I'm laying it all out, my truth, the raw, messy story of how..

I'm laying it all out, my truth, the raw, messy story of how Shane's become my everything, my fucking king, and how his dick's the center of my universe. It's a lot—Shane's replaced my husband Scott and my other boyfriend Jake like they were just warm-up acts. People don't get it, but for me, it's crystal clear: getting Shane's rock-hard cock deep inside me is my life's mission. That's the goal, the dream, the whole damn point.

Here's the deal. Shane's not just my man,he's Scott's boss now at the shop. Yeah, the guy half Scott's age is calling the shots, and he's not subtle about it. The other day, Shane pulled Scott aside and told him, that he's not allowed to see me naked anymore. His own wife, and Shane, this younger, cocky stud, says, " She's mine now." That shit's a turn-on of epic proportions. Knowing Shane's claiming me so hard he's telling my husband he's cut off from my body. It makes my pussy throb and it's wet constantly. I feel completely owned by Shane, like I'm his property, and I love that feeling. It's so fucking hot.

I got a pussy load of hot testicle snot after I told Shane about how I fucked Jake again. It wasn't the sex that made Shane's dick hard, it was that I told Jake he's number two now, demoted, pushed to the sidelines. I did actually tell Jake that Shane's the king, the one who owns me. When I spilled that to Shane, his face lit up like he'd won the lottery, and his dick got hard as a rock. He loves being the top dog, taking what used to be Jake's and Scott's and making it his. My guess is he likes knowing they're powerless. That power trip gets him off, and as you already know, that kind of mindset makes my pussy drool like a faucet. It's more than sex—it's like he's a man after my own perverted sexual goals.

When I told Shane how I cucked Jake, knocked him down to half the man he thought he was, it was like flipping a switch. He didn't say much, just whipped out that gorgeous, throbbing cock and told me to suck it. I went all in, slobbering, tasting him, feeling him twitch in my mouth. Then he pulled out, yanked my shorts down, bent me over, and used that rock-hard dick to rearrange my insides. No warning, just pure domination. He pounded me so hard I was seeing stars, my pussy gripping him like it was begging his dick to stay inside of me. Then, without asking, he unloaded a hot, slimy load of cum deep in my guts. Didn't check if breeding me was good by me—he didn't need to. I love that he doesn't ask, he just does what his dick wants. It was fucking perfect. I came so hard before he nutted that I was cum-retarded, brain-dead, nothing but a cum dump for his dick. He could've done anything, and I'd have begged for more.

Feeling Shane's sperm swimming inside me all night? That's my kind of addiction. It's like he's still claiming me, even when he's gone. It's not just physical, it's such a mental turn on as well.

Shane asked me to hang with some of his buddies and their wives, but I passed. Some of them are still salty about this "porn is gross" argument we had, and I wasn't in the mood for their drama. I don't need that stress. But tonight, we're going out with some different friends, and I'm stoked. I'm also counting down the seconds till Shane fucks me into oblivion again. I'm already imagining him pumping me full till I'm a brain-dead cum sponge, his hot load dripping inside me, making me feel like I'm all his. Just thinking about it's got me wet, like I can feel his cum in me now.

That's my story. Shane's my king, and I'm his. He's got the balls to tell my husband he's done seeing me naked, and that kind of power makes me want him even more. Every thrust, every load, every time he claims me, it's what I live for. And I wouldn't change a damn thing.