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My New Facebook Sex Blog 1st entry
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"The eldest offspring was home and I had a shock horror thought of the dozen used snapped and love juiced condoms that were just on top of the open bin liner out in the open in the kitchen. Quick as lightning, I dashed to the kitchen to cover up the shenanigans of this weekend’s love fest. My children believed that I had only had sex 3 times, them being when I conceived them, the other when I aborted the dear foetus I had no idea if it was a Black man or the white father of my second daughter. I felt no shame in the three men I fucked to oblivion this weekend, I also felt no remorse. I tell you what I did feel though, empowered, full of prowess like a passion fuelled vixen and royal sex Queen, albeit said the pain from the fuckery was a bittersweet reminder of the connective desire and lust of the events that occurred on Friday and the early hours of that cold Saturday morning in November. Condoms were used, of course, however the yearning for, actually, I will leave that detail there. I loved a man I loved a woman, in fact, I loved many human beings still and many had and do have a part of me that I hold pretty dear. I have lived with hypersexuality, formerly known as nymphomania for practically most of my adult life and trust me it is a blessing and a curse, one that has hurt many people, continues to do so and had me and still has me acting so risky I’m surprised I ain’t been done for public exposure, stabbed up or carted off into sex slavery. At its worst I envisioned fucking our dear son of God little old Jesus, Jesus, once I believed I was Jesus and was a prophet sent from the Good Lord himself. Of course, this fact and loss of reality got me sectioned on the highest section and during my three months stay in the hospital I was pinned down by eight “Nut case” looking after staff that the thought still turns me on immensely. Yet that is a different true life event all together so I will stick to the topic, for all our sakes. I’ve fucked myself stupid on public transport, fucked myself that much in three days I had to lock my dear poor sex toys in the garage, it’s even had me fucking men and women I have no attraction to whatsoever (currently eradicated, well eradicating this). So here I am, writing a blog about my sex life, love life and all the juicy, kinky sordid and deviant bits in between, past and present I must add. I have lived the single life coming up for 8 years now and I really do not intend on settling down anytime soon. Yes I have had the odd fling, the odd 11 week relationship but nothing concrete furthermore, to be honest, they end up boring the shit out of me or I become so insecure and cannot stand myself that its “tatty bye but be sure to stay in touch so we can still fuck” and next, and so it continues. I am unsure how this blog will go, not quite sure if anyone will be interested, to be honest, but I am fast approaching the controversial number of conquests I have had that it seems a shame to let the highs and lows go to waste and from my heart, I genuinely am passionate about writing. I am also extremely competitive and with a firm focus on giving Sex and the City, 50 Shades of what the fuck and porn hub a run for its money :p Thanks for reading Ms-May84 If you want to like my page and follow it is called "Gratification Station" if you can not find it get in touch and I will forward you the link it would be good to have you sexy kinky people on board this with me and who knows could maybe be writing about you next "Very interesting blog A very good read Thanks | |||
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"The eldest offspring was home and I had a shock horror thought of the dozen used snapped and love juiced condoms that were just on top of the open bin liner out in the open in the kitchen. Quick as lightning, I dashed to the kitchen to cover up the shenanigans of this weekend’s love fest. My children believed that I had only had sex 3 times, them being when I conceived them, the other when I aborted the dear foetus I had no idea if it was a Black man or the white father of my second daughter. I felt no shame in the three men I fucked to oblivion this weekend, I also felt no remorse. I tell you what I did feel though, empowered, full of prowess like a passion fuelled vixen and royal sex Queen, albeit said the pain from the fuckery was a bittersweet reminder of the connective desire and lust of the events that occurred on Friday and the early hours of that cold Saturday morning in November. Condoms were used, of course, however the yearning for, actually, I will leave that detail there. I loved a man I loved a woman, in fact, I loved many human beings still and many had and do have a part of me that I hold pretty dear. I have lived with hypersexuality, formerly known as nymphomania for practically most of my adult life and trust me it is a blessing and a curse, one that has hurt many people, continues to do so and had me and still has me acting so risky I’m surprised I ain’t been done for public exposure, stabbed up or carted off into sex slavery. At its worst I envisioned fucking our dear son of God little old Jesus, Jesus, once I believed I was Jesus and was a prophet sent from the Good Lord himself. Of course, this fact and loss of reality got me sectioned on the highest section and during my three months stay in the hospital I was pinned down by eight “Nut case” looking after staff that the thought still turns me on immensely. Yet that is a different true life event all together so I will stick to the topic, for all our sakes. I’ve fucked myself stupid on public transport, fucked myself that much in three days I had to lock my dear poor sex toys in the garage, it’s even had me fucking men and women I have no attraction to whatsoever (currently eradicated, well eradicating this). So here I am, writing a blog about my sex life, love life and all the juicy, kinky sordid and deviant bits in between, past and present I must add. I have lived the single life coming up for 8 years now and I really do not intend on settling down anytime soon. Yes I have had the odd fling, the odd 11 week relationship but nothing concrete furthermore, to be honest, they end up boring the shit out of me or I become so insecure and cannot stand myself that its “tatty bye but be sure to stay in touch so we can still fuck” and next, and so it continues. I am unsure how this blog will go, not quite sure if anyone will be interested, to be honest, but I am fast approaching the controversial number of conquests I have had that it seems a shame to let the highs and lows go to waste and from my heart, I genuinely am passionate about writing. I am also extremely competitive and with a firm focus on giving Sex and the City, 50 Shades of what the fuck and porn hub a run for its money :p Thanks for reading Ms-May84 If you want to like my page and follow it is called "Gratification Station" if you can not find it get in touch and I will forward you the link it would be good to have you sexy kinky people on board this with me and who knows could maybe be writing about you next " | |||
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