Title: Good Sunday Morning, everyone. I'm up, ate four chocolate f..

Message: Good Sunday Morning, everyone. I'm up, ate four chocolate frosted Krispy Kreme doughnuts, frozen sausage bowl, well, I unfroze it in the microwave first, a candy bar, a protein drink, a five-hour energy drink, and I am just about ready to go. Last night was whacked. What a weird crowd everywhere I went. Everyone was so damn down and depressed. They were wandering around like somebody ate their Cheetos and then rubbed their fingers on their shirts, which brings me to this public service announcement. Never eat Cheeto's while watching porn. I shouldn't have to tell you why. It's never a good idea. An even worse idea yet, Eating Flaming Hot Cheetos while eating porn. Different color along with an added, might I say, unwanted addition to the combo. Anyway, where was I? Last night. Let's just get to it. I didn't get anywhere with anything last night. The dick stock was subpar last night. One guy at the Streamline had possibilities. He was good looking and tight, but then he talked. He started telling me about his 14 kills in Afghanistan, four of them with a bayonet. At this point, I'm thinking to myself, didn't we like quit stabbing people with rifles like back in the Civil war? Alright, maybe it was Vietnam now that I think back to some of the movies I've seen. I don't know. I used to rent a room to a guy who was in the military. He put one thing up on his wall, and it was a form from the Marines. He said everyone gets them when they get out. I read it. It was like a list of things he had done or accomplished; honestly, I don't really know what all was on there. He had a bunch of combat things listed on there, some medals, and one was the purple heart. He never said a word about anything military-related. I never asked. I have no idea what the purple heart was for. I probably never will. My point? I don't believe the guy from last night because he was too eager to impress me with his battle skills and his awesomeness at killing people. A combination that gets all girls wet and sloppy on the spot...or not. I thanked him for his service and went on my way. Look, I like the military, I think those who serve are awesome, I was married to a Marine. Just don't expect me to believe it's raining when you're relieving yourself down my back. I would rather hear about your bad day at work as a plumber then stuff you think would impress me, and I'm being truthful when I say that. What happened to the guy who rented the room? He went to school, became a robotic engineer, picked up a job in California somewhere, and went on his way. I liked him. I would have fucked him hard, but I could tell he wasn't interested, so I didn't push it. He had a super cute girlfriend, and they may even still be together. Anyway, back to last night. I took off to the Ocean Deck, and it was crowded, but it was an angry crowd. Little fights were starting up here and there. I wouldn't say I like that, so we left. So I went home, watched this TV show called "Preacher" on Hulu and now I'm hooked on that. How's that for an exciting Saturday night? No dick, no pussy, no nothing. I didn't even get myself off. That will have to change today, though. I'm going to the beach with Juliette so that will be fun. Maybe we will do some gay shit together. I am overdue for being gay for the day. I am still pretty happy about my edging experience yesterday. I have been thinking about it a lot. It's weird, I don't get off doing it, but I want to do it anyway. It's some kind of odd head game for me. I am possibly addicted to making dicks spit large amounts of cum. I am totally unconcerned if I am. I see all the folks hooked on booze and drugs, and if I need to see a dick drain its balls now and then, I'll take that any day of the week. I want to put it on video. I want this guy from yesterday to let me put it on video. His dick does it so perfectly. The way it shakes and jerks all by itself is mind-boggling awesome. To just know what that feels like...it makes me touch myself thinking about it. I wouldn't even film his face, but he says no way. He must be worried someone might recognize his cock. It's a bummer. I have found the perfect edging penis, and I can't share it with the world. Between this guy and my trainer, I am starting to lose faith in humanity here. Anyway, enjoy your Sunday. I am off to the beach to see what the sharks are up to, so catch you later! Love ya Brooke