I went to bed last night thinking I could use an erect penis.. (OnlyFans)

I went to bed last night thinking I could use an erect penis at this moment in time, but there was none. I’m talking about a real one. One that begins all frail and weak but ends up hard and powerful, ready to spill its guts for me. Ready to spill its guts in me is more like it, but neither here nor there. There was no cock. So I went to Tinder and ended up deleting Tinder from my phone. Too many pics of guys holding fish. That would be like me holding a box of Head and Shoulders Shampoo while wearing a jumpsuit in my pics. It just makes little sense when put into the context of Tinder. Anyway, I’m off Tinder for a few months, and then I’ll fire it back up. I always do. So with the deletion of Tinder, I pulled up some porn that had me in it and rubbed one out until I made foolish faces when I came.

Paul is into feet. I’m okay with that, but he wants to clip my toenails. Says it turns him on, and his wife won’t let him do it. I’m with her on that. My toenails are a bit short bus, and cutting them will only make them a little more odd. Paul has turned out to be a share monster. For a guy who said it wasn’t ethical that I put the head of his cock in my mouth for a few seconds, he sure has hopped onto the unethical bullet train pretty damn quickly. The other night, I thought this same thing when his tongue was in my asshole. He forgot all about his wife and kids the second he got a quick whiff of my box. Now he’s dumping sperm in me as often as humanly possible. Then, after he unloads his jizz in me, he asks me if he is being disloyal to his entire family. Well, of course he is. For fuck’s sake, who doesn’t know that? Till death do us part and all that crap. Do I feel bad about her husband and their dad pumping sperm into my ass? No. Of course not. That’s on him. Would I try to get him to leave them for me? Absolutely not. His cock is the only thing that concerns me. The rest of him, well, they can have it 100 percent. I’ll take a little bit of sperm, and not to worry. His balls will make more by the time it arrives home to them. Why am I telling you this? I’m bored. No other reason.