Confessions of a Fiend: Details of Degeneracy | Hands Free
- CreativeCunt
- May 4, 2017
- 8 min read
Hello once again my fiendish friends! I hope all is well and lovely in your sick twisted degenerate minds today. I'd like to take a moment to add to the delicious, delicious filth that consumes your everyday perverted gutter of a sewage brain hole. After all if it weren't for sites like porn hub and the statistical fact that we're all a bunch of hypocritical religious fucks fapping to lesbian porn. Then I wouldn't feel so close to you all to share my real life experiences with sex. No I'm not going to tell you about some cliche lesbian collage experience. Though I probably could make something steamy up that sounds like a real story.) But unfortunately that bi-curious part of me has yet to take the lesbo leap of faith. So instead being the honest engine I am (fucking come after me you SJW blue hair swine!) I want to tell you of the true sexpedition I had recently with my part Puerto Rican/feather Indian/German Nazi mixed culturally appropriated and watered down mutt of sexy man meat I call my boyfriend. And just a reminder before we begin this titilizing tale. Yes I CreativeCunt am a real cunt of a white she devil out to fuck and suck all the colors of the rainbow someday. But enough about skittles and Pokemon. My dreams of tasting the rainbow and someday catching them all are irrelevant to this particular story. Just letting you know where I stand with BLM and the LGBT community. I love you all I really do. (Too much to some it would seem.)
Anyways our story begins with drugs. Yay! Except for it wasn't the fun kind. It was actually a type of hormonal treatment similar to birth control but not really. I won't go into the details of what and why I was taking this drug because again relevancy. The point is I was taking this drug and it wasn't going so well. Essentially it wasn't working for what it was supposed to help with. (Not birth control btw my meaty mutt man already got neutered for that one.) And on top of that I was getting strange side effects. One of which finally got so bad it landed me in the ER. I got some painful swelling on my right temple and a nasty migraine that wouldn't let up. Sexy right? Bare with me the naughty will be here soon.
So they doped me up for a day for the pain. Then sent me home with a prescription for medical grade steroid pills. This is where things started to get interesting. I was to take these pills for an entire week. But they were so potent that I was specifically instructed to take them at certain times of the day intermittently starting with the max dose of six pills a day. Then slowly taper off to about one less pill a day until I had gone through the entire treatment. By day two the swelling and migraines were completely gone and I already looked and felt normal again. Except for I still had to finish the entire treatment regardless. And now some new more fun side effects started to show up.
I was already running on the treadmill while simultaneously lifting weights and chatting on like the chickens that host The View as I vented my frustrations to my boyfriend that I had all of this unexplained energy. Furthermore the weed I was smoking to help me sleep at night was making me feel much more hornier than usual. My sweet mutt man heard my cries for help. The way Buttons hears Mindy in those Animaniac cartoon shorts and "came" to the rescue. Several several times. But still I kept craving. Honestly not even suspecting that the steroids I was taking were the culprit.
So we just continued to fuck and fuck as usual just more constantly. Side note for those women of you who aren't both blessed and cursed with the ability to squirt; and I say blessed because 1) Yes it is a gift that not all women are physically capable of, and also it feels fucking amazing for both me and my lover. 2) I say cursed because honestly, I swear to Christ on a corn dog stick that there's just not enough towels on God's green earth to contain the sheer volume of bucketfuls of cum and squirtage my pussy is inadvertently capable of.
Seriously I've asked other women both anonymously as well as in person how to clean up and contain this piss fountain level of squirting. And every time they respond with "just use a towel or two!" I'm like bitch please! I've literally super soaked through six and ruined my mattress in just one go! I'm starting to wonder if I should be entered into the Guinness book of world records or something. Because so far the only real solutions me and my boyfriend have found are these medical grade cloth mats for bed wetters on Amazon for $20 that are re-washable and and reusable. Combined with the use of disposable puppy training pads and just once in a while saying to ourselves "fuck this! Let's just do it in the shower from behind again because we're both too tired and poor to do all this laundry constantly and the tub will gladly dispose of my pussy cum fountains endless water supply for us without fail every time."
But enough about my dirty laundry. A true lady knows not to talk about that! However all I see here is a cunt and a group of perverted fiends. Needless to say though the towel struggle is real and I don't see any other jealous bitches advocating for more sex education on this shit. The point is I definitely always have my hands very very busy with laundry. Especially on this particular week. We were just about through with my steroids and I thought as a little reward to my kind and loving boyfriend. I would treat him to a well deserved bj for taking care of my needs all week despite how tired he was. As well as helping me with all the laundry. I know just how much he loves how little work is involved on his part. And just how relaxing it is for him to fall asleep without having to deal with the cleanup.
I always make sure to polish him off every time. I don't care what boring women like my mother and others say. If I likes to swallow I likes to swallow all the way. You won't be getting anything half-assed from a filthy cunt like me. Besides if I can commit my heart and soul to this man then I'm fully entitled to suck the soul outta his cock till I feel his heart pounding outta his chest like that wolf in those Tex Avery cartoons. I too gain great satisfaction at the eye popping awoogahs this wolfy hollers when he finally reaches his climax and konks out like a passed out drunken hobo with a derpy drooling grin on his face, Immediately snoring while deep in REM. Really it's just too precious to describe! Love him!
Anyways back to the story. I was giving him his usual which involves his body laying on the bed next to me on his side positioning his cock towards my face as I'm half under the covers. My face sucking him as my legs wrap themselves around him. I don't just stroke the D I stroke his legs chest and just about anywhere I can reach or feel like touching. Being high AF I generally enjoy the buzzing sensation of skin touching with or without sex. My head was resting on a pillow below his waist making sweet sweet love to his savory snausage.
Needless to say my hands mouth and feet are all over him with the only amount of me getting played with is his hands on my head pressing me harder into his dick. So as far as any action to my lady bits is concerned the only thrill my tiddies or pussy is receiving is purely of the mental/psychological kind. Which to the common layman may sound not very thrilling or unsatisfying. But is actually quite more sexually cerebral in nature. A mind fuck if you will. You know the old saying? It's better to give than to receive?
Well apparently with the combination of weed/steroids in my system it was a little too good for me. And right as my man Boi is cumming as I'm polishing off the what's left of his liquid platinum like a slav downs an entire bottle of vodka in one go. I start to feel that all too familiar female lady bit twinge in my clit that is now throbbing hard and getting beyond wet. Like all the way past the point of no return kinda wet that I know will ruin the fuck outta our one and only mattress we sleep in every night. So after downing my shot I start to panic going insane with the overwhelming ecstasy I'm completely unprepared for and surprised by.
So I start babbling like an idiot after he's finished. All the while huffing and puffing barely able to articulate the fact that I'm orgasming and about to cum hella water park levels any minute now and I can hardly hold it in. Let alone move my ass fast enough to a proper designated splash zone to empty myself out. My boyfriend at this point getting so worried and confused that he turns on the light and starts asking me "what's wrong?" I tell him I'm literally about to cum hard and I need the cloth pad now and fast. He hesitates looking at me with utter shock and disbelief. Even commenting "Are you serious?" And I'm like "yes goddamnit! I'm about to cum and you'd better get something under me right TF now!" He's like "oh shit!" as if the light bulb in his head finally turned on and he realized I was quickly losing time and patience and his ass better move fast if he don't wanna spend another $250 on a new mattress at Ikea tomorrow.
Luckily he gets it just barely in the nick of time. The lights still on I cum probably harder than I've ever cum in my life. With him staring at me the whole time. His eyes bugging out in sheer disbelief and awe. Saying "Goddamn baby! Looks like you weren't kidding! You needed to cum baaad!!" With me giving him a "well duh! I fucking told you so stupid!" look at him as he says that. My only real beef being that he hesitated a little too close for comfort and it was starting to hurt to hold that geyser that was about to burst any second.
But don't worry my sexy lovelies! I may get real salty for about two seconds like I do with people. But just as quickly as I can get cunty at times. So too am I just as promptly forgiving afterwards as well. And honestly I didn't actually bitch him out at all this time. As I was clearly as over and spent from cumming as Amy Schumer's career and self esteem. (Sorry not sorry bitch!) My lover and I finally connecting the dots that this was no ordinary experience. As we both marveled and relished at the fact that he made me cum without either of us laying a finger on my lady fun parts. It was so good that I bet him I could do it again if he let me suck on him some more.
It didn't even matter that he had already cum and was soft now. I made sure the lights were on this time and instructed him to pay attention to both my hands and take note that all were on deck nowhere near me. And yes I did it again. And yes I like the fact that my man basically fucked me psychically with nothing but the absolute power of his mind and my insane oral fixation on his delectable cock n' balls. To this day that passionate moment will forever be burned into the back of my girl brain as I spend afternoons reminiscing as I touch myself. Missing my guy while he's away not performing his REAL job which is to come home ASAP and fuck me silly all over again.
Because God knows that this Ex-Mormon CreativeCunt whose been deprived of a good pussy pounding the majority of her life. Needs to be tamed everyday with a stallion of a cock like my Mexican boyfriend provides. After all a good little white girl like me needs to get spiced every now and then in order to keep her head.
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