Fight Night ( 1 )


Cheating, Fantasy, Toys
I was pissed my fight got canceled. The gripe I was supposed to fight went over on her weight unit and they canceled it. I mean seriously, how hard is it not to eat a fucking cheeseburger when you are getting ready for a fight. I was only two competitiveness away from going for the featherweight whang, and this bitch is going to detain me at least another month.

I stayed to watch some of the other fighters, but not all of them before I left. It's respectable 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 young man had to process late, so he couldn't come to my battle. So now I have all this energy and foiling and he is not even going to be menage. I would at least have liked to know there was sex waiting for me.

All the way home I just kept running battle scenarios through my head. She throws a depart hook, so I duck to my right and throw a right claw to the consistency followed by a jab to the human face and hybridization to the face from the new position. If she throws a cross, I will angle slightly to my right causing her to miss high, then I will jab to the jaw and follow with my veracious cross. And so on and so on, I ran through all her favourite punch, and all the means I was going to counter. When we did fight following, she was going to regret giving me extra time to coach. I was going to get it on her up bad.

After an hr parkway house, I was ready to have a drunkenness and hopefully go to log Z's. My dark seemed as though it was going to get hold of an up tour when I saw my young man's car in the driveway. I remember thinking, ‘ Let's Get It On !'to myself, copying my deary reader's grab phrase. Those were Scripture I was hoping to hear tonight before my fight, but I guess they will take to work out for a dizzy sex pun. The good news was after I had a drink and had sex, I was going to be able to sleep for sure enough, so that was a fiddling Ag lining to the evening.

I just left my gym bag in the car and went to the door. I was surprised to bump the threshold locked. I just assumed he had a long 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 drink before I went in there. After sex I just wanted to slip away out, so this would save fourth dimension.

I poured myself some Woodford reservation and sat at my bar in my kitchen. I was a very intelligent individual for 99 pct of the day, and my one vise, was that nighttime drink. Some people say it is level-headed and some people say it is the sign of an alcoholic. I say, have a drink and lighten up. It loosens me up and makes me deal 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 arcsecond one the Lapp as the first and knew that this was going to be my last. I wrapped up all my thoughts about scenarios and outcomes and decided that it was clock time for me to start working on my night's close.

I downed the oddment of my second drink starting to feel the affects of the first finally set in. I put the chalk into the sink and headed towards the chamber. I took off my shirt as I walked down the hall. I had a mirror at the end of the hall so that I could use it to train and shadow box in the home. I watched myself walk down the hall in my Venum mutant bra and fight shortstop and was pleased with my visual aspect. I imagined myself walking down to the octagon as I had dozen of clock time, so I squared up and silently threw a jab, jab, veracious sweetener and jab, uppercut combo at myself, and smiled.

I had hit that beautiful spot that all drinkers know, where I could accept a relaxing night, or I could press someone, and both would be equally acceptable. I rolled my neck around on my shoulder with my eyes closed and opened them to meet mine in the mirror. I gave myself a very seductive half grinning and said,"let's get it on."and winked.

I opened the doorway to encounter my boyfriend on his back looking in my direction, with his cock standing up and looking at some blond bitch on her hired hand and genu 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 mouth was just hanging surface and it was like he couldn't move, which I would say was a ripe architectural plan at that pointedness.

The bitch on the other hand was scrambling off the bed grabbing handfuls of wearing apparel looking like a scalded scared animal.

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

He said zero as he stared at me in a way that I had never quite seen him look. I felt 10 animal foot marvelous standing in the doorway as this frail little bitch was hunched over with her apparel 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 earthly concern's next relocation."Who the roll in the hay is this ?"I said in a very check serious whole step.

"Baby… it's nothing."He said closing his centre and placed his hand on his os frontale, already knowing that he had lost restraint of this situation.

I turned my head word back to her and gave her a tone that may have 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 weakly than I had ever seen a human being looking.

"Why her ?"I gave him a talk about look wishing he had chosen a more reverential person to betray on me with. It made me doubt myself for a second. If he was going to fuck this frail squawk, 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 soul stronger and more beautiful. Not this little piece of shit.

I took a whole step towards her and placed my script under her Chin and made her stand up. She was close to crying, and probably should have guessed what was coming next. I bounced on the testis of my feet twice and Jab to her teeth, Jab to her nose, and rightfield Hook to the face of her chin.

Her head spun violently around, and she collapsed because of the trauma to her brain."Whew !"I screamed out as I bounced two or three more multiplication. ( I just imagined Big lavatory Mary Therese McCarthy coming over and grabbing one of my wrists 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 lavatory.

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 bathroom and turned it on high. I placed it in between his testicle and his mother fucker and sucked his dick into my mouth. It took no time at all for him to come back. Without the scepter he may have been psyched out enough not to get hard again, but it was his favorite thing in the world. He had requested this so many times, and I only did it for extra occasions.

His breathing was all over the seat 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 separate you why exactly I chose that stance, but I can undertake you it was either, I didn't want to look at him not knocked out, or I did desire to look at her knocked out.

I slid him into me and gyrated around on him making his turncock 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 wand.

I was staring at the somewhat little blond cunt snoring on the flat coat as I felt the first lilliputian shiver climb from within me. I slowed my gyrations just a bit and turned the sceptre 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 release.

It was only a minute or so and I was ready. My consistence was so tense holding back, my judgment was perfectly blurred, and I was hot and gear up. I cranked the wand to high, used both hand to go for 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 disturbance coming from my pussy. My workforce were soaked in my fluids and my physical structure was shaking as it felt like minuscule electrical pulses were moving from my pussy into my stomach and down my thigh. I felt like I was on top of the expectant high I had ever had in my life history. I felt relaxed because of the coming and warm because of alcohol 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 full moon minute of arc, which seemed like an eternity I felt him start to be active his articulatio coxae under me. I was almost surprised because of this heightened opinion and the indorse drinkable 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 luxuriously right field back in his favorite spot and started bouncing on his peter. This was his aspiration emplacement and I am not sure enough if I had ever actually done it for him up until that point. He was rock hard, and I know that his orchis must cause been hurting, and desperate for their release.

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

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

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

I took the vibrator off his spot and got off him as fast as I could. I stood at the base of the bed and looked down at him. He had such a scared confused spirit on his human face. As his hand was headed towards his cock, I stopped it. I held his carpus with one hand and slapped his cock very hard with the other.

"AAAAAHHHHH ! ! !"He cried in painfulness.

I then popped the back of my fingertips hard on his Lucille Ball. 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 comforting"HA"as I walked to the face-to-face English of the bed from the door."Now get the shag out of my house and charter that bitch with you."I said with no doubtfulness in my articulation at all.

"You're fuck Crazy !"he said as he was grabbing his dress.

"Not another fucking Son. Get the fuck out and never come back."I said lifting my arms to the Greek Orthodox fisticuffs position, so that he knew he would be snoring succeeding to his new lady friend if he spoke again.

He kept his oculus on me as he wrapped his weapon system around her and the dress. She was coming back to consciousness, so her ramification were moving but not holding her weightiness. 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 bloomers.

"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 door. 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 wide sprint and jumped in. The car started and drove off, as I realized that I was on my porch with no freighter on. I decided to own it, so I stretched really big before slowly turning and sauntering back inside. ( That was definitely the inebriant that did that. )

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

That nighttime had not gone how I planned it at all, but at that gunpoint I was very pleased with my functioning .
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