A New Fuck Friend, Bookstores, and Emotional Releases

There was a gentleman, nice, respectful, and polite…

He was considering losing 3 hours of sleep to participate in the Friday afternoon Gangbang.

Chatting on Snap, he was always so sweet. I messaged him not to lose sleep, we could fuck another time. He skipped my event.

Saturday morning I woke up and started to write about Friday's escapades.

I slept in and didn't begin writing until around 8am…by 9am I was wet and turned on when he messaged good morning and he hoped I had fun at the gangbang. 

After chatting for a few minutes, he shared that he decided to go to the ABS (Adult Book Store) early Saturday evening. He had it narrowed down to 2 choices.

I returned his message with, “If you go to Adult Land in Wheeling, we can meet there and attend as play partners.”

He immediately said yes. 

I had to check my schedule to see if I could rearrange some outreach deliveries or have someone cover them for me. In this cold weather, we go through hot-hands quicker than I go through condoms. 

We met up the street, and I followed him to Adult Land. Once inside, we went to the theater and made our way to the front corner just outside the couples' room. 

At Adult Land, I have 3 favorite spots in the theater. The corner we were in, the corner diagonal from there, and the one area where the sex lounge chairs. 

The corner we were in is a favorite because there aren't too many blinking lights to distract me from slurping on a cock. It also provides a good view into the couples room and a view of the entire theater when I'm getting fucked from behind. 

We sat down and it didn't take long before we started making out, our hands exploring each other's body over our clothes. He made his way down to my breasts. I removed my dress straps allowing my big natural tittiies to be free for him to enjoy. My hand found his hard cock through his pants. I requested he whip it out for me. 

Sometimes I can just look at a dick and know that I know how to use it to get me off, even if he didn't. 

It was completely my pleasure…he did know how to use his thick cock to make me cum…but I'm getting ahead of myself here…

His bare cock in my hand, I stroked it a little, but what I really wanted was him inside my mouth. As he sat there, I sat beside him and sucked him from the side. 

I allowed my tongue to explore, swirling it around his thick girth, licking up and down as I varied the depth and pace. Wanting a better angle, I moved between his legs, crouching on the floor.

Grabbing his dick, (his girth is so thick I cannot fit my hand around it and my fingers touch without squeezing.) I used both hands to stroke him as I sucked him. I paused to take a drink, because nobody wants a dry blowjob, do they? (This is a genuine question for cock owners. I don't have one, so I don't know. Are dry mouth blowjobs worse than wet blowjobs?)

I returned my attention to sucking and stroking. His pants were down, but now I needed them off…I didn't want to wait any longer to know what he felt like inside me. 

Whispering in his ear, I invited him to take his pants off and fuck me. 

I had a dress on, no panties. 😉

As he took his pants off, I grabbed a magnum condom, hoping it was going to work. He is thick enough to need a magnum XL, of which I didn't have any. In my head I was hoping the magnum would work, an XL would be more comfortable for him, but a regular magnum could work without breaking. 

Sucking him a little to make sure his cock was nice and wet, I slowly put the condom on with my tongue, rolling it down, watching how the condom fit snugly on his shaft. If it was too tight, we'd risk it breaking. It wasn't too tight, there was still a little give in the condom which means there is a small likelihood of it breaking. 

The first position needed to be missionary. With his girth, I needed him to stretch out my pussy before I turned around into a more comfortable fucking position. Missionary is not easy at Adult Land. I love the furniture, the look, feel, cleanliness…there are so many things to love about Adult Land. But, like with pretty much every aAdult tTheater I've been to, they're is little to no comfortable fucking furniture.

In missionary, I felt him stretch me out as my pulsating pussy gripped him. He gently entered me, and slowly increased the pace; he knew exactly what he was doing. I have a tight pussy. If a big cock or toy starts off pounding me, I will get sore quickly and our fucking will end long before either of us want it to. The best way to ensure longer fucking with big cocks is to take it slow while my pussy adjusts, then she'll be ready for a pounding. This is the same when switching into doggy, slowly, allowing my pussy to adjust, then fuck me hard. 

After tingling shocks from multiple orgasms envelope my sexy bit, we switched positions. I wanted him to take me from behind so I could see the men (now a couple of handfuls of men) watching me get pounded. 

Adjusting to this new position, I looked at the crowd that formed behind us. A few men were jacking their dicks for all to see (which I love seeing while I'm getting fucked). 2 others were rubbing themselves through their pants. They were watching us. 

When his cock entered me again, I forgot about the men watching, the men stroking…I just wanted to be pounded, I wanted to cum over and over. And I did. 

During one of our chats on Snapchat, I remember him saying it would be so hot to fuck a woman there and then get sucked off. I'm sure he said it much sexier than that, because it stuck in my head. 

After I had many orgasms, I returned to the position between his legs and sucked and jerked him into my mouth. 

I took a pic for my boyfriend and excused myself to the bathroom.

We cleaned up the area, got dressed, got more water from the vending machine, and left. 

My new fuck friend had to go to work…

And, I had more emotional healing to do when a song came on during my drive home. I was crying so hard I had to pull over. I pulled over into a lot that I'd been in before…the first time me and my boyfriend went to a bookstore together. Our first trip, to Adult Land, is one of my favorite memories with him. Sex, love, passion, fucking, sucking cock together while kissing each other…I wrote about it if you want to read it, or reread it.

I cried for close to a ½ hour in that lot. It was the emotional release I wanted.

Many people think crying is a bad emotional reaction, and they want to comfort you with the goal of stopping the tears. 

For me, keeping the tears in is harmful. When I'm so overwhelmed emotionally, crying is good for me. It is a needed release that helps me self-regulate my pain. If I ignore the pain, it gets carried into the future of my relationship(s). 

We've all been young (or if you are a young adult, learn from our pain) and shoved down the pain for various reasons. It eats at us. Even when we have moments of peace, the pain is there. The pain never goes away. It just becomes dormant. 

Then, the next thing happens, adding to the pain we are already ignoring. And it builds and builds until we explode, acting out of character, doing or saying things we don't mean. We bring the hurt with us.

We aren't taught how to manage our emotions. We aren't taught conflict resolution. We aren't taught what to do when we are sad, angry, depressed. 

We are medicated and pushed aside. 

That's not enough for me anymore. I can't and don't keep things inside. If it is important to me, I talk about it to the person I need to talk to. If it's not important, I process it and let it go. 

I apply the same thought process to my relationships. Nobody is perfect. We all fuck up. We all make mistakes, from small to large. We hurt people we don't mean to. We don't react well when emotions overcome us. 

Then we make-up, and “move on”.

All the while, we shove the hurt down, paint a fake smile on our face, and move forward, carrying the pain. 

No. I don't like that way of doing things. I like to process the pain and let it go. I like to move forward in an adult manner, with our hearts AND our heads…and our sexy bits too. 

I don't want to create baggage in any of my relationships. I want to process the bumps and leave them in the rearview mirror. Eventually, they will become smaller until you can no longer see them. When you can't see them, you forget. I healed, and our relationship can move forward stronger.

I need to cry. I need to feel. I need to think. I need to fuck. I need to process the overwhelming emotional and sensory space I am in right now. 

I hope someone is reading this, who thinks like I did for many years (that I cry too much)...and this can help you in some small way to help you use your tears to heal. 

I didn't for so many years, and it showed when the bumps in life came along. I didn't know what to do with my emotions…and to be honest, talk therapy isn't for everyone. I'm everyone…talk therapy isn't for me. 

Sexual healing helps me much better than any pill prescribed or therapy attended. 

Fucking the tears away is a beautiful form of pain relief and healing if you allow yourself to explore what your individual needs are. 


Thanks for reading!


Kisses 💋 
Shorty 


P.S. I'd like to thank all of the folks who reached out and so kindly shared their stories, feedback, or a simple “I can relate”. I appreciate the feedback and will incorporate more of my emotional processes along my journey. 


Right now, I'm recovering from a meltdown…I'll be writing a lot about processing those “bad”/uncomfortable feelings. 

Don't expect that to always be the case…

Adventures that include the “good” feelings can be just as exciting and informative. 


Thanks for coming on this journey with me. 🥰



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We never celebrated Christmas. He still hasn’t opened his Christmas videos on Snap. Some days I wonder if our relationship was real or if he just wanted to fuck and fucked around and fell in love? Who knows?