Cuckquean and perversions part1

So I sit there...I smell her cunt. Yes. My husband's many sluts, this one takes the cake. Her pussy is slippery and soft and wet. Not super tight like mine. No, somewhat loose and very orgasmic. Something my husband prefers on the side, my jealousy is overwhelming but yet... I like it. Knowing he is going to touch every corner of her thick bodacious body and make her feel the way he makes me feel, only better because she responds better primitively to his needs. She does whatever he commands willingly without doubts or judgement or shyness. I watched as she opened her legs widely to receive his animalistic thrust of pure lust. I could hear the wetness of her cunt, sloppy sounds they made as he goes in and out of her, her guttural moans of passion and yes...she was a whore. She enjoyed sleeping with other women's taken men it made her the queen of his desires. She has done this over a hundred times. Anna was her name a 26 yr old spanish woman. She started young, as a young teen she discovered her lust for older men her teacher was her first. He would blush as she hand in her work because her breast...Ah...yes her breast. 34F. Yes big large areolas and large nipples my husband had his mouth mounted over them as he moaned closer to orgasm...she just kept on having vaginal contractions when he would lick her nipples in counterclockwise and vice versa his balls ached as she did this. she didn't have to get on top to thrust herself to cum, she did it naturally like a hiccup. And he was crazy about her oversexed body. So I decided to let her live with us...to become his number one slut.

Anna was a victim of horny men, ever since she began to develop breast early men would gawk at her and rape her with their eyes. She has no choice but to accept it and with that she realized she liked it. Her teacher told her to stay after class. Mr. Thatcher told her it was because her grades were slipping. She was concerned and did just what he asked...and more. He couldn't keep his hands off her she begged him to stop but he touched in a way where it was pleasant and very arousing. Anna loved to masturbate but did't for a few days because of a test she had to get done so her clitoris was throbbing and it definitely was aching so she spread her legs a little and he rubbed for her in a circular motion making sure to put pressure on the lips to give it the equal amount of satisfaction he planned on giving her. See, Mr. Thatcher was a pervert, should be jailed if you ask me but ...the girls liked it, shamefully sometimes disgusted but when they think of the way he applied pressure to their groin made them keep quiet in shame and pleasure. He was many of the girls first experience. He knew this and smiled quirkily as he rubbed Anna thinking of all the teens he exploited he made sure they orgasmed, after all it was his ultimate power. Her panties were getting very damp he slipped her panties to her ankles and spread her legs apart getting on his knees he put his mouth on her mount spreading her lips with his tongue and diving in oh her pussy smelled of sweat and pheromones. anna breathed in deeply accepting his invading tongue. he lashed about she felt the familiar feeling she feels when she is about to orgasm from masturbation. He grabbed her breast and licked her nipples just the way my husband did, softly and forcefully Mr. Thatcher pushed his large pulsing cock into Anna, grabbing her luscious ass with his big hands she grind against his cock her enlarged clitoris rubbing into his pubic bone...so good...she moaned
in continuous motion he laid on her as let her rotate her hips on his dick listening to the sloshing sounds of her tight pussy... she orgasmed her body shook and with his mouth on her breast they too, jiggled in his mouth causing him to cum hard inside her. his hips locked as she trembled under him. And this continued for several years daily she was a subject of sexual lust. He would do her in public bring her to his house while his wife slept in the next room...sometimes he show her videos of other girls he was doing and have her watch the videos as they had sex. She began to love this and demanded more. He showered her with gifts and even offered her to his mates. She happily obliged.

The men she slept with were all married and middle aged men with very big libidos. Some men were freakier than others but all perversions. When my husband met her he met her through these colleagues. All these men made sure they married women that would be subjects of this humiliation. They knew their husbands were perverts and when they had sex with their husbands they would remember how good their husbands would come for these loose, trashy women. Somehow they liked it. Carol Wichenstein remembers Anna. Anna scent was all over her husbands, John's cock. She sucked on him and tasted her sweet cunt...she hated it and loved it at the same time her small swollen labia ached for her juices inside her. Thy were wealthy and she knew she had to please her successful husband he was great in the bedroom and she knew she couldn't get it anywhere else. She happily rode her husband moaning Anna's name as she satisfied herself to climax. Her husband videotaped this and showed Anna, she then had multiples orgasms with John.

So here we are in my house and my husband lying with Anna her scent lit the room like a forest fire. So strong  she knew she was being watched by me. I was in the closet bound to a chair to watch him satisfy this slut. Her long dark hair centered down her back, her hips thrusting her ass arching as she rode my husband I had a vibrator inside my cunt forcefully put there by Anna to make myself cum, no pleasure from him, just to watch. My life is a movie in this closet and I was enjoying it. Anna had a control button that adjusts the settings on the vibrator. She pressed stop and go as she rode my husband up and down ...so I would be in rhythm of her. I was having multiples the first time in my life I was orgasmic in more ways than one. I loved my husband because he and I have a relationship in where I knew what we lived for. 

So this is it.

I am so tired today I had to go to Social Services and get a temporary I.D card because my wallet was stolen. I found out someone tried to use my Visa card but because I marked it at stolen it was a red flag at the desk of wherever it was going to be used. I lost a really good wallet. I am going to replace it with another one but the idea that someone violated my personal space once again..I am really ready to move out of Rochester, NY. I financially cannot afford it and wish I had a roomate who I could trust...actually I want a husband. I was married before and it was all well and good until it occurred to me he was not for me. 


I am getting tired of A**** Yes. He and I are not clicking once again the flame has gone out. I need excitement. I need to feel happy and this isn't it. Here is the sloppy side of it all, I was given clomid to help me ovulate. Oh boy. And I haven't even started the treatment. Because I do not want his kids. I feel bad about it all, but I don't. The idea of having children with a man who can't even get himself to a doctor when he foot starts oozing weird substance from his big toe is a no- go for me.


I don't know if I can handle being like this anymore. He doesn't work, neither does the rest of Rochester, NY. And I want a geeky guy I can laugh and get crazy with. I am not perfect by all means but I don't need someone who doesn't think at all. If you have a virus on your computer that keeps humming like the end of red robin's commercial and crashing for no good reason I think it is time to a virus scan and a windows update not sitting here like a fifteen yr old overclocking the sucker isn't going to work. 


I am bitching. Yes. Because every time I try to build a life for myself something bad happens. I don't want kids with a boy. I want a good man, someone who is really into me despite my lack of a college degree and trust me I am on the bounds of success with that. Besides, College leads to Debt. Proven fact. A vast majority of society goes to college and leave with a degree, empty pockets and a shitload of debt. Did you know a Federal employee such as congressmen doesn't have to pay back student loans? What gives? 

Oh- MY WALLET IS GONE!

I lost this most precious wallet ever made in man-kind. Someone who was behind me at the local pharmacy looked like a dark skinned thuggish man but indeed was a woman. This was in the lovely little city of Rochester, NY. I was talking to the pharmacist about infertility and my dose of clomid to help me pop out little ones and my current appointment with Strong hospital on my HSG appointment and why is it so important to have a menstrual so early on into the test. Anyway, after that I felt a set of beady eyes burning into my skull so I turned and this woman was giving me the illest look ever. So I quickly excused myself without looking back on the counter. I never received a yell or anything from the pharmacist or the woman. So I am hoping one of two things. 1) I will call tomorrow first thing to see if  my wallet is there. 2) If the thug stole my wallet I hope she does, when Western Union calls me to tell me my money order was cashed in I can go ahead and file the police report for a stolen money order and look at her right in her face and call her every filthy thing in the book because I would have the legal right to do so. AND watch her be humiliated in front of the judge on petty larceny, a felony. Maybe I'll take a picture and show all the bloggers in the world WHY racism and prejudice is so prevalent and WHY people of a higher economic status do not like quibbering with lowlifes.

Let's go!

Lift me up, tear me down whatever do you choose
I can live here and I can't live there nowhere is better
when everything has another I can't decipher if I like you or want you.
I just settled and never let go I loved once and I can love again.
Leaves below cold winter brings shadows a mist balling up a fist
feel my air is it frozen with in your lips inside me I am fire nothing loathes more than seeing your lies. Kissing angels in the night sky close my eyes and here you are
yes it's me and you happier than life could ever be surreal
you say we click I say we are done the ice is thin now skate away before it's too late
I laugh tears of blood no way can I ever be true sitting here in my throne
where are you my king? Ah yes no one can be mine everything is a slow slippery slope take my rope and pull yes, yes go inside of me deep see me bleed within my heart
I hold nothing but an empty box the key is here in my mind can you see it?
it sits up there little one. Can you grab it? Go ahead, hold it within your hands oh, only at your fingertips? The barStool can't hold you, down you go into my river of dreams behind my eyes
so slowly I open my mouth words of the serpent hang within a thrust on my lips
you kiss no more do I feel warm for you in my loins I gasp for that touch,
the yearning of love and fire. oh the lust for my brainiac he must be here not there
nothing in between this gaping hole. I birth yours nevermore ...I despise what you hold behind your back a knife so sharp so smooth lay into mine as you seduce me with your words
Seduce me with your hate and loneliness. I never thought being alone could hurt so bad.

Simpleton with sextillion different thoughts.

How do you explain to yourself that some things are better left alone? I realize time and time again I have been a victim of men who enjoy using me for intercourse. Yes. Intercourse. I have a boyfriend of four years with more problems than Obama draining the economy. I mean, this guy has drug issues and hygiene issues and so many others things to mention. I am not going to go into details accept sometimes people think they can overrun society with their deceits and viscous motives towards women. I am going to get my revenge. I am not a 20 yr old hot slut with a brain the size of a grape nut. No. It's more complexed than that. My mind thinks extra sexual activity is fun until afterwards I feel disgusted and confused. Not sure to why I feel this way and wonder if I'll get over it. I guess I will not. If I could just find a way to figure what makes these men do what they do and what can we do to fix this. 

cuckquean

I  am extremely tired and worn out I had hours of intense sex. My  boyfriend and I have cheated on each other and I found out the details of him and how he manipulated a 19 yr old girl into sex with him. We were arguing about it, but...my loins were throbbing. I liked it, I admit it. I enjoyed knowing he thrusted his fingers into this girl and made her wet. emotionally I was jealous and angry. But I want to get past this feeling and learn to accept the enjoyments of sex. I realized, he wants longer and more orgasms and sex sessions.

After being together for four years things became dull. We needed to spice it up. So I told him, if you get the urge go out and get it. And I'll give it to you as well if you demand it. And today we did multiple times and no condom. I know I'm risking myself, but I like it, I am thirty years old and nothing else pleases me more than to have perverted sex with my sexually addicted boyfriend. I am too, becoming sexually addicted. As I talk about it, I want it again. He has given me a total of 10 orgasms. Four internal orgasms from his deep and consistent thrust, which hit my G-spot always and two from oral. Then the rest I gave myself while riding him or thrusting my pelvis and grinding into him while in missionary. I want to be sexual all the time not just a few times a week.

I find it hard to believe couples who have been married for 25 + years have NEVER  experienced cuckquean, cuckold, threesomes, orgies, taboo incest, bestiality, S&M.  I have seen people who are married that don't fulfill the urges of each other end up broken and cheated. Life experiences are sexual. I mean look at the vast majority of sex. We need sex to rejuvenate our minds. I am relaxed and hoping to enjoy my sex life. I am not looking for a lifetime partner I have found that,  realize now I was loving prematurely and not looking for my preference in the right places.

I want to be with someone who is "perverted" because it completes me sexually. And while he cheats sexually it gives me room to love others. If he gave me all the love I need I wouldn't want friends, pets and kids. And that would be selfish of him, wouldn't it? You have to share the love amongst everyone. THAT is what life is about. Marriage is a selfish way of life. It keeps two people together away from society so they can't show everyone how love is made, tell me that is not evil.

Funny little imperfection of mine.

Honestly I wonder how some people manage to cope with themselves. I am really thinking to myself how did I end up in Rochester, NY? They are filled with sociopathic, narcissistic, imbeciles. I mean social skills here are very limited and anything that is precisely concessive is relatively falsified with fake smiles and small time agendas. The men here are in some type of a hypnotic trance, I haven't quite figured it out yet exactly what type of trance but it is usually filled with materialistic gluttony.

And of course over eating to cover up the conscience that is slowly trickling away with each thrust of mental fuckery they have going on. I was lucky to even meet a guy from here, he is obsessively connected with me and wants to put his seed into me like the good Turkish man he is, Stifled laughter. And well, some how the puritans managed to make the middle eastern folk feel pure too! I mean we have Turkish men dating pure white women and other middle eastern men fit right into the typical stereotype of rochester.

And of course, they'll never be accepted 100% after 9/11 and yet they feel like they have some type of self entitlement by rejecting any woman of color only women they feel subjected to as their er...um..."equals" are, white women. When and how they came up with that idea is beyond me. I think it is time for me to start dating OUTSIDE Rochester, NY. Yeah. I see now no man here is interested in dating women who are of race. I like to think I am attractive, I'm biracial and very good with many things. But when you want to go for the best, that too, fails. Or maybe I'm looking for the WRONG type of right.

Sometimes, men are broken and cannot be fixed, and when a man of color decides to become Uncle Tom he too, gets fucked in the ass occasionally by his white counterparts. Yup. So when someone like myself tries to intervene and show Uncle Tom the right way to succesion I get slapped with rejection because I'm NOT Mr. Tom's  idealistic White statue of perfection. Fuck your mental fuckery, pal. Get off your donkey. No it is NOT a silver white horse. It may seem that way because when you were having animal sex with your white owner she made you feel like a million dollars. And then when your sex rendered useless she then moved on to another more useful animal. Yes. She gets her pussy licked by another slave. sorry.

Truth hurts. I know. But one day when you decide to stop eating so much and find a way to thrive you'll see white women don't want you, they want your culture, your oil money your submissiveness.