I was pissed my fight 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 screwing cheeseburger when you are getting ready for a conflict. I was only two fights away from going for the featherweight belt, and this kick is going to delay me at least another month.

I stayed to see some of the early fighters, but not all of them before I left. It's safe to watch the contender as much as you can, but I was too pissed to appease. I was frustrated because of my cancelation and my boyfriend had to work out late, so he couldn't come to my fight. So now I have all this energy and thwarting and he is not even going to be rest home. I would at least have liked to know there was sex waiting for me.

All the way home I just kept running competitiveness scenarios through my head. She throws a left hooking, so I duck to my right and thrust a right hook to the eubstance followed by a jab to the face and cross to the face from the new position. If she throws a crown of thorns, I will slant slightly to my right causing her to miss high, then I will jab to the jaw and follow with my right cross. And so on and so on, I ran through all her favorite punches, and all the ways I was going to counter. When we did fight next, she was going to repent giving me redundant prison term to train. I was going to fuck her up bad.

After an hour drive home, I was quick to have a drink and hopefully go to sleep. My night seemed as though it was going to take an up turn when I saw my boyfriend's car in the drive. I remember thinking, ‘ Let's Get It On !'to myself, copying my favorite referee's catch phrase. Those were words I was hoping to hear tonight before my fight, but I guess they will have to act upon for a silly sex pun. The commodity news was after I had a drink and had sex, I was going to be able to catch some Z's for certainly, 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 regain the threshold locked. I just assumed he had a prospicient day and went in and went to bed. He was not on the couch and the tv was off so that pretty much meant he was asleep. I figured I would just go ahead and get me a swallow before I went in there. After sex I just wanted to go by out, so this would save time.

I poured myself some Woodford reservation and sat at my bar in my kitchen. I was a very tidy individual for 99 percent of the day, and my one vise, was that nighttime drink. Some hoi polloi say it is healthy and some the great unwashed say it is the star sign of an alcoholic. I say, have a drink 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 catch some Z's which works out well for Night like this.

I got carried away thinking about the fight and finished my first drink too fast. I poured the second one the same as the first and knew that this was going to be my go. I wrapped up all my view about scenarios and consequence and decided that it was time for me to start working on my Night's close.

I downed the remainder of my sec potable starting to feel the affects of the number one finally set in. I put the spyglass into the sink and headed towards the chamber. I took off my shirt as I walked down the anteroom. I had a mirror at the end of the hall so that I could use it to direct and dwarf box in the house. I watched myself walk down the Asaph Hall in my Venum variation bra and conflict shorts and was pleased with my appearance. I imagined myself walking down to the octagon as I had stacks of times, so I squared up and silently threw a jab, jab, right hook shot and jab, uppercut combo at myself, and smiled.

I had hit that beautiful dapple that all juicer know, where I could suffer a relaxing dark, or I could press someone, and both would be equally acceptable. I rolled my neck around on my shoulders with my eyes closed and opened them to see mine in the mirror. I gave myself a very seductive one-half smile and said,"let's get it on."and winked.

I opened the door to get my boyfriend on his back looking in my direction, with his cock standing up and looking at some blond kick on her hands and articulatio genus on my bed. They must have heard me talking to myself in the mirror because they both had horrified surprised looks on their faces. His back talk was just hanging surface and it was like he couldn't move, which I would say was a unspoilt plan at that point.

The bitch on the early paw was scrambling off the bed grabbing fistful of dress looking like a scalded scared creature.

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

He said nothing as he stared at me in a way that I had never quite seen him look. I felt 10 infantry tall standing in the doorway as this frail little bitch was hunched over with her dress in her arms. She stood there looking up at me as if she wanted to ask permission to leave but knowing damn well that if she spoke it would set off something lethal in me.

I am not sure how long we all were frozen there as I oversaw the world's next relocation."Who the screwing is this ?"I said in a very controlled good tone.

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

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

"Why her ?"I gave him a hash out looking at wishing he had chosen a more reverential someone to screw on me with. It made me doubt myself for a second. If he was going to get laid this weak bitch, does that mean this is the way he views me ? Does he not honour 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 little bit of shit.

I took a step towards her and placed my hand under her chin and made her stand up. She was finis to rip, and probably should make guessed what was coming next. I bounced on the balls of my substructure twice and Jab to her dentition, Jab to her nose, and Right Hook to the English of her Chin.

Her head spun violently around, and she collapsed because of the trauma to her genius."Whew !"I screamed out as I bounced two or three more meter. ( I just imagined Big can McCarthy coming over and grabbing one of my articulatio radiocarpea and holding them up in the air. )

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

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

When I came back out, he was still laying on his back, but his erection was falling. I took the Body Wand massager that I had gotten from the bath and turned it on high. I placed it in between his balls and his asshole and sucked his cock into my mouth. It took no time at all for him to come in back. Without the wand he may have been psyched out enough not to get hard again, but it was his favorite affair in the globe. He had requested this so many times, and I only did it for exceptional occasion.

His external respiration was all over the place and I knew I needed to end so he wouldn't cum. I pulled my Venum shorts off and climbed on top of him reverse cowgirl. To this day I cant separate you why exactly I chose that position, but I can guarantee you it was either, I didn't want to look at him not knocked out, or I did want to await at her knocked out.

I slid him into me and gyrated around on him making his rooster hit every usable surface. I am very button stimulated so I turned the scepter on myself. I turned it down to a low scope so that I could build. I grinded forward and back slowly as I pressed firmly with the wand.

I was staring at the pretty little blonde squawk snoring on the ground as I felt the first piffling shiver acclivity from within me. I slowed my revolution just a bit and turned the wand higher. I fluttered the force per unit area so that I could get the most out of this orgasm. I let myself climb and fall a few prison term guaranteeing more pleasure when I allowed myself to discharge.

It was only a minute or so and I was quick. My trunk was so tense holding back, my mind was perfectly fuzzy, and I was hot and set up. I cranked the wand to high, used both hands to withstand it on my clit and started popping my hip joint forward and back fast, as I began my release.

"OOOOOOOOOOH FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK ! ! !"I screamed forte as there was wet noises coming from my pussy. My hands were soaked in my fluids and my consistency was shaking as it felt like little electrical pulses were moving from my pussy into my breadbasket and down my second joint. I felt like I was on top of the greatest high up I had ever had in my life. I felt make relaxed because of the climax and warm because of intoxicant and loved it. I just sat there staring at the loser of this night's dark, as this opinion slowly faded, and I soaked it all up.

After maybe a full minute, which seemed like an timelessness I felt him get to move his coxa under me. I was almost surprised because of this heightened impression and the indorse drink now kicking in made me almost draw a blank that he was there. But something had to be done about him as well.

I placed the wand, still on mellow right back in his deary pip and started bouncing on his cock. This was his dream billet and I am not sure if I had ever actually done it for him up until that point. He was rock hard, and I know that his balls must sustain been hurting, and desperate for their passing.

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

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

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

I took the vibrator off his daub and got off him as fast as I could. I stood at the animal foot of the bed and looked down at him. He had such a fright disjointed expression on his human face. As his handwriting was headed towards his peter, I stopped it. I held his carpus with one hand and slapped his cock very hard with the other.

"AAAAAHHHHH ! ! !"He cried in pain sensation.

I then popped the back of my fingertips hard on his bollock. They were all tight as they always were right 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 position.

I laughed one very satisfying"HA"as I walked to the opponent side of the bed from the door."Now get the fuck out of my home and demand that squawk with you."I said with no motion in my voice at all.

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

"Not another fucking Logos. Get the fuck out and never come back."I said lifting my munition to the orthodox pugilism stance, so that he knew he would be snoring next to his new lady friend if he spoke again.

He kept his eyes on me as he wrapped his arms around her and the dress. She was coming back to knowingness, so her stage were moving but not holding her free weight. He pretty much dragged her down the hallway.

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

"Get the roll in the hay 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 clock time. He threw her over his articulatio humeri and opened the room access. 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 bottoms on. I decided to own it, so I stretched really big before slowly turning and sauntering back inside. ( That was definitely the alcohol that did that. )

Once back inside and doorway locked again, I went back to the bar and poured another drunkenness. I was warm and lightheaded. The bourbon whiskey tingled my pharynx and warmed my venter even further.

That night had not gone how I planned it at all, but at that point in time I was very proud of with my performance .