This morning, an old friend contacted me. Mr. Rock. I’m sure anyone who’s followed me from the beginning remembers my love for this man. He is certainly all that AND a bag of chips. 

Rock and I have been seeing each other for close to nine months now. He is always there to cheer me up. This morning it was a tattoo of a rival team imprinted on his thigh. I could not stop laughing. He’d lost a nasty bet. I mean, this thing was huge. LOLOL. He kills me.

I think back to our last date. (Well, you can imagine how my dates go…) No food; we just fed off of each other. It was an intense evening filled with toys. I couldn’t believe it. He was enjoying them as much as I was. We had a disgustingly naughty time.

At one point, I belted up my strap-on and rode his willing azz. He loved it as much as i did. The whole time beggin me for more. 

I recall fucking. him from the front and looking into his lust filled eyes. He wanted me… and this… and then he came. I told you! Intense, right!

What a delicious adventure it has been with him. So, dinner this week, and then…

I have my hopes…