Good Morning everyone! Is it Humpday? Nope, it’s wide open .. (OnlyFans)

Good Morning everyone! Is it Humpday?  Nope, it’s wide open Wednesday.  I like wide open Wednesday better.

I have “cum” to the conclusion that testicle size has zero to do with the amount of jizz pumped out when a guy cums.  I know a guy with great big softball sized nuts but only shoots out a small to medium amount of nut.  I know another guy with very cute but tiny balls that shoot copious amount of sperm every damn time.  Maybe softball nuts jerks off way more than tiny nuts does.  Who knows?  When you ‘re with me there is one thing that matters.  The size of your load.  A tiny cock with a huge load trumps a massive cock with a tiny load.  Why? I don’t know.  I love sperm.  The more of it the merrier.  That is probably why I enjoy making dicks cum without fucking them.  I want to cause the impending eruption of jizz and I want to see it happen.  I may have mentioned this once before that I once used to know a guy who had a fairly enormous dick, but the best part was the amount of semen he would pump out of his nuts.  I once counted 11 ropes of jizz flying out.  Not watery stuff, thick, long ropes.  I got off on seeing and feeling that sperm splash my tongue, face, and tits so much that I would constantly be playing with his dick.  I would show up to his work and literally beg him to let me suck his cock.  We didn’t go anywhere in a car unless I was jerking and sucking him off while we drove.  It was all about his cum.  The amount of it to be exact.  He left more semen stains on my clothes than everyone else combined.  He actually dumped me.  He said I only cared about sex and not him personally.  He was right.  I thought he was a douchebag with a twinge of Twink in him.  But that didn’t stop me from falling in complete and utter love with his penis and massive sperm baths.  I think I may have cried when I realized my body would be without his ball juice on me, in me, or both.  Maybe I’m a sexual sociopath.  Read on, someone thinks that I just might be.

So, I open my email this morning to find out that some random person has diagnosed me as a Sociopath.  He has gone on to inform me that I have three choices in life.  

I can split up with my boyfriend/husband whichever I have so I avoid causing him severe and permanent mental disabilities.  That’s my first choice.  My second choice is I can confront my boyfriend/husband about this behavior and tell him that I’ve been in the grip of something seriously injurious to him and I’m scared and I want to make it right and stay together.  Finally, I can secretly begin working with someone qualified to help me understand and change my behavior and figure out, as I go along, how to disentangle myself from this behavior and do the least amount of damage possible.

Wonderful, those are my three choices.  Choices, choices, choices.  There are too many choices in this world.  That’s why I cheat.  There are too many wonderful dicks, tits, and pussies in this world to make a choice.  Am I a terrible person?  To some I am sure I am the Anti-Christ.  To others, well, just a solid fuck buddy.  Do people get all screwed up when I step out on them?  Of course they do.  But let’s get a few things out in the open.  It’s been 20-plus years since I said I was anyone’s steady girlfriend.  I have admitted on first dates that I am not a faithful person and I still do.  The last guy that said he was going to put a ring on my finger was told that it needed to be a bigger size, so I could take it off easily when I was going out to find a dick to fuck.  He thought I was kidding; I wasn’t.  I cheated on him in less than three days.  He said he was heartbroken.  I reminded him he was cheating on his second wife with me.  Cheating…. is there anyone who reads this crap I blurt out that thinks I actually wouldn’t step out on you?  I am not property, neither are you.  I don’t own you; you don’t own me.  I make no commitment to anyone that I will be faithful.  If you ask me, I will in no uncertain terms tell you that someone else will have their cock inside of me and I will enjoy every inch of it.  I was never yours.  It was simply your turn.  Now it’s someone else’s turn.  Maybe you will get another turn or twenty.  If you don’t like it, go find some chick that will play by whatever rules you think is fair.  I have my own rulebook and being faithful isn’t in it.  On a side note, I don’t consider sex with other people being unfaithful, unloyal, much less shocking or damaging.  If you cheat on me, and I have said this before, then you better damn well have all the details for me so I can at least get off listening to you tell me about it.  But by all means, don’t let me get in the way of hot piece of ass.  Feel free to invite me if the situation warrants it.  Just saying.