I like dressing up. I like dressing up in the sexiest clothe..
Added 2024-10-02 16:23:38 +0000 UTCI like dressing up. I like dressing up in the sexiest clothes I can wear. I am hooked on being the center of attention…sexually. As in the queen slut of the gathering. Which, most of the time…I am. But, like most people, I get nervous and self-conscious. I want to learn not to give a rat's ass about what anyone thinks, but still…it’s always there. I so want to go out to a club alone, but I have this thing about going alone. I think it makes me look desperate…which I kind of am…for dick, that is. If I take Scott or any other guy that defeats the purpose. When I met Brett, I had Scott there, but he came in separately, and Brett still, to this day, has no idea he watched me flirt with him and get things rolling. I’m saying that I’m getting older, and my time isn’t infinite, so I feel like I need to pick things up while I can. What I’m really saying, all bullshit aside, is that my pussy seems to have reached maximum sexual hunger mode, and I want to capitalize on as much dick as I can. I have no idea how long I will be this sexually charged, hopefully forever or many years, to cum, and I want to chase as many orgasms as I can without a walker. I need to take my big girl panties off, put on a shirt skirt, hit the Ocean Deck, and bend over often to pick up my keys when hot dudes walk by. I need to work up the guts to get it done…all by my lonesome and no wingman for support. I hate to say it…Scott, by his looks alone, scares them off, so my chances are minimal. Scott is good for keeping the whack jobs away, so I’m not complaining. But, If the studs only knew his dick gets pumped when they show me interest…they might end up getting their balls emptied in the parking lot. Maybe I should make him a t-shirt that says…” Feel free to finger my wife.” With an arrow pointing to me.
