Below is the questions asked, and the results.

Hair

Black: 50%

Brunette 20%

Redhead 10%

Blonde 20%

Tits

A 25%

B 30%

C 30%

D 15%

Weight

95-110 – 20%

110-150 – 60%

150-200 – 15%

200+ 5%

Height

This was to broad to pick. Most said from 5 ft to 6 ft.

Shaved/Bald

No hair – 15%

Bush – 85%

Dominate/submissive

Most agreed that a dominate/aggressive woman would be their preference.

Are you surprised? I can honestly say that I am a little surprised. When we think of the All American woman most would say busty, blonde, with a tiny waist and a big butt. As you can see, that wasn’t the response with the men that I questioned.

According to Vocal Media the list of perfect women include:

Kim Jai-Soo

Zendaya

Deepika Padukone

Bella Hadid

Hande Eurcel

Gal Gadot

Margot Robbie

Emma Watson

Priyanka Chopra Jonas

Lily Collins

My ideal of the perfect woman is a little different than these, though all are beautiful. If I had to choose one woman that to me was the most outstanding in looks, it would be Vivien Leigh. Her beauty was unmatched, but it was her sass that really sunk me. In the role of Scarlet O’Hara she was a force to be reckoned with. Mouth, brash, and knew how to drive a man wild. Those eyes could melt the soul, but the wickedness behind them was devastating.

In all honesty, is there really a perfect woman? No, but some will still take your breath away and frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn!

For fun I asked AI to make me the perfect woman using a generator. What do you think?

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I was given permission to tell this story from a long time cuckold. For this story we will call him Brian.

“I don’t even know how this all began. One day I was living the perfect marriage, or so I thought, and the next, I stood in the middle of my bedroom while my wife cheated on me. Well, looking back at it now, I guess it wasn’t cheating. She was feeding her soul what it had lacked for so long. A real man. I’m a big guy, but lacking in one thing. Cock size. About 4 inches, I’ve had girlfriends in the past complain, but I leaned how to become orally gifted. Sex was quick, but I could always get them off with my tongue or toys. It was that way with my wife too, well, until it wasn’t. And so it began.

I never thought I would be here, confessing this part of myself. It started as a whisper in the back of my mind, a fleeting thought I quickly brushed aside. But over time, the thought grew, and soon, I couldn’t ignore it.

My wife, Emily, is breathtaking—smart, confident, and effortlessly beautiful. From the moment we met, I knew I was lucky. But deep down, I carried a secret, a craving I didn’t understand at first. It wasn’t until I stumbled upon a forum discussing the cuckold lifestyle that I realized there was a name for my fantasy.

At first, I was ashamed. What kind of man wanted to see his wife with another? The idea should have filled me with jealousy, but instead, it thrilled me in ways I couldn’t explain. I kept it buried, afraid of what Emily might think. But secrets have a way of eating at you, and one night, after a few glasses of wine, I confessed.

She stared at me, silent. My heart pounded. Had I ruined everything? Then, a slow, knowing smile spread across her lips.

“So, you want to watch me with someone else?” she asked.

I nodded, barely breathing.

“I’ll think about it,” she said.

Days turned into weeks, and I convinced myself she had dismissed the idea. Then, one evening, she dropped a bombshell.

“There’s someone I’ve been talking to,” she said. “If we’re really doing this, I want to do it right.”

The moment was surreal. I expected jealousy, but instead, I felt something else—excitement, arousal, anticipation. The night arrived faster than I imagined. Watching Emily with another man was both torment and pleasure in its purest form. I had never seen her like that before—uninhibited, free, lost in pleasure. And though I was an observer, I had never felt closer to her. He was 3 times my size and though I should have be intimidated, I’m on the edge of excitement.

The way he touched my wife made me feel a pang of guilt. Never once had she used that language in the bedroom with me. All I could think was “Had I ever satisfied her?”

Afterward, she curled up beside me, tracing her fingers over my skin. “Are you okay?” she whispered.

I smiled, kissed her forehead, and nodded. “More than okay.”

Some might not understand, but for us, it brought a new level of intimacy, trust, and passion. And in the end, that’s all that matters.

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(Disclaimer: This is purely fiction.)

“Gypsy, you have a client who is wanting you for 24 hours. He will send the itinerary over in a few hours. I will fax it to you.”

Dave didn’t even look up from his food. He lost himself in a bowl of pasta, when I left, a dribble of the sauce dripping down his chin. It was a little repulsive. When you work in an industry filled with beautiful people, you don’t get excited anymore. The necessities of life become prevalent.

I arrived home as the fax came through. I ignored it for a moment. The shower was more of what I needed. The way the water kissed over my flesh forced me to linger a bit, fantasize as my fingers caressed over my soft folds. Pushing the digits inside, the shrill of the phone stopped my exploration. I wouldn’t finish now, but later, this need would be sedate.

Stopped by a telemarketer had to be the icing on the cake. Selling home security, I tried five times to discourage them, but had to hang up in self-defense. It was at that time when I started reading over the fax. Shocked would be an understatement.

The car will arrive at 8 pm, please pack for a three-day stay, though your only needed for 24 hours. Your flight leaves at 10 pm, and you will arrive in Los Vegas by dawn. The limo driver will ask for the non-disclosure. I assume you understand the need for discretion at all times. Please be aware that you will not be staying at my house. I have obtained a hotel room for you.

You will arrive at the hotel for breakfast. Please eat, shower, and nap. At 7 pm you will need to be at my home for a production release party. Please dress in formal attire.

The next 12 hours were a blur. I had signed the non-disclosure and gave it to the driver. Flown to Vegas, and now I was standing in the client’s home’s entryway. I can’t mention his name, but wow, this was earth-shattering.
“He’s expecting you. The other guests have arrived, but you are to meet him in the office. If you will follow me!”

Straight to the point, the Butler spoke in a heavy British accent. He was about 5o, grey hair, and slender. He looked like he could have fallen from a James Bond movie and landed right here. In my head, I had named him Jeeves.
“Gypsy, so nice to see you. I trust you got everything you needed?”

In awe, my head shook a little. I was standing in the same room as this man whom I had fantasized about so often. His voice was that of an angel, but I knew he was no saint. He was a pure devil. All the tabloids confirmed he was one of the biggest assholes in Hollywood. Right now, though, he was perfect. Biting down on my bottom lip, I needed to pull myself together. This was no way for a grown woman to behave.

“Of course. The flight was nice, and the room, well, it’s beautiful.”

After a 3 second internal fight with my common sense, I was back. There is no possible way that I want to be a star gazing little fool. He enlightened me about the party going on. It was a new album release. Living the life he did, it wasn’t profitable for him to settle with one woman. Since he wanted sex later, I was a sure thing.

As the clean crew worked diligently on the house, the two of us retired to the pool. Clothing dropping on the cement patio. I love sex in the water. Shocked, he was well endowed. So much so that I gasped a bit, giving him the ego boost he was seeking. Every man likes to know he can pleasure a woman. He would please me repeatedly with that monster cock.

“Lay back on the edge of the pool. I haven’t had a pussy I wanted to eat in years. Yours is magnificent.”

I swear I blushed. I have never had my pussy complimented like that before. Doing as told, I laid the towel on the concrete. My legs remained in the water as he spread me open. How can you prepare for this? He was, well, who he was, and I was a whore. Starting at my toes, he suckled each digit into his mouth, his tongue tracing them in a seductive dance. I will admit that I love this. It’s erotic the way he played each little piggy. He was making love to the perfectly manicured little tootsies. He sucked each one as though it was my clit, and he was trying to make me cum. Honestly, I almost did a few times.

One foot, and then the other, his mouth worked its way up to my heated center. By now, there was a delicate trickle of liquid love trailing from my pussy. He blew softly, his air enveloped my wet lips, sending shivers up and down my spine. Between the night air, and his mouth, I was on the edge of explosion. It was too soon to come. I didn’t want to ruin this. A swirl of his tongue over my clit, I had to reach down and grab the pool’s edge to stop myself from riding his face. I’m sure he would like it, but I didn’t know his boundaries yet.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Whimpering, my voice called out like a beacon. Being a vocal lover, I know that most men love when a woman encourages them. The actions of his tongue proved that to be true. Dividing my slit with the tip of his oral muscle, my clit throbbed the moment he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves. My shaking couldn’t be sedated. The talents of his oral skills had a flood of fluids dripping down my crack, pooling beneath my ass.

A hand crept down my body, tangling in his hair, I fed him my sweet entrance, lost each time his tongue dipped into my tiny pink rim. A circle drawn around my precious little peach, I heard him sucking the sweetness from my honeycomb. He was slurping from the fountain, my pussy squirting into his mouth. I drenched his face with my sweet, liquid love. Cumming was a surprise. I had the moment he pushed the tip inside of me. The tip of his tongue that is. His dick would come soon, but right now, the waves of rapture cascaded through my veins, and heaven found.

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“Fuck! Those God damn dogs are barking again!”

Every morning at 6:45 am the neighbor’s dogs yell like the hounds of hell searching for a victim. Sitting straight up in bed, Gypsy covered her ears for the millionth time this month. Until a month ago she could sleep until 8, but the day that damn moving truck showed up everything changed.

Edging her body to the side of the bed, she grabbed a soft pink robe on an oversized Queen Anne chair. It was time to confront the problem, or at the least, yell at the mutt so the owner could hear her anger. It was still dark out for Christ’s sakes. Shuffling through the hall, the moment Gypsy opened the back door she screamed at the top of her lungs, but the last of her words stuck tight in her throat.

“Shut the fu…..”

Across the yard there stood what had to be a 6ft 5-inch male with no more clothing on than the day he was born. Stark naked, his body that of a Greek God, the man turned to the sound of the voice. He never even tried to hide it. Holding a coffee cup to his lips, peering over the brim of the cup, Gypsy could see the amusement on his eyes. Was he fucking smiling? God dammit, that man shook her to her core. Sure, she had seen plenty of naked men, but this one ripped her soul apart without even touching her body.

“Sorry about the noise. Rosco is just saying good morning to the neighborhood,” laughed the male.

Not once did this man even attempt to cover himself. His cock hanging, he didn’t even blink at being caught naked outdoors. Her mouth gaped open only seemed to amuse the man more. His laughter a booming chuckle, he turned to the door and disappeared inside along with the dog.

“What the fuck was that?” Gypsy asked.

She stood there for a moment or two before walking back into her own house, but now she couldn’t unsee it. His perfectly chiseled chest, tight abs, and well, that cock. God damn, if that was soft, she couldn’t even imagine it in an erect state. She had seen a few cocks in her days, but well, that one was impressive.

“How dare that man come outside like that. I could call the cops for indecent exposure,” she laughed.

Instead, she pushed the button on the coffee maker and honestly thought about a cold shower. Her cheeks warm, she placed a hand on one, shivering from the contrast of her hand and face. She was sure he saw her expression. His laughter when he left was downright cocky. Tapping her fingers on the tile counter, hoping to make the old pot drip faster. She had a Kerig on the other side, but there was something about that drip and gurgle of the old machine. Plus, it was seasoned with layers of past pots of that black gold.

A cup poured, she brought the steamy liquid to her lips, shivering the moment her eyes closed. All Gypsy could think about was that man standing there with coffee in his hand and his dick hanging long and proud. He had gotten into her head, and she needed to remove him as quick as he came.

“Alright, enough. Cold shower. Now!” she laughed.

A cold shower was needed, but Gypsy was someone who couldn’t even touch the cold water without her skin aching. Turning the shower on scalding hot, she dropped the robe and walked into the falling lava hot water. That might not take the edge off the anger she felt, but it would shock her system back to some normalcy.

Leaning her head against the shower wall, her hand slid down her belly, not stopping until she reached the soft skin above her pelvis. A sudden flicker of electricity flowed through her entire body, causing a moan to escape. Breathing deep, Gypsy pulled her hand back, pouring a liberal amount of soap in the palm of her hand. A bright floral fragrance filled the shower as the bubbles built in her hand. Biting down on her bottom lip, she slid her fingers down, massaging over her swollen mound. The only thing in her mind was that man. God damn that naked man.

Cupping her pussy, Gypsy curled her little finger, parting her swollen lips. Starting at her tight opening, she slowly moved upwards. How could that stranger get so deep in her head that she found herself masturbating to his image?

“Fuck,” she purred.

Tapping two fingers against her clit, Gypsy felt her own heartbeat beneath the tiny swollen nub. She was soaking wet and not just from the soap on her fingers. Slowly closing her eyes, one hand on the shower wall, she rubbed small sudsy circles around that bundle of nerves. She would need to steady herself or fall to the shower floor in a warm puddle of unforgiving lust.

Imagining that her fingers were that stranger, she pushed three of them in her tight entrance, stretching the tight pink rim. It hurt, but the pain was worth it all. She wanted him to stuff her full of that hard cock and not stop until his seed was buried deep inside her throbbing cunt. At this point it wasn’t a beautiful little pussy, but a carnivorous demanding cunt. Never in her life had she felt this way. Gypsy prided herself on her control, but that was flowing down the drain along with all her self-respect.

“Fuck me, please,” she begged.

In and out her fingers stretched her tiny walls, each thrust bringing her closer to orgasm. She never came quick, but this time the blinding wave of fury rupture her entire being. She was cumming, and it was hard enough to drop her to her knees. God damn, that man burned a vision deep inside of her soul.

DING DONG

Scrambling to her feet, she balanced herself for a moment before grabbing her robe and wrapping it tightly around her. It was 7 am, and unless it was an emergency no one should be ringing her bell!

“What!” she growled, pulling the door open wide.

Standing in front of her was the very same man that had just made her cum. Wearing a pair of shorts and t-shirt, the man knew the moment she opened the door what he had done. That shitty smirk on his face said it all.

“Hey, just wanted to apologize. Are you okay?” he asked.

Nodding her wet head, Gypsy stood in the doorway with sin written all over her face. Her cheeks flushed; she grabbed the door jamb to steady herself before speaking.

“Yes. No worries, just please,” she begged, breathless, “Wear some clothes next time.”

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Everyone whether they want to admit it or not, has a fantasy that someone else would consider disgusting. Do I? Sure, but there is a difference between me and the normal person. I am not afraid of what people think of me. My life is an open book for the world to read. I’ve opened the doors to my dirty little secrets, so, are you ready to hear my fantasy?

His words penetrated her soul with a fever that no traditional medication could control. Wicked, his eyes boring holes into her frame as he sat across the room watching the young blonde undress. Each article of clothing tailored to fit, but she removed them as though they were thrift store quality. Money was never an object when he was involved. She would rip each thread from the silk in which it was sown if he demanded. She stopped at the panties, the red ones he sent to her the night before. Lace bikini cut with a small red bow on the band. They resembled the ones Victoria Secret used to entice men into the store. The difference with him though, was that these were the trophy from the last conquest. His bad habit was taking the panties from his victims.

“Leave them on. I don’t want to see your cunt, well, not yet at least,” he vocalized.

She moved across the floor like a cat stalking her prey, stopping only inches from his large frame. God dammit, why was he the drug she craved more than any other? Her lungs expanding with argumentative breath, she struggled with the intensity. Smirking, her crimson lips curling up, even the Cheshire cat would be jealous of her smile. A swift strike of her tongue over her bottom pillow, she moistened the stain with a saliva gloss. Yes, yes, he would like that. Her mouth wet for him. He never said a word, but she heard him inside of her head. He didn’t need to speak. She knew.

“May I?” she whispered.

“May you, what?” he laughed.

“Let you rape my throat with your cock,” uttered the young blonde.

His hand moved down to the jeans he wore, grabbing the crotch of his pants with a rough grip. He was taunting her, and she knew it.

“Are you a good girl?” he asked.

Her head shook from side to side as she smiled, “No, no I’m not. I am a cock craving whore.”

As a master would call his dog, his hand slowly tapped his pants to advance her to his lap. Sighing, his hands now on the side of the chair, he waited. She didn’t expect him to help, did she? Of course, not. A cock craving whore knows her place on the food chain.

“Thank you,” her body shook as she whispered.

Slowly taking the space between them away, her slender digits working down his zipper with ease. The button next, one slip of her hand and she released him from the confines of his pants. It was at the point, that she used the tip of her finger to push a strand of drool that escaped from the side of her mouth. Looping the saliva around her finger, she pushed it back into her warm mouth, pulling back with a soft suck. God, wait, there was no God present here. All she wanted was her throat to be ripped from her body and used as a cock sleeve for this man. He intoxicated her soul.

He pushed his body back in the chair, lifting a bit to allow the release. As he placed his hands behind his head and laced his fingers, he waited. She knew what to do. They all knew. A breath exhaled, he was tired of waiting, and she would know that before the night was over.

As though a serpent, her tongue perched between her lips, tasting the air around. Fuck, he was delicious, and she hadn’t yet tasted his nectar. Slithering up the underbelly of his cock, her tongue followed the thick vein from his sac to the head. A flicker back and forth, she painted his cock with an overabundance of saliva. Every stroke of her tongue caused her body to tingle with a wanton desire.

“Umf,” he muttered.

Both hands on the floor to brace herself, she wrapped those pretty lips around the head of his cock, engulfing to the rim. A slow roll of her tongue, she fucked the slit with the tip of her oral muscle, pulling back with a sudden pop. Eyes to his, her lips in a well-defined whistle as she blew on the damp mushroom. Inch by inch, she engulfed him, her crimson prints left around the base of his thick cock. As much as she tried, the gag reflex was too strong. Choking on the size, her mouth slowly retracted, saliva pouring the moment her lips released the meat.

“No!” his voice boomed like a clap of thunder.

H reached out, grabbing the back of her head and forced his cock against the seal of her lips. With force, his hand pushed down, the head of his cock threatening to break her teeth if she didn’t comply. Lacing his fingers in the soft strands of her hair, he didn’t stop until every inch of his dick stretched her mouth to capacity.

“Bitch, do you choke?” he asked, yanking her head back, looking into her shocked eyes.

“No, no we don’t choke,” she whimpered.

He pushed her head down hard, the head of his cock pushing deep into her throat, holding tight to stop her from pulling away. It wasn’t about what she wanted, but about what he needed. Forcing his hand back with regret, no sooner did he give her a breath did he take it back away. There is giving head, and then there is this. Throat fucking with a jackhammer speed, the head of his cock causing her mouth to bleed from the size. One after another, his thrust causing him to lift from the seat to impale her on the length. No longer a concern as long as she kept her mouth open, he used it for his pleasure.

Gasping, her face turned blue from the lack of oxygen. Crying with each thrust, her eyes widened, the streaks of mascara running down her cheeks. Cheeks bulging, her lips burned from the stretch. Her pain was his pleasure, and the more she gagged, the closer to cumming he was. Her nostrils flare as his hand restrained her head, holding her throat to the point of collapsing around the bridge of his cock.

“Fuck, eat that fucking cum,” his voice raspy as he demanded.

She opened her eyes with the first hit of scalding fluid down her throat. His nuts resting on her chin, he dumped them down her greedy throat in waves of lava from the head of his dick. Her cheeks expanded, filling them to resemble a chipmunk stuffing nuts in for the winter. In her case, she was on a liquid diet. Pure protein.

He exhaled deep, leaning back as his hand released her hair, pushing her back from the oversensitive head of his cock.

“Go clean yourself up. You’ll do better next time,” he laughed, lighting the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray.

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His words penetrated her soul with a fever that no traditional medication could control. Wicked, his eyes boring holes into her frame as he sat across the room watching the young blonde undress. Each article of clothing tailored to fit, but she removed them as though they were thrift store quality. Money was never an object when he was involved. She would rip each thread from the silk in which it was sown if he demanded. She stopped at the panties, the red ones he sent to her the night before. Lace bikini cut with a small red bow on the band. They resembled the ones Victoria Secret used to entice men into the store. The difference with him though, was that these were the trophies from the last conquest. His bad habit was taking the panties from his victims.

 “Leave them on. I don’t want to see your cunt, well, not yet at least,” he vocalized.

 She moved across the floor like a cat stalking her prey, stopping only inches from his large frame. God dammit, why was he the drug she craved more than any other? Her lungs expanding with argumentative breath, she struggled with the intensity. Smirking, her crimson lips curling up, even the Cheshire cat would be jealous of her smile. A swift strike of her tongue over her bottom pillow, she moistened the stain with a saliva gloss. Yes, yes, he would like that. Her mouth was wet. He never said a word, but she heard him inside of her head. He didn’t need to speak. She knew.

 “May I?” she whispered.

 “May you, what?” he laughed.

 “Let you rape my throat with your cock,” uttered the young blonde.

 His hand moved down to the jeans he wore, grabbing the crotch of his pants with a rough grip. He was taunting her, and she knew it.

“Are you a good girl?” he asked.

 Her head shook from side to side as she smiled, “No, no I’m not. I am a cock craving whore.”

 As a master would call his dog, his hand slowly tapped his pants to advance her to his lap. Sighing, his hands now on the side of the chair, he waited. She didn’t expect him to help, did she? Of course, not. A cock craving whore knows her place on the food chain.

 “Thank you,” her body shook as she whispered.

 Slowly taking the space between them away, her slender digits working down his zipper with ease. The button next, one slip of her hand and she released him from the confines of his pants. It was at the point, that she used the tip of her finger to push a strand of drool that escaped from the side of her mouth. Looping the saliva around her finger, she pushed it back into her warm mouth, pulling back with a soft suck. God, wait, there was no God present here. All she wanted was her throat to be torn from her body and used as a cock sleeve for this man. He intoxicated her soul.

 He pushed his body back in the chair, lifting a bit to allow the release. As he placed his hands behind his head and laced his fingers, he waited. She knew what to do. They all knew. A breath exhaled, he was tired of waiting, and she would know that before the night was over.

 As though a serpent, her tongue perched between her lips, tasting the air around. Fuck, he was delicious, and she hadn’t yet tasted his nectar. Slithering up the underbelly of his cock, her tongue followed the thick vein from his sac to the head. A flicker back and forth, she painted his cock with an overabundance of saliva. Every stroke of her tongue caused her body to tingle with a wanton desire.

 “Umf,” he muttered.

 Both hands on the floor to brace herself, she wrapped those pretty lips around the head of his cock, engulfing it to the rim. A slow roll of her tongue, she fucked the slit with the tip of her oral muscle, pulling back with a sudden pop. Eyes to his, her lips in a well-defined whistle as she blew on the damp mushroom. Inch by inch, she engulfed him, her crimson prints left around the base of his thick cock. As much as she tried, the gag reflex was too strong. Choking on the size, her mouth slowly retracted, saliva pouring the moment her lips released the meat.

 “No!” his voice boomed like a clap of thunder.

 He reached out, grabbing the back of her head and forced his cock against the seal of her lips. With force, his hand pushed down, the head of his cock threatening to break her teeth if she didn’t comply. Lacing his fingers in the soft strands of her hair, he didn’t stop until every inch of his dick stretched her mouth to capacity.

 “Bitch, do we choke?” he asked, yanking her head back, looking into her shocked eyes.

 “No, no we don’t choke,” she whimpered.

 He pushed her head down hard, the head of his cock pushing deep into her throat, holding tight to stop her from pulling away. It wasn’t about what she wanted, but about what he needed. Forcing his hand back with regret, no sooner did he give her a breath did he take it back away. There is giving head, and then there is this. Throat fucking with a jackhammer speed, the head of his cock causing her mouth to bleed from the size. One after another, his thrust caused him to lift from the seat to impale her on the length. No longer a concern as long as she kept her mouth open, he used it for his pleasure.

 Gasping, her face turned blue from the lack of oxygen. Crying with each thrust, her eyes widened, the streaks of mascara running down her cheeks. Cheeks bulging, her lips burned from the stretch. Her pain was his pleasure, and the more she gagged, the closer to cumming he was. Her nostrils flared as his hand restrained her head, holding her throat to the point of collapsing around the bridge of his cock.

 “Fuck, eat that fucking cum,” his voice raspy as he demanded.

She opened her eyes with the first hit of scalding fluid down her throat. His nuts resting on her chin, he dumped them down her greedy throat in waves of lava from the head of his dick. Her cheeks expanded, filling them to resemble a chipmunk stuffing nuts in for the winter. In her case, she was on a liquid diet. Pure protein.

 He exhaled deep, leaning back as his hand released her hair, pushing her back from the over sensitive head of his cock.

 “Go clean yourself up. You’ll do better next time,” he laughed, lighting the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray. 

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What make a person a whore? Is it a large amount of sexual partners, or maybe the fact that she accepts money for services rendered. Either way, it is the oldest profession in the world, and whether done virtually (phone) or in person, it’s one heck of a job.

Have you ever fucked a Whore?

If you have, would you admit it? I’ve talked to over 3000 people in the last year and only a small handful admit that they have paid for in person sexual services. Most of the ones who have do so because one reason. Menopause. The wife doesn’t give or perform sexual acts and they feel lacking. Though to do not condone cheating, I do understand the need for release. For some women the pause in sex is temporary, but for others, they never feel the need again. Most could regain it with medication, but as I have witnessed, most take it as a sign their martial duties are done.

So, you’ve decided to see a professional. First you need to decide whether it’s in person, or a phone sex girl. I am honestly suggestion the later. Think about it, it’s safe if you’re smart. A throw away debit card and you’re set. I always suggest that people use those non-traceable cards when using a dial in company. As for the best, I am going to suggest niteflirt because nothing us given to a real life person. All of your information is stored in their secure server. Easy peasy, right?

Usually a phone whore will have limits, but there is a sexual kink out there for everyone. In my research in person meetings are not always the safest route to take. Not only is there a risk for an STD, but there are many girls/guys out there who are not as they seem. I’ve heard the horror stories that will always keep in the safety of my home whispering seduction into the phone.

“Have you ever swallowed your own semen?”

“Would you like too?”

“I promise to never tell a soul that you at cum for me.”

So, have you? Let’s be honest here, everyone has tasted it at least once by choice or accident. Whether you ate a cream pie, swiped a little off the tip, or kissed her after she swallow, you tasted cum. I’m amused by the men who adamantly claim that it would be an act of homosexuality to get a little in your mouth. If swallowing my own cum means I am gay, sign me up.

Remember boys, we always recycle.  

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Would it shock you to know that growing up I wanted to be a Nun? I guess some wouldn’t understand, but then again, either do I. It wasn’t for religious reasons, but more because I have a deviant mind. Pushing the limits seemed to be something that I had to do. Some will find this disturbing, but others might be able to relate to having an over active imagination.

Deviant: Departing from usual or accepted standards, especially in social or sexual behavior.

I started church at a young age. It was what upstanding people did. All week they live a sinful life and on Sunday let the Power Of Christ was away their deviant sins. I attended Holy Innocence Catholic Church with a friend of mine from school. She was what they now call non-binary, but back then I didn’t know what that mean. To me she was a tomboy. I guess I was a little bit of one too. I enjoyed playing in the mud and building forts as well. Barbies changed all that a few years later.

My deviant behavior started on day one. It was innocent enough. When that little basket came around to add the money for the church, I made a withdrawal. My parents didn’t send me with any cash and there was a little store on the way home. In my defense, they did pass it around and the money was just laying there. My friend watched but didn’t take anything. She knew better, but did enjoy the wealth after church when we bought candy. It was never a lot of money. Five bucks at the most, but my deviant mind didn’t stop there.

I admit, curiosity killed the cat when it comes to me. 

For years that’s all that it was, but then something happened. After graduation things took a turn for the better or worse? You decide. Suddenly the thought of church had a different effect on me. By then I learned that Nuns and Priests were forbidden from having sexual relationships. Honestly, not being able to cum would have killed me. I was a chronic masturbator and not a day went by that I didn’t cum. Not really too deviant, but I am sure God wouldn’t approve.

That’s when I really had to know. Do they enjoy the sins of the flesh, or are they really as uptight as they look. I found out the following Sunday that they were human after all. It was all by accident, but I call it divine intervention. It was Christmas Eve and I had already started working in the phone sex business. It was paying for college, so I thought God would forgive me.

My first call of the evening was from Canada. Nothing off there, but what did get my attention was the fact that he said he was a Priest and service would start soon. He wanted to cum before he welcomed the parishioners in for the evening. Honestly, I thought he was lying, but that wasn’t the case.

Is it bad that I made a Priest cum?

In a small room off of the main church this man whispered that he wanted me to give him JOI. That’s jack off instructions for anyone who doesn’t know. At first I hesitated, but then I grabbed my rosary rubbing the beads and told this man to stroke his filthy deviant cock. He did. I could hear it. Right as he was about to cum, I made him say the Lords Prayer and cum into his hand. When he asked what could he do with the seed, I knew right away. The church bells were ringing and the power I felt inside of me made me tremble.

“Go out to the entrance of the church and wash your hand off in the vessel of holy water!”

(By the way, this is a true story and it happened to me.)

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What is a Cum Monster? Well, to be honest, that’s me. A creature that craves cum so much that I steal cum from every man I meet. Sure, I prefer the ones the crawl on their knees with a donation in their hands, but I will take it any way I can get it. Cum is the perfect mean for a Seductress like me. A Siren who cries for another load of silky cream.

When a man tells me that someone refuses to allow his cum inside of her body, I am still shocked. How can anyone deny the need for semen? Shocking for me too. So, if you have a woman who tells you no, tell her about the Cum Monster that will harvest it all. Make her jealous of the woman she can never be, or the cum queen that drains unsuspecting cocks.

We’ve all heard the story of Lilith, right? She stole the seed of men with nocturnal dreams. Have you ever come in your sleep and woke in a wet mess? That was me. I stole all the potent parts of your cum and left you with the reminder. Don’t worry, I only take what I need. I’m not selfish, well, if 4-5 loads a day isn’t selfish.

Can anyone be a Cum Monster?

No! It takes a special woman to become the keeper of the semen. There is one born every season, and I was chosen in mine. How do you think I keep a perfect body, face, and vitality? 4 times a day I allow the seed of man to flood my body like bathing in the fountain of youth. There has never been a day that I haven’t drank the life of another, nor will there ever be. I can imagine me in an old person’s home jerking off the old men for a little taste of cum.

Are you ready for the Cum Monster to take you too? Get me drunk on your semen.

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I’ve always been a little confused about why some men get attracted to performing oral sex on men. It repulses others. Growing up I thought that if a man did oral sex on another man, he was gay. Sure, my family was a little conservative, but isn’t that true? If it is, there are a lot of men out there hiding in the closet.

My first experience with this was eye opening. Growing up, I was always a tom boy. Again, shocking. I loved playing in the dirty, toy cars, and climbing trees. My best friend at the time was a boy whose name I won’t say. God, what if he reads this blog? He was always a little on the feminine side, but that might be because of me too. To please my mother I forced him to play with barbies. She worried that I would grow up with the boys and not the girls. Sorry Mama, I knew what I was doing.

Oral sex was the last thing on my mine, well, until I watched my first porn.

After watching that first xxx rated movie, I gained enlightenment on many things. One being that cum looked delicious. So white and creamy. One could consider the cream on top of the cherry. After that, I had sex with a guy, and if I am being honest, it scared me to death. No, we didn’t use a condom and the last thing I wanted was to get pregnant. A good little Catholic girl doesn’t do that. It would shame the entire family, plus ewwww. I never want any crotch goblins to ruin my life.

Immediately I sought the help of my best friend. I explained what happened and the smile on his face scared me. As he explained, “The only way not to get pregnant is if I suck all that out of you!” I screamed, well, not too loud, but it was a scream. He wanted to perform oral sex on me to prevent me from getting knocked up.

Unable to think of another way, I agreed.

Hiding in the bedroom I showed him my shame. Removing my soiled panties, I laid back on his bed, spread my legs, and allowed the jizz to flow free. As shocking as it was, nothing compared me for the next few minutes. My legs open wide, he climbed between them and shoved his entire face in my slit. It was my first AMSR experience. He sucked on the tiny hole, slurping up all the cum. His tongue pushing in to make sure the walls sparkled when he finished. I’ve never seen someone devour cum like that since. It reminded me of a man starved getting his first meal in forever.

“You need to promise me that if this happens again you bring it to me!”

Of course, I agreed. Who would turn down vacuum lips? Not me. Plus, I came when he cleaned me, so that was a bonus to the entire experience. What happened next was the real eye opener. I told him that the same boy wanted me to give him oral sex. Not knowing anything, my best friend assured me that he could show me how. Now it was convincing the other boy to let him do it, and not me. I only wanted to watch. You know, learn by example. If he wanted oral sex he would have to accept it from another guy, not me. It wasn’t hard to convince him. A blow job is a blow job no matter who is sucking.

I watched my best friend get on his knees and take every inch of that cock down his throat. Shocked, I gagged a little when I heard the slurping sounds, he made. It reminded me of when my sister ate spaghetti and sucked up the wet noodles. Loud and wet. The guy getting head didn’t know what to do. He stood there with his mouth wide open and moaning from the stimulation. I wish I could say this lasted a long time, but it was quick. About 2 minutes into the oral sex my best friend got what he wanted. A warm stomach filled will cum, and the pleasure of teaching me how to suck dick.

The only thing I learned that day was I needed to learn oral sex or always bring my best friend along.

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