Goodbye!

This is going to be the final blog for Sniffles.

Realizing I’ve been the victim of constant and repeated emotional and physical abuse at the hands of Texas has made me re-evaluate my choices and how I live my life. I need a break from the steamy affairs.

This is my chance to live my life for myself finally, and part of that means Marie Kondo-ing everything that reminds me of him, and sadly that means this blog.

It’s been fun, until it wasn’t anymore. Thank you for reading my pleasures and remember that life is too short for bad sex.

A double whammy

I can’t sleep apparently…so here you go:

So I met up with a friend who I had blown years ago. We’ve got a lot of mutual friends but keep going back and forth regarding us being friends. Right now we’re not friends lol

Anyways, he’s in town for the holidays and is flying back to wherever tomorrow. He’s a combat medic, so he’ll be called The Medic. He came over the night before last and we decided to exchange numbers…for the umpteenth time in 5 years. Well as yesterday progressed we agreed to meet up for beers. Then I find out he hasn’t gotten any action in months. You know me, I’m a patriot. So I offer to end his dry spell. The original plan was to just bang it out in his car. But we ended up back in my apartment, which was fine because walking from a car all the way into my purpose would have defeated my plans later in the night.

I’ve had The Medics dick in my mouth before. And for a skinny Asian dude he’s got a cock on him. He wasted no time shoving my head down on his whole dick and holding me there. With no warning, I immediately gagged and dug my nails into his thighs and forced way back up his shaft. He really just wanted me to take him in all at once…I guess he heard the stories in our group of friends? So I let him. I let him thrust into my mouth until he pulled out and came all over the left side of my face. He smeared it all around and I can still smell his cum. He’s got a fair sized load, and I scraped what I could off my face and tasted him as he watched. I snapped a few pics of his “artwork” for Texas while he recharged his batteries and when he was ready for round two he pounded me like a boxer to a punching bag.

The stroke game was UH-MAZING. He fucked hard and rough and without asking covered my mouth, leaned in and said, “I told you I’d fuck the shit out of you. You’re such a little slut. Did you like the way my dick tastes?” I love it when men dirty talk like that…and I’m already quick to orgasm and that just set off a chain of orgasms that were so different than I’d ever felt. They were long lasting and powerful, but not enough to make my legs shake…I felt these in my bones each time and each time when they’d peak, I’d almost black out. I know I was loud and I know my neighbors could hear but goddamnit if I couldn’t control myself.

When he finished, he came in me and on my pussy, knowing that I’d be sending pictures to Texas. Who, upon seeing me covered and dripping in his cum, made his way down for seconds.

Within 5 minutes of The Medic finishing he left, I wished him well and sent him packing.

About 30 minutes later Texas comes walking into my place, strips his clothes and begins fucking me. I know he likes me covered in cum. I can see it in his eyes, and he fucks me differently when I’ve been with another man. Within 20 minutes, he came inside me and was leaving. Now mind you, my pussy was already full of cum from the medic when Texas got there. Walking him out afterwards was simultaneously awkward and erotic.

I feel like a dirty girl. My body is spent and my bed sheets are splattered in cum.

The aspiring star

While I’m sitting here at work bored to death I’ll tell you one of a few stories about how I got to be known as the welcome wagon at my old job…

So I believe I mentioned a while ago that I used to work in radio, and because of our format we had a ton of new artists coming through the door to impress us.

One particular day a cute little cowboy came strutting into our office with his wranglers, Stetson hat, and guitar on his shoulder. He was adorable and had dimples so deep you could swim in them and walked with a gait that screamed “I HAVE A BIG JUICY DICK!”

My bosses made the mistake of inviting me out to dinner with them, this guy and his rep. While the big wigs discussed airplay and the latest industry happenings he and I had a few strong drinks and nice conversation. At the end of the night he wanted to continue drinking so everyone left us and went home. We closed out this little dive (which has become my usual drunken late night go to with musicians) after I had my hands down his pants stroking him under the bar. I’ll never forget what he kept telling me:

“Damn girl, you’re wild. You like a little danger don’t cha? You’re the kind of girl who’s down to go anywhere.”

We got back to his room and fooled around a bit. He suckled my tits like he was a baby, which right now would have been fine because of how sensitive they’ve been lately, but back then I couldn’t feel a damn thing.

He kept telling me I could never tell because the image they’re going for is a single and sweet southern gentleman. Bahaha. When he took his dick out of his pants he hopped on top of me to alternate between titty and face fucking me. To his credit, those jeans didn’t tell a damn lie. My gag reflex isn’t super sensitive but he had me gagging with less than 3/4 of his dick in my mouth. He was mindful to pin my arms down with his knees, so he was in total control. He blew one load down the back of my throat, rolled off of me and told me to give him 10 minutes.

When he was in fighting condition again, he told me to flip over so he could ride me like a bucking bronco. He closed my legs, straddled me, spread my ass and rammed me in the prone position (my favorite) and I made some stupid comment about bucking like a bronco which I immediately regretted when he shoved two fingers into my ass…he definitely had me bucking at that point 😉

When he finished on my ass, he asked me to stay the night with him and being drunk and broke I really had no choice. I made it out before he woke up and the next few times we saw each other after that was completely casual, except when he’d sing this one song, he’d look directly in my eyes the whole time and do this little pseudo-air humping motion.