Good MILF Monday morning. I got a pleasant surprise this mor..

Good MILF Monday morning. I got a pleasant surprise this morning. My boyfriend showed up and told me he read my post about me fucking the guy from Publix. He wanted to know why I didn't tell him about Saturday night and why I told him I was just going to stay in. Why did I do that? Because it turned me on. We haven't had that good cuck relationship as of late. There's been no use and abuse of him by openly fucking other guys because there just haven't been that many other guys lately. Plus, the other guys that I found were not near as good in bed as my boyfriend. It's hard to cuckold a guy when you would rather fuck him than the bulls that are supposed to replace him. So now that there's a possible bull to fulfill my needs, I find myself sliding right back into the game. Cheating is part of that game. Doing things without asking my cuckold or getting his approval is definitely part of that game. So this is where we are now. Two people staring at each other, wondering what the next move is. I know what my move is, but I'm thinking he's just guessing. I really want this kid to work out and I want my cuckold to understand that though I was once his, I have now been taken away and belong to a 24-year-old man that makes all the rules for my pussy. Fuck, I love the thought of that. And so did he. He has a tent pole going on his pants. Guys, it sucks to be you because you can’t hide what really turns you on. You may be able to control yourself on the minor turn on’s but the big ones, forget about it. You are setting up camp in your pants whether or not you like it. I love that shit! My boyfriend will be camping out in his pants for the rest of the day! Finally, I am excited about my sex life again. It’s been too long and too many “sensitive” guys. Maybe it’s me. I like guys who know what they want and aren’t afraid to ask for it. Even if they want to be a bitch cuckold. At least they know what they want out of life. If you want to know what draws me to men, here it is. It isn’t looks, though, that helps quite a bit. It isn’t dick size, though that depends on the dick. It’s knowing and saying what they want without having to drag it out of them. That doesn’t mean I’ll always match up. If you tell me you want to be a sensitive soul that needs to often express their feelings over a good cry, well thanks for sharing, but I forgot to “woke” up and much prefer a guy who gets pissed off in traffic. Good Christ, I get off topic fast. Anyway, my boyfriend is wandering around with a hardon, wondering if a guy half his age with bigger cock will replace him. The answer is a painstakingly loud “I fucking hope so!" Fuck what I would give to make him clean this guy’s car while he is breeding me in my own bed. I want him to thank him as he hands him his keys for doing him the honor of trying to put a baby in me. Then I want his tongue in me to clean out what’s left of his sperm that is still sliding out of my guts. Fuck me, I am so fucking annoyingly horny now. I said it before. Typing these things out is pure agony, knowing I can’t rub one out or get fucked. I have to go get my allergy shot so that kills the rub one out thing. I want my pussy to be completely fresh and unused for my new boy-toy, so no fucking. Truthfully, that is what makes the sex so damn good when it happens! So yay for me! Catch you all soon. A few pics from this morning and I’ll make a quick video as well!