The night I fingered a crackhead and why I remember it fondly. 

A used to assist a friend in throwing some epic parties 15ish years ago. One night, after a few too many, I fucked a short portly blonde. She wasn't ugly by any stretch of the imagination, but she wasn't a stunner. She sat firmly in the 6-7 range. You know? Attractive enough to fuck sober, but you worry they'd get clingy and want to be a thing. Even now, at 37, chatGPT rates me an 8.5 for conventional attractiveness, even after I told it to be harsh, so you know... I've got that goin' for me. BUT, to my shock, she pulled a switcharoo and didn't want people to know she fucked me. ME!? 

Fast forward 12 years, and we reconnect on FB. Her husband just died, I just got a divorce, and it was nice to have someone to talk to. Her condition was evident in the photos that she was a user, but we weren't "talking" like that, so it was whatever. We hung out once, and it was a buddy hang, not a fuck buddy hang. 

Months go by, and I start receiving texts. The government took her sex trophies and she was homeless. Not like this was an ongoing situation, this had all happened within the last 5 hours. She had a ride somewhere later that night, but was spending some downtime at a casino. I thought, "Well, damn...I could bring her food and toss her 50 bucks, seeing as how she's broke and probably hasn't eaten all day." I get there, and after a while we decide to head to my car to continue our very lengthy conversation. It's, like, 2:30AM.

It was here that she started to fall asleep while I rubbed her boney shoulders. No exaggeration, she is 4'11 (jail records confirm this) and at the time MAYBE 85lbs. She coils into my lap, so I slide my hand towards her hips and continue rubbing. I'm a stand up guy. A saint, really. So, I ask permission to slide into her panties and I get the okay! I'm using both hands to grip her hip bone, and I might as well have been gripping a prop skeleton. I slide my hands in and started to rub her pussy. She lets out this raspy crackhead moan... You know the one. She honestly sounded like she was on death's door, which is actually why I'm telling this story, as it occured to me today that I should Google whether or not she was still alive. This went on for about 15 minutes. 

The pros, and why I remember it fondly: No ass cheeks. Everything was easy access. No thighs to move out of the way... it was just pussy and bird legs. Her little body curled up in my lap next to my hard dick made me feel massive! 

The cons: Dehydration. She couldn't get wet and her pussy was a walking swiftly into "don't touch it" territory smell-wise. These crackheads just don't care for themselves the way they should. 

The end. 

9” of it coiled in my bladder.

I don't where else to post this, or whom it may interest. Peter Christopherson (aka Sleazy) of the band COIL has passed away (11/24/2010). This is a very sad day for me. Both founding members have now passed on, COIL were big supporters of the gay community & several taboo subjects as well. Anyone out there who has an interest should check out their video for their version of "Tainted Love". It's available on YouTube. I can't seem to post the link here. Anyway, I'm gonna go cry some more. Sorry if this post is a bummer to anyone. But this news saddens me. :(

To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die, to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream � ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause � there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law�s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered

Rose sprawled across her king-sized bed, her voluptuous figure hugged by a sheer black lace bodysuit that accentuated her D-cup breasts and flared hips. The busty brunette's long waves tumbled over her shoulders as she thumbed through Bumble, her profile a siren call for no-strings hookups. At 28, with an hourglass shape that screamed temptation, she fired off invites to a string of matches: 'Over now to pound me doggy and fill me up. Door's unlocked.' Replies pinged back fast, and she lined them up tight, starting at 8 PM, one every half-hour.

Jake burst in first, spotting Rose on all fours at the bed's edge, the bodysuit's crotch snapped open to bare her slick folds. The tall jock wasted no words, shedding his jeans to unleash his rigid length. He gripped her hips, aligning his tip with her entrance, and drove forward in one forceful shove, burying himself to the root. Rose gasped, arching as his girth split her walls, the lace clinging to her swaying tits. He hammered into her from behind, balls slapping her clit with each brutal thrust, her ass rippling under the impacts. She clawed the sheets, pushing back to take him deeper, the bodysuit's fabric rasping against her skin. 'Breed me,' she panted, and Jake obliged, his cock swelling before unleashing thick jets of cum straight into her core, the excess oozing out around his shaft. He pulled free with a slick pop, zipping up as she stayed bent over, semen trickling down her thighs. 'Send the next,' she murmured, and he was gone by 8:25.

Mark arrived at 8:30, the inked bad boy eyeing Rose's posed form, ass high, bodysuit framing her curves like a second skin. He dropped trou, his curved rod springing erect, and mounted her immediately, plunging into her cum-smeared pussy with a grunt. The angle let him grind deep, his hips pistoning against her plush cheeks, churning Jake's load into a creamy froth that leaked with every withdrawal. Rose moaned, her heavy breasts straining the lace as they jiggled forward, nipples peaking through the mesh. His fingers dug into her waist, yanking her onto him harder, the room echoing with wet smacks and her sharp cries. She clenched around him, milking his impending release, and soon he tensed, flooding her depths with fresh spurts that overflowed, dripping onto the mattress. By 8:55, he was out, leaving her quivering, the bodysuit damp with sweat and seed.

Tyler knocked at 9:00, the stocky brute finding Rose already repositioned, knees spread on the bed, the open snap exposing her puffy, glistening slit. He freed his stout cock, rubbing it along her folds to coat it in the mingled mess, then rammed home, stretching her anew. Rose bucked back, the pounding making her tits bounce wildly within the lace confines, her brunette mane whipping across her back. He rutted like an animal, hands spanning her ass to spread her wider, his thickness battering her cervix while prior cum squelched out in rhythmic pulses. She reached between her legs to circle her clit, heightening the burn, begging for more as pleasure coiled tight. Tyler's pace faltered, and he buried deep, roaring as ropes of hot semen erupted inside, adding to the sloppy fullness until it seeped past his base. He withdrew at 9:25, and Rose collapsed briefly, only to rise for the next, her body humming with excess.

Alex showed at 9:30, the polished suit stepping in to see Rose braced against the headboard, bodysuit taut over her flushed skin, rear presented invitingly. His trimmed shaft throbbed as he approached, sliding into her drenched heat without pause, the easy glide thanks to the building reservoir within. He gripped the lace straps crossing her back, using them for leverage to thrust long and steady, her ass cheeks flushing red from the slaps. Rose's walls fluttered around him, the friction sparking sparks as mixed loads bubbled free, coating his balls. She twisted to glance back, urging him on with husky demands, her breasts heaving against the fabric. As climax gripped him, he slammed forward one last time, pumping viscous cum into her overflowing channel, the warmth spreading deep. Out by 9:55, he left her panting, the bodysuit's lace now sticky and translucent in spots.

Derek pounded the door at 10:00, the burly laborer entering to claim Rose on hands and knees once more, her form a debauched display in the clinging black lace. His enormous cock, veined and heavy, nudged her entrance before surging in, the stretch drawing a throaty whine from her lips. He dominated the position, broad frame eclipsing hers as he pounded relentlessly, her body jolting forward with each powerful drive, tits threatening to spill from the bodysuit's cups. The accumulated semen frothed around his invading length, slicking their union, while Rose ground back, chasing the edge amid the fullness. His callused palms kneaded her ass, spreading it to watch himself disappear inside, grunting promises of breeding. She shattered first, pussy spasming, and he followed, unleashing a torrent that brimmed her to bursting, rivers of cum cascading down her legs as he finally eased out.

Dequan arrived at 10:30, the towering black man with a massive, thick cock that strained against his pants as he locked eyes on Rose's cum-soaked form, still arched on all fours in her black lace bodysuit. The fabric clung transparently to her sweat-slicked skin, her ass cheeks parted slightly from the night's fucking, pussy lips swollen and leaking a steady stream of mixed semen. He stripped quickly, his dark shaft springing free, long, girthy, and veined, easily the biggest she'd taken yet. Without a word, he positioned himself behind her, gripping her hips firmly and pressing his bulbous head against her drenched entrance. Rose whimpered in anticipation, pushing back as he thrust forward, his enormous cock spearing into her pussy inch by inch, stretching her walls to their limit around the slick reservoir of prior loads. The intrusion pushed out globs of cum that splattered onto the sheets, her body quaking from the fullness as he bottomed out, his heavy balls resting against her clit.

He began pounding her doggystyle with raw power, each slam jolting her forward, her D-cup tits swinging heavily in the lace cups, nipples scraping the fabric. Rose cried out, her fingers twisting into the bedding as his girth battered her depths, churning the accumulated semen into a frothy mess that coated his shaft and dripped from her folds. She rocked back to meet him, the burn of his size igniting fresh waves of pleasure, her pussy clenching greedily around every ridge and vein. Dequan's hands roamed her body, one sliding up to squeeze her breast through the bodysuit, pinching her nipple hard, while the other spread her ass cheek wider for deeper access. The room filled with the obscene squelch of his cock plunging through the sloppy wetness, her moans turning to screams as orgasms ripped through her, walls fluttering wildly.

After several minutes of relentless pussy-fucking, Dequan pulled out with a wet slurp, his cock glistening with the cocktail of cum and her juices. He didn't give her time to recover, instead aligning his slick tip with her tight asshole, the pucker already loosened from the night's exertions but still resistant to his immense size. Rose gasped, nodding eagerly as he pushed forward, the head popping past her ring with a pop that made her arch sharply. Inch by agonizing inch, he sank into her ass, the stretch burning deliciously as her body adjusted, the black lace bodysuit framing the erotic sight of his dark length disappearing between her pale cheeks. Fully seated, he groaned deeply, then started thrusting, slow at first to let her acclimate, then building to a punishing rhythm, his hips slapping against her ass with hard impacts.

Rose's body trembled, the dual sensations of fullness in her ass and the lingering ache in her pussy driving her wild. She reached down to rub her clit furiously, the added stimulation sending her over the edge again, her asshole spasming around his invading cock. Dequan gripped her waist tighter, pounding harder, the friction in her tight channel making his balls tighten. With a guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt and erupted, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her ass, the excess bubbling out around his base and mixing with the streams running from her pussy. He held there for a moment, grinding deep, before withdrawing slowly, leaving her gaping and overflowing, semen from both holes trailing down her thighs.

Rose remained on the bed past 10:55, her busty silhouette sheathed in the rumpled black lace bodysuit, thighs slick with the night's collective deposits now amplified by Dequan's massive loads. Her pussy and ass throbbed, sated yet sparking ideas for another rapid round on Bumble, the thrill far from over.