This long Labor Day weekend included watching (loud) porn and having (loud) sex in a guy's grandma's house. I mean, his grandma wasn't there, he was house sitting. But the house was all... cliche grandma feeling. I felt like I was desecrating her home, all naked on crocheted blankets in the living room and stuff, always fearing we'd wind up leaving a stain on the hand-sewn quilt on the bed, moving all the trinkets off of the dining room table...

In the guest room we stayed in, there was a cross and pictures of his dad and aunt on the wall, watching us while we fucked like there was no tomorrow.

Afterward, he brought me a cold drink, and yes, we used the doily coasters.

Because I don't do enough whorish and terrible things everyday to fill this blog, I might delve into the past occasionally.

Truth be told, I'm not a bad person, but it seems like I will be recording everything that makes me seem pretty bad. The joy of being anonymous.


...Kinda.

A couple days ago, there was a thread about me on a specific image board. Asking if I have ever delivered. I have actually never posted tits there, only a bra shot or two. But a few lucky guys I talk to on messengers have gotten to see a lot more, so I was scared that something would show up...

And it did. One sexy topless pic (never delivered vag ever) but I'm such a slut that I don't know who I sent that picture to anyway.

Here's to hoping no one I know sees it. But to be honest, I'm flattered by all the comments it got.

I had sex with a pretty random guy the other night. Not the best decision I've made, since we met off the internet at a park at 1am.

He was okay though. Sex was awkward as hell, and he pretty much never shut up, but at least his company was entertaining.

Oh yeah, describing awkward sex... there was a lot of wiggling and slipping out, and he literally drenched me in sweat. The worst part, though, was that would forget to breathe while humping, and then just stop and pant when he ran out of breath.

He spent the night, so he kept on waking me up to hump. I was practically asleep at one point when he was going at it... and he still only came the one time, what was the point?

Some weird way, it was still a fun experience.


Oh, and in the morning he took a shower... and hit his head on the towel rack which left a gash on his forehead. What a great time.

When I was young, my mom told me, "If you got it, flaunt it." (Thanks for the thorough puberty speech, mom.) Through the wonders of genetics, I wound up with her giant boobs, and her encouragement to utilize my assets. I wonder how okay she would be with me posting my tits on the internet though.

What a duck

All quacking in the pond and shit.