First things first. I feel goooood! Finally! It's about damn.. (OnlyFans)

First things first. I feel goooood! Finally! It's about damn time! Hopefully, all will remain that way, and no more sliding back and forth. These photos are from 2011. I was looking at them this morning, and I like them. I used to take these myself. The setup back then was extensive and took forever. I had a cottage on Lake Norman in Denver, NC. I leased it, and the landlord didn't pay his mortgage, and at the end of my lease, they took it from him. Otherwise, who knows where I would be now? I really liked that place. I would have stayed. Funny how external factors can alter the course of one's life.

I got an angry email last night from someone who remains anonymous. The writer claims to be a wife cheated on. She seems to think her husband is cheating by subscribing to my Onlyfans. She is distraught that I answered his DM's. Let me quote this. "You are a woman stealing my love when love is all I have. That makes you not much of a woman." 

Oh, for fucks sake. Get over yourself. The odds of me doing whatever it takes to find your husband, travel to him, and fuck him are pretty much zero. I will warn you, though. You telling me this just turns me on. The thought of your husband wanting to stick his dick inside of me and pumping sperm that belongs to you into me makes me want to masturbate right now. And I don't even know who he is. Now I want him to fuck me in the ass while he tells me how much more he wants me than you. I absolutely love when guys are pumping inside of me and telling me how they would leave their wives/girlfriends for me. It must be an ego thing. I know... you don't have to tell me. I'm a terrible person. But here is the other side of the coin. I get off when I'm being cheated on. It's like a challenge to reclaim the cock as mine. I will suck and fuck a cheating cock clean off just to make it mine again. I don't care that he cheated or with who. I like hearing about it. Please give me the details. I'll rub one out while you tell me. Just do the right thing and bring her home. Let me take a run at her. We can cheat together. On top of that, I like the competition for the cock, so it's on in the bedroom. I guess I don't cheat like everyone else. I cheat for the sex. I cheat for the thrill. When I'm cheating, I like to take chances. I want to fuck in places I might get caught and get outed. I once cheated with a married guy in his pool shed or pool house or whatever it was. I sat on a bar stool with my ass out in the air, and he pumped me dumb and full of cum. It was fantastic sex because his entire family was just outside around the corner. He left as soon as the last drop of jizz was dumped in my ass. He pulled out, zipped up, patted me on the back, and was gone. I never forgot the pat on the back. It turns me on just thinking about it. That's all I was to him. A hole to fuck. That's all I wanted to be. His hole to empty his balls in. I looked around for something to wipe up with when his wife walked in. She stared at me, and I saw her looking at my crotch. I looked down and had ropes of her husband's sperm drooling out of me. I didn't know her. I didn't even know her husband, who had just ejaculated in my rectum, so when she told me to leave and never come back, I thought that was a reasonable request, so I did. But I didn't drive. My boyfriend did. He was friends with the husband who I just ass fucked. I figured the sperm was already out of the ass, so I might as well cum clean. It didn't go well. I walked a few miles with a spermy ass to a mall, where I caught a cab. There was no such thing as Uber back then. Here is the messed-up part. It took everything I had not to finger myself off to another orgasm during the cab ride home. I was crazy turned on for the next two weeks over that. I got obsessed with doing it again. I called the guy a dozen times at his work before he finally told me to fuck off, that I was a huge mistake and I ruined his life. I took that personally. Then I realized I didn't ruin his life. He approached me. He took me into the pool shed. His dick magically slipped into my asshole, and his balls pumped his wife's sperm inside me. I was just a willing participant. Not because I wanted to hold his hand and watch movies together. Because I wanted to feel his cock in my guts. That was it. I didn't call him to steal him. I called him because I wanted to be his fuck hole again. I liked the feeling both physically and mentally. To get rid of me, all he had to say the first time I called was, "I shouldn't have fucked you. We can't talk anymore." I would have been perfect with that. He always told me he would call me back or he couldn't talk right now. So I took that as interest in breeding me. There is the possibility I could have been cock stupid. I get that way, so I probably missed the signs.

I don't know what happened to him. All I know is my boyfriend said they were working it out. I stayed with my boyfriend. He even got on board and encouraged me to fuck him again. Then after that didn't work, he bought me sexy outfits to flirt with guys in. We ended up married for quite some time. I had the most incredible sex in my life, and It wasn't with him. So did he. And it was with me. I'm just saying. Funny how things work out.