Blissful Deviant's Blog

Screw you, universe.

I’ve mostly gotten over my frustration now – feeling more disappointed about it all more than anything. I was so looking forward to hardcore whoring all weekend, got so excited ‘knowing’ it was going to happen, and it just sucks when things that are completely out of my control end up fucking up and forcing a change of plans.

I can sometimes be a little guarded in my responses to Malik when we’re planning stuff – it frustrates him and gives him the wrong impression of how I really feel. I explained to him, it’s not that I’m not craving… It’s just that I would hate to get completely excited about something and then be let down. It makes the disappointment so much worse, the sting lasts longer.  He insists I let go anyway, allow myself to be engulfed, consumed, thoroughly excited with no hesitation, silencing the little voice in my head that says “don’t get too excited, something could fall through”.

So I did – I let go of the cautious thoughts and let myself really feel the excitement, focussed on how much I was looking forward to whoring rather than contemplating that anything could fuck our plans up. Really, I just blatantly expressed what I always feel but rarely show (purely because I hate being genuinely disappointed).

And things fucked up.

It was frustrating and annoying, but mostly disappointing. I felt more let down than I have in a long time because I hadn’t ‘protected’ myself, hadn’t held back a little, hadn’t prepared myself for potential disappointment. I was so excited, and I loved not being so cautious, just letting go and experiencing the hyperactivity and eagerness. But yeah, it did sting more when the universe conspired against us and threw a spanner in the works!

But you know what… It was still a fucking awesome weekend!

I still whored, still made Daddy money with this cunt. I loved whoring again, seeing different clients, walking out and handing over the cash to Malik, having him feel how wet my cunt was just from being his little whore. HOT HOT HOT! Just spurred me on to do more of it. Can’t believe how much I’ve missed it! Maybe I needed the fuck arounds and to really feel this disappointment in order to fully realise just how much I’ve missed it all.

Cest la vie, eh?

Of course, the only upsetting part of the weekend was the issues with whoring. Any weekend with Malik is a fucking awesome weekend, and this was no exception! He pounded my cunt, hurt my fuckhole… Fucked me with a bottle. WOW! Soooo deep, so stretched out. He spat in my cunt while my hole was gaping open and begging to be filled (HOTTTTT!! I love it when he treats me like his filthy bitch and spits on me but damn, feeling him spit into my cunt after he made me gape for him was a whole other level of ecstasy!). He took a few videos, stretched my cunt out soooo much, then pounded me even harder when I got super tight again minutes later.

He choked me out till my eyes rolled back into my head, until everything went black and my body went limp. I love ‘coming to’ and trying to wake up, trying to focus my eyes. I love that the first thing I can remember is the look in his eyes as he looks into my semi-conscious haze filled face and says “Ooooh you’re back hey?” then pounds me harder, using his cock to wake me up and bring me back to reality. Mmmmm.

The best part, I think, was Daddy saying he loved this weekend, that I hadn’t disappointed him at all, that I should feel proud of what did happen rather than disappointed about what didn’t. He said I showed him exactly what I am, what I want, where I’m at. I confirmed what he knew anyway – that we’re in the same place, we’re on the right track, we’re more in sync than ever.

Well, that, and how incredible my cunt felt for Daddy after being such a dirty bitch hehe  Loved spreading my legs for him, offering him my whored out fuckhole, knowing that being used and filled by other cocks makes my cunt feel even better  - tighter, wetter, more desperate – than usual.

Mmmmmm and wouldn’t you know it, I’m still so fucking wet!

Well it’s no secret that I’m going through some stuff right now. I was thinking about writing about some of it, venting it and just getting some thoughts out but mmmm I don’t think this is the place for it, and lets be honest — I thought about doing it, but, the more appealing idea is to simply be who I am: an absolute slut.

I haven’t ‘worked’ in a while — I’m working all this weekend. See if you can spot my ad lol wonder if any readers will make a booking… My aim is to be exhausted You know, Malik is such a dirty fucker, he fucking loves this, so I can guarantee I’ll be fucking to exhaustion either way hehe.

For those who will be missing out, I’ll be on cam

xox

We’re house sitting this weekend… I’m also ‘working’ for any of you who pick up on what I mean… Contact me if you’d like to find out a bit more info

Can’t wait! Haven’t done that sort of work in far too long… I miss it! Love it, so much fun!

xox

Omg boys are hilarious!!!

My [young] neighbour and I used to fuck around. I called him up tonight. Man it’s convenient having him across the road!!

Lol.So, he comes over. He’s big – like, big in stature… Can totally overpower me without even trying. He pins me down on my back so he’s kneeling near my head… Hands straight in my underwear. What a slut, so wet instantly *lol* I squeil, squirm around. He sits up, I get him on his back so I’m now on top… He grabs my wrists and pulls them sideways so I fall down close to him. He leans up to kiss me, and I bite his lip. We wrestle a bit more and he gets me on my back again, and tears off my pants/underwear.

I’m on my back, with my knees up. He fingers me and rubs his fingers up to my clit. I open my legs for him. He watches me, watches his hands on me… Listens to my breathing get rough while he plays with my clit. He nods for me to move up the bed a bit…

I scoot up the bed, and he spreads my legs again. He leans down between my legs. Here is a secret – I kind of… Love guys just like… Leaning down and hmm looking eager and satisfied at how wet I am for them… Or like, before they start going down on me… Just that hot warm breath right on um me ha ha so teasing, but so hot. ANYWAYS!!

He runs his finger down from my clit to um inside me and then leans in and starts going down on me. Oh my god. He is young but he definitely knows what I like lol.

Annnnyways so he’s going down on me and using his hands, and it’s so good and then, perfect timing kicks in lol I’ve just cum, literally, like, 2 seconds before and then we hear a voice calling out my name from the bottom of the stairs.

Swear to god, I have NEVER seen him move so fast in my life.It was my nanna – she wanted to ask me something about feeding the dogs.

The boy by this point has just about died from a heart attack. I’m laughing hysterically, and he’s gone ghost white. He suggests we go and have a ciggie. I laugh and agree, put on my pants and wander downstairs casually.

Boom baby – such convenience!! His friend called and asked him to pick him up. So – I got what I wanted. Really good oral, and a gooood orgasm, with what output? Zero. Lol. Suckerrrr

I told him to call me later on if he wants to hang out again ha ha.

xox

Hmmm… Does anyone have … Fantasies they keep in their head, because they know it won’t be the same in real life? I have stuff that gets me really wet, that I can get myself off over but… I would never do it in reality – I realise it’d be completely different in “real life”… Some of it, even to the point where… After I cum, I feel dirty – and not in a good way – and sort of… Disgusted with myself for getting so hot over it.

An old friend of mine got into prostitution in a sad sort of way. She thought, hey, she’s slutty enough, she clearly has no issue fucking strangers, why not get paid for it? So another one of our friends booked and paid for an [expensive] hotel room. After the money was handed over, my slutty friend freaked out and realised she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Being a slut was one thing – being a cheap whore was completely different. “Too bad” was the other friends attitude. The other friend – lets call him Val – made my friend hook herself out until she’d covered the cost of the room, so that Val wasn’t at a loss. Well, after that, my friend realised… The line had been crossed, and so she decided to ah… Stay on the other side of that line.

Sometimes, I think that would be sort of hot… To be a cheap whore… Have some pimp-esque guy whore his girl out… Me, naked on the bed in the room… The man – lets just say Malik lol – opening the door, inviting some guys in… Ask them if they like the look of his slut? Ask them if they want to fuck me? To get their cocks sucked? Tell me to spread my legs… Give them a good look at my wetness… See them grab their groins, watch them get semis… Ask Mal “how much?” … Malik ponder… “$20 for her mouth… $30 for her cunt” ha ha ha… And then, one after the other, I service them all… Again and again and again….

See, that’s hot in my head, but I would definitely not like to do it in reality.

I read a [fantasy] blog about a girl getting gang raped in an alleyway… 7 guys using all of her… Very violent… Pinned down and humiliated… Using and abusing her, and leaving her naked and covered in cum on the ground….

Again, hot in fantasy, not so much in reality.

And this other guy… Talking about fucking me on the altar in a church… Ahhhh so hot, gets me wet, but… It’s number one on my “Never Ever Ever” list.

Hmmm. I’ll think about those sorts of things if I’m trying to get off and just can’t ha ha like… Those times when I need to get to a really dirty, sick place in my mind to make myself cum… And it’s so fucking hot in my head… But as soon as I cum, I’m like… Disgusted with myself. It does not seem hot AT ALL. I think to myself, “thank god I never told anyone about that fantasy” because IMAGINE if I were with someone who wanted to make it actually happen? I think… I would not be able to scrub myself clean again.

Anyone else feel like that? Or am I just … Sad? Lol

xx