This is so fucking sad. I never thought I'd face the day where I would be sitting here with my computer trying to get some free shots of chicks getting all shot with cum. And getting off on it. It's even sadder that I haven't gotten laid in so damn long I'm starting to wonder if my cooch is still there. It's there, dammit, throbbing and dripping, just waiting for some long hard cock to ease its way inside. There's no luck for the lonely though, so I'm not gonna hold my breath.

Instead, here's what I've been doing. After I broke up with my last boyfriend six months ago, for some damn reason I just couldn't bring myself to have a one-night stand to break up the monotony, so instead I went out and bought me a massive dildo. Yeah that's right, a dildo. One of those long black dicks, around nine inches long and touting a hell of a girth. It's unrealistic for me to ever believe I'd get my hands on some of that famous black cock, so I'll settle for second best.

When that was bought and tried, I caved in and expanded my porn collection. I can rival some video stores by now with my vast collection from regular old sex to bukkake cum fests. I even threw in some lesbian encounters into the mix, just to encourage my budding bi-sexual side. Still, porn is just porn and it definitely doesn't replace the real thing. This clearly leads me nowhere since I have no one to share this vast collection with, except my dildo of course.

So here I am with my trusty rod of plastic, my notebook on a chair and one leg over the sofa's edge, playing it all out until I climax. Life is so much better when I climax! It's like dropping on some really good E after feeling like complete crap beforehand. I shouldn't think that `cause I only dropped once. Maybe it's more like weed. Yeah, weed. Shit all of a sudden gets clearer and you can understand everything better.

Yeah, my plight is a sad one. The worst part about this is that I know I'm not an ugly woman, so that doesn't explain the lack of a man in my life. I don't remember swearing off men like some women do in their foolishness. In fact, that'd be the best thing to happen to me right now! This cynicism is eating me inside in the worst way possible, so I need to do something and quick. Or rather someone.

For the time being anyway, I guess I'll have to deal with my fantasies of a gallant man. Even now, I can feel myself dozing off and seeing his gorgeous face. He's got this glorious mane of black hair and piercing green eyes. His strength overpowers me more often than not, but he is never harsh to me. No, instead he tempts me, then taunts me. God, a fierce animal is what he reminds me of, a panther perhaps. Strange as it sounds, I want him to dominate me, make me submit to his will. There's nothing sexier to me than a man that takes charge, that is demanding in his desires. I don't think I've ever had an encounter where a guy was like that. Fucking shame, that's what that is. Screw love and all that bull, he'd put that aside to give me pleasure, to give him pleasure and to make us come together in a ball of sexual flame.

Yeah, that's what I need. Absolutely. Positively. Hot sex with no strings attached. I know my imagination tends to run away with me, but screw it, I'm going to lose myself in this awesome fantasy. Almost like he's becoming real, I can feel his strong hand wrap around my wrist to pull me close to him. Good Lord, his body is just something to worship, it is that perfect. His scent is devilish and spicy; I just want to eat him up now! Instead of kissing me like I think he's planning to do, he lifts me up with no effort and tosses me onto a bear rug in front of a hearth. The fire's going the same route of our desire, higher and higher. Oh yeah, I'm so far gone that I just don't give a damn anymore….

He strips down to his bare skin, all magnificent muscle and massive manhood on display. My body's just trembling with expectation, my female core starting to moisten. He wastes no time with preludes and spreads my legs open with his knee. I love this decisiveness, this manliness! Instead of his shaft burying itself deep inside me, I can feel him teasing me with it, rubbing the head against my clit, so of course I'm gasping for breath and holding on for dear life now. He's way too cool about this whole ordeal, with me falling apart at the seams! I want to scream, "Just fuck me already!", but nothing comes out of my mouth. I think he might be psychic because he quits with the playing and puts in the tip of his cock, just the tip for me to get a taste. His eyes are on me now, glowing emeralds staring down at my naked body. Then just as I couldn't expect, his body lunges forward with one swift movement, plunging deep inside my warmth. He's not a massive guy like my dildo, but he sure knows what to do with his equipment, all that suddenly slow then blazingly fast movements of his. My g-spot's getting the hit-up of a lifetime and I'm damn near unconsciousness `cause I'm not breathing steadily enough.

Oh, crap, I came. Again. It's always the same mess. The dream fades off and I open my eyes only to feel that wet, dripping warmth between my legs. Now it's pulsating and I sure as hell am not gonna touch it. And like every other time I've had this fantasy, I'm pissed off that men like him don't exist. Do they? I won't even entertain that thought and end up sitting around into my old age while my cooch dries up into the second Sahara waiting for something like that to come true.

I guess its back to porn and dildos until I can get myself back on the 'real man' track. I'm not sure when that's gonna be so I might as well make the best of it, if I can that is.

Where the hell is my dildo, anyway…?