The thickest, most wonderful Ginger cock I’ve ever had the pleasure of sitting on has left Alaska today- and I’ll probably never see it again. I need a grief counselor. He texted me for a goodbye bang-bang and my keys were in the ignition to my vehicle before I’d even finished sending the reply. He told me to let him know when I got to the hotel, he wants to eat me in the elevator again. I throw my lacy black thing into my purse and head out dressed half-assed like I’m going to the music event later tonight. We’ll see, am I right? I have this hit of ALD-52 in my purse to test drive for my Trip Advisor, and I bought a ticket to the music thing… I should go… BUT THAT DICK, THOUGH. Why not both? The thought did cross my mind to drop my hit before getting taken to pound town -because as I remember from Ghost, sex on LSD can be one hell of a ride- and even considered not telling my partner I had taken anything. Not because he wouldn’t be able to tell, but because I have a terrible sense of humor and it would be a funny thing to tell my friends about later. I am the worst kind of human being for moments like that. I’m sorry, everybody else! Anyway, I abstained from dropping until after our slam sesh so it’s irrelevant. I show up, he lets me in the backdoor (foreshadowing our role reversal later, wink wink!) and leads me to the elevator. True to his word the moment the doors start to close behind him he’s on his knees, Stetson on the floor, pushing my skirt up and tearing my panties to the side. His mouth connects to my business and I’m wrapping a leg over his shoulder bringing him in closer. Not wasting any time he shoves fingers inside me and finds that magic spot that connects straight to my idiot face. I’m already wet because I’ve been wanting him all week, just the drive to the hotel was enough to flood my storm cellar. He makes my cum, hard, in moments. We get up to the right floor somehow (who pushed the floor button, and when!?) and he places the fingers that were just inside me, massaging that mystical gpot button, into my mouth. I love the way I taste.
Author: DDfnord
[FM] Return of the thickest Ginger cock I have ever seen
Sickness for The Thickness, vol 3 & 4
Which gods have I pissed off that pranking me is becoming a fucking trend. “Oh, let’s have her fall in love with a guy who can’t get it up– just for funsies! Oh, let’s send her the perfect penis attached to an all around decent human being and exceptional lover- but have him live out of state and never travel to Alaska except this one time on business.” HAHAHAHAHA fuck you celestial beings, so god damn hard. I don’t think I’ve ever lost my dignity so fast in my life to beg a total stranger to let me just hump him until I wither and die from starvation. I threatened to move to Georgia to stalk his dick, y’all. I WORKED OUT A GAME PLAN, ON THE FLY. The joke isn’t funny anymore, Ashton. Come out with your adorable trucker hat and leave me the fuck alone! I am filled with so much impotent rage at this scenario, and from what I hear it’s fun to watch. Hear me out- somebody created this man in a lab, to my specifications, and then sent him to bless my lady parts with his endowment and gifts for only 2 weeks. This fling may have ruined me physically to boot; his giant, uncut, Ginger Hispanic cock has turned my vagina into a mall parking lot.
I fucked the law, and I won. [FM]
Mr. Clean vs The Succubus
I got all dolled up tonight (RE: hair and makeup, literally nothing else because I dress like a bag lady,) and my lady-date cancelled on me last minute. What do? Fuck it, I’m gonna weasel my way into hangout time at the house I have to run an errand to. Oh, you have company? Cool, I’mma sit down next to them and we’re gonna be buddies. You’re welcome. We’re discussing the finer points of DMT, LSD, etc., while surfing YouTube, when I get hit up by someone on Plenty of Fish saying he read my blog and wants to get to know me better. Cursory check of the profile, he’s in law enforcement… interesting… then I notice in his profile he mentions something to the effect of “if you’ve ever said Fuck The Police, here’s your chance.” Sold. Cops with a sense of humor? Send ’em my way… please don’t look in my purse. I have big plans for him. Not an hour after I sent my last message to him and it has gone without reply, I get a notification from MeetMe that I have a message. Oh, what’s this tall drink of water want with me? He also read my blog, and complimented my writing ability. Thanks handsome, tell me more about what you like about me! I thought I lost him when he said to have a good night- no, please don’t go! You didn’t send me a dick pic or ask to see my tits, I’m interested! We exchange some pleasantries, and laugh about how MeetMe is basically a zoo but all the animals are on or selling meth. Then he tells me he’s a former local cop. WAIT. FULL STOP.
[FM] Ginger Thickness… Orange is the new Black
Sometimes there’s just an instant connection or chemistry, drawing you in so fast with a new person you just kind of dance around the usual screening process. This Ginger was respectful and straight to the point from the get-go on Plenty of Fish. In town for a bit on business, he wants to have some casual fun. Average height, better than average build, green eyes. Described his cock as 7.5 inches and THICK- his emphasis. I’m in. He’s at the top end of length for my preference, but self describing it as thick got my attention. Gimme that thick dick. He’s former Army- he had a pic up in his dress uniform. Woof. He’s my age, 31, but with the right combination of personality and body- I can look past it. I like ’em young and hung! He passed with flying colors. He sends me his number, we text briefly, and make the plan to meet that same day. I appreciated his ability to be direct without being rude or vulgar. I’m telling you, this isn’t rocket science. At no point did he ask for nudes, or ask endless intimate questions- I give it a 50/50 chance of being a satisfactory encounter given our lack of communication beforehand, but I can’t resist a Ginger to save my life. Also, I give it a 95% he’s well endowed- orange is the new Black. Don’t ever forget that.
My [F] insufferable tease [M] returns. But at least I felt inspired again.
*Sigh* I did the thing. I alternate between hating this insufferable tease, to wishing with the power of 80’s children’s movies that I could cum in his mouth over and over again. I don’t hate him for any reason other than my own obsession with him being responsible for my orgasms. It’s infuriating. I don’t chase boys… I’m chasing this boy, and he’s a bad boy. I wants it, like Smeegle. My precious. The real problem is he knows I want it, and it brings him no small amount of pleasure to deny me a solid, lengthy fuck. Tonight I texted my subs to get my corset cinched up before a house party… I was running out of time, I needed to get tight-laced immediately. I text Cold War and ask if he’d like to make $20 to cinch me up so I can get my Dominatrix outfit together and stomp the yard at a haunted house party. I didn’t expect him to answer, but I was hoping the Jew in him would find the motivation to not flake out on me for that $20. It worked. I offered to pick him up, but he said he’d just come over on his own. I assumed cab, whatever- I need to shower quickly. I figure I’ll drop him off on my way to the party, so I’ll stop by an ATM on the way. Simple, right?
My [F] first tranny [TF]
There’s a tranny chaser up in here…
It’s me. I’m the tranny chaser. My entire sexually-active life I’ve had a very distinct interest in all things gender bending, androgynous, trans, drag, and cross dressing. I know very specifically what I’m into and it’s hard to make the stars line up in my favor. But, it finally happened. She contacted me as her male self on Plenty of Fish, which on my profile states I’m into TS/CD so she felt comfortable telling me right from the start she was a cross dresser with interest in going full-time. I’m feeling it. I’ve had men approach me before that cross dress in the bedroom, just lingerie and panties… that’s not my deal. I mean, I like those things too, but I want it to be more than just a sexy bedroom activity. Like fisting, or crying about my dead father.
My (31,F) ethical non-monogamy night with a married (29) man.
Man, yesterday was a rollercoaster, but it ended on a fairly high note. Mr. Tiger Blood hit me up months ago on an app I have since been IP banned from. You’ll regret that, Meet Me! I was a legend! I had fans! PEOPLE LOVED ME. All hail glorious leader! (I’m mostly bummed about it because that app provided me with the absolute best material for my Snap Shot series.) Anyway, Charlie Sheen decided to chat at me and was interested in seeing me sexually. He’s read my blog a bit. Hooray, that’s a good sign. His profile mentioned he had a significant other, when I asked about it he said he was married, they’re open, she knows all about and supports him getting strange. Their arraignment is it’s just sex, he comes home to her; they don’t date other people. I am skeptical, to say the least. My ex-husband used to love to tell women we were in an open marriage… I guess I was just the last one to find out. I tell him I’m hesitant to engage with someone who has a spouse, even under those terms. I get this claim frequently from potential partners. My usual go-to is to request I hear it from the spouse/ girlfriend/ fiancé that I have the go ahead to fuck her man. Right around that time is when the dude falls off the face of the planet and goes radio silent. Not so open now, are ya cunt? Another one bites the dust. I don’t bother making this request if the person I’m talking to doesn’t readily come out and say they’re in a relationship; if I have to ask, you’re probably just a dirt bag.
My (f) 31st Birthday weekend, starting with a (m) former Soldier.
First of all, happy fucking birthday to me. September 25th I celebrated 10 years of being 21. Cheers! I have blisters on my feet from the previous night’s Pirate Pub Crawl… but I wasn’t dressed for them. There was a formal military function at an event hall smack dab in the middle of the pub crawl. So I did what any self-respecting lady would do- I dressed up in an inflatable shark costume and circled the venue humming the JAWS theme to myself waiting for an unchaperoned service member to stumble out like Bambi in the woods. Hands down, I had the best costume of the night. Rocking an asymmetrical skirt and matching grey heels for my Great White realness. Maybe someone fed me mushrooms. Maybe I was having a blasty-blast in the costume all by myself and completely forgot my mission to sew some wild oats. Let’s rewind to earlier that day, before I graced downtown Anchorage with a shark attack.
19 year old (m) Airman rocked my (f) god damn world. Again. Teenagers….
I am currently trying to work through some writer’s block to the best of my ability. Also I may be dying of dehydration after that tsunami of orgasms this 19-year-old brought down upon me for several hours. I’m fucking exhausted and my vagina has been battered shut. I’m not exactly sure what lab made this kid, but they deserve more funding. Duplicate these results, and I’ll take 3 when we clone him. Why 3? Mind ya business, Susan.
First things first, he hits me up for sexy fun time and I basically said fuck-all to anything else I might have going on. Maybe I’ve been kinda thirsty for him since our last encounter rocked my world… be my glass of water, young lad. Of course, he needs a ride. God damn it. I really don’t fucking do this. The shopping center near the base is so fucking far from me, to pick him up. Like last time. FINE. I’ll deal with it. Then, he asks me to get him a 6-pack. You motherfucker. JUST ASK ME TO BUY YOU ALCOHOL, DON’T LURE ME WITH SEX! He offers to “repay” the favor and I start seeing red. No. No, no, no. Go fuck ya self. You’re fucking me regardless, and you’re paying me back. Glad we cleared that up, buttercup. This whole interaction happened after I ran stairs with QuarterRican because I want her Latin booty and apparently stairs is the secret. Everything about working out sucks, except lifting weights. So, I’m spent and my legs are jelly… but I’m definitely looking to be taken to pound town. I drive to the place and he hops in.
Big, beautiful dick found on Tinder. Ripe for my sex blog.
Today I won the lottery. Not only did my blog see a giant spike in traffic today thanks to Clark Kent posting the link to his story on a Reddit thread (it made me feel famous all day, where’s my reality show and celebrity sex tape,) I also got to ride a 6’3″ 21 year old hot body with a enormous penis- who happens to know what to do with it. I turn down more big dicks than I ride, as a rule, but this one I took a chance with based on his personality and approach. I’m glad I did! Phenomenal lover in all ways. We met on Tinder, my favorite of the dick farming apps I frequent because it’s so straight forward and I don’t get bombarded with messages from men I’m not interested in. He tells me he’s only here for the night, on vacation with family. Out of towners are often my favorite lays- they put in the effort to make it fun for both of us. He’s on his way to a degree in mechanical engineering, so I’m sold he’s gonna do a good job. You know my thing about nerdy dudes making the absolute best lovers hands down. We start texting and he sends me a couple body shots- boy has body for DAYS. I had every intention of taking an ab selfie with that torso (and I did!) I can tell already he’s going to have a big weenus. Skinny white boys, I tell ya what. He offers to send me a dick pic, on the condition I act surprised when I see it in person. I turn it down, I hate dick pics and have no interest in seeing it before the main event. I assume he’s quite large… larger than normal large. Also, just the way he approached the subject of me seeing it is an indicator he’s actually very big and not just “above average” with an ego. I was not prepared. I ask him if he’s a big boy downstairs and he tells me I’ll just have to wait to see it later. And he called me “love.” My favorite!