Cum dumpster

Baby's back! Oh my gosh, I'm back in the arms of my beautiful boyfriend, cuddled up on the sofa and smothered in kisses; whatever's been on my mind whilst we've been apart has been forgotten about. The only truth in this world and the only thing that matters is LOVE; and I see it every time I look into my baby's eyes, it's a reminder of everything that's good and no matter what anyone says or does they cannot take that away from us. I go on so much about his eyes but they're just so beautifully innocent, they speak so much truth, I can see my baby's soul within them, I can see a light guiding me back home to the safety, security and warmth of his arms. They're a reflection of everything my baby is and everything I want; it's just there looking back at me, I'm very fortunate - it's no wonder I miss him so, it's no wonder I love him so................

I get lost in his eyes, lost in his touch and lost in his kiss; everything and I mean everything slipped my mind when my baby walked on through the door. Not only that but he was wearing his slippery smooth nylon track pants - what a treat for tired eyes, what a treat for any eyes and what a treat for my hands. Dear me, they fit him so well, unbelievably well and the touch of the material pressed against my skin, pressed hard against my baby's body (you may guess which part of his body, trust me it doesn't take a mathematician to work this one out!) made me rue the fact that I'd already started cooking tea. There was only thing I wanted and it's not served on a plate, well it is figuratively speaking - I mean I don't exactly have to force my baby into bed at gun point or plead with him to take some paracetamol to cure his headache (straight people you know what I'm talking about here! And you fail to comprehend why gay is good, example one has just been served - lots of sex all the time, no pleading, no buying gifts, nothing! It's a case of a kiss turns to a snog, hands start wandering, clothes start disappearing, blood flows south, an erect penis disappears into a welcoming bottom and eventually makes it all wet and gooey inside. That's it gay sex in six easy to follow steps, we should write a beginners guide to gay sex book babes; well we will when we stop laughing............ It's the wet and gooey bit that got my baby but it's true, I'm not complaining because it's the best feeling after a good long hard shagging at the hands of my baby, to feel him dumping his cum deep inside me is just pure and utter bliss - it's dirty, sweaty, cheap, slutty and I LOVE IT. It brings us together too, seriously it makes us feel closer together, by having the trust, the love and the relationship that allows us to have bareback sex; there's nothing more intimate or personal that sharing bodily fluids - that was supposed to sound romantic and I've seriously ruined it. Stop laughing babes and help me out here, oh dear me. Not that my baby would know what it's like to have a wet and gooey bottom because we've not switched in months and months, seriously I've not topped my baby since we were tested and stopped using condoms and that was so long ago that even my baby doesn't even remember! But who would want to switch when your bottom gets the shagging of its life time after time? Not me! And who would want to switch when you get to shag a pert peachy bottom to ribbons time after time? Not my baby! Although I'm somewhat disappointed that he forgot to mention tight whilst describing my bottom - the less said the better but perhaps, no we'll leave that conversation offline! And is this the longest bracketed paragraph in the World? It's gone on for ages, we've go on for ages and it's all about sex - you should be ashamed of yourself babes, leading me astray like this!) and my baby never, ever has to do anything like that to coax me into bed or wherever we find ourselves shagging. But it would have ruined tea, so we had to wait; (yes we, my baby's trying to lay the blame squarely at my feet now, like the bulge in the front of your track pants wasn't alive? Like when Frankenstein gets zapped with lightening to bring him to life in the movie. Can you imagine it babes, me running around the living room shouting IT'S ALIVE-IT'S ALIVE because my groping has gotten you hard? Oh man, that's top quality even if I do say so myself, can you see the scene in your mind babes?) we had a top tea too - chicken jalfrazi, pilau rice, garlic and coriander naan bread. Now I'm not a big indian food lover but it was awesomely good and made a serious change, perhaps it's not the best tea to eat before you have anal sex and maybe that's why it was hotter than usual babes? (Sorry, that's so gross but it is a joke, I promise it's a joke! Not that it's stopped us from eating the carpet and that's not a joke, we've been in absolute bits here - why are the grossest jokes the funniest?) You know I've just read the post through again and it started off so heartfelt and innocent, how did it come to this? And more pointedly where will it end?

But the sex was worth waiting for; the waiting time and the time we've been apart this week made us both stupidly horny. To feel my baby's smooth nylon track pants between my outstretched thighs as I pressed him down onto me whilst we were making out was beyond belief; so what followed thereafter beggared belief. Trust me, I've never wanted cock so bad in my life, I was gagging for it and I got it, boy did I get it; my baby made an absolute mess of me, he literally shagged the arse of me it was that hard. But I needed it, we both needed it and there was one point, which I'm not even going to attempt to describe, that had me struggling for breath, seriously - it was relentless.

I love my baby - it's good to be back together again, it's good to be smiling, it's good to be laughing, it's good to be in love, it's good to have sex and it's good to be his cum dumpster. Goodnight xxxxxxxxxxx.