I am making it my mission to have a married man flood my ins..

I am making it my mission to have a married man flood my insides via my asshole with sperm. Not just any married man. The overly happy, overly affectionate in public, such as the gym or grocery store, married man. Keep that mushy shit in the house. Nobody wants to see it. I will hunt her husband down the next time I see it. I will become his pump toy, get him addicted to cumming inside my body, and text pictures of his seed dripping out of me from his phone to hers. Actually, that sounds good. I kind of want to do that right now, even if they aren't that annoyingly overly affectionate couple.

I am super happy and not to mention proud that at 56, I use zero filters or edits to make me look younger and like a flat piece of plastic. Funny, even I am getting used to the matte plastic look we know and love.

Stupid story, but I'll tell you, anyway. It won't make your dick hard, so don't read it if that will annoy you. I went out with a few people yesterday. Significantly well know people in the world of porn. Collaborate, they said. They had seriously overdressed for the occasion.. Or maybe I was seriously underdressed. Who knows? Two minutes into "Let's shoot some content together," I was out. I have seen this a thousand times before. Scripted motion porn. "You do this, and I say that you do this, then I do that, then you cum." They were going to be running the show down to the last detail. I would do as they say. I said thanks, but not something I wanted to do. They were a bit shocked. Tried to sell me on it some more. Even asked if I was familiar with who they were. and told me how much money we would make if we followed their "system." They actually said they have a "system." Still, I said no, and they asked why I wasted their time. I thought about it, and they were right. I wasted their time. I knew what the sales pitch was going to be. I should have just said no via DMs. Maybe I just wanted to fit in with the relatively famous crowd. And I might have done it if it weren't for two things. Her man was too much to handle, and she was clearly lit. He's the one who's running the show. He answers all her messages and runs all her pages and social media accounts. She spreads her legs for whoever he tells her to do so. If that works for them, and it obviously does financially, then awesome sauce for them. If anyone were to get near my accounts, I would chop their fingers off before they could put a single stroke on the keyboard. That's my stuff. Keep your distance or else. So he totally turned me off. Then there was the high mattress actress doing the bobble sleepy head thing in an evening gown at a sports bar while drinking a Jack and Coke. That is a huge downer for me. I had put her on a pedestal before I met her, and now, she's just another chemically altered ding-dong stumbling along. I didn't want to be mean, even though her husband started getting a little annoyed with me for not agreeing to his "system." The place we were at, I know every server and bartender there...closely. So I called the big cheese over and told them to put the tab on me. I tipped the server, apologized for wasting their time, and hit the road. When I got home, I creeped on their Twitter account to see what they would write about me, but they blocked me. So I creeped harder and created a new account to see their tweets. Nothing so far. Maybe after this post comes out, I will get put on blast. I'm okay with that. I wasted their time, and I shouldn't have. I still have to go in and pay the tab. Hope they didn't order drinks for the entire bar! Just kidding. They wouldn't do that. At least, I hope not.