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I fucked this guy off the internet last night. We met in a hotel and did our thing. He actual surprised me!>> His dick was great. Hard non stop and could fuck forever!

Hello my lovies!

I am going to be embarking on an international adventure. I am going to be working on farms in Central/South America, Asia, and Australia.

Although I will generally be in rustic areas, I am committed to staying in places with internet!

Perhaps we can connect while I am abroad?

If you are anywhere around the world- particularly in Costa Rica, Dominican Republic, Guatemala, Thailand, Sri Lanka, Nepal, or Australia- and want to hook up, please email me at lexxxy luvs to bang at gmail and tell me why you are worthy.

 

~~Throwback~~

When I was in college, I totally flew all the way to Massachusetts to go to an orgy. I was on a mission to have fun, and I got there all by myself. I saw a sexy lady and wanted her to fuck me with a strap on. I asked her to, and she thought about it, then retreated and emerged with a beautiful chic robe on. Underneath it hid the strap on. It was so hot. She had her way with me, and I also fucked a bunch more people, in front of everyone. She was fucking me from behind, I was sucking someone else’s dick, I was giving someone else a hand job, other people were feeling my boobs or otherwise caressing my hair or just being involved with this filthy young slut who was the center of attention….

~~Throwback~~

Excuse me for my lack of detail, but I have a shit memory, but I will do my best…

When I was 17 years old, I travelled around Europe for 3 months with my boyfriend. We were fucking machines, and just loved to have sex all the time. Mostly with each other!!! But sometimes with other people.

One story that sticks out in my head is when we went to the Red Light District in Paris. It was full of seamy characters and sordid alleys, straight out of the movies. We would walk down the street together and see old ass lady hookers standing outside, soliciting us, telling us what they would do, what price they were. Women barely covered up, garters and high heeled boots. Weathered faces, long hair, actual red lights, moving silouettes, cheesy lights, cheap setups, surreal offerings for a curious 17 year old girl.

I wanted to go to a sex club.

The first one we went to, it was a small theatre. There were about 30 seats, and a stage. There were only a few people seated in the theatre. I think it was a bit early, so it wasn’t too busy.

Onto the stage walked a young woman, a beautiful girl, with soft wavy dark brown hair, full lips, and an air of sexuality and skill. She looked around, set her eyes on me, and pointed at me. She curled her finger upwards a few times, beckoning me to join her onstage.

I exited my row, walked up the steps on stage, and met her. We kissed a little bit, gently. Then she made me lay down on my back, and started kissing me all on my body…working her way down…she lifted up my skirt, and took off my panties. She started licking and sucking, and being a very kind soul lol.

After she was done, I got up, dazedly accepted some applause, and took my seat back in the audience,

I was starstruck. I had an amazing time. So much so, that the next sex club my boyfriend and I went to, I was okay with getting on stage again lol….that time didn’t turn out so hot lol…but I’ll save that for another time..

This story is about the amazing, hot stripper that licked my pussy on stage when I was 17, and I had a darn good time. The end .

~~Throwback~~

One of the most significant relationships of my life, if not THE MOST significant relationship of my life occurred with Manuel.

Manuel and I first corresponded with each other in a friendly way. I didn’t think anything of him, really, just a nice guy. We wrote to each other for months, and never mentioned pictures, sexual preferences, or anything. It was platonic.

However, when I first laid eyes on him, I was immediately stricken by how handsome he was.

Thick, athletic body; smooth, shaven head. Nice features. Olive skin. Beautiful smile. Laid back, confident demeanor. I was all over it.

Our first date, we went out to this café by a small lake. I ordered some sort of sandwich without the bread (lol). We chatted and discovered we had more in common than what we originally thought!

We went back to hang out at his place. He told me to close my eyes. He disappeared for a moment, then came out gripping a menacing black gun.

I immediately turned into a quivering pile.

I could barely look at him, look at the gun, I was so scared. He stood in the corner across from me and witnessed how I nervously couldn’t look his direction.

I had no idea if the gun was loaded, if the gun was on safety or not, I knew nothing about guns.

I honestly didn’t even know this man, he could kill me right now.

He saw my extreme discomfort and fear, and was relaxed, intrigued, and turned on.

He brought the gun closer to me, and I was turned on, but also so scared and so vulnerable, so unprotected, so subject to him and whatever he would want.

He pointed the gun to my temple and I quivered. He stood over me and put the barrel in my mouth. I looked up at him with huge, terrified eyes. He made me suck it. I let the barrel go in my mouth as I wrapped my tongue around it and felt the hard metal inside my mouth. He took the gun out and pressed the tip against my neck. My breath was caught and I couldn’t breath or move. He ran the gun along the other side and pressed it against me while I shook and reveled in the fear. He came in close and I felt his hot breath on my face and neck while he explored how his actions created reactions in me….

I did love the feeling of danger, I did love how my life was in my hands, I did love how transgessive and criminal this felt, I did love how fearless he was, and how fearful I was. I loved how primal this felt. How dominant he was. How submissive I felt. How absolutely scared I was, how naïve I felt. How he could demand absolutely anything of me, and I would have had to concede. How in control and completely VITAL this was. Mortal danger. It made me hot!

I think the hotness of this was…well, it was just fucking hot!!!..but part of it was that I didn’t really know him very well, we just just barely met in person, and so there was this true fear of danger. If I had known him for years, and knew that he would never harm me, then perhaps this wouldn’t have worked out so well, but because he WAS a stranger, and also because I knew absolutely knew nothing about guns at the time (and still know very little), all circumstances were stacked to create this true sense of insecurity and danger.

After that experience with Manuel, I was whipped on his freakiness (and his personality), and we ended up staying together for years.

I fell in love with the guy who would pull a gun on me for a first date 😉

Xoxoxo

Lexxxy

~~Throwback~~

Eric stands out in my mind as one of my favorite lovers of all time.

He has this amazing cock, that stayed hard all the time, and he just fucked so good, I felt like I should be paying for it!!!

But on the contrary, it was HE that was paying for it.

And I think that’s one of the reasons it felt so hot.

It’s like we are in a play, and we are playing roles, and we both have to play the parts to agree on this reality.

In order for me to be a whore, I had to act like a whore. And he had to treat me like a whore. And he had to pay me. And I truly WAS a whore.

How Eric came into my life was when I was about 23 or 24, and was making a side living as an amateur/professional dominatrix. What I mean by this is that I was accepting money, which made me a professional, but I was not overly concerned with rules and rituals like your typical dominatrix. I wasn’t in the “scene”—I was just a girl who decided she liked experimenting with being in charge. Of women, of men, I wanted to brandish my power, dominate others, and engage in subversive acts.

I believe Eric responded to my ad on Craiglist Adult Services section, back when Adult Services were still offered. I had advertised to offer golden showers in exchange for a “donation.”

He would always bring a rain tarp, I would squat or stand over him as I would piss on his dick. That was it.

We had had this arrangement for a long time, and I found him cute and respectful, and found it to be amusing and easy money.

One day, I took a look at his dick like I had never looked at it before, and actually noticed what a wonderful looking dick it was!

My brain started churning…

Later, I suggested to him that we revamp our relationship, and for an added fee, I would fuck him.

It turned out to be oh so delightful.

I LOVED feeling his dick, and he would put it down like a motherfucking champ! I felt like a lucky girl, and to get PAID to have my brains fucked out?! Ah man, I was in heaven.

We kept this arrangement for years until it ended.

But, I do have fond memories of Eric and my time with him as a true, legitimate prostitute.

So last night I saw Derek again, after several years.

It was the best fuck of all the guys recently.

I came to his house and it was great to see him and just catch up, as we get along well and can have conversations together…

Eventually, we started kissing, which led to fucking on the couch, which was awesome because I love fucking on the couch!!! Glad he was game.

Then we went to the bedroom and continued and I loved his hard dick and he was pounding like he was on a mission.

He also showed me his sword collection, and let me feel the heavy metal on my skin briefly before he put them away (table that for next time!).

He fucked me in the ass while I Hitachi-ed my clit. The man is prepared! 😉

And he also had his 130 pound mastiff lick my pussy.

Funny shit.

Derek is crazy as shit.

He offered to have me spend the night, and I stayed for a while, but then wanted to bounce before traffic.

He is a perfect gentleman.

I do plan on going back, feeling his hard cock again, and feeling more of those swords too!

 

Love, laughter, and licks,

Lexxxy

 

I fucked this guy off the internet in the hot tubs (sketch, I know, lol)

He was super chill and a great guy, and hard dick BUT I’m sorry, it was just too small!

Anyhoo, here is a testimonial 😉

Sooooo decided to start posting in here a bit again.

It’s been 2.5 years since my last entry!!

What’s the update?

Wellll first of all, it’s funny to look at that last leg workout and judge it like whatttt that is pathetic.

Since then, I have far surpassed those numbers. My best numbers in the the gym have been

Squat: 365 lbs

Bench: 265 lbs

Deadlift: around 400 lbs

My competition numbers were lower than that but despite that, I still broke 3 national powerlifting records, and won best lifter award at a competition I smashed in 2014.

In addition to that accomplishment, I also won my class plus the overall title in two separate physique competitions, and competed on the national stage for the first time. 2014 was a year full of competitions!

Rewind to 2013, I got into a serious monogamous relationship with the man I referenced in the later blog entries, and ended up putting a lock on this pussy for him. It was me and him, him and me. It just didn’t work out though. In 2014, then, I made it all about myself and my competitions, and was not even interested in fucking a single person (I know, it was weird).

Once the competitions were over, in 2015, I was kind of struggling to find my place in the world. I decided I didn’t want to compete anymore, at least for a long while, and tried different things on for size. Tai chi, yoga, blah blah blah I fucking hated it. I somehow felt this need to find something “yin” to be calming, to counteract my go-fucking-hard energy. However, it never worked well for me. Yoga just seemed psychologically excruciating. And physically unfulfilling. Upon a whim, I dropped into a krav maga class. Krav maga, if you don’t know, is a super deadly Israeli martial art based upon practical defense and attacks. Elbows, knees, kicks, punches, knives, sticks, guns, wrestling, etc. It’s pretty amazing. When I dropped into that first class and remembered that feeling of domination and violence, it felt like “home” LOL. Ahhh how nice. It felt intense, it felt fun, I felt lost in time, I felt happy, I felt challenged. I gave up my credit card QUICK and was like SIGN ME UP, I’M IN!

So, I have been obsessed, doing tons of krav.

And have been working on having more fun and living life. So, after a year break (during my competitions), I have been travelling, going out to eat a lot and getting thick as fuck (cough cough fat), drinking alcohol, staying out late, and just generally being more social and saying “yes” to activities.

And even more recently, in the past month or so, some wind changed or some inner compass recalibrated, because I have been feeling horny as SHIT!!! For a long time, I was not giving a FUCK about guys. I couldn’t care less! I was happy to wait for my husband, I thought my crazy days were behind me, and whatever. But…no. All of a sudden I feel like going apeshit crazy. So far this has manifested as me fucking 4 different guys and counting (after almost 2 years of abstinence). Totally open to fucking like 30 more in the next few weeks lol. Not like I will, but I would be open to it, just telling you where my mind is. Sex with strangers, sex in public places, involving girls, involving rope, doing a gangbang, I’m open to it!

Xoxoxo

Lexxxy