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I want to cum inside you one more time, so tell him thirty minutes. That’s what Bob said last night when my boyfriend called and asked if I could come home. There was no way I was going to deny myself or Bob the opportunity to breed me simply because my boyfriend wanted me home. It ended up being quite a bit longer than thirty minutes because Bob emptied his testicles inside me two more times after that. I would’ve stayed the night if Bob asked me to. In fact, I wanted to stay the night, but I still have a little bit of pride left and said nothing when he didn’t offer. It’s not that I have lovey-dovey feelings for Bob, but I do have painfully strong feelings for our sex life. I had this deep desire last night to wake Bob up in the morning with the fat, spongy head of his cock in my mouth. I just had this incredible urge to drink the jizz from his cock in the morning and then just kiss him goodbye and go home. It probably wouldn’t have worked out that way. He didn’t fuck me in the ass last night, so I feel like I might’ve gotten a good anal lubing this morning. Anyway, none of that happened, and I got home rather late last night. Bob emptied his seed into me three times yesterday. It was amazing sex. Bob is understanding what his dick actually does to me. It turns me into a complete moron unable to think for myself to the point I have to be told what to do. Which is a role I happily accept because I absolutely love being his own personal brainless fuck toy. Which is exactly how he uses me. I’m nothing more than an assortment of holes for him to pleasure his penis and empty his sperm into. It’s absolutely amazing how good that makes me feel. As odd as it sounds, it means so much to me knowing that all I am to him is a cum dumpster. So much so that I swear if he told me to leave my boyfriend, it would happen immediately. I know there would be no actual relationship other than me blabbing incoherently while I beg for his sperm. Sounds like a match made in heaven to me, though. It must suck to be my boyfriend knowing that I value a load of sperm in my ass from Bob more than I do our entire relationship together. I can’t help it. I am who I am. Anyway, I’m going to start getting way off base, so I’m going to move on.

Here's something way off topic. I read all seven pages of the so-called “Florida don't say gay” bill. It looks good to me. I don't know what the problem is. Kids at that age have zero clue what sexual orientation is, nor could they give a rat’s ass about it. I've been a perv my entire life and I assure you when I was seven years old, the last thing I was thinking about was whether I wanted to be straight or gay. The other argument that was brought up to me is that gay teachers can no longer talk to the kindergartners through third grade about things that involve their spouses or their lives. Good. I never even knew my teachers first names, much less who they were married to it regardless of whether they were straight or gay. Teachers should never interject their lives into the education of students. At that age, the only thing they should teach them is the beginnings of how to read, write, and perform arithmetic. Discussing what you or your partner did that weekend has absolutely zero bearing on what these kids should be learning. But again, I'm just saying and I could be wrong. I doubt it, though.