My breasts are spectacular. My pussy is magic. My ass is to die for. It sounds like a heavenly recipe, but the whole sexy batch is connected to a broken brain. There's seriously something wrong with me.
It's not just the fact that I'll fuck anything that catches my interest. That's been done to death. It's not even the fact that I enjoy watching men suffer, occasionally. What woman doesn't? It could be the fact that my perversion knows few boundaries. Legally I'm on solid ground, but my moral compass has taken a bit of a shit kicking lately. I think it began with Mom, but ended with my brother, Roy. It's the ending that bothers me. I mean, I'm still sticky...
My name's Bridget, but I get called a lot of things. My body matches my reputation. I know how cute I am with an angel face framed by a golden mane. I know I'm desired by almost everyone I encounter. I know how to play it up. I seduced a Minister, for Christ's sake. That took some fancy stick handling.
None of it bothers me in the least. I'm proud of fucking the Father. But my brother Roy, well, I am having a fuck of a time getting my head wrapped around that one.
He knew it was me and he didn't stop. He didn't fucking hesitate.
Mark stormed off after he caught us, the second time. I honestly thought he was more chill than that. Oh, sorry! I'm jumping ahead of myself. Mark is the guy I was out on a date with last night. Here's the sordid tale in all its glory. Don't say I didn't warn you...
Mark's a guy I met cruising the frozen foods aisle at the supermarket. When the heat waves hit, I'll often duck inside to cool off and conduct social experiments. I've got very stiff and pointy nipples that activate easily with the slightest chill. I get a rush watching men pretend to avert their eyes from my bouncing beauties. Their discomfort turns me on, especially when their wives are there. I sometimes give them a jiggle just to pour some gas on the fire. Mark was a crafty devil. He ditched his wife in the next aisle and came back for my number. I have to reward bravery like that, right? And the fact that he slipped off his wedding ring before returning was a nice touch. I could fuck guys like that all - day - long. Married guys are the easiest targets in the world. Sometimes easy is nice. All dick and no thinking required.
When he picked me up the previous evening, I was in a strange mood. A lot of things had been happening lately that seriously wreaked havoc with my libido. I wasn't in the mood to fuck, but I was resolved to get my drink on. I think Mark was expecting an easy lay. Instead, I ushered him back to his family style SUV and pointed us toward the closest bar. He reluctantly agreed to one drink. I assured him that I encouraged such responsible behavior.
They always set out with the best of intentions. Then they get lost in my tits. FOMO sets in and they're trapped. The golden chalice lays just beyond their grasp. They quickly learn that they need to earn this pussy. Sometimes though, I get swept along in the action and lose complete control of myself, contrary to the Master Plan. You've heard of 'white girl drunk', right? That's me. But consider the fact that I get hornier with every drink and you quickly realize that I was heading for disaster the moment I opened the floodgates.
Disaster isn't the word I'd use to describe what happened next. But there were some pretty significant lows to go with the incredible highs. The evening with Mark at the bar is a blur, but I remember laughing a lot. He's a pretty decent guy, which is likely why I let my guard down and let myself get sloshed.
I remember making out with him at the bar. Flashes of it, anyways. The evening melted into a blur of too much alcohol. I might have been sick at the bar, I don't know. The fact that I blacked out portions is proof that I was hammered. I don't remember leaving the bar, but the final leg of the Uber ride was hell. Mark held me as I tried hard not be sick. The house was spinning by the time we hit the front door. I very unladylike directed Mark to my boudoir. He was kind and gentle as he guided me to my bed.
I wanted to fuck. Believe me, but I was really struggling to hold it together.
"Baby," I said, my voice alien in my mouth, "take off your closhhhh, wanna feel you."
"Yes, please," he agreed, "I can't drive for a couple hours anyway. Hey, I gotta say that I respect your right to consent and I will only go as far as you want me to go." He peeled off his clothes, revealing the killer body I imagined.
"No go," I murmured through slitted eyes, "Come here." I motioned him lazily to slide in next to me. For a moment, I wondered how I'd come to be completely naked until Mark nestled in behind me as the big spoon. I remember feeling safe. I dreamed about reaching behind, after I've rested, and getting him hard. I intended to slide him inside me and put out the raging fire he began when I saw him in the supermarket. Instead, I fell asleep.
I woke into complete darkness. Mark's labored breathing warmed the back of my neck. He felt good against me. It struck me that I was no longer nauseous, but I was hornier than ever. I was going to get my fill.
But first, I had to deal with the copious amounts of liquor I consumed earlier in the evening. I staggered to the bathroom. I didn't want to wake anyone with the light so I crawled to the toilet. After I was done, I think I might have stood up a little too quickly. I lost my balance, crashed headfirst against the bathroom sink and bounced my head off the counter. My noggin made a surprisingly hollow sound as it struck. I was dazed and confused in the dark. For a time I feared I was blind until I caught a sliver of light emanating from Mark's cell phone next to the bed. Like a moth to the light, my vision swam as I crawled back to bed. I slid in next to Mark. He hadn't stirred.
Being completely obliterated, I got it into my head that Mark should have helped me after I crashed. It pissed me off that he kept sleeping while I could have been killed! After all, I remember the crashing sound my head made against the ceramic and vinyl. At least, it sounded loud to me. Sleep time is over, buddy!
