Yes, probably everyone



Honestly everyone.


I don’t know I seem particularly fun to share but well …

Boom Boom Jizz Jizz




Last night was a bit much but fun.  I don’t understand the reason behind the gangbang, like to people think my boss is a better person because he has a whore?   I  am not sure what it accomplishes but they were so cute  on their chairs and acted like they liked me so— come here, come here—I was the one that said puppy play which was just pig tails and bows and they did like that, as did I because then it gave them something to hold on to.  The other thing I like about puppy play is  I  don’t have to talk.  I just squeal or whimper or wag. 

I did crawl around and lick up sperm, but that is fine. 

I don’t have to think.  They did get all nom-nom with my titties but once I became puppy that felt way more safe.   There is something about my titties that makes people hungry.  I did see a video of them with one guy from last night.  Frosted cupcakes.  

I left all their sperm on me as long as I could.  It feels like life.  Magic. src=”″ />Imagere

Pet Play

Pet Play

Oh so huge surprise it did not work out, the wife got too jealous. The stupid husband made comments like ” oh my God I can’t believe how tight you are” which even I could have told you no wife wants to hear.
I still feel cheated and confused, it i probably out of selfishness, but the pet-play, i must admit was fun.

So I have been living with this couple since my husband left me`

But they travel sometimes.   Again I have to apologize for not being the best editor.   Okay, so I live with them and they are a bit older than me and I almost feel like I am being parented by them, except they are horny as fuck and wear my pussy out like you would not believe.

The wife actually has bigger tits than me, and they are so beautiful, but she is also believe it or not, shorter than me!  Which is awesome because I am used to being the wee-bit, and I still am in a way because I am smaller, but it is different.   It makes me feel less alone.

The husband makes a lot of money, so I feel protected even if I don’t really get anything.   I do get meals, I do get listened too, which is new for me.  I still feel horribly insecure and they notice that.  I can’t sleep, I have a very alarmed startle response.  It is weird, I feel like a wild-animal in their universe.

I am not used to not getting hit. I keep expecting them to rain a rage of anger on me.   I have even gone as far to confront her and say, “why haven’t you told me I am a bad person yet?”  and she was surprised that I would ask such a question.  I can’t even relate to that. Surprised?

But then I am still me, they go away for the weekend, I meet my friend in a bar, a chicka, but then she has to leave, another girl says, that is cool, I say I should leave too, I feel a bit drunk and she says let me buy you one more drink and  I of  course say okay and then her tongue is in my mouth and then I don’t feel capable of getting home and then I am on her bed…

The next night they are gone, I am with a friend who is not a girl, but a guy, who laughed about it later, of course I was drinking and trying to get away from his dick because I am little, and it does hurt and he got rug-burns chasing me around the carpet.   I kept trying to scoot away and he kept going after me, so he ended up with rug-burns which is funny because I kind of have permanent scars on my knees.

He said later, I love to hear you make that squeal, that sound, that hum, oh that makes me feel so…


“powerful?”  I asked.


“Yes” he answered. “I love the way you shake”


My couple came home and were really sweet and she asked me at one point if I was okay, I said of course.   I fell into orgasms with her.



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I changed my mind.  Sex is the best thing ever


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Sex, Shit-Facested Escape and I Lied


Okay so am still not taking better pictures but okay, sue me.

Maybe I will never learn.  I am not meant to be floating in space here, I was lying on my floor but wanted to make my floor unrecognizable.

I don’t know what those white lines are all about at the bottom.

Other than that, I am trying very hard not to have my marriage fall apart.  I am the total victim in this breakdown EXCEPT the fact that I have been up to my old tricks.   That yes, okay, there was a power-play here a catalyst.  That got broken down though, like I have a choice, like the help ever has a choice?  But the barrier was broken, the fragile wall that I had set up shattered.

Sex feels like getting wasted, like not being here, being in ecstasy, total pleasure, but just like getting shit-facested can have a fuck of a hang-over.

I am a dick, I am an asshole, I am a disappointment.  Which reminds me that I have/am a total perv. who despite being female which is somehow supposed to make me pure, am not pure.   Someone told me recently I talk like a man about sex.  It reminded me of my mom telling me about her spin the bottle stories, she went in a closet in jr. high and kissed a boy, he told her, “You kiss like a boy!”  Which shamed her.  “How did he know?  I asked.  She laughed.

Why am I like I am about sex?  I still don’t know, but after starting this blog I am closer to knowing.  I don’t feel as bad as I did, but I still don’t know why I am a total perv.   I am not allowed to be, I am not supposed to be, I am  a chased after girl.   What is wrong with me?