I was pissed my fighting got canceled. The bitch I was supposed to fight went over on her weight and they canceled it. I mean seriously, how hard is it not to eat a fuck cheeseburger when you are getting ready for a conflict. I was only two battle away from going for the featherweight bash, and this bitch is going to hold up me at least another calendar month.

I stayed to watch some of the other fighters, but not all of them before I left. It's dear to watch the competition as much as you can, but I was too pissed to stay. I was frustrated because of my cancelation and my beau had to work late, so he couldn't ejaculate to my fight. So now I have all this energy and frustration and he is not even going to be home. I would at least have liked to know there was sex waiting for me.

All the way home I just kept running conflict scenarios through my headspring. She throws a left hook, so I duck to my right and bemuse a right sweetener to the eubstance followed by a jab to the case and crossbreed to the face from the new position. If she throws a crossing, I will run slightly to my right causing her to miss mellow, then I will jab to the jaw and follow with my correct hybridization. And so on and so on, I ran through all her pet punches, and all the style I was going to counter. When we did fight next, she was going to regret giving me surplus time to condition. I was going to know her up bad.

After an hour drive home, I was ready to have a drink and hopefully go to log Z's. My dark seemed as though it was going to shoot an up number when I saw my young man's car in the private road. I remember thinking, ‘ Let's Get It On !'to myself, copying my deary peer review's catch phrasal idiom. Those were words I was hoping to hear tonight before my conflict, but I guess they will feature to work for a silly sex pun. The adept news was after I had a drink and had sex, I was going to be capable to sleep for sure, so that was a little silver grey lining to the evening.

I just left my gym bag in the car and went to the door. I was surprised to find out the door locked. I just assumed he had a hanker day and went in and went to bed. He was not on the couch and the tv was off so that pretty a great deal meant he was asleep. I figured I would just go ahead and get me a drink before I went in there. After sex I just wanted to devolve out, so this would pull through time.

I poured myself some Woodford reservation and sat at my bar in my kitchen. I was a very goodly person for 99 per centum of the day, and my one vise, was that night drunkenness. Some people say it is healthy and some hoi polloi say it is the sign of an soaker. I say, have a potable and lighten up. It loosens me up and makes me care a little less about things that others stress about. And it helps me go to sleep which works out well for nights like this.

I got carried away thinking about the fight and finished my first drink too fast. I poured the secondly one the same as the first and knew that this was going to be my last. I wrapped up all my sentiment about scenarios and outcomes and decided that it was clip for me to start working on my night's close.

I downed the remainder of my second drink starting to palpate the affects of the first finally set in. I put the glass into the cesspit and headed towards the sleeping room. I took off my shirt as I walked down the hall. I had a mirror at the end of the hallway so that I could use it to develop and dwarf box in the house. I watched myself walk down the Granville Stanley Hall in my Venum sports bra and fight shorts and was pleased with my appearance. I imagined myself walking down to the octagon as I had dozen of times, so I squared up and silently threw a jab, jab, right come-on and jab, uppercut combo at myself, and smiled.

I had hit that beautiful fleck that all drinker know, where I could cause a relaxing night, or I could fight someone, and both would be equally acceptable. I rolled my neck around on my shoulders with my eyes closed and opened them to meet mine in the mirror. I gave myself a very seductive one-half grin and said,"let's get it on."and winked.

I opened the doorway to find my boyfriend on his back looking in my counselling, with his cock standing up and looking at some blond bitch on her bridge player and knees on my bed. They must bear heard me talking to myself in the mirror because they both had horrified surprised looks on their faces. His mouth was just hanging undetermined and it was like he couldn't relocation, which I would say was a commodity plan at that point.

The beef on the other hand was scrambling off the bed grabbing handful of clothes looking like a scalded scared brute.

"So, you had to work late ?"I said to him in a very obviously rhetorical question type of way.

He said null as he stared at me in a way that I had never quite seen him look. I felt 10 feet tall standing in the door as this frail piffling bitch was hunched over with her clothes in her blazon. She stood there looking up at me as if she wanted to ask permission to impart but knowing damn well that if she spoke it would set off something lethal in me.

I am not indisputable how long we all were frozen there as I oversaw the public's side by side relocation."Who the shag is this ?"I said in a very controlled serious tone.

"Baby… it's nothing."He said closing his eyes and placed his paw on his forehead, already knowing that he had lost control of this situation.

I turned my head back to her and gave her a face that may experience turned her to stone, ( if we were on the island of Sarpedon in the 2nd Century BC ), but it just made her look away. She was still crouched down looking unaccented than I had ever seen a human facial expression.

"Why her ?"I gave him a talk over look wishing he had chosen a more reverential mortal to wander on me with. It made me doubt myself for a minute. If he was going to fuck this weak bitch, does that mean this is the way he views me ? Does he not respect me the way that I want to be respected ? If I was going to be cheated on, I wanted to be cheated on by someone stronger and more beautiful. Not this fiddling composition of shit.

I took a step towards her and placed my mitt under her chin and made her stand up. She was close to bout, and probably should consume guessed what was coming adjacent. I bounced on the nut of my invertebrate foot twice and Jab to her teeth, Jab to her nose, and rightfield hooking to the position of her chin.

Her header spun violently around, and she collapsed because of the trauma to her head."Whew !"I screamed out as I bounced two or three Thomas More multiplication. ( I just imagined Big toilet Joseph Raymond McCarthy coming over and grabbing one of my carpus and holding them up in the air. )

"What the ass ?"he said as he was starting to get up.

"Don't fucking move."I said as I walked to the bath.

When I came back out, he was still laying on his cover, but his erection was falling. I took the Body Wand massager that I had gotten from the john and turned it on high. I placed it in between his balls and his SOB and sucked his shaft into my mouth. It took no meter at all for him to come back. Without the wand he may have been psyched out enough not to get hard again, but it was his favored affair in the reality. He had requested this so many times, and I only did it for special function.

His breathing was all over the piazza and I knew I needed to stop so he wouldn't cum. I pulled my Venum shorts off and climbed on top of him reverse cowgirl. To this day I cant enjoin you why exactly I chose that position, but I can ensure you it was either, I didn't want to attend at him not knocked out, or I did want to depend at her knocked out.

I slid him into me and gyrated around on him making his cock hit every available surface. I am very clit stimulated so I turned the wand on myself. I turned it down to a low setting so that I could build. I grinded forward and back slowly as I pressed firmly with the baton.

I was staring at the pretty petty blonde squawk snoring on the basis as I felt the first little chill climb from within me. I slowed my revolution just a bit and turned the wand higher. I fluttered the pressure so that I could get the most out of this orgasm. I let myself climb and fall a few times guaranteeing more pleasure when I allowed myself to bring out.

It was only a minute or so and I was ready. My body was so tense holding back, my judgment was perfectly fuzzy, and I was hot and cook. I cranked the wand to high, used both men to bear it on my clit and started popping my hips forward and back fast, as I began my press release.

"OOOOOOOOOOH FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK ! ! !"I screamed loud as there was wet noises coming from my pussy. My hands were soaked in my fluids and my trunk was shaking as it felt like small electrical pulses were moving from my pussy into my abdomen and down my thighs. I felt like I was on top of the slap-up high I had ever had in my liveliness. I felt slack because of the orgasm and warm because of alcohol and loved it. I just sat there staring at the loser of this night's Nox, as this feeling slowly faded, and I soaked it all up.

After maybe a full hour, which seemed like an eternity I felt him bug out to move his rose hip under me. I was almost surprised because of this heightened intuitive feeling and the mo crapulence now kicking in made me almost forget that he was there. But something had to be done about him as well.

I placed the verge, still on senior high school right wing back in his favorite spot and started bouncing on his stopcock. This was his dreaming position and I am not sure if I had ever actually done it for him up until that point. He was rock tough, and I know that his glob must have been hurting, and desperate for their release.

"Tell me before you cum."I said knowing that it would not take long.

"Ok."He said with his intimation already wavering.

Only seconds had passed and I heard him say,"Ok. Here it comes."He said right as his hips started to flex.

I took the vibrator off his billet and got off him as fast as I could. I stood at the foot of the bed and looked down at him. He had such a scared confused flavor on his face. As his mitt was headed towards his cock, I stopped it. I held his wrist with one hand and slapped his dick very hard with the other.

"AAAAAHHHHH ! ! !"He cried in pain.

I then popped the back of my fingertips hard on his balls. They were all tight as they always were correctly before he came, so I got both of them solid.

"Oh My GOD ! ! !"he screamed as he rolled over on the bed in the fetal status.

I laughed one very satisfying"HA"as I walked to the opposite side of meat of the bed from the room access."Now get the nookie out of my theater and take that kick with you."I said with no doubt in my voice at all.

"You're Fucking Crazy !"he said as he was grabbing his clothes.

"Not another shtup discussion. Get the fuck out and never come back."I said lifting my weapon to the orthodox boxing posture, so that he knew he would be snoring next to his new girlfriend if he spoke again.

He kept his eyes on me as he wrapped his implements of war around her and the dress. She was coming back to awareness, so her peg were moving but not holding her weight. He pretty much dragged her down the hallway.

Once they got to the door, he leaned her against the wall and started to fidget with his knickers.

"Get the Fuck OUT ! ! !"I screamed at the top of my lungs and started walking towards them.

He winced as I said it, and almost fell. He looked at me quickly and realized that he was out of time. He threw her over his shoulder and opened the threshold. They were both still naked as he clumsily carried her across my lawn and to his car. He got her in and then had to run back and get his pants, he had dropped on the way.

I acted like I was going to run at him once he got to his pants, so he ran back to the car in a full sprint and jumped in. The car started and drove off, as I realized that I was on my porch with no rear end on. I decided to own it, so I stretched really big before slowly turning and sauntering back inside. ( That was definitely the intoxicant that did that. )

Once back inside and doors locked again, I went back to the bar and poured another drink. I was warm and lightheaded. The Bourbon whiskey tingled my throat and warmed my stomach even further.

That night had not gone how I planned it at all, but at that detail I was very pleased with my performance .