I was looking forward to Brandon flooding my guts with cum all day yesterday. He texted and asked me if I wanted to get together, which is code for “I want to slip my dick in your guts and breed you.” Honestly, I can’t think of anything I would rather do than feel a man pumping sperm into my body, so I said yes immediately. I asked him what time, and he texted that he would get back to me. I never heard another word all day long. He does this, and I’m tired of it. He must think he’s a master of fucking. He’s not. But he’s a hard dick, he’s close, and it’s fun. I had it in my mind that I would train him to be a superior fuck. It would be a win-win for both of us. So, I just discounted him as a lost cause. Then, as I was out to dinner with Scott, he texted, wanting me to cum over. I couldn’t help myself. I told Scott he was eating alone, got up, hit the road, and off to Brandon’s I went. I was wet as fuck thinking about how I left my husband at the restaurant alone so I could let another man put his dick in my body and breed me like an animal. When I got there, he wasn’t there. I texted him and got no answer. So I sat in my car with a chick's version of blue balls thinking, what the fuck. So, Brandon, as fun as he is, is out. He’s too irresponsible of other people's time. The way I see it is if you don’t want to fuck me, don’t ask me. If you ask me, have the courtesy of emptying your balls in me one way or another. I make it clear that the only relationship I am hoping for is with your dick and only your dick. Except for Jake, that fucker tricked me into feelings by being Mr. Wonderful. But Jake is pursuing a relationship. So, other than falling deeply in love with his cock, there never would have been an emotional relationship if he hadn’t. What’s my point here? I don’t know; I’m ticked off a bit. I mean, just stick your dick in me and make me cum. Then I’ll leave. Is that too much to ask for? So, back to Tinder/Bumble and see what happens there. Believe me, it’s not easy pulling cock from either one.

Yes, Jake is still around. He has been traveling for work. He told me a long time ago that he has to travel for 2 weeks every year in late December. He gets back in today. I’m picking him up from the airport. I’ll let you know how that goes.