















I have Shane now, and yes, he's half my age, and yes, it is getting serious, and I want it to. I hope it goes way further. You would think that would be enough...but it's not. I keep thinking about other men, wanting their cocks inside me, wanting to feel their cum flood my body. And like a cliche, I have this fantasy about a handsome cop pulling me over. It's the standard porn movie scenario, but I would love for it to really happen. Me taking his thick cock in my mouth, sucking until he cums down my throat. I want it to go further than that. I want him bending me over his car, fucking me hard, his cum pouring into me, and in my mind, I would just beg for more. And then there is the one constant part of all my whacked-out fantasies. Afterward, I'd go home and tell Scott, so casually, like it's nothing: "A cop fucked me today. After I sucked his dick, he slipped his dick in me and filled me with his cum, and I loved every second." The thought of saying that, watching Scott's face drop and his cock harden, it's like a drug. I can't stop thinking about it. I need it.