Just because I haven’t updated in a while does not mean lack of naked fun-time, which I’ve been having- though not as much with cuck. Hey, don’t cry for him Argentina! We had sex a few days ago and he got to listen while Daddy BJ and his 11” dick fucked this babygirl until my knees weakened and lips went numb. This last time, in addition to the sex we had in my kitchen, on the couch, the bed, and by the fence in the backyard, Daddy BJ tasted one of Princess’s homemade pies – 3 pieces down. (See first 3 text message screenshots).
Note: I didn’t tell cuck I could cook until after we were married. Months after our wedding he said, “babe, this honeymoon phase is great, but you really don’t have to cook like this for me.”
“But I love to cook,” I said, “Surprise!” Not wanting to toot my own horn, but fuck it, TOOT-TOOT – I didn’t want my hidden talent to be part of his decision-making process when we married, simply a bonus. There’s love and sex, we all know that’s super important, but definitely not enough. Marriage is more than love, sex, and food. (Or is it, lol- (psssst- she forgot to say money)). And who doesn’t love a little post-marital mystery?! Boi is STILL learning about me and we’ve been married 12 years! I keep this bitch on his toes!
Daddy BJ and I have been playing for almost 4 years now, and I bet he’s thinking about my pie almost as much as my pussy at this point. Who ever thought that chocolate pie would NOT be a euphemism for pussy? Stranger things have happened, I’m sure.
In other naked news - Super Hero is still in my life but busy, and I haven’t seen him much. (See 4th screenshot). Last weekend he got his ass kicked in a fight and has been in recovery mode. I want to soothe him but he’s gotta make it here for that to happen, and between my schedule and his we’ve been unable to sync.
Now comes the big one… Daddy DJH… We talked yesterday. I’m a sucker, I’m weak! He said he’s still not completely understanding of why we broke up, he thinks about it a lot, and I guess at this point I’m ready to tell him. Or maybe I’m not – I go back and forth. How can I get his cock inside me without all the potential drama that follows wherever he goes? As of now I can still back out (we’re supposed to get together to talk next Monday), but I know if I see him the panties are coming off. Let’s not kid ourselves – the orgasms alone are specifically his doing - not only from a physical sense, but how he made me wait for it, beg for it, work for it, teased, and taken, his approach sensual and dominant. I miss the noises he made when he fucked me – primal, guttural, “oh god, oh god,” over and over again– . Unduplicatable. I crave that sound.
Finally, I have a few online-to-person potentials on the hook. It’s all about finding the time to make sure they’re worth it. They seem like cool guys with handsome faces and big cocks. No females (craving), and none bisexual (cuck needs a cock to suck and a dick to fuck him no matter how many times he wants to bow his head and say, “please Princess, no.”). Whatever.
Cuck is being a good boi though, making money so I can pursue my calling, and staying just outside the room while I fuck who I want. Again, don’t let him fool you – he’s always on clean up duty and 9 out of 10 times gets to fuck me as soon as the guy leaves. We all know how much he loves that! Plus, I cook for the bitch all the fucking time! Thing about cuck is that once you give him a little taste of honey he wants the whole hive, (and requests it often), and if I fulfilled his every desire I’d be stuck in the kitchen all day, naked, cooking, getting fucked between batches of cookies and filet mignon, and he’d get to watch it all with his little cock in his hands, tongue watering, happier than a jay-bird.
I must admit, that does sound like fun.
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