The extra mile, featuring Tara Lynn Foxx

Still got it

It became pretty clear that if I wanted to have sex with my ex, I was going to have to take action.

As my girl said in the movie “Bring it On”: “Be aggressive/Be/Be/Aggressive!”

So when she never called me last night after dinner, I called her. When she said it had gotten late and she was tired, I asked her if she was too tired for me to come over.

I had, after all, spent a good part of the afternoon blowing lines and stroking my cock to random porn DVDs—I was more than up for the real thing.

She said, no, she was not that tired.

I drove to her house and let myself in (girls have a tendency to give me keys to their homes. Go figure). I knocked on her apartment door to let her know it was me before going in.

She was on her bed in a simple nightgown. Very cute. I got on the bed with her and we started talking. Soon we started kissing. Clothing came off very quickly (God I LOVE her tits) and she pulled me on top of her.

She opened her vagina with her fingers and directed my penis inside.

There’s something oddly comforting and sad about ex-sex. It feels good, nice and easy. But it’s also bittersweet, when one remembers that this used to be uncharted territory, someone you lusted after and pursued and gave presents and complimented and flirted with until she was swept off her feet. Until all of that sweetness eroded under time, repetition, mismatched expectations, stupidity and boredom.

After fucking missionary, I pulled out so I could turn her over and go at it from the back (her favorite position). At one point we were standing next to the bed as I rutted her from behind.

This lasted for a few minutes before she flipped onto her back and wrapped her legs around mine. I pumped into her hard before pulling out and coming on her stomach.

We stayed there on the bed for a few more minutes. I got up and had some water.

It was maybe 10 minutes before I was mounted on her again, this time with her legs both up over my shoulders. The second fuck was much better than the first (which was pretty great). We went at it for a good half-hour before I couldn’t take it anymore and shot another surprisingly thick load on her face and tits.

And then we went to sleep.

Bukkake Monday

Man, that was a long one.

On the way home I called one of my marijuana dealers. He brought me an eighth of Bubba Kush that is sooo delicious. Got really stoned and took a quick nap.

Woke up, did some lines and dialed up Eskimo Tube. Found a bunch of nasty clips from "The Bang Van" series that really did the trick. Great group footage in a moving RV, with filthy girls sucking down beers and cocks. It was an incredibly relaxing bit of masturbation.

Julie Night is one down and dirty fuck-pig that gets me off. Her scene in "Bakers Dozen #2" with Missy Monroe and some other cock-sucker sucking off a whole bunch of dicks is a really hottt scene.

More "Bakers Dozen" heat, this time starring UK slut Alicia Rhodes.

But holy shit this slattern Melissa Julianna is amaaaazing. She sucks the cum out of well over a dozen dicks, each time spitting the mouthful into a cup. She made me cum in a major way.

Where can I find a whore like that?

Ex-gf called tonight. We made a date for the weekend. Over the course of the convo I found a way to piss her off. I always do. It's so fucking annoying. Whatever happened to women that aren't so g-d touchy? It's probably why we're not together anymore. It's like every little thing is so serious and offends her. Lame.

I think she kind of gets off on it. I remember we were having this one argument about sex. Somewhere in there she mentioned that if she wanted to get off she could always have sex with someone that doesn't like her very much. How fucked up is that? Maybe she wants me to be more abusive. The times when I would really pound her always seemed to really excite her.

I guess we'll find out this weekend.

Stunt-cocking

"Stunt cock for hire"

This would be perfect for me.

I’ve been watching more gonzo/amateur porn flicks, and keep noticing the abundance of stunt cocks. Countless dudes that are just there in the scene as penis life-support systems, totally anonymous. You never see their faces. Like in blowjob and handjob scenes. And lots of these dudes are a real mess. All sloppy and hairy and shit. Many even have below-average cocks.

I’m sure any porn slag would be excited to see a guy like me as her stunt cock on a bj shoot. Nice, clean, well groomed, and a nice thick shlong. I’ve got to get to work on getting in on that action. Van Nuys is just over the hill. I wouldn’t mind making the trip if I knew I was gonna get naked and have some hot porn slattern drain my balls. Google, here I come.

PS: This cocaine is craaaaaazy. Wooo. I don't know what else is in there, but got-damn. Just a half a line and I'm all twisted the fuck out.

In public

My hottest gf was ironically enough my first gf. We were a couple of high school misfits that found randomly found each other at a local teenage hangout. She was from the suburbs and I was from the city. She had an almost-mohawk and wore her eyeliner like Siouxsie Sioux. Needless to say, I was immediately smitten.

Our first date ended up in a parked car behind her high school. We never looked back.

One of my favorite memories was when one of her best friends from high school got married not long after graduation. It was a surreal affair, on multiple levels. Needless to say, that marriage did not last long.

There was one weird moment during the reception, when the gf and I decided to take a walk around the grounds (wedding was held at a country club). We found this old-fashioned little bridge going over a tiny stream. We were standing on it when we realized that there was no one around—at all. We started making out, and soon I’d turned her around, lifted up her dress and was fucking her from behind on the bridge. We fucked for a good five minutes before the thrill was too much. That’s when I pulled my usual move of pushing her on her knees and coming on her face. But since we were still at this wedding party, she jammed my dick into her mouth so the cum shot straight down her throat instead of messing up her make-up.

The best part is that’s far from the freakiest story I have about that girl. She’s the one female I’ve known in my life that is (was, anyway) as sexually twisted as myself. Wait until I tell you about the bizarre orgy she took me to in college…