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Patrick wants to cum over again today and let me work his cock over. I have had enough of Patrick for the week. I want Bob. If not, Bob, Connor. Actually, Connor would be better. I could use a massive load of sperm to gag my pussy with. Plus, I like looking at his 19, almost 20 yr old smooth skin. Even his dick is smooth and tight still. It's wonderfully delicious. Probably the same reason older guys like younger girls. That perfectly smooth skin. Anymore though, it's hard to find a slim and fit hotty under 30. They have all puffed up. It's lack of sex and lack of sex drive. Sex drive will keep you fit all by itself. I work out because not only does it make me feel good both physically and sexually, it makes me feel good about my body, which makes me want to share it. A lot. Weird, I know, but who cares. If only there were an endless supply of hot dick to be had. There isn't. There are offers on here and elsewhere online but I have grown to really dislike doing things that way. So I don't do it anymore. I do it the old-fashioned way. I walk up to you and say, "Hi, I'm Brooke." Then it goes from there. Who knows if it will end up with someone's dick in my mouth or a trip home alone. Either way, there are no surprises. Do I like finding guys when I'm out and about? Yes. I do. Very much so. It's exciting. When do I know if I'll be feeling your sperm in me or on me? About 5 minutes in. If I start wondering about what your dick will feel like on my tongue...I will probably have that answer before the night is over. I have wondered about that a lot lately.

There seems to be a thing where folks find me on here, chat with me, then feel that they are entitled to fuck me. Whoa...slow down, cowpoke. Neither you nor I am all that. Doesn't work that way in any shape or form. Odd how many people think that it does. Then they make an argument as to why it should work that way. What they don't know is they are just encouraging me to double down on my decision. Think about it. Doing things like that is basically a storyline for a serial killer movie. That is not going to happen. I am not the one to run and hide from Serial Killer Kyle in a shed full of sharp tools. I've seen that movie. I know how it ends. 

You can block me on your phone. You can block me on Social Media...but you can't block the memory of me pegging you with a 9-inch dildo. Just saying. I don't know why guys get all ashamed about what they do with me sexually. It's not like I post pictures. I don't even write about you if I think there would even be a chance you will get outed by association. I ask before I write, and I change names and often dates to protect the not-so-innocent. I do warn you that once permission is given to share via blogs...it's permanent. I don't stop. The only way to stop me at that point is to stop letting me empty your testicles in my cunt. Just saying.

So...it's quite obvious we can ask to be or not be called anything we like or don't like. So, on that note, quit calling me a "Cis woman." I am a woman. I was born a woman, and I will remain a woman. I wouldn't change a thing. Kind of how reality works. I have no interest in playing along. Doesn't matter. People will still use the term "Cis" freely, so fair is fair, and I will use whatever gender pronouns I feel appropriate myself...freely. With a smile on my face.

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