Get set...go ... Finnish the Penis

Oh fuck. I really hate to update this but I think I should. I change boyfriend again. What's new. Me and Erik...we simply cannot work it out anymore after so many times patching up, make up sex, cunnilingus, and blowjobs. We tried so long and so hard to make things work. It took me 3 waxing trips at Strip. That fucking long. Finally we gave up. I guess it's not meant to be.

Honestly, I do feel like a total slut for changing boyfriends so many times. Like when I go to my regular restaurants and clubs, they always look at me as though I'm a celebrity. I know, I'm irresistibly beautiful and my body is sizzling hot, but I do find the attention is too overwhelming. Stop judging me Fucktards! Do you like to be judged?

I don't give a shit. I strongly believe I should strive for happiness. And to hell with those who thinks I'm a slut. I love it because at least my stock market is bustling with activities. Always flourishing and forever horny. YEAH!!! Even if I need to fuck 365 men a year to determine whether that penis is the right fit, then I shall accept my fate as a 'cock sucker'. LITERALLY. Actually I can't count the number of cocks I have put in my mouth. That's my fate. I accept that my life as ever so colorful with fucks and penises.

And did I tell you I love to give blowjobs? YES I DO. I love blowjobs. I wish I can sleep with an erected cock in my mouth every night. Really I can, it happened several times upon request of course. I fucking love it. If there is such thing as God, and if He is listening right now, let that be my death wish. Choked with a cock in my mouth.

Recently, I met this Finnish guy. He's like 1.9m tall. WTF. I can do pole dancing on him. He's blonde, pale blue eyes. He's that fucking tall, and can you imagine the size of his cock? It made me wonder why the hell he didn't make it to the Book of Guinness Records. Well, at least he made it to mine and prolly several others whom he had fucked. Spotty like leopard. Every time I look at him, I have this urge to scrub him with Clorox bleach and erase those freckles. And if he were to stand under a bright sun dressed in white drapes, kids would think he is Jesus. He's that WHITE! And oh he works at KONE. What coincidence. Add a K behind and you have a penis in another language.

A friend of mine introduced Finnish the Penis aka Good Friend aka Jesus to me during a house party and instantaneously we felt like perfect match. After a couple glasses of wine and countless shots of tequila, we knew we are soul mates.

I need to pee. No actually I want him to think I need to pee. I went to the toilet in the master bedroom. He asked if I needed help. I told him to help me. I wasn't wearing any bra that day. It's Saturday. Weekend is go braless day remember? It's my free and easy day. I don't wear bra and panty on weekends.

Once we reached the toilet, I found my hand reached over to his crotch, feeling the turgid meat inside. Hey, this comes natural to me. Yeah it was hard and firm alright. And long. And thick. I took about 4 seconds to reach his dickhead. Yes, when it comes to sex, I am precise and I am well-known to be hardworking, meticulous, generous ...with my cum. LOL. He drew himself closer to me. We kissed. Saliva all over our mouth. Both of us seemed hungry. Hungry for sex. He told me I was a bad girl. Oooh..Deep inside I was eager to show him the real definition of bad girl in every sense of the word.

He told me to unzip his fly and I happily did so, reached inside to pull out his cock. It almost had that boink boink sound effect. Just like when you open a springy toy clown trapped in colourful box. Surprise! It's been a long time, I finally could feel my heartbeat at my clit. That throbbing feeling. This was akin to Muslims fasting during Ramadhan. Yeah, I didn't have sex for a long time. Two weeks since my last random fuck with German sausage I met at Insomnia. For that two weeks my clit went numb and motionless. Finnish the Penis managed to bring it back to life. I truly appreciate it. I finally got excited. My precious vagina, was yearning to envelope a mega penis. I was all ready.

I was wearing this stripe batwing dress which was such an easy access. No bra, no panty, just a loose, airy batwing dress. I thought it was a clever choice I made that night. I'm so well-prepared.

I knelt before him like I needed to seek forgiveness. Hell yes, I needed to ask forgiveness from him because I was going to maul him like a hungry lioness. I'm going to show that mega penis how Singapore sling would be like. I'm going to COCKtail it.

It wasn't even erected and yet the sight of it makes me so wet. Long and thick. I want to put it in my mouth and lick it so hard like paddle pop ice cream. Watch and Feel it grow in my mouth, in my hands. I clutched it between my hands like how I usually eat my foot long vegetarian Subway sandwich. I couldn't control myself and I wanted it so bad. I almost eat it. His cock was too big for my mouth. It felt it was bursting in my mouth. Well that's the problem, how on earth can someone's cock get so big? What kind of weird animal did he eat? So I managed to take in half the length of his shaft. And was hoping to leave the other half for practice fuck session later.

My heart beat so fast. I could hear it out loud. At last...

I felt his hand over my head, he was breathing heavily. He began pumping his cock back and forth into my mouth, making me choke on it. I could see he was enjoying every second of it. It was pleasurable for him as it was for me. I was doing my signature head banging cock sucking style. He truly enjoyed the warmness of my mouth and my tricks.  This Singaporean spinster will make him remember Singapore like no other Finnish ever did. He picked me up from the floor, undressed me, lifted me up and made me sit with my legs wrapped around his waist. We did the monkey. I almost died when he injected me with his mega penis. I felt like my vagina ruptured, like how you force open the durian. But the feeling was too strong, too good for us to stop. We cannot stop now. We must carry on and be quick. The deed must be fully executed before someone finds us fucking in the toilet.

I hugged him so hard that my breasts bursting from the clutches of our bodies. Perspiration trickling down our bodies. I bit down my lips to control my moans. I sucked in the air and my legs began to quiver as he pushed his almighty spanner inside me some more. Push and thrust and push and shove. We were sweaty and the mirror turned misty. Suddenly I was calling all kinds of God's name that I could think of. My orgasm momentarily made me a believer of all religions in this world. World peace.

Each time he withdrew, his cock came out glistening with my pussy juice. He gave me one final thrust of his cock which went all the way in and I was trying hard to stop screaming and moaning. It was painful. But it was pleasurable. I love it so much. God, I want to marry his cock.

"Your pussy's soo damn tight. You felt so good. I'm going to come ...now.... aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".

Huh? A bowl of white custard pudding or what??? So thick so much so curdly. Gosh. Is he even human? Forget the SCDF, Finnish the Penis can put out fire with his cum.

I didn't reply. There's no need to do so. With the almighty mega device, anyone hole would be screaming in pain woah.

We kissed each other. Cleaned up our act. Went back to the living room and acted as though nothing had happened in the toilet. Actually there's no need to do so, all of them were drunk so no one had a clue what happened.

We didn't stop there. We continued to hug each other. Had a couple more tequila shots. Moved over to the more comfortable couch near the window. Started kissing. I started caressing his cock again. It was damp. I showered him with my pussy juice but that's me. I'm full of love juice, I could go into manufacturing mode if anyone wants to invest.

Naughty Finnish. He raised an eyebrow. He slowly strummed his fingers down south. My holy hole felt that throbbing sensation again. YEs, I want him to go there and touch it again. He moved lower. I gladly serve him my vagina. I was wet again. He slowly inserted his finger. And then another. Two is enough, my vagina keyhole is small. It felt good. His fingers vibrated so fast I thought it was my pocket rabbit. But this felt so much better and warmer and tender. This guy has good stuff up his sleeves.

It is always easy to excite me. I'm easily excited. It's easier to make me reach my orgasm after you got me excited. Like snapping your fingers. One snap, one climax. Two snaps, two orgasms. No wonder every men that I have encountered love to fuck me so much. Sex is about enjoyment and reaching your orgasm. Nothing makes a men feel proud and almighty until he sees a woman sincerely enjoys his service.

He couldn't stand it anymore, he suddenly lowered his buttocks and knelt on the floor. He peeled open my legs and there I was, I had him between my thighs. He looked at me with the bedroom eyes and I knew he wanted to pleasure me. I knew he wanted to render me his fullest service. We didn't say a word. There's no need to say anything when it comes to sex. The vibes and body language speaks louder than thunder.

Oh please go ahead. I want it so bad. I want him to lick me and nibble on my southern flapping lips. His tongue was so long, I could almost feel his tongue brushing against my cervical walls. His head bobbing and shaking and vibrating. I don't how he did it, but he did it well. With precision, just like me. I came four more times. My knees began to tremble and grew weak. I was limped, exhausted, drained from all my love juice. He was slurping every drop of my pussy juice. I want him to go on and but I also want him to stop. Ii felt like a long overdue maintenance! Checked!

"I like your Slurpee. It would be perfect with a straw and served chilled."

He wiped his mouth. I almost could see a moustache formed, all thanks from my pussy juice. Nice. Great advertisement to replace those 'Got Milk?' ads.

We got up from the couch and I'd just created a map there. My love juice had penetrated the linen. Hecks! Who cares, everyone had passed out. We grinned at each other, it was our dirty little secret.

We left the apartment unlocked because no one was awake to send us to the door. I invited him to come back to my place. We slept soundly that night hugging each other to sleep. Almost Perfect. He snored like a pig. Lucky I had my ear plugs. Well, okay what more can I ask from a man. Mega Penis, Jesus-like, magic fingers and killer tongue. Minus the snore. he's good for me. I love it. Most important is I'm happy. It's been a long time since I felt this happy.

Today, Friday 13th Sep 2013 marks our third week of action-packed, blockbuster sexmania together.

I truly enjoy the cock experience. Finnish the Penis. May there be many more awesome fucks in weeks, months and years, and hopefully forever.

And until then.

TGIF darlings & Happy fucking,
G.S