Yes, the title is a reference to Air Supply. Shut up. My Plane Guy was in rare form tonight. Rare. And yes, I said MY Plane Guy. He asked me to show up looking like a total whore, per usual. I obliged by wearing glitter on my eyelids (because a ho loves glitter more than… Continue reading Flashback: 23-May-2017 – Love and other bruises
...to make a ho. It does. One cannot #ho on her own. A ho without dick is not a ho, after all. This ho has been busy recently. Last night I met a guy from #AFF. No, I'm not on AFF any more, but I am still talking to a few guys via #Kik. I… Continue reading It takes a village…
I believe that I mentioned that this blog would be a combination of my current sexual hijinks and some older stories. (For those of you here from FT, you will see the posts that were on my closed thread, but without asterisks.) Since I can't be sure when my next sexual liaison will be (dammit… Continue reading Flashback: 1-Jun-2017 – #buttstuffthursday
Here are some of the reasons why Stretch was blocked from my phone before he even got to his car. Showed up late wearing shorts and sneakers. I'm sorry...did I disturb you in the middle of your #sportsball game? I wore a lovely off-the-shoulder dress (I looked so #fetch - two young girls at the… Continue reading K bye
...well, fuck. I'm not entirely sure WHAT happened. You see, my friends, I was minding my own business, as I am wont to do. I posted a pic on Instagram of my new gym (barf) saying that working out sucks - 'cause it does, especially for fat shits like me. I get relatively few likes… Continue reading What had happened was…
I'm pretty sure that this post will make many (all?) of you uncomfortable and that you might never talk to me or read my blog ever again. If so, that's a shame, but I'm already over it. If not, then let me know...we should totes hang out in real life!! You must be as sick… Continue reading I need you.
Since PG stood me up last week (dammit to hell), I have had to tell myself every single day: DO. NOT. TEXT. HIM. I told myself to wait till he texts me...if he texts me. Be strong. It is a struggle, to be sure. My brain gets stuck on thoughts and it won't let them… Continue reading Prelude to a fuck
I am on AFF not to date, but to find a tolerable guy with a delightfully large penis to fuck me now and then - or maybe just once. A relationship that involves brunch, spending the night, vacationing together, or just generally hanging out while not having sex is not what I seek. That's boyfriend/girlfriend… Continue reading Slow your roll, Stretch.
I still have my profile on AFF. Maybe I'm actually a #masochist, not a #sadist. I was given a free upgrade to the gold level, so I can now see peoples' profiles. It is fascinating and horrifying at the same time. Y'all, I'm seeing more cocks that Frank Perdue. It's like seeing a bad accident...you… Continue reading The AFF Fuckwit Parade – I. Just. Cannot. Even.
Just a note, in case you're interested...I'm not meeting up with PG tonight, so don't bother checking here for a salacious post tomorrow. He never confirmed the time with me, so I'm not going. We always confirm the time to meet on the day of a meeting, but my first-thing-in-the-morning ass pic didn't garner a… Continue reading Nope. Not gonna happen.
AdultFriendFinder continues to disgust and confuse me. Men clearly do not read what I am looking for, so I ignore nearly all of the messages I receive. When many message me, their messages are one or two words - or letters. "Hi." "Nice tits." "Fun!" "wyd" Dammit, give me something to work with here, people.… Continue reading What in the actual fuck?
Today I asked PG when we could meet and he said Thursday (as per usual, not holding my breath because of the many last-minute cancellations) and that "It will be a rape." Listen, I have no issue with role playing or rough sex. I welcome it; however, when it is presented as such, it is… Continue reading I need to abuse you, Princess.
While sitting at the pool on a fine July 4th morning in the shade of my cabana (and basking in the day-after-you-got-fucked glow), I remembered that Man Bun told me the previous night that he'd be available again if I was interested. Dare I have him again two nights in a row? Yes, I dared.… Continue reading All the better to bite you with, my dear
Princess Diana was the people's princess. I am the people's slut. I write about my adventures for you, the people, in the hope that you will be amused. I hope you find my writing at least moderately enjoyable. Even if you don't enjoy it, I don't care. I'll continue writing even if the only one… Continue reading #thepeoplesslut
Yes!! I'll be in Las Vegas in just a few days. I am considering retaining the services of a gigolo - again. It wouldn't be the same gigolo as in my previous adventures. A girl needs some variety, right? I'm a slut with some money to spend on - well...whatever I choose! I suspect, however,… Continue reading Vegas bound!
I woke up today remembering just a few things about my evening with PG. Let me share these tidbits with you. Every time I leave, he always hugs me and tells me to be careful driving home and that I should text him the minute I do get home. Yesterday was no exception. While I… Continue reading Update to my last post
Yes, that's why my brain is like: complete gibberish up in here, up in here. I'm in a post-coital haze. What do I look like right now? Well, the lower half of my makeup is now on Plane Guy's ass and my hair appears to be the home of a family of rats. I wonder… Continue reading Fkafmivorjffaevmvariargrui. Fo’ reals.
I'm allegedly seeing Plane Guy tonight. Given my luck over the last few weeks, however, I'm not holding my breath that I'll actually end up with him tonight. Two weeks, two cancellations. Because of our text exchange today, I'm terrified. I'm not going to post the content of those texts right now (or ever...not sure… Continue reading Potential Plane Guy encounter
Truer words have never been written. Well, maybe they have been, but whatever. I'm not feeling particularly inspired right now. Let me tell you about my evening with the Fetus. It wasn't really an entire evening. It was just about 2 hours. That was quite enough. I had to meet him at a restaurant instead… Continue reading It’s all fun and games till someone rips a clit.
I have been chatting with a few guys on AFF. The Fetus: 20 years old. In college studying accounting. Not sure of his actual name. The Moose: 22 years old. Not sure if he has a job, but his cock is huge. Scary huge. Moose huge. The AFF Hockey Boy (AFFHB): 33 years old. Plays… Continue reading AFF update
O ye gods! My evening with Plane Guy tonight is no more, but I am not surprised. I texted him early today to ask what time I should arrive at his place. "Don't know" was the response. I asked if we were still on and I got a terse, "Let you know." I knew then… Continue reading Frustration!
Well. Today's texts with PG were...extreme, even beyond the usual. We started at 5:30 in the morning and went through most of the day and into the evening. Before you read further, please know that everything that we text/discuss/do is 100% consensual. Even if it sounds dangerous, foolish, painful, or unpleasant to you, know that… Continue reading A veritable texting frenzy with Daddy and Princess
...pation! After my July 4th sexual reawakening by Plane Guy (PG), my thoughts were absolutely frantic. The only thing I thought of was him and the next time I might see him. We exchanged a few texts while he was still in Vegas and I was back home trying to work. (I work from home… Continue reading Oh, the sweet, sweet antici…
My slutdom started many years ago. We'll get to that another time. For now, let me tell you about how I met Plane Guy (not his real name, obvi) in July 2016. I go to Las Vegas (LAS) a few times a year. I don’t gamble, I drink very little, and I have no need… Continue reading Meeting Plane Guy
Let me just say. AFF can suck my ass. The guys there get all pissy when you tell them "thanks, but no thanks". Awww, did I hurt your feelings, snowflake? You're precious. How do you think I felt all those years when I'd go to meet you in person and you'd see me and just… Continue reading …and the horse you rode in on, mister!!
Online dating is not really my thing. I don't want to date anyone. I'm not a relationship girl...never have been, frankly. My goal is to find a hot guy to fuck. Preferably, the guy is hung. That's all I want. I tried match.com last year (following my sexual re-awakening courtesy of Plane Guy) and it… Continue reading Online cesspool of dating and hook-up sites
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