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.

The injury

You ever fuck so hard you hurt yourself? Sure we’ve all pulled muscles and strained our backs…but like ever had a legit injury that you’ve got to recover from?

I did. Right after I found out about Texas’ lies (the first time). I went out and found the literal first dick I could find. And he wanted to fuck in a kitchen, at his place.

So he’s got me up on a counter top, and we kinda slid around as he was fucking me and I was kind of like half on the counter? Well I shifted my arms the wrong way and my tailbone came off the counter and was banging up against the edge of the counter.

You know how it is when you’re soooooo close to cumming and there’s no turning back or breaking that focus to the finish line? That was us. Just fucking to cum. And we did…and that’s likely when I bruised my tailbone. Because not only was he driving me into the edge of the counter with each stroke, but as he came, he pulled almost all the way out and slammed into me with such force that I hear a “pop” then felt this searing, sharp (then dull, aching) pain in my ass. Literally.

I could barely walk out of his house upright. Sitting in my car was so painful I cried the whole way home. And for the next month I had to sit on a fucking donut because anything else felt like Poseidon was ramming my ass with his trident.

Shit was bad. And that’s why the next time I let a dude fuck me in a kitchen I made sure to keep my feet firmly planted on the ground.

A bit of a late birthday present pt. 2

This is part two of the late birthday present I got this week.

So after I get dressed and walk out of The Biter’s room, I walk straight across the hall into Texas’ room. He’d been in this really weird mood because he’s been talking to this girl for a couple weeks and is head over heels ready to relationship the hell out of her. So, me being the person I am I talk to him about her and help him with a couple things where she’s concerned. After a while I started to get cold and decided to get into his bed to warm up. I had completely innocent intentions at that time. I could see that he was really into this girl and I don’t want to do anything to potentially ruin that for him,.. Eventually he comes up to me and playfully bit me on the ass and I told him to stop since he had a girlfriend. When he got in bed with me it was like every other time we’ve had sex…he pulled my pants off, nestled his dick between my ass cheeks and stuck a finger up my ass.

Every so often he’d stop and then start that up again. At one point I rolled over and told him if he’s going to fuck my ass he needs to fuck my pussy and make me cum because he always makes me cum and The Biter couldn’t get me to cum.

In my mind I knew I shouldn’t even be in his bed…but when it comes to sex, once I’m aroused it takes a lot to turn it off. At one point he made a comment about throwing me on the bed to suck The Biter’s cum out if my pussy if I had let him cum inside me.  I mean…That alone made me want to back across the hall and have him pump a load inside me just to make him happy.

By now I’d completely forgotten about my experience with The Biter the sex, the rhythm, the terrible aim and the bad kissing…one thing about Texas is that he’s never really been big on kissing…but tonight he couldn’t keep his lips off mine and I couldn’t figure out why.  I mean I wasn’t going to complain because shit. He’s a great kisser…but it definitely caught me off guard.

Jesus fucking Christ. I’d forgotten how much I loved the feeling if him inside of me. The way he fills me up is unlike any other man I’ve been with. I can’t describe it other that sheer fucking ecstasy. He knows exactly how to move his body and how to hit all of my spots. I came within a couple minutes with him entering me.

This sex was different though. I couldn’t put my finger on it then but I realize now what it was.

In the middle of fucking me he started kissing me again…I was loving it, and loved it even more seeing how turned on he got when he asked me if the biter came in my mouth and anywhere else on me….it was the hottest fucking experience knowing that he was turned on by another mans taste on my skin.

It felt like we had sex forever. It got to the point that my legs wouldn’t stop quivering from the orgasms. He made me cum so hard I sucked my thumb like a baby and made me feel like I was going to pass out. I love fucking him because he’s just a naturally dominant person and it carries over in be.

The sex wasn’t rough by any means though…in fact I had to tell him I wanted him to hate fuck me to which he responded “I can’t do that. I could never hate you.” And honestly I didn’t need him to hate fuck me. I’ve always told him vanilla sex with him is better than the most hardcore sex I’ve had. Ugh. goddamn Its so good that I’m still turned on just thinking about it days later.

He used a few new positions on me that only made me cum more. He mentioned that to this date I had never ridden him. He’s right…I’ve never been on too with him. I wanted to. God I wanted to but my body and brain weren’t coordinating at that point. If they were I would have flipped is over and fucked him until I came 20 more times.

But I didn’t…instead he asked me to bite him. He’s never done that. So he lifted my head up to his shoulder and I grabbed a piece if his flesh in my mouth and clamped down. He tasted sweet. I didn’t want to let go he tasted so good. But I realized that I was about to break the skin…plus I had another orgasm and would have drawn blood if I didn’t let go.

Then at one point, he’s got my legs around his head he grabs my toe and starts sucking…now, I hate feet. LOATH them and have ended sex on the spot when dudes try to suck my toes…but he did…and it tickled me into another orgasm. Never did I think I’d get off from that. Nope.

By the time we finished I had about 30 minutes before I needed to leave his place for work. So we cuddled until he fell asleep and I left.

The next day when he texted me that he has decided to be monogamous with the girl I realized why that sex with that night felt different…it was like breakup sex except there was nothing to breakup…And unfortunately it caused me to realize a whole slew of feelings that I had for him that I thought I’d dealt with. Nope.  Still in love with him.  Trying to figure out how to unlove…and that will lead to what happened to me last night. 🙂


PS:  Here’s the damage they did to me.  Again…I regret

If the boats rockin’ don’t come knockin’

There are two things I’m superb at. Ruining romantic advances and corrupting the innocent men who approach me with them.

The Captain was one of those sweet, innocent dudes who just wanted to find Mrs. Right…and I’m not her…for him at least. The Captain is a well rounded man…he’s easy on the eyes, tall, lean and tan. Early 30’s, well educated, military reservist and rich.

Rich enough to own a 50ft yacht (that he lives on) a beautiful truck and some fancy ass motorcycle that he keeps in town along with his boat part time while also paying to moor it about 30 miles NE of me (where he keeps his truck).

In addition to this he’s just a genuinely sweet guy. Good natured and apparently a hopeless romantic…according to him his ex wife cheated on him because, “he’s too nice”…go figure.

So long story short, I end up at The Captains yacht and it is fucking gorgeous. It was like being in a hotel suite on water. Everything was dark wood and black. He offers me some scotch (neat) and I have to say, it wasn’t that bad…at least after the third one. By then I was feeling like “either fuck me or I’m calling a cab.” But he’s just being sweet. Making sure I was comfortable. Making sure I had enough to drink. Making sure I wasn’t getting sea sick…it was cute, but I’d had enough. I just came out and asked if we were gonna hookup or not. And he was shocked. Speechless. And stuttering.

He finally got out a meek, “yeah I’d like to but only if you want to.” And in that moment something came over me. I don’t know if it was the scotch, the wine from earlier or the floating hotel room I was in but I became this really aggressive person….I told him everything I wanted him to do. “Strip, turn around, put your hands on your hips, go get in bed and lay on your back.” I’m glad I took the time to appreciate his body…you could probably cut a diamond on the edges of his muscles.

When I got in bed with him I made him put his hands behind his head and told him touching was off limits and that the only way he could cum was if it was in my mouth or on my tits. When I said that he looked like a kid in a fucking candy store…so stupid and giddy.

I had to really take my time on him. For such a small body frame his dick was pretty big. Big enough that I had to stop about 15 minutes in and give my jaw a break…in that time I told him to stroke himself, but he wasn’t allowed to cum. Watching him watch me as he jerked himself off was a huge turn on. He had this intense look on his face and he refused to break my glance. When I finally felt comfortable enough to put him in my mouth again I took him all in. Down to the bone…I don’t think he’s ever been deep throated because he went nuts. He wrapped his legs around my lower back and squeezed. He didn’t say stop so I milked him with the back of my throat and that sent him over the edge. Next thing I know he’s grunting and thrusting into my mouth as his cum is sliding down my throat. That stupid giddy look returned when he opened his eyes and looked down the bed at me. It’s still sweet but kind of weird.

After he caught his breath, he said he felt bad that I didn’t cum but that it was exciting being with such a domineering woman. He told me he’s only ever gotten head a few times in his life because he always thought it was disrespectful to women. Also that he’s never hooked up without dating a woman for a few weeks…He said it felt strange just using me for my mouth.

I didn’t have the heart to tell him 99% of the time I’m usually the one being told what to do and swallowing enough cum to go swimming in….

I told him to make it up to me. To envision his ex wife and to hate-fuck me. He couldn’t do it and it’s probably a good thing too. With a cock like his he could have broke something. The sex was average, my blowjob was better. I’ll give him props for calling me a “dirty fucking cunt” over and over.

…That was a nice touch.