Boom Boom Jizz Jizz

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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.  

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More on Dominance

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So I was thinking more on the dominance thing, I probably have a lot to say about this.   I haven’t really talked a lot about the whole uncle thing and his nom nom friend, and don’t really feel the need to, but it kind of makes sense that I was so willing to drop my pants and suck a dick when someone did offer me affection, and even the brother, I was mostly, yeah, whatever. 

Well, because I can’t remember not being someone’s squeaky fuck-toy, and please no one lecture me about that. I know it is not right, but guess what?  Help doesn’t exist and not right is the way the world turns.  I am trying to figure this out, it isn’t right to be a fat suburban housewife either. 

A couple of things though, my shrink and I spend a lot of time talking about my fucking, fucking, fucking, he has made comments about how pretty he thinks I am.  I just look at him and think, ok, then fuck me and get it over with, but don’t say that. He wants to know ‘how I got here’ so I am getting help. 

The other is one of my current lovers, is a nom-nommer, I mean it is one thing to suck on a tit, but very rarely and not since a long time ago, have I had a ;nommer, which I guess is what brought that up. You know, I can just chew and suck on these titties forfuckingever.  Which I guess brings that old thing up.  I never say anything, I mean I squeal and sometimes try to move my body away, but I have this weird thing, if I decide to give my body to you, I just shut the fuck up, it is like I don’t have an opinion, just a reaction. 

So if he wants to hold my hands over my head and play with my tits, I let him, if he wants me to look in the mirror while he “destroys” my ass, sure. 

I don’t know, it is all different, like my first real ex, the Mr. tell me what a stupid whore you are, well when he dominated me, I really knew I would be safe, so I was cool with whatever he wanted to do.  His whole fuck my friends thing, well it really made me feel desired and like I was pleasing him.  In a way it felt like proof that I belonged to him, same way with file-cabinet boss now, like I can help him close a deal, look important, and it makes me feel good. 

It is weird to come to terms with this, because I have never been attracted to BDSM culture, I really don’t like the leathers and contraptions, they are so not sexy to me.  That is different though than fun party time, or like with my couple, petplay, which we did cat and puppy, but I liked puppy and that was pink bows and pigtails and then again, I started off as a puppy, but that felt fun and sexy and you have to get the bone or else you are very naughty, lol.  

Being taken care of in that context is actually super safe feeling, of course being dominated by some entitled stranger –rape, sucks ass. 

It is confusing to me and hard for me to be really honest about.  That there is a part of me that loves feeling like someone’s toy, that feels so safe. That sure, I have done a lot of weird things, but it feels different if you feel like someone strong and kind is in charge, it is not scary. 

Although maybe I am just a sex addict,whatever that is. 

Today, I was bored because I had to run an errand.  There were these two older and very handsome me in line behind me.  I was wearing a very short skirt, because that is how we dress where I work.  I wasn’t paying attention until they started whispering about my petite ass.   I didn’t get the all of it and then they started texting and laughing.

Then I took off my jacket so they could get a full view of my profile, then I leaned a bit forward to rest on a ledge while we were in line, knowing full well that would reveal the top of my thigh highs and so close to my bare ass.  I sighed, and all of a sudden started to tingle all white stars all over.   I am not really a tease as I would have put out for some good cash and if I didn’t have to go back to work. Made the time pass.

I mean I can tell I am acting out in bad ways, that is clear, but there is another part of me that feels like this is what people want, it feels good and it is what I am good at and good for. Why does the world judge that as such a bad thing?

I didn’t do anything, just trying to figure it out. 

 


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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Tights

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I tried to do something different, so this is me in my tights. I can pull them all the way up over my titties because they make them so big.  They are s/xs.  It makes my nips angry though you can tell.  Mean ole angry nips.  Lol.

I like the slideshows best there is something about the movement that reminds me of really fucking.  The really good kind


You Don’t Have A Right

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Ex and  I once went on a river vacation.  We brought innertubes and found a nice quiet place to fuck.

 

After that, we went to a bar because of its old timey neon sign.

 

Most of the time if I am with a man I get left alone.  This time I did not.  Ex didn’t say anything to me until we left, then he started shouting at me about how I had no right to go into a bar, looking like me, at my age, he almost had to get into a fight.

The same guy who liked to watch me fuck other men if he was the director.  I guess that is the main point.


Just Wear A Sweater If You Don’t Want People Commenting On Your Tits

So I decided to go with piggy option in my previous weighing of today’s outfit with an even bigger sweater on top of piggy-shirt.  2 sizes two big, medium, but a baggy style even for a medium.

Two  young men who  had been drinking coming out of a bar while I was going to catch my bus home stopped and said, “Are those even street legal?” and then laughed.  At first I thought, Jeez, but then I thought,  that is actually pretty funny.  Delivery makes a big difference.

I mean where are these sweaters meant to come from?  Sweaters are made out of soft materials and when you move they kind of move with you.   And as I have said before, the draping and whatnot.

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Here is piggy shirt from last post, only now girlies are free and smiling.   Too bad there is so much hostitlity toward big-titted women, otherwise you would see a lot more of this in the world.   Which maybe you wouldn’t like, not everyone is into tits.   I think they look soft and kind though

I googled why is there so much hostitility toward women with big breasts and all I got back was answers like,  “Most men actually prefer small breasted women with confidence”  probably, for their wives  “I need to marry a Jackie not a Marilyn”  completely ignoring that there is hostility toward big breasted women.

Also why do big-boobs equal tiny-brain in everyone’s book?

The only big boobed women either didn’t show their tits, show me the tits if you are going to talk about them, because how do I know you aren’t talking smack and every part of you is big and that is why your titties are big?  It is different.   I mean not the same if the reason your tits are big is because you love the cookies.  Which I know has its own problem.  There was a woman next to me on the bus who I noticed seemed just as squirmy as I often feel but she was super fat, so she is probably afraid for a different reason.

Even fat people though get to talk about their fat, but stupid whores are just supposed to not notice.  Hmph.