No dick today, for sure. I feel like I'm pretty much over th.. (OnlyFans)

No dick today, for sure. I feel like I'm pretty much over the crud, but low and behold, the old vagina loses its motivation when I'm under the weather. I have fucked when I was sick back in my younger days, but I seem to remember it made it worse, so that's probably my aversion to the whole get pumped while riding the flu out. But I'm thinking about it now, so that's how I know things are looking up.

Fucking a married man. I wouldn't think it, but that upsets a few people. What about his wife? What about his kids? Uhmm, that's not my issue. Their issue is with him. He's the one willing to do it. The same thing goes for women who step out and slip a strange cock in their rectum a time or two. It's on the person stepping out. Plus, honestly, who really cares? As long as it's just sex, sex they aren't getting at home, it's all good. I'm the greatest person in the world to have an affair with as far as the family is concerned. I only want to borrow his cock for an hour or two once every now and then, and boom, then he's all yours. Probably a better husband and father after emptying his testicles inside of me. He will certainly be in a better mood. The only flaw in that theory is guys catch feelings all the fucking time. More so than women, in my experience. Guys think if they make you cum then you should belong to them. Pump the brakes after you pump your dick in me, fellas. I like to cum. I expect to cum. I expect you to make and or assist in my cumming. I'll pat you on the head, give you a bottle of water and send you on your way when we are finished rearranging my guts with your cock. I find guys wanting to talk after they empty themself in me. They start telling me about their wives and what they do and don't do. All that kind of crap. I nod my head and smile. I don't want to know. I really don't. I don't care. I chose you to slip your dick in my ass, and now that the dicking is done...slip it out, grab your water, and head home to wifey with a smile on your face. Do you know what's really driving me nuts? Married guys that make plans like we are going to be exclusive and live life happily ever after. "I thought you liked me...I made you cum!" That was your job, ding dong. Your only job. You did it well, and the work is done. Now punch your timecard and head home. Be quick. I have another date in two hours to get ready for. Someone told me not too long ago, angry after I forcefully denied the request for a relationship, that I was going to die old and alone. I fucking hope I die old. It beats the alternative. As far as alone goes...I am much more of a fan of friends than I am of a relationship partner. I feel like I will have friends. If not, I'll move into a retirement community and share life stories with everyone. I'm sure I'll be a hit.