Rob stopped by late yesterday, and we fucked. We fucked for ..

Rob stopped by late yesterday, and we fucked. We fucked for 2 hours straight. I miss that so much. Rob is the only guy I have ever known that doesn’t complain or go soft after 30 or 40 minutes of stuffing his dick in my holes. His dick stays rock hard, and he never lets up. Why do I like to fuck that long? I get caught up thinking about things. I run sexual fantasies through my mind, and I don’t want it to end. It keeps me swampy, wet, and sexually motivated the entire time. Sometimes I go so long it physically numbs me, so it’s harder for me to cum. But the orgasm I get when I do cum lasts so long and is so intense it’s worth every second of it. Could I have cum in the first 5 or 10 minutes? Absolutely, but I don’t want to, so I hold off. Is that selfish? Without a doubt, but I can’t help myself. I want to feel a hard dick moving around inside me while I run an utterly perverted mind-blowing scenario through my head. What do I think about? Yesterday, I was stuck on Shane, my mechanic. I had this mental movie of him taking me out with his friends, going 4 wheeling, hanging out, and letting him bend me over and fuck my asshole until he pumped a load of sperm into my guts. The truth is, while Rob’s cock was stretching my hole out, I was not only running that scenario through my head but cumming up with a plan to make that happen in reality. What is it about Shane that I want to be his anal fuck toy? I think it’s that all Shane’s friends, including his boss, know Scott. I want Scott to have to face them after Shane takes my ass and my pussy…and my mouth, for that matter, and uses them to pleasure his dick. I want both Shane and Scott to know there is a possibitly that Shane could take me away from him. There really isn’t, but they don’t need to know that. Let me reword that. I won’t be dumping Scott for Shane. However, it’s likely that my pussy will be divorcing Scott for Shane, and Shane will have full custody of all of my holes. If he can even fuck me half as good as I imagine him able to…then I would gladly give my body to Shane.

All of this was running through my head while Rob was fucking me for 2 hours. Do I talk about it while he’s fucking me? Not much. I might say something here or there but I don’t want to kill the mood for him either. Plus, it’s awkward for guys to hear that I’m thinking of another man while his cock is rearranging my guts. Rob knows, though. I have told him. He doesn’t care. I’m just a cum dumpster for his dick to unload in for him. Likewise, to me, he’s just a guy who has a massive cock that I thoroughly enjoy having inside of me.

Why don’t I think about Jake all that much when someone like Rob is fucking me? I guess because I am somewhat emotionally attached to Jake. So much so that, like Scott, I am feeling the urge to cheat on him. My time with Rob yesterday was incredible. Not only because Rob can fuck as long as I want him to but because I am cheating on Jake with Rob. I am a seriously flawed individual…and I’m very okay with that!