Fucktoys Part I: Arion

So many of you have asked about my fucktoys, ask and maybe ye shall be rewarded ....Expect a 4 part series!

I use studboys with large cocks like I use my dildos. Toys in the drawer I pull out depending on my mood. Different flavors, large sizes. Just one is different. He uses me as much as I let him which still means I have the power. It's just that I can never reach him when I want him. This gets under my skin, the one way fuck street. I have to wait for him to get in touch with me. I instinctively jump when he texts.

Arion: ur pussy wet?

me: NO (I lie)

Arion: get wet

me: WHY

Arion: Im cumming over

Playing hard to get is impossible with Arion. Arion never sets up anything more than 10 minutes in advance in his life, including getting laid. Depending on where he's driving around Miami, he probably has all his chicas marked on his GPS, so he calls or texts the closest girl to his location. But Arion can make me instantly wet. His cock is awesome, his body, his cocky attitude. I open the door, he has already texted me: be naked r wear clothes u dont care abt (yes he will rip them off me). This time I have on a black tank top and a pair of black thongs. My sacrifices to sex.

I open the door, he walks in. Fuck traffic, he says. Then he grabs me. Pushes me up against the wall. Should I fuck you right here? I wanna see your tits. I pull up my top over my tits. Perfect tits. He yanks my thong, it digs into my ass crack and slit, he yanks harder and I hear it tear, he lets it fall, unzips. I pull his shirt off, I want his skin against mine. He has very little body hair, he's half
black, and his skin color is the color of cappuccino. My girlfriends say he looks like Lenny Kravitz, I agree. He's got a delicious body, delicious skin, scent, pheromones. Fuck cologne, ugh, I hate when men douse themselves with that. I need to inhale skin, natural scent.

I want to devour his body, but he denies me access by immediately fucking me. I only get to kiss him, to suck on his tongue, to lick his neck while he fucks me. He's strong enough to hold me up or pin me against the wall and do me. This wall abuts the neighbor's. I can picture them with glasses cupped to the wall listening to the pounding, the moans, my orgasms. I like an audience, aural or otherwise.

I've been fucking Arion and his thick 8" cock for 7 years. I might be the longest on his rotation too. Somehow we haven't gotten sick of each other. But probably because we spend no actual time with each other to get on each other's nerves. It's all about the fucking or sucking. Very little convo.

After we fuck there isn't anything to say. How've you been. Good, What've you been up to. Same old same old.

After he leaves, I get out my vibrator and buzz my clit. About 5 minutes later he texts: Wuz it good. As if I need to answer....

Priceline Negotiator

New slave applicant who I sometimes referred to as Nuts, because he thought he liked having his nuts kicked, has disappeared back into the netherlands of West Palm Beach. I played phone tag with him for awhile after the dinner debacle, but he's got this one-track-mind and now only wants to negotiate licking the starfish and other fetishized body worship of moi. I don't trust him. There's something about him which unnerves me. My antennae vibrate 'alert, alert' when I'm around him. I don't have such alerts when I'm with fatfuck or the toad. Nicole thinks he might try to force sex on me. And since I'm 105 on a good day, to his 180-ish, even in a hotel room, it would be dicey. My sister suggested that I hire Ari (Arion) or another of my service males as a bodyguard and make Nuts pay for this. So I've left him yet another message to call, that I might have a way to work this out. We'll see if he's willing to pay for a 'package deal' at my price, of course.

fatfuck gets a taste of his own medicine

On Wednesday afternoon, I graced fatfuck with my presence at the hotel room. And, yes, I had a big surprise for him. Given my amped up G-spot, I thought it only fitting for dr. fatfuckenstein to see my G-spot in action. I begged Jesse to have the honor. Jesse is a great fuck, but he needs certain atmospheric conditions for a great fuck to happen, and having a hairy fat man in the room isn't the right atmosphere. So I had to go to another fuck friend who is a little more wild, but unpredictable. I couldn't be sure he would show up. But, wonders never cease, he did.

Arion is a cafe au lait hottie, you know a la Lenny Kravitz, that look. And hung. He always wants you to think he's busy, but busy means on the cell phone by the pool, yes, he's always working on these super-secret projects and things, I'm not sure what he actually does, perhaps it isn't quite legal, perhaps it is, but he's a species well-known in Miami, the playa. But this playa knows how to fuck. And I've known him since high school.

Fatfuck could barely endure our fucking and my seismic orgasms, he was jerking furiously to it, with his hand under the heaving slab of belly fat, gulping air like a walrus. Finally, I heard fatfuck grunt and spurt. Fatfuck left us to fuck without an audience, he said there was something for me on the bureau, this meant the cash. Oddly enough, Arion was like, hey it's been cool, but I gotta run. He pulled out without finishing! Wha???? How much of this is mine? he asked. $300 I told him, in a most annoying tone. Later, girl. He kisses me then leaves. Was this all about the performance, the cash, had Arion developed a drug habit and just wanted to score, was I not hot enough, was fucking me with the walrus in the room too much of a buzzkill? I was like wet, horny and didn't know what to do. I called Jesse, it was 3pm. Well, fatfuck left if you want to come over to the hotel. So you didn't find anyone? he asked. No, I didn't. Of course, I lied. Yeah I can ditch out of work early, he said, give me a half hour or so. So I took a quick shower and put the rest of the cash away and answered the hotel room door wrapped Roman-esque in a bedsheet. Was this cuckolding? Or mere deception. Or sweet revenge.