Jenny’s house of fun.

Really cold tonight.
8F
Cloudy but I can some stars.
John just went to bed and I should really shower. Been spending the evening fucking in the sofa. I love when that happens.
Now I am relaxing here smoking some after-sex weed, looking out the window.
Had a good day, bought some Christmas presents, had lunch with a friend and had a really good talk with my therapist. Felt like we went deep today, lots of tears. I am also staying on these meds since they work well.
Fuck. I'm still horny.
Time to get the dildo.
 
He fists my hair hard.
Taking the long red hair and wrapping it around around his closed fist. He pulls and I strain my neck without letting go. I close my eyes to focus on the pain and the hard cock in my mouth. He push it in farther and it hits the back of my mouth. My eyes water. I try to open wider and take more but he is already stretching my lips and for a second I am scared I will throw up. But I love that scared feeling, that loss of power and I go slack so he can push it in all the way.
I gag.
Loudly.
Tears are now streaming down my hot face and saliva hangs from my lips. I try to say something, no idea what since my brain is just focused on pleasing, but the giant cock down my throat muffles everything and all that comes out is more gagging and whimpering.
He starts to brutally fuck my mouth and I focus on the pain.
I crave it.
I need it.
I love it.
He pulls my hair harder and part of me thinks that he might actually pull it out. And will I need to get a wig?
Ridiculous. I know.
Will I get a red one?
Or pink?
Focus, Jenny!
My nose is suddenly pressed against his belly, which means he managed to get all of his cock down my throat. Which is also why I can’t breathe. My cunt gets so wet when I realize this that I start grinding it on the pillow below me. I might just cum from this. If I don’t pass out first.
Whatever. It doesn’t matter right now. I just want his cum in my mouth. That’s all that matters.
Focus, Jenny.
 
He fists my hair hard.
Taking the long red hair and wrapping it around around his closed fist. He pulls and I strain my neck without letting go. I close my eyes to focus on the pain and the hard cock in my mouth. He push it in farther and it hits the back of my mouth. My eyes water. I try to open wider and take more but he is already stretching my lips and for a second I am scared I will throw up. But I love that scared feeling, that loss of power and I go slack so he can push it in all the way.
I gag.
Loudly.
Tears are now streaming down my hot face and saliva hangs from my lips. I try to say something, no idea what since my brain is just focused on pleasing, but the giant cock down my throat muffles everything and all that comes out is more gagging and whimpering.
He starts to brutally fuck my mouth and I focus on the pain.
I crave it.
I need it.
I love it.
He pulls my hair harder and part of me thinks that he might actually pull it out. And will I need to get a wig?
Ridiculous. I know.
Will I get a red one?
Or pink?
Focus, Jenny!
My nose is suddenly pressed against his belly, which means he managed to get all of his cock down my throat. Which is also why I can’t breathe. My cunt gets so wet when I realize this that I start grinding it on the pillow below me. I might just cum from this. If I don’t pass out first.
Whatever. It doesn’t matter right now. I just want his cum in my mouth. That’s all that matters.
Focus, Jenny.
Very hot telling of your morning activities!
 
dirty fingers over the ashtray
shaky
insecure
nervously picking, tearing, fidgeting
tired eyes across the table
worn out
exhausted
weary
you cried at my words
my cold heart
my broken soul
but your tears broke me
tore me in half
crushed me
i promised to never do it again
again
i doubt you believed me
i didn’t

cold blue stars above
an eternity away
black sky
cloudness night
just your tears
and my lies
 
dirty fingers over the ashtray
shaky
insecure
nervously picking, tearing, fidgeting
tired eyes across the table
worn out
exhausted
weary
you cried at my words
my cold heart
my broken soul
but your tears broke me
tore me in half
crushed me
i promised to never do it again
again
i doubt you believed me
i didn’t

cold blue stars above
an eternity away
black sky
cloudness night
just your tears
and my lies
Very sad poem, hope it is not a reflection of your current thoughts. If it is glad you put words to feelings, it helps sometimes to smooth the edge off the emotion.
 
dirty fingers over the ashtray
shaky
insecure
nervously picking, tearing, fidgeting
tired eyes across the table
worn out
exhausted
weary
you cried at my words
my cold heart
my broken soul
but your tears broke me
tore me in half
crushed me
i promised to never do it again
again
i doubt you believed me
i didn’t

cold blue stars above
an eternity away
black sky
cloudness night
just your tears
and my lies
Beautifully haunting words ❤️
 
Have been trying to write some new stories for awhile, but it has not worked. I have stopped 7 different stories about 2/3’s in. Just read through all of them for the first time.
4 was utter garbage and I deleted them.
2 was ok. Ish.
1 is kinda promising.
Nor sure what I will do.
There was also a super dark poem I have been working on for awhile. Not sure I will ever finish it. It is just too upsetting. But I also can not make myself delete it.
So there.

3.44 at night.
-8F, cloudy skies.
I just lit a fire and is laying on a pile of blankets in front of it. Cup of tea and my bong, doing hits, watching porn on the iPad.
Watching Riley Reid having anal sex is one of life’s luxuries.
I’m so fucking high.
 
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