I was talking to a guy in Best Buy, and he got an erection. ..

I was talking to a guy in Best Buy, and he got an erection. I was dressed in a manner to attract attention for sure but I don't often get an in-your-face pants tent going. He must have had a big one because that fucker was sticking right out there for the world to see. It was awesome. I can't describe it any other way. I love that. He had to be in his 20s, and that makes this 55 yr old cock hound amazingly good about herself. I feel bad for him. He knew I saw it, and other people as well were eye fucking his hardon. He tried to stand behind a counter that held e-readers, but I could still see it. I would have fucked this kid. He wasn't good-looking at all, but A for effort on the stiff dick poking through his pants. I even offered in a roundabout way to help him with his erection, but either he was too nervous or too stupid to figure it out. I doubt I'll put the offer on the table again. As I said, he wasn't my "type," but in the moment, my "type" goes straight out the window when a hard dick that looks that delicious is involved. I know. I should have fucked him. It would have been a better story that way. But it's too hard to come up with a bullshit scenario, and who wants that anyway. I have learned it's so much easier to type these things out by telling you what actually happened than what didn't. I don't have to think about it. Anyway, I'm in a great fucking mood all because some poor, mortified kid popped a woody in front of me. Life is good! It would have been better if he let me suck the sperm out of his balls, but such is the way of the world. What else? I don't know. I fucked in the head over the kid with the woody. I doubt I'm going to get any dick today, so I made this masturbation video. Then I masturbated again after I finished it. More truth? Sure, why not. I cum harder when I'm not on camera. Normally after I make a video, I fuck myself all over again. Now you know. Guys don't want to get married. I hear it all the time from chicks looking for the forever guy. There is no forever guy. At least not for me. I understand that. So I don't trick them into thinking that I'll be their one and only. I'll be everyone else's one and only, and you can cook. How's that sound? Seriously, why in the world would a guy get married? Half the chicks out there have already been married and come with that baggage. The other half has a dozen kids they want them to babysit. Plus, if they divorce, it costs a fortune. I don't blame them. There are a ton of chicks just looking for a paycheck marriage. I say stick it in, pull it out, and see you later. I know that's how I like my guys to breed me. Sure, if we get along, we can hang out, but that doesn't mean I might not leave with some other guy who is destined to empty his testicles deep in my ass later that night. Just like you, I have needs, and they don't always involve the same cock over and over. So fuck your marriage. I got the reverse problem. I own a home, and most of my vehicles and half the dudes I fuck are dirt poor and chronically unemployed. I know they are a complete waste of life, but they look good, and I can't hold their penis responsible for the poor choices its owner made. But I see them looking at me like I'm their sugar mama. Good luck with that. Better to just fuck me stupid, leave me like a well-used jizz rag, and be on your way. Eventually, I'll sober up from being fucked stupid and kick you out anyway.