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Here's a shit ton of pics. No filters or silly crap. Moving on. Ask a guy to put his dick in your guts, and it weirds them out. I literally asked a guy a few years ago just like this. “Would you want to slip your dick in my guts?” not only did it make his face turn red, he got very angry, said some eye-opening things, and then walked away. He said a “real woman” wouldn’t ask a man for sex, and a “real woman” wouldn’t use that kind of language. I asked him what “kind of language” he was talking about and why wouldn’t a “real woman” not ask for sex if she wanted a dick inside of her? The answer was, as I said, “eye-opening,” to say the least. Apparently, according to him, “real women” don’t have sex. They make love and send tasteful hints when they want t a man to take the initiative in the “love-making” process. Using language like “slip a dick in my guts” isn’t something men want to hear. I did not know that. Good thing because I’m pretty sure he’s 100% wrong. I don’t think a woman has to be a feminist to want to have a dick slid inside of her. If I had a dick, I’d want to slip it inside everyone. I don’t. I have a pussy, so, therefore,, my option is to have my holes filled with cock, and it just so happens; I like being filled with cock and cum. I find it incredible that some guys still, to this day, think sex is just for men. As if I never have an orgasm. I am simply a numb hole for guys to use. That would suck beyond measure if it were true. However, after fingering myself off last night in front of Scott…I can assure you I can cum as hard or harder than anyone else on the planet. And since I know everyone on this page knows what it’s like to cum…then you know why I make it my mission to keep on having orgasms. Having a cock inside me intensifies that orgasm to infinite levels of personal sexual pleasure. So, of course, I want a dick in my guts just like you want to put your dick in my guts. So there. We're even. Hopefully, some of that made sense.

I am in a sharing mood, so this will be a long post. You have been warned.

My ex keeps texting. I wish he would stop. I fucked him just because I felt like having a dick inside of me. No other reason. It may have worked out for him and his dick, but it didn’t work out for me and my pussy, so I have no interest in fucking him again. Old habits die hard, I guess. My fault, though. I persuaded him to put his dick inside and then proceeded to work it until he emptied his sperm in my hole, so much for being faithful to his second wife of 21 years.

The difference between fucking my ex and fucking Rob. Well, Rob’s cock is 4 inches longer and much fatter, but beyond that…it’s just better fucking Rob. And…I didn’t even fuck him. I just sucked the sperm from his balls, patted his dick on the head, and tucked him, him being Rob’s dick, back away in Rob’s pants, saying goodbye to an appendage that I have feelings for till I get to spend more time with it hopefully sooner rather than later. If all I did was suck Rob’s dick, you might be wondering how I got my sexual satisfaction. I masturbated in front of Scott while I replayed, having Rob’s cock in my mouth. The orgasm was stupendous. Long, aggressively intense, and very satisfying. Sure, I could have rubbed one out after letting my ex stick his cock in me, but the thrill wasn’t there. Nothing good stood out. He was just a dry fuck. Oddly enough, I remember sex with my ex to be fairly good, but that was a very long time ago. Maybe back then, my expectations of sexual performance were much lower. These days I hate wasting a fuck on bad sex.

Difference between men who are polite, self-aware, and considerate of others and those who are not. I ran into two different men who recognized me from my online stuff. The first waited to approach me after I left Publix and asked if I was Brooke. I confirmed it for him, and he said it was wonderful to finally see me in person, along with a few other things. I thanked him, engaged in about a minute or so of small talk, and we both went away with smiles. The second guy approached me in Publix while I was with someone who obviously had nothing to do with my online or porn career, which is not something one with any decorum would ever do. Not only that, he had his 3 kids with him. He said wildly inappropriate things in front of his kids, who looked thoroughly confused, tried to set up a date, and basically made me irritated and uncomfortable with the entire situation. He got a distasteful look and said fast goodbye in a way that conveyed, “I never want to see you again.”

Look, I am always happy to say hi if I’m approached reasonably. It is probably not a good idea when I'm with someone, as my response won’t be nearly as welcoming if I am alone. Unless I’m in an obvious adult-only situation, then, by all means, feel free to join the gang. That doesn’t mean the first words I want to hear are “I want to eat your pussy.” You would be shocked how often that or something like that is the first thing I hear from people I have never met. I go by the rule when you are with someone new never say anything you wouldn’t say to your mother if she were present. I actually had a guy who followed me home, knocked on my door, and when I answered, he said, “I want to eat your pussy.” The door closed and locked, and Scott was called but was long gone before he arrived. I still have that Ring video saved in case he ever returns. That is when I cut all my hair off, went full GI Jane, and went 100 percent wigs when I’m online. Why? So people wouldn’t know who I am unless I have a hair hat on, and it was and still is wildly successful. I like to be noticed, though, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t. It makes me feel good. The idiots are few enough that I don’t worry much about them.