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.

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.

DP that pain away.

okay…so I got half of my birthday present earlier in the week…fucking Texas’ roommate then fucking him shortly there after that same night.  Having him basically lick the cum off my mouth and neck, blah blah blah.  Then he tells me he’s going to be monogamous with this girl he’s known for two weeks.

Let me tell you why this lead to whats about to come in this blog:

1. He’s known her for 2 weeks and is already trying to relationship her, hasn’t met her yet and is talking about crossing a body of water for her…when he couldn’t be bothered to drive 35 miles down a freeway to see me.  So that brought up a lot of hurt.

2. I realized that I’m still in love with him.  Part of me at least. I thought I’d gotten over him but now I’m left to try and fall out of love the only way I know how and thats by calling up Fernando and getting DP’d by him and a friend.  Yep. I’m still in love but for those 3 hours I was feeling like, “I was in love once?”

Basically I’m the type of woman where when I’m hurt or emotionally vulnerable my vagina takes over for my brain to ease the pain (heh, that rhymed!)…

I need to back up though.  I didn’t just call up Fernando. I actually had a date with someone I met off OKC…and it went terrible.  I’m not going to get into the details but it bombed so bad I had to tell Texas AND my lyft driver as soon as I left.

So I get home and I’m sitting there wondering what to do with my time.  My pussy is still sore from Texas and The Biter and I wasn’t sure if I should even bother trying to fuck anyone.  But then I started thinking about Texas and felt stupid and vulnerable so I decided to call up Fernando.  He happened to be in my area at a buddies house so I invited them over for beers. We’ve fucked a few times since the last time I wrote about him and it’s gotten pretty vanilla.  nothing out of the ordinary so I wasn’t expecting much.  Maybe I’d blow him while his buddy watched and they’d both cum on my face…

Well they both came on my face but it was after they fucked me at the same time and DP’d me.  Which was my first time experiencing Double Penetration in that respect.  I like things in my pussy, I like things in my ass…so when Fernando asked if he could fuck my pussy while his friend was fucking my ass of course I said yes.  I’d be lying if it was unlike any other pain I felt at first…being stretched like that wasn’t anything I was used to and it took them getting into a thrusting rhythm for me to get any pleasure…but being that I can come from vaginal penetration and from anal separately you can imagine what it was like once I finally began to enjoy myself.  What I like about Fernando and his friend was that any time they’d switch holes, they’d change their condom…but one at a time so I was never left without a cock.

By now Fernando knows what I like when I’m being fucked.  Choke me so hard you leave bruises on my neck, pull my hair hard enough to give me whiplash, spank me hard enough that three days later I’m still black and purple.  And granted he couldn’t exactly do much of that with his friend pounding away at me…he could choke me and whisper dirty fucking things to me.

you’re just a dirty fucking whore

you’re my whore

we should cum inside you for being such a whore…fucking my friend while I fuck your ass

Yep.  I’m feeling fucking awful before Fernando came over and being told that made me feel a shred better about the Texas situation.  I really loved that when Fernando was about to cum he pushed his friend off of me, me off of his dick and onto the ground and sat on my chest so he could cover my face with his load.  His friend stood there jerking him self and watching and knealt over me so that he covered my tits in his seed.

The best part was that they cleaned up and left and I took a shower and fell asleep.

Granted…I woke up feeling even more sore that I was from Texas and The Biter, could only make it through 20 minutes of my hour long workout and emotionally I’m still in the same spot…but at least I got to sleep without crying last night!

OKC, Sir…

One thing I enjoy about being on OKCupid is the propensity for men to act out their fantasies….most men think they’re this real life Christian Grey, when in reality all they want is to talk the talk…

One guy messaged me from Vancouver, CA and we went from talking about Daniel Day Lewis to him jumping straight into “owning” me…..Now, because this is the internet I happily obliged him…

Truth be told I miss being owned and sometimes I struggle with the want going back to that and having a “normal” (whatever the hell that means) relationship with men.

But it was fun while it lasted with him….

My response to crisis

I have been filled with rage and uncontrollable emotions today and I need someone to fuck me back to normalcy.

I need someone to tie me up and force me to comply with something. Punish me for responding to pain. Deprive my senses until I realize the problems of my day are insignificant to them.

Then I need to be fucked into oblivion. Man handled with reckless abandon until I’m just a blank-faced shell of who I was earlier.

But then I want cuddles afterwards. I want to be held and told that I can get through this because I took my punishment like a woman. Then I want to sleep for the next 5 years and wake up like today never happened.