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.

Mr. Safety

Since the snow forced us to cancel our date tonight, I’ll tell you about one of the guys I’m dating…

You ever meet someone and they’re just….safe? Right after I officially ended things with Texas, this guy hits me up and we start talking. It was that all day, all night conversation that just flowed so freely and easily. We went on our first date and there was no sex – I really like him and didn’t want to be a rebound.

Our conversation didn’t even hit a sexual nature until about a week after our first date and I was horny. So I sent him this picture

And from there everything sped up. The first time I went to his house, we talked for hours. And then hooked up for hours. What I had intended to be a couple hours turned into an overnight stay late into the next day.

He’s a big dude. 6’4, 300lbs. He’s the kind of guy a girl like me can climb. And I do. He’s big into foreplay. Which after not getting any with Texas, is so refreshing. Mr. Safe pays attention to how my body responds and gives me more when I want it and recalibrates his approach when I don’t respond the way he wants.

The actual sex with him is…okay.

I’ve actually had more fun sitting on his face and playing with 69-style with him than I’ve had actually having sex. I like standing over him and forcing him to taste me. I like making him clean himself off my tits after he’s cum on them.

So he’s safe. He’s someone I can explore things with and enjoy myself with. It’s not my favorite. But it’s safe.

Cumslut scavenger hunt: Results edition!

In my last post I told you I was on a mission to find a man to blow so I could send Texas a picture of my mouth full of cum…it was a success. I win!

SIDENOTE: excuse my typos, I’m still kind if tipsy.

So we ended up at this dive bar in the middle of nowhere, just drinking with the old bikers who frequent this place. There’s like 5 of us and I know three of the people really well, but this guy (I think his name was max?) is there as a guest of my friend. He’s not my type but he was definitely an easy pick….doesn’t hurt that he kept telling me how beautiful he thought I was.

Well Max happens to live near this bar so we all went back to his place for a few. Knowing what my goal was for the night I immediately went into predator mode doing all but actually telling him I wanted him to facefuck me into oblivion. And I’m not very subtle. I intentionally walked away from him while we were talking and went straight into his bedroom, hoping he would follow. Luckily he wasn’t so drunk that he missed my hint.

I’m not a naturally dominant woman in the bedroom, but tonight everything felt different. I immediately shut the door, turned to him and started to take his belt off (I’m getting good one handed). He kept asking, “is this real? You’re gonna put those lips on my dick?” I don’t think reality set in until I shoved him down on the bed and put his dick I’m my mouth, actually.

I wasn’t surprised by his pocket snake…it looked exactly like him…long and skinny with a big head. Exactly like a mushroom, which I vehemently hate.

So anyways, I waste no time trying to warm him up to what’s going to happen because he’s already got a raging hard-on. I just buried him in my mouth. It surprised him and he kind of jumped when I did that. I told him I wanted him to fuck my throat so hard that it would still hurt next weekend…it took him some time to get the hang of grabbing my hair, holding my face and forcing me down on him. But when he did he was relentless…one of the roughest face-fuckings I’ve had in a long time.

I got tired of sitting on my knees so I made him move over to the love seat in his room so I could sit on that while he stood over me. It gave me a chance to be comfortable. and him to have more control and the longer we were in that position the more turned on I got.

So now he’s standing over me, balls deep down my throat when the next thing I know he’s cupping his balls and shoving them into my mouth. Normally, I love a good set of balls. Drag em across my face, lemme suck on em…I love it. But with his dick forcefully ramming my mouth it just didn’t work out right.

What did work out was when he was standing over me, using my hair to make my mouth fuck him like I was a marionette doll. Something about having my hair pulled while I’m getting my mouth ravished gets me wet. The mixture of pain and pleasure I think.

I told him that I wanted him to cum on my tongue. So when he was close to finishing he jerked himself off a couple times while I waited there with my tongue out like a good little girl. I was surprised with his accuracy. As soon as he was done, I shoved him out of the way and ran to the bathroom to take a picture to send to Texas. I don’t think he knew what hit him.

Usually I love to swallow. Because usually I enjoy the taste of cum. But this dudes jizz was thick like a milkshake but tasted like picketed beets. NOT.GOOD.

When I came out of the bathroom he was all, “what’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong?”

I wasn’t going to tell him why he was lucky enough to have my lips grace his dick but it came out of me anyways. The look on his face reminded me of the look Simba had when Mufasa died. Horror.

Oh well. I gave Texas what he wanted..and after tonight I’m excited to give him more. 🙂