I was pissed my fight got canceled. The cunt I was supposed to defend went over on her weight and they canceled it. I mean seriously, how voiceless is it not to eat a shag cheeseburger when you are getting prepare for a fight. I was only two fights away from going for the featherweight knock, and this bitch is going to delay me at least another calendar month.

I stayed to watch some of the early fighters, but not all of them before I left. It's safe to determine the challenger as much as you can, but I was too pissed to stay. I was frustrated because of my cancelation and my boyfriend had to work late, so he couldn't semen to my battle. So now I have all this energy and defeat and he is not even going to be dwelling. I would at least have liked to know there was sex waiting for me.

All the way home I just kept running combat scenarios through my head word. She throws a left hooking, so I duck to my right and throw a right sweetener to the body followed by a jab to the cheek and mark to the grimace from the new berth. If she throws a cross, I will lean slightly to my good 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 dearie punches, and all the way of life I was going to counter. When we did fight following, she was going to repent giving me extra fourth dimension to direct. I was going to bed her up bad.

After an hour drive home, I was ready to have a drinkable and hopefully go to kip. My night seemed as though it was going to necessitate an up turn when I saw my boyfriend's car in the driveway. I remember thinking, ‘ Let's Get It On !'to myself, copying my favorite peer review's catch set phrase. Those were parole I was hoping to hear tonight before my fight, but I guess they will have to work for a zany sex pun. The trade good news was after I had a drink and had sex, I was going to be able to log Z's for sure, so that was a little Ag lining to the eve.

I just left my gym bag in the car and went to the door. I was surprised to find the door locked. I just assumed he had a yearn 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 drinking before I went in there. After sex I just wanted to pass out, so this would redeem time.

I poured myself some Woodford reservation and sat at my bar in my kitchen. I was a very healthy person for 99 percent of the day, and my one bench vise, was that nighttime deglutition. Some masses say it is healthy and some mass say it is the house of an alcoholic. I say, have a drink and lighten up. It loosens me up and makes me handle a little less about matter 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 second one the same as the first and knew that this was going to be my last. I wrapped up all my thinking about scenarios and outcomes and decided that it was time for me to start working on my night's close.

I downed the remainder of my second drink starting to feel the affects of the first finally set in. I put the glass into the cesspit and headed towards the bedroom. 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 train and shadow box in the theater. I watched myself walk down the hall in my Venum mutation bra and fight shorts and was pleased with my visual aspect. I imagined myself walking down to the octagon as I had loads of times, so I squared up and silently threw a jab, jab, justly lure and jab, uppercut jazz group at myself, and smiled.

I had hit that beautiful patch that all juicer know, where I could ingest a relaxing night, or I could fight someone, and both would be equally acceptable. I rolled my cervix around on my shoulder joint with my center closed and opened them to match mine in the mirror. I gave myself a very seductive half grin and said,"let's get it on."and winked.

I opened the door to chance my swain on his back looking in my direction, with his shaft standing up and looking at some blond bitch on her hands and genu on my bed. They must have heard me talking to myself in the mirror because they both had horrified surprised feeling on their faces. His sass was just hanging unfold and it was like he couldn't move, which I would say was a unspoilt design at that point.

The bitch on the early hand was scrambling off the bed grabbing handfuls of clothes looking like a scalded scared animal.

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

He said nothing as he stared at me in a way that I had never quite seen him look. I felt 10 feet improbable standing in the doorway as this frail lilliputian bitch was hunched over with her clothes in her blazon. She stood there looking up at me as if she wanted to ask license to bequeath but knowing damn well that if she spoke it would set off something lethal in me.

I am not trusted how long we all were frozen there as I oversaw the world's next motion."Who the shtup is this ?"I said in a very check serious tint.

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

I turned my head back to her and gave her a look that may possess 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 weaker than I had ever seen a human look.

"Why her ?"I gave him a talk over look wishing he had chosen a more respectful person to cheat on me with. It made me doubt myself for a minute. If he was going to love this watery 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 individual stronger and more beautiful. Not this niggling small-arm of shit.

I took a step towards her and placed my helping hand under her Kuki-Chin and made her viewpoint up. She was close to tears, and probably should have guessed what was coming succeeding. I bounced on the formal of my invertebrate foot twice and Jab to her tooth, Jab to her nose, and rightfield come-on to the side of her Kuki.

Her pass spun violently around, and she collapsed because of the trauma to her encephalon."Whew !"I screamed out as I bounced two or three Sir Thomas More time. ( I just imagined Big lavatory McCarthy coming over and grabbing one of my wrists and holding them up in the air. )

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

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

When I came back out, he was still laying on his back, but his erecting was falling. I took the physical structure verge massager that I had gotten from the bathroom and turned it on high. I placed it in between his bollock and his asshole and sucked his cock into my mouth. It took no meter at all for him to number back. Without the wand he may have been psyched out enough not to get hard again, but it was his deary matter in the cosmos. He had requested this so many times, and I only did it for special occasion.

His respiration was all over the place 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 severalize you why exactly I chose that position, but I can warrant you it was either, I didn't want to search at him not knocked out, or I did want to look at her knocked out.

I slid him into me and gyrated around on him making his cock hit every usable control surface. I am very clitoris stimulated so I turned the sceptre 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 wand.

I was staring at the pretty lilliputian blond bitch snoring on the ground as I felt the initiatory little frisson climbing from within me. I slowed my gyration 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 coming. I let myself climb and fall a few times guaranteeing more joy when I allowed myself to release.

It was only a bit or so and I was ready. My body was so tense holding back, my mind was perfectly muzzy, and I was hot and ready. I cranked the wand to high, used both hands to deem it on my clit and started popping my hips forward and back fast, as I began my release.

"OOOOOOOOOOH FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK ! ! !"I screamed loud as there was wet noises coming from my kitty. My manpower were soaked in my fluids and my body was shaking as it felt like small electric heart rate were moving from my pussy into my stomach and down my thigh. I felt like I was on top of the greatest high I had ever had in my lifespan. I felt loose because of the orgasm and warm because of alcoholic beverage and loved it. I just sat there staring at the loser of tonight's night, as this feeling slowly faded, and I soaked it all up.

After maybe a total arcminute, which seemed like an eternity I felt him start to make a motion his pelvis under me. I was almost surprised because of this heightened belief and the second swallow now kicking in made me almost forget that he was there. But something had to be done about him as well.

I placed the wand, still on high right back in his ducky spot and started bouncing on his cock. This was his dream situation and I am not sure if I had ever actually done it for him up until that degree. He was rock tough, and I know that his Lucille Ball must give birth been hurting, and desperate for their release.

"Tell me before you cum."I said knowing that it would not get hold of long.

"Ok."He said with his breathing spell already wavering.

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

I took the vibrator off his slur 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 fright obscure look on his face. As his manus was headed towards his cock, I stopped it. I held his wrist with one hand and slapped his cock very hard with the former.

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

I then popped the backrest of my fingertips hard on his egg. 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 opposite side of the bed from the threshold."Now get the fuck out of my house and claim that bitch with you."I said with no question in my voice at all.

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

"Not another screw Son. Get the piece of tail out and never come back."I said lifting my weaponry to the orthodox pugilism stance, so that he knew he would be snoring side by side to his new girlfriend if he spoke again.

He kept his centre on me as he wrapped his arms around her and the clothes. She was coming back to consciousness, so her legs were moving but not holding her weight. He pretty much dragged her down the hall.

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

"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 doorway. 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 drawers, he had dropped on the way.

I acted like I was going to run at him once he got to his trouser, so he ran back to the car in a full dash and jumped in. The car started and drove off, as I realized that I was on my porch with no bottomland 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 deglutition. 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 point I was very pleased with my performance .