A Cautionary Tale

I get asked occasionally by some of my lovely followers if they could be one of my boytoys? It's flattering to read such comments. You all know I am not new to dating websites. I'm sure I could write a book on them. I am fortunate that I receive many, many messages daily and in my pursuit of new men to play with, a girl has to become savvy at this game. 

There's so much I can tell just from a guys profile pic including their username, their bio, and the first message they send me. I will not ever understand why a guy would call himself something creepy like, "HardAllNight" (not a real name as far as I know; I made it up to make a point...if it's you PLEASE change it right now!!!) send a pic of their dick and message like, "Hey babe I can make you squirt all night". I mean, REALLY??? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS??? DO YOU HONESTLY THINK A WOMAN, ANY WOMAN WOULD RESPOND TO THAT????

So of course those get deleted immediately. I throw up a little every time. 

Choosing who to respond to is more than looks, but yes, I'm just like you, I have my "type" and I will always respond to someone who is that. So, without further ado, let me tell you what happened to me last night. It is one for the record books. I couldn't wait to sit down and tell you about it!!!

I got a message from "gangbangboyz"  last night, and yeah, red flag number 1. Creepy name. But his profile pic was smokin' hot, honestly?? He was the hottest guy I think I've ever seen in my entire life. (This should've been red flag number 2 but hey, he fit my "type" so I was interested). His first message should've been red flag number 3 but I was feeling a little turned on by his picture. Without punctuation (one of my BIGGEST pet peeves!) he wrote, "up for a gangbang". Not even a question mark!!! SERIOUSLY??? LOL

Now, I am a kinky sort of girl, and I have fantasies of doing the entire band Avenged Sevenfold all at the same time, so the fact that he suggested a gangbang didn't offend me. I just answered, "not really, but I'd really like to fuck YOU! YOU'RE THE HOTTEST GUY I'VE EVER SEEN ON HERE!!!!" He acted all sweet and innocent, complimentary and nice. My favorite type of guy. Self-deprecating. So it wasn't long till I gave him my phone number and he texted me right away. He began telling me how he was a professional gambler and brought home $9000 a month. At this point, this was Red Flag #1. His age was 25. I was turned off big time by this information. I imagined him sitting at blackjack tables (that was his game he said) with dark sunglasses on, cheating house after house. I said, "I can't believe you haven't gotten thrown out." It wasn't a compliment.

He said his name was Jordan, and that he travels all over the world to casino. He mentioned my home town and it was obvious he did travel. I was starting to get a little intrigued now. I kept glancing at his profile pic and imagining him as he was texting me. So it got to the point where I wanted to meet him. He said, "tonight?" and I answered, "you don't get a date with me THAT easy! I need to see some pics of you. Snapchat?" and he didn't say yes or no. Then he said, "I'm getting a new phone tomorrow, I'll send you some then." RED FLAG #2. I thought, "this guy is playing me." I was starting to get pissed off.

Baiting him now, I said, "Do you have Facebook?" and again, he changed the subject and didn't answer. I looked at his profile again, and that's when it hit me he had only the one profile pic on it. Just a gorgeous, gorgeous face pic of a young guy probably no more than 25 like it said. I clicked on "Details" and there weren't any except that he was straight. It was at that moment I also realized there was absolutely NO bio on him at all. Not even something trite and simple like, "Cats are my life" or "Engineer by day and master chef in my kitchen by night." NOTHING. NADA. ZIP.

I added the red flags up and the evidence was overwhelming.

So I texted him, "I have to be honest with you...my gut is telling me you're catfishing me. You have only one pic on your profile (red flag #1) and no info about you at all (red flag #2). You have no pics of yourself on your phone. (red flag #3). Who doesn't have pictures of themselves on their phone, even if they're getting a new one the next day? And I asked you if you have Facebook and Snapchat and you didn't answer (red flags #4 and 5).

He responded, "Ok gorgeous good night."

I was so pissed.

I wrote, "??? Prove me wrong!!" 

He then sent me a pic of his dick. I threw up a little again. 

I went to his profile page and clicked on "option", and reported him to OkCupid. They said they'd respond with "quick retribution" and that they would block him from being able to see my profile and contact me. I breathed a sigh of relief.

I WENT A STEP FURTHER. YOU WON'T BELIEVE THIS NEXT PART.

Having watched many episodes of, "Catfish", I knew how to do an image search. I copied the profile pic of the hot guy and the EXACT pic came up immediately!! It came up in the first 10 or so choices!!!!! I gasped. 

THE PIC WAS OF A MALE MODEL, ACTUAL AGE WAS 20. AND HIS NAME WAS NOT JORDAN IT WAS JOSHUA ANTHONY BRAND AND HE LIVES IN THE UK.

You can look him up. He is fucking beautiful.

I wrote him a private message to his Facebook telling him about this creep who was using his picture to lure women. He hasn't read it yet, but I hope he does. I'm sure his lawyer will have a field day with the information.

I'm sure that creep will never be found, but ladies, we know these assholes exist and we have to protect ourselves. I feel once again like I dodged a bullet. He could've raped me, Rufie'd me, or killed me. 

ALWAYS, ALWAYS LISTEN TO YOUR GUT. IT WILL NEVER LIE TO YOU.

Frightening to think who would've actually shown up.

Confession time

Hello my lovelies! One thing you can count on is NaughtyAnna will ALWAYS be honest with you and tell you the down and dirty truth in all its glory and occasional ugliness. I have a confession to make. I have been debating whether or not to tell you because although it isn't exactly scandalous, it has been bothering me that I have held back on telling you. And I worship my readers and I have never held anything back to this point.

A little over two weeks ago, I had my regular Pap exam. I always ask for a full STD check. I'm honest with my doctor and let her know I have multiple lovers and aren't always as safe as I should be. She took a swab test and also ordered a full blood work up for HPV and HIV, which I could do after the exam, at the lab downstairs. The exam went well; she said I appear healthy as a horse and she'd call me with the results by Monday. The office called late that afternoon that I was clear of any HPV or HIV. You'll notice my Tweet that day said, "100% clean--as usual". I wasn't lying.

Monday morning, I was getting ready for my new guy I've been Snapchatting to show up for some morning fun and my cell phone rang. It wasn't even 8:00 o'clock in the morning, and it was my doctor's office. Guess what??!!

I tested positive for chlamydia.

There's only one person I could've caught it from.

Jordan.

I was told that she'd called in antibiotics for me and that I should take them immediately. AND that I needed to tell "all my sexual partners" because they needed to get tested and treated.

I only had 2. My husband, and Jordan.

I was with Jordan back in July, and he didn't give me anything then. SO......evidently, he'd been with someone between July and October 6th when he gave it to me.

I had to call him and tell him.

I was petrified. I didn't want to push him away. I didn't want him to think I was a skank and gave it to HIM. I immediately started Googling "chlamydia" and find out everything I could about this STD. And then of course I Googled, "How do I tell my guy he gave me an STD?" And the advice ran the gamut of, "Get rid of that douchebag!" to "Hey, he may not have known he had it. If he's hot, get yourselves treated and let it go." I was a mess. I didn't know what to think.

I couldn't decide if the worst part was telling him or the fact that I had a date RIGHT NOW that I had to cancel because my doctor told me I needed to wait FOUR WEEKS before I could have intercourse again. AND ONLY AFTER I GOT RE-TESTED TO MAKE SURE I WAS CLEAN.

I knew Jordan was out of town on his photo shoot (he's a model) and probably fucking the other models and knew he needed to know. He was spreading it to every girl he was with (I was just assuming he was sexually active). So....I needed to tell him; I needed to let him know not only did he give it to me but whoever he'd been with between he and I in July and this most recent date gave it to HIM. That he would need to call her and every other girl he'd been with during that four-month time.

And most importantly, I wanted to keep a good relationship with him. How the hell was I going to do that????!!!! What if he didn't believe me? What if he thought I gave it to HIM?! What if he was a jerk and a douchebag about it?? Would this mean the end of things between us? The internet basically said, "Don't tell by text or email. Do it in person or if that's not an option, call them." So I sent him a text that very day. I said that something came up and I needed to talk to him right away, could he call me today? He sent a text right back,"I can't talk right now, what's up?" So I said, "Nothing serious, but it's important. I don't want to text." He said, "I'll call you as soon as I can hun." I was so happy he called me "hun" LOL I started to relax. I thought, "This will go well."

I waited ALL FUCKING DAY for his call. A week later, it never came.

I started to get very anxious and angry. My hubby and I figured either he already knew (cuz one of the girls he'd probably fucked called him and said she had it) or he was just scared I was going to yell at him. Hubby said guys can't handle angry women. LOL Like that's something I'd do???!! I don't yell at people. (Except if they cheat on me).

So...after doing some FB trolling of his page, I saw that he was coming back from his photo shoot on Saturday and was asking for rides. I sent him a text asking when would he be back and did he need a ride from the airport? Crickets. He never responded. This was the day before Halloween. I was disappointed and started to freak out how he obviously wasn't planning on calling me at all. He was just going to sidestep me and hope I go away. I started to waver between being the angry bitch he was trying to avoid and being heartbroken that this beautiful man I'd fallen hard for was turning out to be, yes, a douchebag.

Halloween night, while we are having a raging, fun party at our home, he starts Snapchatting me. I was fucking ecstatic. He sent me a pic of him dressed in drag. He made such a pretty girl LOL I wasn't drunk yet but I was soooo happy. We Snapped back and forth and he made a reference to coming home the following day. I took a screenshot of the pic he sent, and after 4-5 Snaps, that was it. Neither of us mentioned "it".

Finally, by Monday morning, I was obsessed with telling him. I had a responsibility to tell him! I couldn't NOT tell him. Especially after my hubby went to the clinic and also tested positive. I'm his only sexual partner (right now). And yes, it was a brief test of his fidelity....but only from his point of view. I am very happy to report that it never once occurred to me that he had cheated again and had given me an STD. He brought it up--and I believe him with my whole heart and soul. He got on antibiotics too.

I just wanted to get it over with. I talked to my BFF and she gave me some pointers on what to say. Was it important he know he gave it to me? Was it? And how do I tell him without looking like a skank and a whore myself??? I used the advice my BFF gave me and also pieced together stuff from Askmen.com and wrote a script. I figured he wouldn't answer his phone, and I'd just leave a voicemail. That really, he'd left me no choice since he was refusing to call me back.

I used my "voice memos" on my phone to practice reading the script. I listened back to make sure my inflection wasn't bitchy or nasally or accusatory. It had to be JUST RIGHT. After two or three demos, I pulled up big-girl panties and dialed his number.

My heart was pounding. I started wishing I'd guzzled a couple shots of vanilla vodka for courage, but I had to go to work. And guess what???!!! HE ANSWERED!!!! Totally caught me off guard!!! I was all breathy and like, "hiiiiiii!!!!!! I didn't expect you to answer!!" I was so happy he clearly wanted to talk to me and wasn't avoiding me. Douchebag??? !! NOPE!!!! He was so cute and sexy. It was almost 2 in the afternoon and he'd said he'd just woke up. So, I'm imagining him laying in bed, naked under the covers, and I'm getting turned on. I almost forgot why I was calling him!!! LOL

He was great. I stumbled and stuttered, I told him how nervous I was, and that I was hoping he'd call ME cuz I just wanted to get this over with. I think I started by saying, "I'm not pregnant!" LOL He said, "What??!!!" and I was like, "That wouldn't be a bad thing, that would be a good thing...." haha I was so nervous. What script???!! I was totally nervous. I think the whole conversation lasted 3 minutes.  I just casually told him how I went to the doctor for my annual Pap. That I hadn't had any symptoms, but that the doctor said the incubation period is 1-3 weeks sooo.....it coincided with exactly us being together and me getting it. I didn't come right out and say, "YOU GAVE ME AN STD!" because that would be bitchy, and really? Of all the STD's it's not a big deal. He put me at ease a little being so understanding. I can't remember if he apologized; I don't think he did. I did tell him he was the only one I'd been with besides my husband and that "he's not allowed to be with anyone else right now" which is the total truth. He laughed. And he was great. He thanked me like 3-4 times, he actually said that my telling him the truth was "so commendable" and that he "greatly appreciated it." Lastly, I said something like, "yeah, it's really not a big deal--except not being able to have sex for 4 weeks sucks" LOL and we both laughed. I said, "I don't regret being with you and I'd love to see you again. You were fun!" and he said, "ABSOLUTELY!!! So...that was basically it. We both said a breathy "bye" and I was floating on air. It went better than I expected.

Sadly, I haven't heard from him since.

I don't know if he actually did anything about it. It wouldn't show on his social media of course. I wanted him to still see me as hot so in the following week I'd sent him a few naked/sexy pics of me (Snaps) and not only did he not respond to them twice he took over 12 to open them! I was heartbroken but the worst was when he posted a pic of one of the female models from his photo shoot on HIS Instagram with a comment about how "beautiful gorgeousness" of her (or something stupid like that).

Douchebag or not? Hmmm I think he's just wrapped up in his world; I mean this guy's really got it going on. He's got 5000 Facebook friends and my BFF noticed they're nearly all women. So he's got his narcissistic supply. He doesn't need it from me.

So, I'm just hanging back, looking for someone knew to fill the void till I hear from him again. Will I? Most likely. Last time it took him 3 months from one date to the next.

Next blog post? J. He's back.

The sex is gonna be so awesome....

If you've read that last post of mine, you have a good idea of how I feel about Mickey right now. So--it should go without saying that I did NOT buy a plane ticket to see him. I don't know if I wrote about it, but about 3 days ago, I got tired of waiting for him to respond about the fact that I'd (lied) and said "flights are so cheap, I bought I ticket to come see you. Even if all we do is have dinner. " Never heard anything, so I poked him and sent a text that said, "So, what's up for next weekend?" He wrote back immediately; said, "what do you mean?" guess he forgot what I'd said a week earlier. (maybe his GF saw it and deleted it, who knows) but anyway, I wrote again that flights were cheap and that I bought a ticket to come see him, even if only for dinner. He responded, "so you want to fly up here for dinner?" I answered back, "well, I'd like more but yeah." He wrote, "Err, I just don't think it's worth it for you to do that." I said,"I can't imagine flying all the way to the west coast and not seeing you. I miss you and I'd love to see you." Never heard back.

Now, dear readers, remember this is before the revelation of a three-year anniversary celebration. For all I knew at that moment, he was single, or maybe seeing someone, cuz he never mentioned HER. Of course, I knew about her, cuz of her Twitter. But I figured it's his burden not mine. He has cheated on her before with me so why would this be any different--he said he wasn't in love, wasn't serious, she owed him money. So I thought I'd go see him.

Since I never heard from him, I didn't actually buy a ticket, and when I went to, they were astronomical. $700 round trip to go 700 miles. Forget it. I was so disappointed; but now I'm thankful. Because knowing what I know now, he really only had two choices--cheat on her, or ditch me. And let's face it, ditching me is a whole lot easier. He really doesn't want me to come. He told me himself, and I quote, "I wouldn't get to spend a whole night with you like I want." So, he wants me to come some OTHER time, God knows when, so we can spend a whole night together. Well, forget it. I'm done. He wants me? He can fucking come see me. And pay for it himself.

On a good note, B has been calling me and we are seeing each other right after I get off the plane tomorrow!! He's so sexy and slutty. I don't know what his thing is about getting me pregnant but he's so persistent. My BFF saw his new commercial and she was drooling over him. "Damn girl!! That's your "B"??? WOWZA!!" She was very impressed. I can't wait to see him. I love his smile, love his body, and love the way he stares into my eyes and is so sweet and gentle. MMMMM yummy!!

I'll write details when I get back. I'm hoping he'll let me take a couple of body pics since he wouldn't let me take any face pics last time. Probably worried I'll go to the National Enquirer or something LOL I'd never do that!!! I just want a pic of us together, just for me.

Ciao my beautiful readers, hope you all have a safe and sexy weekend as well!

Love,
Anna XO

I was watching TV in the kitchen while I was cooking dinner last night and saw "B" in a commercial! I screamed to my hubby, "THAT'S B! LOOK!! and sure enough, there he was! What a hottie! I can't tell you anymore about it cuz certainly you'd know him....I texted him immediately to tell him I saw him, and of course, since he's got the biggest ego of anyone alive he responded right away. He was pleased as punch. I congratulated him and said I wanted to youtube it so I could see it over and over. He laughed. 


I bought my plane ticket to go see him yesterday! Or--should I say, my hubby did. I will be there in 2 weeks. I can't wait to fuck him! MMMMM "B" is delicious. 


I lied to Mickey and told him I bought a plane ticket to see him. I texted him, "hey, flights are so cheap so I bought a ticket. I'll be there on Nov. 13th. Let's just have dinner. I want to gaze into those amazing blue eyes." That was yesterday--haven't heard back yet. I'm sure he's processing it--he wants to see me, he wants more than dinner--but he's living with his GF. BUT-----and this is a big BUT---he has never admitted to having a girlfriend. He doesn't know I stalk him LOL yes I read his facebook and his GF's twitter--hey, if I didn't, I wouldn't know what the fuck is going on with him! it's a way to protect myself. Yes, and torture myself, that's true.  He told me a couple weeks ago basically not to come, that seeing me sexually "isn't healthy for me right now, I'm trying to do too much", whatever the fuck that means. He talks so cryptically. Why won't he just admit he's got a GF and they're getting serious? Because he doesn't want to hurt me? Please. Yeah right. It's because he doesn't want me to go away. He wants to know that I'll always be here for him when he wants me. It's like in Toy Story, I don't know which one, I think the first, where Woody says, "It's not how much we're played with; it's that we're here when Andy needs us." That's me for Mickey. It's not how much he plays with me, it's that I'm here when he wants me. Don't tell me I'm pathetic. I already know I am. 


I had a conversation with a girlfriend of mine about Mickey, and it really sums up why I put up with him. We were talking about being "in love", and what does that really mean? Is it possessive? What if it's not reciprocated? And I told her, for me being "in love" is this: it's thinking about the other person 24/7. It means that no matter what you are doing, you are thinking about them. It is worrying about their well-being. It means that if they were in trouble or sick you would answer the phone in the middle of the night and listen. It means you'd jump on a plane and be there for them at the drop of a hat. It means you'd give them money you don't have if they were struggling financially. Being "in love" to me means all these things. And no matter how much I'd like it to go away, it hasn't where Mickey is concerned. It's been almost 8 years we've known each other now, and the only way I'll ever truly get over him is probably when I die. I have 2 great loves in my life--him, and my hubby. 


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I'm sorry I haven't had time to tell you all about my hubby's girlfriends' visit. And I'm sorry to say I've run out of time right now. My life has been so hectic and insane, but I PROMISE to write this week. You deserve to hear it. It was a very trying week, good and bad, sexy and unsexy. You will enjoy it though.


Have a good day my beloved readers, and oh, yes, now you know what I look like. Let me know if that changes anything for you in how you perceived me. Did I lack credibility before by hiding my identity? It's scary for me but I thought it necessary. I hope you all approve. I did it for you.


Love,
Anna XO

Skype sex with a new hottie!

Hello my wonderful readers, I'm sorry it's been like 3 weeks since I've written. The kids are out of school for the summer and I can't get a moment's privacy! I like to write first thing in the morning when the coffee kicks in. I'm finally having some time to myself so of course my first thought is, BLOG!!!

Since I wrote last, I have not heard from either Jake OR Mickey. I have not tried to contact Jake--I'm leaving him 100% alone. His band will be playing a gig here this Friday! Hubby and I got tickets and we're going to see him. I'm determined to meet him after the gig face to face. Of course I know it will be awkward, especially with my hubby there, and I'm certain nothing will come of it, but you know me, I never do what I'm supposed to do. I'm sure I will get hurt again and wish I hadn't seen him, but I can't seem to help myself. I do miss him and I know he'll be polite at least.

I don't know what the fuck is up with Mickey. I don't know why he contacts me out of the blue, tells me he misses me, and then disappears. It's as if he's off the face of the planet. He isn't online, he isn't texting or answering his phone when I call. I know he said he was struggling when he texted last, and he'd mentioned getting rid of his phone. He's got a good job--I can't imagine why he can't afford Internet or his phone. SO.......I assume he doesn't want to talk to me again. He makes me crazy. But the good thing is, I don't obsess over him anymore. It is REALLY a relief. I can stand back and say, well, there goes Mickey, doing his crazy thing again, playing cat and mouse, and not take it personally. Whether or not he responds to my texts, or says what I need him to say, do NOT dictate my moods anymore. It is such a relief.
                                                          
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The best cure for heartbreak is a new guy, and I had this really cute blonde 19 year old writing me on my dating website. I hadn't written him since I was all caught up in Jake. He was persistent though, and I was ripe for a new lover, so I wrote him back. He gave me his phone number and we started texting. What I loved most about Danny is that he always texted back immediately!! And I decided I'd play harder to get....I seem to keep getting attached too easily and so decided to let him court me. I just adore him. The best part was, he did what no other guy, even Jake, would do---for example, I was at work one day, and I got a text from him that said he was in his (college) physics class and was thinking about me! How wonderful is THAT???!! I enjoyed that so so much. He went on to tell me how beautiful he thinks I am, can't wait to get me naked, etc. and we sent sexy pics to each other. While he's sitting in class! That was so fun. OH! And I forgot to mention he's an Abercrombie model! He said his picture is up in their stores all over the country! (guess who's going to the mall soon!)

He lives near Jake in the big city, and wanted to scope me out before he drove out here, so he asked if I had Skype. I didn't, but it was easy to get on there and before I knew it, there he was! OMG what a fucking hottie! He's a swimmer, and he took off his pants and boxers, right there on camera, and put his speedo on! OMG he's hung like a horse and gorgeous to boot. Of course it got very nasty after that--he began stroking himself and of course I started teasing him and took of my clothes one at a time for him too. It was so fun--unlike yahoo messenger, you don't have to type to talk to each other, you just talk! So we got along great. Before the clothes came off we chatted for about an hour, and before I knew it, he'd made himself cum all over himself, and it was 3 am!! We'd been online for three hours! It was awesome. He giggled afterward, and we both agreed we'd passed the test for attractiveness! So, we made plans for him to possibly come see me in two days, last Friday. I told him I'd get a hotel room. We said our goodnights with sexy plans to do all those nasty things in person.

I haven't heard from him since.

WTF here we go again??? What did I do wrong???

I knew he had plans to go to Magic Mountain with a buddy. He'd told me right up when we were Skyping, and who knows, maybe that was just a lie.  So he texted me Friday afternoon, simply, "hey, I am really not going to be able to make it up tonight sorry :(" I responded, It's ok sexy man! I kinda figured since ur having a big day lol". no response. Later that same night I wrote, "I hope we can meet soon" no response. The next morning I wrote, "HI sexy man", still nothing.

Hmmm so it's been a whole weekend and not a peep out of him. WTF I guess I messed up again.

So back to square one.

WTF

B is coming to visit, Mickey calls me, and a new boytoy shows me his stuff

Since we moved to this new frozen tundra, I've had a hard time meeting new people, not just possible lovers but girlfriends too! I'm lonely a lot of the time. The website I've got a profile on has been a lot of fun and very good for my ego, but I still haven't hooked up with anyone yet!! I know I'm picky, but I have found a lot of attractive guys, given out my cell number, yahoo messenger address, etc., but something always happens. I've been stood up twice; but most of the time texts fly back and forth, nasty pics sent and received,  but when it comes time to actually meeting me, there's always an excuse. I feel like I'm sooo forward sometimes, jeez, like I'm begging, but it gets old. I just want someone to show up!

I'm happy to report that B has come back into the picture suddenly! He is writing me as I write this. I love how he hasn't forgotten about me! He's gotten to be an even bigger star, for those of you new to my blog, I met this gorgeous Johnny Depp lookalike in Hollywood over the summer. He is a model and an actor--he's on a popular TV show (can't say the name) and his face is on billboards all over Hollywood. I found him thru Craigslist ironically, my hubby and I were on a weekend getaway and put an ad on CL for a 3-sum and he answered the ad. I got over 200 replies and his pic was too good to be true, but he was for real! We ended up seeing each other without my hubby (I don't remember why actually...) but it was so fun. (See my detailed sex blog about our encounter--titled "Meeting B--a fantasy fulfilled" in my July 2010 archive).

The big thing with him is, yes, he is full of himself LOL guess he has good reason to be! If I wasn't happily married I'd be in love with him. He was a great fuck too, the biggest cock I've ever had. Even bigger than my hubby, he was at least 10 inches. And honestly, aside from the "WOW" factor, bigger isn't necessarily better. I'm petite, and damn, that thing hurt, as great as it felt it was like "SHIT THAT COCK IS GOING TO KILL ME"!! hahaha but he was the most beautiful man I've ever seen, and he is 25 years old and is totally into ME!

So, ok, B is writing me, that's totally awesome. He still wants me to have his baby LOL he didn't know I moved clear across the country and is trying to figure out how to see me! (I don't want to tell him I can't have kids anymore---it's called menopause---I look 20 years younger than my age so he thinks I can get pregnant. Sadly, I can't). It'll never happen, but if he actually contemplates getting on a plane, I'll tell him the truth.

Mickey is making me crazy. He actually CALLED me a few days ago, it was soooo wonderful to hear his voice. First time I've heard it in 6 months. I loved it. He was at work, and thinking of me :) yay! We had a nice talk. He told me he'd move here in a heartbeat if it wasn't for the snow. He said he hates snow! I didn't know the weather would keep him away.  I get so nervous talking to him--I feel like i'm in high school again, the boy I have a crush on finally calls me and I'm completely shy and tongue-tied. It didn't help that my son was right there, I couldn't say what I wanted. I wanted to tell him, Come here. Leave it all behind and let us take care of you. We love you. You can go back to school. (I did tell him that). You don't have to pay rent. You can cook and clean for us, get a new life for yourself. I love you enough to do that for you. Tell our kids about you. Yes, we both care about you that much. Stop the whoring on that website, and living with someone cuz she owes you money. Where are your morals boy?? But I couldn't say any of that. It was awkward, but I was happy he called me. Happy he wasn't content to just text.

I always come one too strong. We had such a pretty morning yesterday, I took a few pics with my iPhone and sent them to him. Pics of the guest room--"Mickey's room" I told him--our dog running in the snow, and pics of the house. I never heard back. I just texted him, "is everything ok? It's not like you to not text me back." hahah that is the biggest joke of all---he is SOOOO like that!!! (thought I'd try reverse psychology). That was 11 minutes ago and no response. Fucker.

OMG B wants me to fly him out here! HOW COOL IS THAT?????

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I found a very hot, 20 year-old rocker-type on the website yesterday! For me, it was lust at first sight! I got wet just looking at his profile pic. I wrote to him immediately and we exchanged yahoo messenger addresses. I gave him my phone number right away so we could text instead, and we texted all day off and on, lots of sexy pics going back and forth. He wanted to get on the webcam and damn I did too---but  my hubby gave me a better option!! He was horny just hearing about my new crush and we had the hottest sex we've had in a long time! I got Mr. Rocker so hot he sent me a video to my phone of him jerking off. It was sooo exciting to watch! He lives in a neighboring state, about an hour's drive, and wouldn't you know it, he doesn't have a car??? So I told him I'd drive out to see him. He had a zillion excuses. Roommates there. Then he has "things he has to do". I said how about next week? It's his birthday and he's going to be busy all week. Oh well, another hot guy who's all talk. What's up with these guys anyways??

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Still no answer from Mickey. So what else is new.

Guess I gotta get ready for a visit from B! WHOO HOO!!!

It's Raining Men!! Hallelujah!

WOW When it rains it pours, and baby, yesterday it poured! I realized last night, laying in bed after masturbating on the phone with Sam, that I'm involved with 5 guys (including my hubby). I was supposed to hook up with this military hottie I'd been chatting with on the website, but he never showed up, never called! LOL I didn't even care, I was really more annoyed than anything cuz I sat around waiting for him for like 3 hours and that really pissed me off. He'd texted me he would call or text me when he was on his way and I never heard from him after that. FUCK I was ticked off.

BUT----the 4 other guys totally made up for it! FIrst of all, B, the actor/model extraordinaire was chatting nasty stuff to me on Yahoo messenger. I was like whoa---you're still thinking about me?? Yay! I was sooo thrilled!! I haven't heard from him in months. He gets hotter and more sexier every time I hear from him. You have to know this about B--he is a new but somewhat famous actor on a TV show and is quite young and wealthy, not to mention a model with the most amazing body. He is on a billboard on Hollywood Blvd!!! So anyway, that was definitely a great choice to hook up with him. Too bad he didn't get me pregnant.

Ok, so I'm reeling with joy that B contacted me--and lo and behold, it's Mickey, who starts his IM with, "hi there pretty girl". OMG Mr. I-can't-express-any-feelings-whatsoever-or give-compliments has suddenly gotten very real. It's wonderful.  We wrote on yahoo messenger off and on for 6 hours!! SIX HOURS!!!!  He has no internet now, even sold his computer, cuz he lost his driver's license for a year for his speeding tickets. The only way we can communicate is by yahoo messenger, when he gets free wifi, on his iTouch. Sad, i know. But it's temporary. And I love love love how he's sneaking into Starbucks while he's at work to write me! He said that since he can't deliver pizzas anymore (cuzz he can't drive for a year) he's cooking instead, and occasionally they send him to other stores, and this one has WIFI so he can write me. He said he's going to ask if he can work there all the time---so he can write me!!!  So who is this new Mickey???? Hmmmm idk but I like him a whole lot better!!!

So, while I'm IM'ing B and Mickey, Sam texts me he wants to try phone sex with me. Sounds great to me! So as soon as the kids are in bed, I poured myself a glass of chardonnay, brushed my teeth, touseled by hair, and put on a sexy, lacy red negilgee to get in the mood. I lie and tell Mickey I need to call my GF, her mom's in the hospital (that part isn't a lie, but I didn't need to call her) cuz I don't want to lose our connection while I'm on the phone with Sam.

I'm texting my hubby at the same time all this is happening! B doesn't write anymore, so he's out for now, I tell Mickey I will BRB, and so I concentrate on Sam for about a half hour. It's the first time I've heard his voice, and it's thankfully sexy. I light a candle and turn off my nightstand lamp, and get cozy with my hand on my pussy, and Sam is telliing me what he's doing to that hard cock of his 1500 miles away.  Our voices are thick and heavy with passion as we whisper what we want to do to each other. I cum right away---I was horny all day since I thought Military Guy was coming over for a little afternoon delight. Sam didn't, and he was bothered by it, and he didn't believe I really did cum. I was like, dude, I am always horny. I don't fake my orgasms! Jeez!!! So he was like, ok, I'm sorry. I said it's ok, I get it, it's over the phone so no way to know for sure. We both agree tho that he should buy a fucking plane ticket and cum see me :)

I hung up to let Sam finish himself on his own. I was growing bored and wanted to get back to my conversation with Mickey, which resumed for another hour or so. It was getting very late, so I just said hey, I needed to get some sleep. I didn't want to sign off, I wanted to see what he was going to say, so I just kept the phone close by and fell asleep. Hours later I woke to go to the bathroom, and he'd written, "I've got to go, night sweetheart". SWEETHEART?????  WHEN HAS MICKEY EVER CALLED ME SWEETHEART??? wow so in one IM, I'm "pretty girl", "sexy girl", and "sweetheart". AND he's changing his job location (if he can) just so he can write me?? What's going on???

Who cares?!!!? I'm happy.

My hubby's happy.

Oh yeah. Life is good.

Meeting B! A fantasy fulfilled

B and I finally got together yesterday! OMG I am still so sore! He is huge--he's got a 10 inch cock! Fucking him was amazing. He said to me on the phone the day before, "you look so tiny, I know I'm going to hurt you." I told him, "I think I'll know what to do with that big cock of yours baby. Don't worry." As it turned out, thank GOD he was gentle!!

My wonderful horny hubby made a hotel reservation for me in Hollywood near his house--it was actually only 4 miles away! I had other friends I was planning on visiting too....but B was my reason for being in LA in the first place. I was determined to meet him. And it's not just cuz he's an actor and model, but really cuz he is just so fucking hot. He calls me all the time, his voice is sooo sexy, and he's always horny, and he is sooo into me!! How lucky can I get?? How many 40-something year old women get 26 year old guys to begin with? AND he's on TV? OMG and he's truly gorgeous.


So he knew I was coming to LA, couldn't wait to see me, yeah yeah yeah only to stand me up Friday night. Fucker. I was so pissed off at him I de-friended him off my Facebook. I didn't want to completely blow my chance with him just in case....so I texted him I was shocked and disappointed and called him a poser. He texted me right back he was sorry, he was moving all day and shit. I know he's a liar but I didn't care, i still wanted to fuck him, so, of course, I forgave him.



He texted me first thing the next morning "let's meet today". I was still pissed off. I said, "sorry, I can't." Then I was like, hello?? Isn't he the reason you're even in LA??? I texted him right back, "Damn boy, you're such a tease!" I told him I had to check out at noon and it was fucking 11:45, so i said I'd come to his house. He texted me directions--he really was only 4 miles away! So I put on my new white sundress (no panties--the ones I brought showed through, going ninja wasn't really planned) and Marc Jacobs wedgies (5 inch heels, so sexy) and my hair turned out great too. I took the elevator down and handed the valet my ticket. I knew I looked good...the valet guys were swarming me like flies on shit. I put my sunglasses on and smiled, thinking about that hot guy I was going to fuck. I got in my car and openend the sunroof, turned on some Lady Gaga, revved my engine and off I went.



The directions he gave me were easy until I got to his street--fuck he lives at the top of a drive that's just like Mulholland!! It's a treacherous road, hardly room for 2 cars, and no way to turn around if you go too far. Thank GOD I have a little car, I was able to navigate it pretty well, but I had trouble finding his house. B and I were texting and calling back and forth--he said he was outside waiting for me. I was practically panting in anticipation! Where the fuck was his fucking house??? Every house on the drive was clearly multi-million dollar mansions. I was like, damn, this 26 year old is fucking rich! The houses themselves were set back off the road and mostly all you could see driving by them were security gates. I stopped at one house that was just one number off of his and had a gardener. In my limited Spanish, I decided to ask for help finding his house. No luck. Finally, B and I figured out where I was--I just needed to drive a little higher up. He was outside looking for me. He said for me to look for a "for sale" sign since he'd just moved in.


I actually drove right past him! His house number was even, and so i was looking left cuz the houses on the left were even-numbered. He was on my right and whistled a wolf whistle and I slammed on my brakes. I turned and there he was. He smiled right away and I grinned back. He was as gorgeous in person as he is on TV. His long, wavy brown hair floating and shiny in the Hollywood sun, he walked over to the passenger-side door and got in. We smiled googly-eyes at each other and said a breathy "hi" to each other. (I instantly thought--- he reminds me of Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Carribean! minus the weird beard. Jack Sparrow's messy, long brown hair and confident swagger). B's big brown eyes sparkled as he directed me to go up a little ways, make a U-turn and showed me where to park. I did as I was told.


I shut off the engine, put the car in park and we just looked at each other. He just had the sweetest smile on his face, the kind of smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes and revealed dimples. What a fucking cutie! His features were smaller than I expected. Seeing his modeling pics, he appeared over 6 feet tall and about 180--he was more like 5'10" and 150, if that. He was perfect.


The sunlight off his hair through the sunroof was shimmery and his sparkly brown eyes were lit up like a Hollywood premiere. We sat there and giggled at each other. I felt completely at ease with him, like I'd known him forever, this beautiful near-stranger. After all the texts and phone calls, we felt comfortable together and familiar with each other. He told me I was prettier than my pics, loved my dress and thanked me for getting dressed up for him! In a sexy voice as smooth as pudding, he purred how he liked my tan legs, "very sexy". His eyes drank me up from head to manicured toe, and he liked what he saw. "Mmmm, nice breasts too," he said with a mischievous grin. "Thank you!" I smiled back. I was feeling pretty good about myself.



He had this demure-like posturing that was a stark contrast to his brash bad-boy talk, and I loved it. He was sweet and kind and kind of shy. I told him I thought he was beautiful (I think I told him that like 10 times while I was with him!) and I rubbed his chest. He started his nasty talk and unzipped his board-shorts to show me his big cock. He wanted to give me a 'sneak peak" to make sure I still wanted him! I laughed and said, "sweetie, if I like your face, I'll love your cock." But it was nice to look at, that's for sure! And jeez, it WAS big! Damn! So there I am, parked in my car in one of the most exclusive neighborhoods 3 miles up the Hollywood Hills, and this hot, rich actor is sitting next to me with his 10 inch cock out for display and my approval! I was like, did I die and go to heaven??? I stroked it lovingly and assured him it would do, and we giggled together. "Let's go inside", he suggested, and I agreed. He closed my sunroof for me, and the electric windows, and commented on my car (he loved it). He told me about his vintage Chevy Nova that was in the shop. I honestly can't remember why--I guess I'd tuned him out staring at his opened zipper. We got out, and he came over to my side, and I took his hand in mine. It was small, and instantly he reminded me of Mickey. Hmmm.


His house was down a steep sloped driveway which wasn't easy to navigate in 5 inch heels. He held my hand strongly and helped guide me down the path. The house was actually quite dumpy looking. It was clearly a steal....maybe a foreclosure? He said he had roommates and one was home. I pointed out his surfboard, which I'd recognized from one of his modeling pics. There was no landscaping and it did look like he'd just moved in. His room had its own entrance off the patio, with a full bathroom off to the side. The bathroom was totally vintage, with the coolest bluish-green sink and paint job, and he said the house was built in like 1930's or something. It was a small room, barely room for a bed and a dresser but not much bigger. It had this big blue thing that looked like a square tent, and I asked him what it was. He opened the flap to show me he had a whole marijuana garden growing in it! Right in his bedroom! I was like, whoa that's amazing. He had incense burning, and it smelled wicked and sexy. Just like him.


He laid down on his bed, and just kept smiling at me. He was clearly happy and relaxed, and I figured probably a little high. If I hadn't had to drive home, I'd have suggested we smoke a little pot together. I had my phone and called my hubby and asked B if he minded if he listened. He thought it was cool. I chatted with my hubby for a few seconds and he said he'd be stroking his cock while I fucked my model/actor boy. I put the phone on the ground next to the bed, and B took off his shorts to fully reveal all 10 inches of God-given cock, all for me. I couldn't WAIT to get started!!!


He grabbed it with both hands, and showed me how he had two fists around it and needed a third. I smiled and opened a bottle of lube and dripped it on his dick. He loved the way it felt. I took the tip in my mouth a flicked my tongue, teasing him. He laid back and closed his eyes and just enjoyed my blow-job. He moaned and stroked my hair and purred to me how good I was. I just continued to suck, lick, and enjoy his dick. He asked me if i could "deep throat" and i said no, but not to worry, he'd enjoy it anyway and he did. Blow-jobs are my specialty LOL so I showed him what I'm good at. He squirmed and moaned and played with my hair. I loved looking up now and then to see the pleasure on his face. I thought of my husband, listening intently on his phone, stroking his own huge cock. Yummy! I wished he was here, watching, taking pictures, and me getting to have them both at the same time. Mmmmm....He sucked on my nipples and played with them, mentioning how hard they were getting. I was still wearing my dress--as I straddled him, I gave him a peek at my pussy. His eyes got big, and another smile as he said, "no panties!" and then, "you're pierced there? Oh my God....." and he just stared. He fingered me a little and I said I loved it.


I wanted to kiss B badly. He's got full lips that looked so juicy. I slurped his cock out of my mouth, rose up and asked him if I could kiss him. He whispered "yeah!" and I pressed my lips to his. His tongue was eager and we french-kissed hungrily. He was a great kissser. I love kissing and I LOVED kissing B! It was obvious he felt the same for me. Then we broke apart and he said he wanted to go inside me. "Let's make a baby!!" he gleefully exclaimed. I smiled and said, "oh yeah". I was ready. He aimed his enormous cock at my pussy and entered me. Instantly we were one. It felt sooooooo good. I loved being on top. I rocked and fucked him like a racehorse. He pulled me close and held me tight in his arms and as we fucked, he kissed me deeply and hungrily. It was awesome, truly wonderful. I definitely felt a connection with him that went beyond just sex. As I fucked him, I lifted his legs and brought him closer to me. Mmmm yummy.


After some deep thrusting and kissing, he gently moved my body so that I was flipped over. He whispered for me to lay on my stomach. His hands were gentle as he put them on my hips and entered me from behind. Damn that huge cock hurt in that position! He talked to me, telling me sweetly he'd go slowly, and he did. He knew how to manuever that huge cock of his and was thoughtful of how it felt for me. He could've been a jerk and just fucked me hard and got off but he didn't. He was very respectful and sweet. He fucked me in and out, in and out, and when he'd go in, it hurt deep inside but felt awesome at the same time. I remembered my hubby was listening, and realized he may not be able to hear from where I'd put the phone. I told B "just a sec", and leaned over to the floor and picked it up. I said hello to my sexy hubby and asked him if he was enjoying listening, and he said oh yeah, he was stroking his cock. "Good!" I said, and B took the phone from me and put it on his headboard so my hubby could hear us better. B's phone was ringing non-stop. I told him, "someone's trying to get ahold of you." He said, "It's always like that." --sigh--such is the life of a movie star LOL


B gently flipped me over again, and said he was ready. He was now over me, his enormous erect cock pointing at me. His tousled brown hair hung down and I loved pushing it out of his eyes. "Let's make a baby!" he said again, and with his hand, aimed his cock into my pussy and pushed it in gently. He liked going in and out slowly, whispering to me the whole time what he was doing, trying to be as gentle as possible. He was amazing. He was clearly very self-aware and comfortable with his body, and clearly enjoying me as well.


As he thrusted gently, he took my legs up so they were up in the air to his shoulders. "I want to go deep as I can", he whispered, "so I can get my sperm in there to get you pregnant!" As he fucked me and rocked and I screamed a little every time he got as deep as he could go. He said he was ready, and i said "ok baby, I wanna watch your face", and he tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and grabbed my legs even harder and gave it one last deep thrust. I shouted "Ow!!" and moved his hair again from his eyes so I could see his face, his long hair flopping about as he fucked me. He orgasmed quietly; I actually asked him if he came! (usually a girl doesn't have to ask! LOL) he pulled out slowly and marvelled at the amount of liquid he'd produced. I giggled and and he flopped down on his back next to me. I put my arm around him and he turned and held me close. He smiled at me and sighed. Just then a knock on his door. It was "the roommate". He said, "hang on, I'm not decent", I asked him, "do you want me to get dressed?" He said, "no, just hang on", and he lovingly took the blanket and covered me up, folding and pulling it several times to get it just right over my naked body. Then he put his shorts and shirt back on, and went to the door, opened it, and went out and closed it behind him. I got my phone, talked to my hubby for a minute or so, to make sure he was ok. I asked him, 'did you come too?" he said, "yeah, same time as B did!" I thought that was awesome. We said our I-love-yous and hung up.

B was only gone a minute or two, and he apologized when he came back. He sat next to me on the bed, and his phone was still chiming. He picked it up and apologized that he had to send a text. He told me all about how his friend had helped him move---had a white van it was hard getting it up the hill! I laughed and said "I bet!!" He told me about how he still had stuff in his old apartment and was trying to set up a time to move it with this friend. I thought, Hmmm Mickey, see? This is how MATURE guys behave!! We chatted about, well, mostly him. I wanted to get to know as much as i could about him. I asked him where he was from (New York); he'd moved out to LA when he was 22, all alone. I think he said he stopped briefly in Texas. He said he couldn't believe he was a model--I stroked his jawbone and chin--scruffy with a 5:00 o'clock shadow--- and told him he had great features and he photographed well. He liked that and thanked me. We talked a little about the house, the view, his room--he showed me a cool cabinet that had his TV (and a huge bong LOL). I told him I had seen him on TV, but that I was bummed I'd Tivo'd a show and it didn't record. He said it comes OnDemand in 4 days, that I should try it again. I said I would. He also told me about something neat he keeps on his computer--he called it his "vision". He puts on it his dreams and goals and it helps him stay focused. I thought that was neat. He clearly is on the fast-track....he has a fan club and quite a following already. I thought of how jealous his fans would be of me right now.

I felt so comfortable laying there while we talked. I was self-conscious though....I was buck naked (he'd taken the blanket off of me when he got back) and he was dressed. I was smarter this time than I'd been with Mickey.....I was paying attention to his non-verbal signs. Since he didn't get undressed, I assumed he was done with me, and I wanted to keep my dignity. I asked him if I should get going---if he had things to do or if he wanted me to stay longer. He was such a gentleman. He apologized with that sexy, shy look of his and said, yeah, he had stuff he had to do. He actually had a BBQ with one of the cast members at 3:30 and damn it I wished he'd asked me to go with him. That would've been soooo awesome!!!!! But no, he didn't. I said, "how fun!" and then said I had to get home. He asked how long the drive was--I said, "about 3 hours the way I drive!" he laughed. I asked him if he had a towel and he apologized again and said, "oh of course" and got me one. I got out of his bed, cleaned myself up while he turned away, and put it down on a pile of clothes he had on the floor. We talked about the awesome bathroom and I found my dress and put it on. When I went to zip up the back, he motioned for me to come to him so he could zip it for me. I thought that was sweet and gentlemanly of him. I walked over to him, and turned around so he could zip it, and he did. He reminded me to get my phone and purse, and shoes.

He reminded me too of the difficult walk to my car--uphill----and would I like to borrow a pair of flip-flops? I took him up on the offer! He said, "they're probably too big, but they'll be ok," and they were. I made sure I had everything. He put his sunglasses on, and I put mine on too, and he opened his door for me. We walked out through the patio again, my holding my strappy heels in my right hand and holding his hand with my left. He helped me navigate the steps back up. We got to the landing at the top of the stairs, just a short flat area before the steep hill, when something shiny caught my eye. It was a new penny! I exclaimed, "Look!" and stopped to pick it up. As I gazed at it, he put his fingers on mine to see it better, and we both said, "it's heads-up! That's good luck!" and he smiled another one of his gorgeous grins at me. He put his arm around my waist, and I followed suit, and he said, "Hmmm, maybe I got you pregnant!" I said, "Maybe!!" and then our hands found each other again. He helped me up the steep hill, and we walked the narrow road to my car, still hand-in-hand. I felt happy and sexy.

I "beep-beep'd" my car unlocked and opened my door. I took off his flip-flops and as I did he said, "Oh! Thanks!" and wobbly from the uneven road and a sore vagina, I had a little trouble putting my heels back on. He held my arm for suppport. I tossed my purse down on the passenger seat, plugged my phone in, and keys in hand, turned to him. I wish I could remember what we said--but it was just a short goodbye, a "thanks for coming", and then he said something again about maybe he got me pregnant. He mentioned something about how he wouldn't mind a threesome next time--remember, I found him on a Craigslist ad I posted when my hubby and I were in LA for our anniversary in April. He'd responded too late though--we'd already left. I said, 'whoa, totally, that'd be HOT!"

He was smiling, and all I could think was how absolutely adorable he was, and how if I were 20 years younger, I'd be his girlfriend. Fuck father time!! We hugged and kissed a quick kiss, and I got in. He walked to the passenger side, and I turned on my engine, revved it good, turned the wheel and turned to see him. He blew a kiss goodbye and I did too. I just drank up the moment, looked at him one last time. I honked a cute "beep beep" at him and sped off.

I pulled over a little ways down the hill to call my hubby, and make sure he was ok. I was eager to get home, and wished it wasn't going to take me 3 or 4 hours to get there. My heart was 200 miles away. It felt good to hear his voice--I was relieved he wasn't upset or regretting letting me go see B. It was good all-around. He'd come the same time B did and thought it was sooo hot.

I turned the radio to my favorite LA station, KROQ-FM-106.7 and Mickey Avalon was singing, "My Dick". I laughed at the irony. Manuevering my way down the hill, I was sore and happy, and couldn't stop smiling.

B Shoots a TV Show AND his Load--and a middle of the night text from you-know-who

The trip to LA didn't work out the way I wanted it to; had to bring the kids. Long story. Suffice it to say I was soooooooooooo disappointed. But not as much as B, apparently, as he called me yet again just now, alone in his mini-mansion, naked and hard for me, just having gotten home from another 18-hour day shooting the TV show he's on, or out on his modeling photo shoots. Oh my my. He's around gorgeous models and yet he still wants me. ---sigh--is that fucking awesome or WHAT? :)

So, of course, I couldn't wait to please him, and myself for that matter. He's got the sexiest voice, and he's all of 26. Rock hard abs, long brown hair, great for grabbing while I climb on top of him and fuck his brains out. FUCK! Will I ever get the chance to? SHIT!! For now, I have to settle for his sexy voice and my own hand.

"I want you", he purrs. I pull up the nasty pic of him I've saved on my computer just for these moments--one of two pics of him naked with his hand on his enormous cock. "Close your eyes", I command him quietly. "Your cock is in my mouth and I'm sucking it just the way you like". He's moaning softly and it's sooo erotic. He's busy stroking himself while he's staring at one of the many pictures I've sent him. "I'm climbing on top of you now", I tell him, while I'm laying naked under the covers, the fingers of my left hand rubbing my wet vagina furiously. "Put your dick in me and rock me hard," I say. "Oh, oh, oh" he moans slowly. "Yeah, I'm gonna grab your big tits and suck 'em!" "You better", I tease. "Now show me that big dick baby!"

He moans louder and louder, each time a little bit breathier and a little bit quicker. He's going to come before me (as usual). I take this as a huge compliment! It just means he's really turned on, SO turned on he can't hold back. Mmmmmm. Yum yum yummy. "Are you ready?" he asks me. "I'm going to shoot my load and I'm gonna make you pregnant!" He has this thing about getting me pregnant too. Always says he wants to make a baby with me. This totally freaks me out and I lose my concentration. Sweet, but no thanks. (When I meet this guy I gotta make sure he keeps the condom on!)

"Are you ready baby? Are you ready?" he ask me all out of breath, as if he'd just run a marathon. He's worked himself up masturbating and he's going to come. "Mmm, B, gimme some of that sweet stuff you got, shoot it in my face" and he says, "No, I wanna make a baby, get you pregnant", and I'm flattered, he's fucking gorgeous and we'd have one helluva cute kid. I try to stay in the moment. "Rub that beautiful cock sweetie. I want you", I tell him. He is back to moaning, which is good cuz it means he'll stop talking. "Are you ready baby? Are you ready?" he asks me again. "I'm ready, let's come together", I tell him, and I glance over at my open laptop to see pics of him and I realize I'm ready to come too. "I'm coming baby, I'm coming, you're so fucking hot, damn I want you so bad", he shouts in short bursts as he's busy spurting his come. I please myself to ecstasy and we both finish fairly close together. "Damn you girl", he scolds me, "you're fucking hot. When you gonna come see me?"

"I dunno", I tell him, and I really don't, unfortunately. "Soon, baby, soon". "I'd come see you baby but I'm on the set every day, I just can't get away till the show wraps, and that's gonna be a few weeks. I'm sorry...." he says painfully. "It's ok love", I tell him, "no worries." We both sigh again, he giggles and says he's made a mess, and I smile and say it's a pleasurable mess, which I could lick it all up. Mmmmm, he says, obviously still wiping himself up. "Goodnight sexy", we both say, and thank each other for the pleasure. Fucking sexy voice he has, not as sexy as Mickey's but different. There's nothing like a young sexy hunk. Mmm yum yum yummy.

Oh, and Mickey texted me in the middle of the night about 4 days ago. Haven't heard a peep from him since, despite several texts from me. He makes me crazy. I just want to leap into my cell phone and strangle him, or fuck him LOL I'd rather fuck him. DAMN that guy's put a spell on me.

Los Angeles, B, and me

I texted B that I'm going to be in LA next weekend. "Fuckin' awesome!' he replied, like the totally awesome dude he is. I said, "You're not gonna flake on me, are you? Now that you're a big star and all." See, he's gotten quite popular lately with the TV show he's on, he's even got a fan club now that started a Twitter account on his behalf! He already has an ego the size of Texas. "Of course not!" he answered. "I can't wait to shoot my load all over your tits!" Ahem, wow, he's descriptive! I laughed and said I was going to give him a blow job like he'd never had before.

My handsome hubby has to be in LA for business and invited me to tag along. How could I say no? We always have a blast in LA. It's such a fun place. Great food, great music, lots of clubs, lots of bars. Unfortunately, B wants me alone, but my hubby gave his OK. I'll call him and let him listen in ;) Damn I'd really rather have them together, they don't even have to touch but I want two cocks in my face at the same time. I got to do that once and that's my ultimate favorite. I'll let you know what happens.