So I went to see one of my heroes, Mickey Avalon, last night in Sebastopol. I don't know that I can even describe how fucking awesome it was. He truly does have flows that turns nuns too hoes, and lord knows I ain't a nun so I was out there putting the mack down in the parking lots afterwards and ended up hooking up with a fine young man that after drinking one of those packaged CVS rum packets, kind of actually resembled mickey avalon but taller. The resemblence was later confirmed by my sober homies i went to the concert with. Only downside of that was dude had the same name as my late father and ex husband. The downside being for him really because that alone automatically bumps you to "future ex-husband" in my book. As far as I'm concerned that whole night was the biggest win of probably my entire life and not to brag but I did graduate from college and my dog pack is fairly impressive. But Mickey actually fucking touched me, and I still just cannot. I'm probably gonna have to write about the concert separately somehow, I don't know. The memories are pretty patchy but I really gotta remember anything I can. I was pretty fucking wasted which I'm feeling today but I'd do it again. I'm definitely gonna bang that dude again too and for sure get my clothes back from him. I didn't lose any of my shoes thankfully but the clothes were a different story. The only real regrets from that evening are not decking this weird bitch named Flower because she was tryna steal my shit and somehow my photo time with Mickey. She didn't, my homies had my back thankfully and it's not like I had anything important with me. I was vibing with her for a while but yeah, I gotta remember why I only have like two close girlfriends, that's because I generally attract fucking weird bitches. The other regret would be not recording dude fucking up my pussy. I'm not gonna lie, it hurts right now too. I can get so horny sometimes, especially when I'm drinking and having fun. I was on this guy's dick pretty much the whole night after we went back to his place and damned if he wasn't with it. When he wasn't pumping his hard dick inside me, he was eating me out or we had our tongues down each others throats and grinded our bodies together. I fuck hard with guys who go down on me, even if drinking makes it hard to cum. I still get so wet and something about making out with them right after just drives me fucking crazy. That type of shit has low key nearly gotten my crazy ass locked down in the past and once or twice it has. I hope I at least sucked him off too, I probably did but I don't recall that specifically.
Mmm, and the next morning when we woke up (apparently we got a few hours of sleep at least) I figured out what his name was, realized he was actually hot, and called my buddy, we fucked one last time. I usually hate morning sex since I'm not really a morning person and I hate my morning breath. Complete mood killer usually. Not that morning though, we were still kissing on each other, he slipped in his morning wood and he ended up just giving it to me from behind up my pussy, which by the way is probably my favorite position and especially for morning sex. I must have still been wet from the previous night too. My pussy was starting to get sore so I was a little worried it would hurt some but after he got the tip in he slid right inside me. He busted a huge load right in me. When I get fucked from behind I can feel the dick much better so when he came I could just feel his cock pulsating inside of me. It's such an amazing feeling, having someone just cum hard into me like that. I like the feeling of semen dripping out of me as well, especially if the guy doesn't take their dick out right away. He didn't pull out too quickly after, I think we just kinda laid back down like that but Goddamn. That boy really has me dick drunk right now. Like I need to stop and change my panties.
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