probably your local serial killer, so keep an eye on that one. Anyway. I'm tired of all the "Look at me, look at me!" chicks, and then when someone does...it's the end of the world. I consider it to be hypocritical, over-inflated, and plain old bullshit.