Here is a quick video of how my clit and pussy look a day af..

Here is a quick video of how my clit and pussy look a day after an almost 10-inch fat cock did its damage. I like the way it looks. I think my clit looks wonderful, and my pussy is still wet as fuck.

Back to last night and Scott. His dick didn’t fit. Not even a little bit. I slipped Scott’s dick inside of me when he got here, and it was like I put a pencil-thin one-inch dildo in my pussy. I mentioned to Scott that his dick didn’t get near the places that David could touch inside of me. Not even close. And then I came. Just like that. 30 seconds or less, and I’m blowing girl cum all over Scott’s now vastly undersized cock. The thought of being resized and ruined for my husband by another man was too much for me. He has literally reshaped my pussy and made it impossible for Scott ever to be able to reclaim my pussy as his. Then I had him pull his dick out, and it looked so much bigger than what it felt. Not near the size of David’s schlong, but you all have seen Scott’s cock. It’s not small by any means. Try telling my pussy that after David breeds it. My hole is so wide it you can see inside of me, and he leaves my clit massive. They both stay that way for days afterward. I wish it would be permanent. My clit is still hard as a rock, and now it stands up like a dick. It rubs on anything I wear, and that makes me want to fuck. So much so that I am letting my clit make questionable decisions for me. I understand the phrase “thinking with your dick” very well now.

I have another two dick dates today. I want to cancel them both. My clit thinks otherwise. The rest of my body is like, “You can’t be serious!” One this morning with my old friend and then Ryan later today. I will probably compromise. Handjobs, blow jobs, and anal with Ryan. It’s good to have extra cock holes in addition to my pussy for just such an occasion as this.

Before anyone tells me I have a sex addiction problem, again, I hope like hell I do. Being that I don’t drink or do any drugs whatsoever, I’d rather be sucking sperm out of dicks than popping pills. I admit I am motivated by dick. I think about it morning, noon, and night. If I don’t get it, I don’t get it. It doesn’t ruin my day. I do something else. So I will admit that yes, I am mentally addicted to sex. Physically, not even a little bit. No withdrawals, and even if I did need a fix…I can take care of that myself no pharmaceutical required. Plus, even if I had a date scheduled with David or Ryan, if a friend called and were in need of help, I would cancel either guy, no questions asked. I’m not talking about help moving a table or something like that. I’d get myself resized first, then queef while I moved the table afterward. But if they need someone to watch their kids or something like that…dick must wait. So no, I don’t think I have a problem at all. Just a very serious hobby that involves hard cocks.

I have a busy dick schedule all the way through Friday. I have Rob tomorrow, who I wish was today. I have Tony on Friday, and then I might go out to dinner with David. I don’t know if I’ll make it, though. This has been probably the most used my holes have been in a week…ever. It’s Wednesday, and I admit it. I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep the schedule. I’ll let you know.