Dear Diary:
Wow,it has been a minute. Please forgive me for not cracking you open and spilling my guts,but things have been constantly busy for myself.
Today was the first time that my Huny and I had a kinky encounter. My mind and body was utterly turned off by him. It was something about this last situation, that put me in a bad head space. A couple months ago, I caught him cheating...yes,AGAIN. But this time,oh boy this time,was way heavier...AND....I got clearer results,answers and a lovely dose of sweet REVENGE!!
I was able to get a favor called in with a Federal Agent friend (former boo thing/lover of mine). He hacked into my Huny's phone,and retrieved data from it that was priceless. One I learned that he had another phone with a prepaid wireless company,that was only given out and used to contact his groupie "Badge Bunnies". These were women from his work,from his cases,and a couple associates of ours. Yours truly is sexy,talented and on top of that-intelligent. Guess what I did?!! I cloned this "hoe phone" of his and started some unexpected shit! These women did not know if it was him or someone else contacting them via text message or when I used a voice changing application to alter my sexy tone into a brash male voice...one chick even sent a provocative photo of her raggedy ass pussy,it looked like someone ran her cunt through a meat grinder...yuck. Another chick consistenly called the phone during hours she knew he was home with me,and had the audacity to leave threatening voice messages and text (something I am sure HE put her up to...because he had NO CLUE what in the hell was going and whom it was in his shit so deep).
I was simply mortified by the images,messages,and phone calls that came into this hotline of his. I couldn't help but confront him regarding all of this,and of course his initial impulse was to LIE about everything. But there was nothing to deny,once I presented the phone logs,and printed text. (See as an officer girlfriend, we know if there is an accusation you better back it up with some concrete physical evidence.) He was angry,I was pissed off to the highest of piss-tivity,he wanted to kick my ass,and I wanted to ring his motherfucking neck. There was a lot of screaming,cursing, and blaming. I informed him that I wasn't afraid to leave him&report him to Internal Affairs...because how DARE HIM to send his team of bitches after ME!!! Me, the good woman who has stood by your side throughout the years....OMG-the treachery!! He tried his hardest to explain himself,I do not recall a word of what he was saying because I know I "blacked out" and went into furious black woman mode.
For several weeks,we did not speak,for several nights he slept in his office,and for months the refrigerator was on empty...no dinners were being cooked,if anything was made in that kitchen,it was for myself only. I think what finally broke the ice was when he went to go take a shit this morning and there wasn't any toilet paper. Well,none that he knew about anyway. "Babe,can you please tell me that we have some toilet tissue...I just took a huge dump,and I need to wipe my ass"he cried out to me from the downstairs bathroom. I waited at least three minutes before I tip toed downstairs,and handed him the toilet paper while holding my nose. He grabbed my wrist as I reached out to hand it to him,"darling...baby....please....can we stop this"he pleaded. I stood in silence because I wanted to hear what he had to say. "Baby,I am tired of sleeping on the sofa and my office chair,nothing is more comfortable than sleeping next to your soft sweet smelling ass.....what can I do to make it up to you this time....the hoe phone is off...and nobody is speaking to me anyway since they found out about the crazy J.I. Jane chick you are....the fellas found out too and they won't hang out with me no more....baby,you're all I have,please let's start over....what do you want a couple new purses or a new car". I took a moment to think about my reply....."I do not want anything from you,I sure as hell do not want no damned purses,and I do not need a new car the car I have is just fine". I walked away,closed the bathroom door behind me,and I went back upstairs.
Seconds later,he comes upstairs...crawling on all fours,with my Dominatrix paddle in his mouth. His eyes and his half pulled down True Religion jeans were clues that this was an invitation to spank his ass....so I did and I used my leash to walk him around. He whimpered like a little puppy because his knees were beginning to hurt. I shoved his nose into my crotch and I said...."smell this good pussy you naughty dog you.....smell it....smells good doesn't it....well,you won't be getting any today...because you have been a bad dog....and there is punishment for dogs who roam". I turned around,put his head deep in my big chunky booty crack and released a tremendous fart. He tried to pull his head back out of the path of the horrible scent,but I grabbed his head and forced him to inhale my atrocious ass fumes. After the gas waves were clear,I spoke to him firmly"now naughty doggy...do you know what NOT TO DO". He whimpered like a dog and nodded yes. I leaned down to kiss him and we both broke into tears. For 30 minutes we were on our knees in a tight embrace,crying and kissing.
As I get up because my knees were killing me,he pulls down my pajama pants,spreads my sweet buns,and begins to lick the crack of my milk chocolate ass. I froze from the pleasure of his long warm tongue massaging my anus.
I could not allow him to get back in that quick,by turning me out....not today. I helped him up from the floor,and pushed him back upon the bed. I snatched off his jeans then reached for my "special oil" and poured some into my palm. I begin to jerk his dick with both hands, in a ringing/twisting motion. Although I did not want to,but I couldn't resist, I had to put my lips to his throbbing dick. His eyes rolled into the back of his head,as if he was demonically possessed. (A strong indication that he was immensely enjoying this pleasure.) I then removed both of my hands from his dick,simultaneously I sucked him and massaged the inner portion of his thighs with the remaining oil. My head,was twisting back and forth,left and right,occasionally releasing enough spit down on his shaft. I went all the way down on the dick,until I gagged and puked a little of my morning cappuccino on him. I stopped briefly to wipe him off,he's still hard rock (indicating that he's turned on from me throwing up on his monstrous erection). I proceeded to give him by far,the best headservice he's ever gotten from me. He held my head,grabbed me by my hair,and I pointed to the mirror...mouth full of his dick. An awed delightful vision,we were spectators of our own reflection. I began to moan, aroused,from my fellatrix performance. His dick starts to vibrate,his legs are trembling (a strong indicator that this sexy blowjob is soon coming to end). I am even more turned on,so I go down deeper on him,until I feel the head of his penis tickle my uvula. "OOOOHHHHH....UUUGHHHH....ARRRRGHHH"he loudly moans as the thick volcanic like burst forces itself from the hole of his penis. His dick is still in my mouth,as he is cumming,and this vast protein shot to my throat caused me to projectile vomit his lap. This wonderful time,the puke came from my mouth and nose....so he got a lovely "gag gift" I earled chunky grainy nacho chips&cheese (my snack after my cappuccino). We both couldn't do anything,but laugh our asses off. It was sexy,gross,and yet we were equally aroused. And I got the great pleasure of seeing him scrub nacho cheese&tortilla chunks from his unshaven pubic area&ass crack...oh yes,I got him that good....all the way down to his butthole.
My huny was not out the door no more than ten minutes,and the phone rings....its the Sarg. He was calling on his break checking up on me. He wasn't really talking about anything particular,just making conversation. In a poor way...but his method of trying to make amends...is staying in touch knowing things are off balance between us. The Sarg has a lot of things on his plate, and he does not have the time for a woman like me. The sex is less infrequent,and I rarely see him. I'm not sure if its because of his age,and sex is not a priority in his life....maybe he is embarrassed because he struggled with his erection the last time we had sex. I am not sure what is with him,but I do know that he's pretending to be happy and diving more into other "things". I'm not a doctor,but I do know when you leave things open like we have,it leaves room for assumption. And I believe by him not dealing with or discussing what's affecting his erection and our intimacy,its leaving us stagnant. And I do not have time for all that....NO LIE,the (polyamory) Goddess in me truly loves him......BUT...if he does not want to talk about it or deal with the matter,then I will stay my pretty brown ass with the bright skin trouble maker I have at home....because he is MORE than a handful...and mouthful,laughing out loud.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~
