The Over-Educated Nympho

The other day I got a letter from my apartment complex saying that my lease will be up soon and I have ten days to decide if I want to keep it. The rent hike they listed for short- and long-term renewal was insane. It was over a 30% rent increase, which they had the hairy balls to state as “a reduced rate for new complex-wide upgrades.” A 30% rent increase? On top of the high rent already? Surely the upgrade is a second bedroom, right? Or it comes with a live-in maid/cook? Or a SEX SERVANT IMPORTED FROM THAILAND?!

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I’m sick. I’m fucking sick. I felt a sore throat early this morning when I was coming back from Jazz Man’s place, but I assumed it was because I was really tired and had enjoyed a much-needed mouthful of cock all night long.

Sleeping for only two hours didn’t help, because I felt worse when I woke up. At work I felt crappy and looked pouty so my boss sent me home.

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After a long night of sucking and fucking, I came home and wrote my introductory post for The Fellatrix as the new Friday contributor. It’s very easy to write about cock when the insides of my thighs are still damp and the smell of cum lingers on my fingers. With inspiration cums perspiration. And a seriously sore pussy.

Please check out my first post, Because I Love Cock.

Tonight I went over to Jazz Man’s for an evening of food, laughter, and sex. There was one talk in particular we needed to have. He got serious. I knew exactly where this was going. I had been wanting to talk about it too.

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When I got home from work, I called The Marine. Normally I would have waited another day, but it was too close to the weekend, and I would have waited later in the evening but I had a date planned with Jazz Man. I had a sex-schedule to keep.

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