Morning everyone. Got a trainer workout today. Free of cha..

Morning everyone. Got a trainer workout today. Free of charge. Imagine that. All I had to do was empty the contents of his testicles via the tip of his penis down my throat. I would have done that regardless, so the jokes on him. I am wearing this dress in the photos to his gym so my intentions are clear. I also am wearing a butt plug to further make my intentions clear. I intend to leave with my rectum well greased by sperm. I have always wanted him to stretch my ass out for me. Don't know why. It just seems like he would be good at fucking my ass. I will let you know! Moving on. I know women hold sex hostage for things they want, but guys do it as well. They will do it for access to money, cars, a place to stay, and, in my case, free workouts. The reasons are pretty much universal. I’ll hold out sex for more sex. That’s my trick. You want to slip your dong inside my guts? Not until you finger me under the table at Chile’s. Then we can talk about you breeding me a bit later. You want to fuck? How about you lick my pussy until I am right on the edge of cumming and then I will go fuck another guy to finish me. The best part will be when I get back and basically drown you in sloppy seconds. No? Then I am the pussy Nazi and “No Pussy For You!” You’ll give in because I will parade around in front of you in all kinds of states of undress. It’s only a matter of time. I was told that I treat the male sexual organ widely known as the “penis” as an inanimate object. I had to think about that. I understand what he’s saying, but I guess my point is “so what?” His point is that because the “penis” is part of a male human being, I should reference it as such. As in “his penis” and not just as “it.” In other words, the sentence “I loved the way “it” felt in my hand should be “I love the way “his penis” felt in my hand. Because the cock is part of his body and shouldn’t be referred to as a separate entity. Problem is, he may not separate the cock from the guy, but I do. Obviously. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t fuck half the guys I do. Why? Because they aren’t worthy of the cock attached to them. As in, they are douche rockets. I don’t want to talk to them though I may talk to the cock attached to them. They were blessed with the privilege of carrying a beautiful cock around. They are like the gatekeeper of a beautiful penis. I have to go through them to get to the cock. When I’m done breeding with a blessed cock, I kiss the cock goodnight, not the gatekeeper. So no. I am unconcerned about guys and their feelings about their cock being more important than they are as a person. Because it’s the truth. The dick is the best part of many guys. Guys do it all the time with chicks. They pretend to be into the girl to get the pussy which is the same thing I’m doing to get dick. So, am I sorry that sometimes I date guys for the sole reason of introducing their cock to my insides? Not in the least. I don’t mind if they do the same thing to me in reverse as long as the cock properly gets me off. I don’t understand why the concept of having sex for orgasms and not touchy feely shit is such a hard thing to grasp. We fuck, we get a fantastic orgasm. See your dick later, Chuck. Same time next week? I need to get into my Sunday. I was supposed to get laid on Sunday. I didn’t. So there. Sunday covered. I was too tired. Late nights wear me out. I don’t drink, so no hangovers, but I need my sleep or I’m cranky. I hate when I tell people I don’t drink, smoke, or anything else, and they ask me if I have a problem with substance abuse. For fuck’s sake, no, I don’t, I never did. I also never enjoyed drinking. I tried getting high, and it sucked too. Chalk it up to personal preference. I don’t like vegetables all that much either. In the same respect I could not care less who drinks what or how much as long as they don’t turn into dickhead of the year guy. Most people I hang around with, date, friends, all drink. I would guess half of them are high at any given moment. I don’t care. Shoot Clorox in your eyeball if that’s your thing. As long as it doesn’t affect me, it’s all good on my end. I got a lot of stuff to do and I don’t want to do it unless I am laser focused. I certainly don’t want to suck a cock high or sloshed. I want to be fully aware of every sensation when I feel the sperm hit the back of my throat. I don’t need liquid courage to do things. I was blessed naturally with few inhibitions and will jump right in the orgy with no questions asked. Most of the failures I have had in the cock department have been because of alcohol with smoke and pills right behind it. I know a guy to this day thinks his cock is rock hard when we fuck. It’s not. It’s a semi, and it’s soft and squishy and hard to fuck because it folds over now and then. But whatever he is using convinces him it is hard. When he’s not smoking or popping or whatever it is, his cock is strong like bear in the woods strong. But he swears it’s better sex when he’s high. And it may be… for him, that is. Not so much for me. Viagra doesn’t work with whiskey dick. I don’t know about getting high. Viagra is hit or miss for lots of guys. Tri-Mix is what you need to use if you have whiskey dick and insist on drinking before fucking. But that requires an insulin needle in the dick and I would hate to see a tipsy person try that. Anyway, no, I have zero issues with any substance, be it liquid, smoke, powder, pills, whatever. I just don’t enjoy doing it. It’s been that way for 30 years now. I tried to use a word editor to type this thing out. Fuck that. Exhausting with all the grammar corrections and the corrections seem to change the context of what I’m saying. I bet it took me 2 hours to get this far. Uninstalled, removed from the browser, and URL removed. Ain’t nobody got time for that! There were like a dozen corrections in this little paragraph.