Anal-sexcrazy Boyfriend

One of my bad boyfriends was SO anal-sexcrazy! He must anal-sex my bottom so often!

 

Here’s the start: I’m at the train station (in between boyfriends, so very sex-hungry) when my eye sees trash on the ground. So rude! Who has done this? I go to pick it up, which means bending over … and an excited voice moans from behind me, “Ohh, the bottom of heaven!”

 

I pick up the trash and turn around, wondering, “Is someone so rude in public?”

 

And do you know what I see? It’s a staring person eating a candy bar. I look at the trash in my hand … a candy-bar wrapper! Are they the same kind? I look more closely toward the sweet in his hand.

 

That dodger! Yes, his candy is the same as the wrapper!

 

“Did you litter this wrapper here?” I ask him. I’m sex-hungry and he is very cute but … such an offense to make trash for everyone in the station to look at!

 

But he says, “It wasn’t litter! I’m investigating.”

 

He tells me he’s a college student and his paper for class must be, how long will a trash of unsightliness remain on the ground in a train station? 

 

My eyes = so narrow with suspicion!

 

“Where is your time clock, then?” I ask him. “And it’s so unstudious to talk about a girl’s bottom while sciencing!”

 

He takes his phone out from behind his back and shows me stopwatch numbers on it.

 

“Look,” he says, “the trash sat only forty-one seconds before you arrived. Is that so crimey? And it’s not for a science class, it’s sociology.”

 

Readers, now I am mad for sociologists, so derided by this comment of their unscientificness! But … as he holds out the phone, also he is standing funny, and I see his pants hold the largest erection!

 

There’s a very big penis in there.

 

I’m angry still but now horny too. Horny and angry can’t exist for long in the same Akane … which do you think will win? (Rhetorical! You know already, Readers, I’m sure.)

 

The more he squirms from erectness, the more I’m sure he left the wrapper so he maybe gets to look at a girl’s bottom, not so he can sociologize a paper.

 

“I think you’re just a peeper,” I accuse him. “I should turn you in.”

 

“No, please!” his face … so red of embarrassing! Or, is this how hot for my bottom he is? “It’s just so rare to see a behind of quality like yours!”

 

Such lies! Tokyo is full of girls with nice bottoms. There’s no shortage … dodgeriness for certain.

 

But his cock is so straining in his pants!

 

“Only my boyfriend gets to look at my behind and talk this way,” I say with snoot and a raise of my nose.

 

“Oh no,” he says. It’s a face of such disappointment, Readers. His crest has suffered a total plummet. “You have a boyfriend? He’s the luckiest. I could never find a girl of such bottomly beauty.”

 

“Actually, not right now,” I admit. “But you must stop talking about my bottom or I will announce your boner pants to the whole station.”

 

“What?! Please don’t shame me!”

 

I’m staring at his firmly manhood, Readers. It’s a struggle not to lick my lips. But I have will! Instead I tell him, “Why not? You’re not my boyfriend. Why shouldn’t you receive shame for peeping and bonering over a girl’s bottom?”

 

I’m not really ready to shame him to the whole train station for his peepy bonering trash-trick of bottom spotting, but the litteriness of his game still makes aggravation in my head, so it’s easy to act that way. But while he is begging and whining, his cock stays so hard, there’s no way to not stare!

 

Readers, such a large boner is a magnet of Akane eye-grabbing, I think you know. 

 

“Please,” he mendicants at me, “how can I amend my behavior so you don’t shame me?”

 

“I think you must buy me some coffee,” I tell him. “Look, there’s a coffee shop.”

 

I’m very attractive over coffee, you know. The sipping and conversing of slyness … no man can resist! (Well, a gay man maybe. But I wouldn’t try mistreating a gay man such a way, even if for some reason he peeped and hard-onned at my bottom.)

 

So by the time coffee is done, he’s my boyfriend, which means okay to have sex between us. Back to my so-small apartment!

 

We’re stripping and making out very quickly, and before I know it, there’s totally naked kissing and limb-tangles upon my tatami mat! 

 

“Oh!” he says, “Such lips! Such kissing! So beautiful your eyes! Oppai of amazement!”

 

Honestly, I am only thinking about his hard centimeters. He’s okay with kissing and his looks, acceptable. But with pants off, his engorgement is even larger than I expected!

 

“Yes,” I tell him,”I am a girl of sexy characteristics. Now, put your penis in me!”

 

He nods with vigor … but then has a look full of hesitation.

 

“What?” I ask him. “Don’t worry, you’re my boyfriend, so no-condom sex is okay.”

 

“That’s good,” he says, “but … I’m seeing and touching this beautiful front of yours so much, your back is a place of neglected! Can … can we pretend the sex of animals, so I can see your back and bottom too?”

 

Possibly I should have found suspicion at him then. But my vagina — so eager for his swollen penis!

 

“Sure!” (I’m already turned around on hands and knees to say it.)

 

He moans. “so … beautiful … ohhh …”

 

Quickly, he is fondling my bottom and scooting in right against it where his rigid centimeters press all along my slit and bottom-crack. He pushes and rubs there … I am wild for his sex!

 

“It’s intercourse time, you!” I tell him. “The vagina of your girlfriend is starving to have cream in it!”

 

“Sorry, you’re just so full of beauty back here!”

 

“Sure, I know, but admiring and fondling steps are done! Time for the steps of inserting and sexing and expelling the cream of your balls into me!”

 

He gulps very loud. Then I feel his belly and crotch move away some, and he lets go of my bottom-cheek one-handedly so he can point himself right, and …

 

My poor neighbors! So much noise I make from the slide of his large cock going in!

 

“Yes!” I shout. “It’s so big!”

 

He slides in, out, in, out several times very fast.

 

“Ooh … ooh … so pleasing!” he says. His chest falls forward against my back and his one hand supports him. (I don’t notice what’s up with his other hand, I’m too full of large man-dong.) “Yes, I like vagina so much!”

 

What a liar!

 

Stroke, stroke, stroke, I’m enjoying his thrusts, very thick and filling and fast. But after just four or five …

 

“Oops!”

 

It slips out.

 

Readers, a cock that big doesn’t just slip out! It extends so far into a girl’s vagina, the man has to pull very far back to free it!

 

“So sorry!” he says. “Here …” His hand fumbles between us right away, but I’m not thinking, “Hmm, why is his hand so ready to reach in there?” I’m only eager for more penis within me. I feel his round cock-head touch my clit, then my slit … as soon as it’s even a little way in between the vagina lips, I’m ready to push my whole body backwards to swallow it!

 

But the cockhead keeps sliding upward!

 

“Hey,” I tell him, “you mi—“

 

“UH!!!”

 

My ass-opening! So wide in shock, my eyes and mouth! His enormous dong goes right in my hole of anal! All the way! So instant! I don’t even have time to gasp, and then he is having the most rapid sodomy in my behind!

 

“Uh! Uh! Uh!”

 

Readers, I’m a girl with very experienced orifices. Anal-sexing doesn’t provide me any discomfort in usual cases. Still, it’s so lucky my vagina had juiced to a wet extreme from the making out and nakedness and sex-hunger for his large cock, so that even those few thrustings slipperied up his length. Otherwise, that horse-big erection would not go in with much ease!

 

“It’s — that’s —“

 

But there’s no use to tell him he’s in the wrong hole … the power of grunting and thrusting is so much, I can tell his brains are all the way down in his testicles.

 

Plus, it feels okay.

 

Actually, pretty good.

 

His noises of rudeness as he jams my rectum, though!

 

“UH! UH! GLUHHH!!!”

 

Such a mindless dodger! His anal-sexing is the wild lunge of animality, no brains at all.

 

“UH! UH! FUHHGHLK! UHH!”

 

Okay, so, the next part of the story is, so much anal-sexing that night! Readers, he creamed very fast in my behind, spurt spurt spurt! And I'm thinking, you shifty dodger, just cocking into my unexpecting bottom and then making all that grunty noise and now squirting so quick there’s barely time to start thinking it felt good before -- over!

 

Except, he doesn't pull out. Nope, just flops down so his chest sweats against my back and his chin is over my shoulder and he gasps and pants in my ear but his penis ... still mostly hard and stuck far into my bowel!

 

"so good ... uhhh ... ohh ... so good," he says. 

 

Sweat sweat sweat. My back is so slick. Pant pant pant. My ear is so hot.

 

"Okay," he says. "Okay. I'm going to fuck you more now, is that all right?"

 

He's a quick recoverer at least! I think.

 

"Yes," I tell him. "Maybe not so fast in the creaming aspect."

 

"I'm so sorry," he says, with sheepiness. "It's hard to last in such a beautiful and tight bottom. I'll try. UHH!"

 

And just like that, he's anal-sexing me again. In and out, push push push deep, sweaty chest sliding against my back ... and more with the crazy grunt sounds.

 

"Nguhh, nguhh, NNGH! GLULPHH! Uah-AH!"

 

I think very hard about how his centimeters feel making sodomy into me, so beastly dirty but also such excellent sensation. I close my eyes to picture the erectness of his dick plugging so deep and then sliding back outward and then plugging again.

 

"Mmm," I say. It's a hint of maybe a better sound he could make. "Mm-hmmm, ooohhh ..."

 

"NNGFFF! UH! YRRGH!"

 

Visualize, Akane! I command myself. I try to see in my mind the poking fat bulb of his penis tip expanding my poop-tunnel, exploring my flesh with so much stiff round shaft following behind it. It's starting to feel so good ...

 

But then ...

 

"UUHHHHHH!"

 

I have a rectum full of throbbing dodger dick. It's a good feeling throb, you know, and also there's very hot cream spouting far inside my anal reaches with exceptional force. Such a strong spout of cream! It's filling my colon, I think.

 

But still no orgasm for Akane!

 

"Hey," I say. "You! I love to be creamed, but the girl must orgasm too!"

 

"Oh," he says. Pant pant pant (he's panting again, I can feel his lungs swelling his chest against my back every breath). "Didn't you?"

 

"I'm very loud at orgasming," I tell him. "You would definitely know if I did it."

 

"Well, I guess I have to fuck you some more in your amazing asshole. It's so good, Akane! I love sexing inside this very tight anus!"

 

Just that quick, and he's up off my back and grabbing me at the waist to start plunging again!

 

"UH! UH! UH! GAHHH YOUR BOTTOM! NGUHH!"

 

Readers, how many times do you think he creamed in my backside before I finally orgasmed?

 

FIVE.

 

I'm so lucky my bottom-hole is so stretchy and fit, or I would have to make him stop after just two or three, because he was sexing SO HARD into my behind.

 

At last, when he had creamed me four times and he was bumping up into my anus for the fifth one, I realized I could feel some hot seed leaking out of me around his cock root and running down my legs, and that is when I finally exploded and screamed from my coming.

 

I was so sore the next morning! He wasn't there, because I made him go home after anal-sexing number five. Six would kill me!

 

Anyway, next time, I told him we needed to missionary sex, no more butt stuff. And he said okay, but got a sad look on his face. Readers, I can't orgasm with a sad face looking down at me. It was okay sex, but obviously, we wouldn't come that way.

 

So I said, "Fine. Pull out and you can butt sex me again." And he became so excited and his penis swelled even harder in my vagina -- but only for a second, because he got it out so fast. So then I'm sighing and lifting my legs higher, and the very first second he can, he pushes in hard and sticks his whole engorged stiffy up my bottom.

 

He was only my boyfriend for six dates, and there was anal-sexing at the end of every one of them, and then do you know what?

 

He broke up with me!

 

"I'm sorry, Akane," he said. "You are so beautiful and I love sexing your bottom so much, but the sound of your orgasm screaming is very unattractive. I think I can only be your boyfriend if you promise not to orgasm very often."

 

Okay, so he didn't actually break up with me, he only said that insane thing as if it didn't mean we must break up immediately. So the breaking up was technically me, but I don't count it.

 

You don't think I should, do you?

 

The Next Dodger! So Bad!

Hello, Blog Readers!

I have bad boyfriend story number two for you!

This boyfriend was a favor to my good friend Kimiko. "My brother ... so sad, Akane! His girlfriends always leave him, I don't know why. He's cute! Very smart! Polite always! If I have him ask you, can you date him? He is the most diligent brother, I'm sure he's appropriate for your boyfriend. Please?" 

When ever did Kimiko deceive her good friend Akane? It's unthinkable. This boy must be a great chance.

(Also I am so sex-hungry. Only masturbating for at least two months! The famine of my vagina ... )

We go dating to a movie and afterwards coffee. So pleasant! I'm excited with potential ... truthful Kimiko proves her exceptional friendship! This brother has humor! Very pretty eyes too. I like his smiling. I think, "These pretty eyes and smiling ... how ideal to look up at them while a penis is creaming inside me ..."

I must make it happen.

It's no good to be too quick with Kimiko's brother, though! She'll think he's ungentlemanly to sex her good friend on a first date. Plus, I bring up several times at coffee having no boyfriend, but he's not sleuthing my hint.

So much masturbating in my apartment that night. Readers, I wake the next morning with all fingers stuck together by vagina juice ... sworn truth!

Second date ... several times he says how pretty I am -- same as from first date. But this time he says, "You know? I think you'd have even more beauty with glasses. Do you wear contacts?" I think, What a weird question! "No, I have sharp eyes! Very good for seeing, sorry my vision is okay." He shrugs. "Of course it's not important." Well, it's important for me that I see nicely! But this gives me opportunity. "It can be important if you want," I tell him. "Only Kimiko's brother gets to say what's important for him in a girlfriend."

His face, suddenly shining so bright!

Oh, I want to see this shine on his face when he is inside me, shooting so much cream very deep into the belly of Akane!

"It's so good that a girl says so." The happiness of his smile! "I could definitely be with a girlfriend this considerate."

Yes! Sex tonight, Akane!

But he says, "Let's go to dinner tomorrow and we can be a couple officially!"

What? My panties, they drip for Kimiko's brother! What's wrong for tonight? But I bite my lip and smile and nod. Be patient, Akane! Look at his pleasureful face ... imagine, if just thinking dinner and couple officialness brings such joy on his features, how amazing the expression will be when your vagina entices the seed from his testicles in a fountain!

Next night, dinner is a fancy one. Halfway through, he brings out some box and deposits it before my plate. A gift for his girlfriend! What is it? A necklace? A bracelet? My knees press together and I squeeze my thighs tight so the restaurant chair is not drowned in vagina sauce.

But when I open it?!?

It's glasses.

I look up at him ... his smile is very expecting ...

Akane! When you meant it's okay if he turns down a girl for glasseslessness, he thought you meant you would wear them!

It's a cemetary of misunderstood. But how to tell him when he smiles like that?

I want so bad to see that smile while we are sexing together!

What are you doing, hands? They are picking up the glasses! Those plastic arms, easy to unfold, my fingers feel them slim and cool. Hands, are you sure! This might not be good ... The glasses arise with proximity to my face, and hands say, Very sure, Akane! Listen to your lungs and you'll see it!

It's true: my lungs are breathing so fast. Hot breaths of sex-preparing.

I slide the glasses on! I look at him. The beautiful eyes ... the beautiful smile ... what a blur! I see tooth-white like half a moon under his nose. His smile is becoming into a grin, he is so happy. But I can't see this pretty grin, only its white.

Then his grin turns into a moving mouth because he's talking. So strange ... the grin went before I saw it nicely, but I hear it in his voice. He is breathless with happy.

"Oh, yes," he says. "She is so beautiful, my girlfriend! Do you like them?"

His girlfriend! My sex-parts force the answer.

"Yes ...?" Akane! Don't be a truthless liar! "But everything looks too weird?"

"They're an old pair of Kimiko's," he explains, leaning forward on one elbow so he can admire me closer. With the nearing, I'm better at seeing him ... but only a little. "She only has a tiny prescription, so it shouldn't be too hard seeing through."

What! This gift is just second-hand glasses?!?

My mouth opens like it might speak but he keeps talking.

"Yes, so angelic ..." It's a dreamy murmur. I feel asleep as his hand reaches out from bad, foggy focus. He brushes my cheek. My heart! Thudding so hard! "Finally, you can be my girlfriend."

Finally? It's a weird word to use on date number three, right? Only I am a pool of hot vagina butter, so I don't notice it completely. Sex with him! It's really tonight! The cream of Kimiko's brother will fill me!

My hand is shaking through the finish of our meal because I have such a want for his cream. But it's weird ... this blurry food has less flavor for appetizing me. And Kimiko's brother talks and talks, his voice pretty like a song of birds, but all the words are blurred also.

Then we are done and he has paid and comes and gentlemanly pulls out my chair and I stand ...

With the brother behind me, the whole world is in front of the glasses, all wobbling and curved! I have to squeeze shut my eyes. When they open again ... even worse. I take off the glasses and fold them or I will heave sickness all over the table.

"Oh," he says. "You're not wearing them?"

I can't say I don't like them or it's no sex for Akane!

"Well ... I have a little headache."

He gasps. "No! My sweet girlfriend should not have a head pain. You must rest and get better. I will take you home."

YES!

Take me home, Kimiko's brother! Put me in bed and rest your erection in me! (So Akane's head feels better.) Rest your weight on my body! Release your cream to rest in my belly! 

But ...

Readers, he only drops me off.

"I'll come tomorrow night," he says. "You'll have a better feeling then. Answer my knock in your glasses, and I'll have another present for you!"

What?!?

Another night of only masturbating for Akane.

Also the next morning.

Also all day long (because it is Saturday).

Only with so much masturbating do I survive this wait of unendurable. But at last time is nearing! I get ready in my dress of most sexiness, with a bra that has great ease of removal. Then I think, Why a bra at all? and I take it off. I look in the mirror.

Such a sexy girl is Akane! Look ... the crease where her breasts meet! The swell of no-bra nipples under this dress of silky! Kimiko's brother can never resist such enticement!

The door gives a knock. I hurry over.

Almost I forget the glasses!

No, Akane! You must wear them for your present! And to fire his arouse!

So I grab them and right at the door I put them on.

Maybe not so bad, I am thinking. I see door, I see doorknob ...

But when I open the door! The world! Kimiko's brother is there, but behind him it's a smear with wobbles on all edges! I squeeze eyes tight and tell him "Hello" and step behind door to open wider for him. He comes in, so I peek enough to get it closed again without crushing my new boyfriend.

He sets something on my floor. A bag!

"Here," he says with his touch on my shoulder, "let me see."

I let my eyelids lift some more. It's not so bright, and not so big. Kimiko's brother = a little blurry, my room behind him = more blurry, but I can survive it. I let out one breath in my relief of able to sort of see.

"Ohhh," my new boyfriend tells me. "So, so beautiful! Are you more familiar with them yet?"

What? Does he think I wore them at all until just now? I only nod.

"Here!" he says, lifting up his bag. "Your present!"

But he doesn't offer this to me ... he reaches in and brings a hanger and garment from inside. I squint and blink. He holds out the garment at me. It's yellow, so that's okay. Yellow is a color I look good in... But is it a long top? Is it a top and a skirt? Is it a short, short dress? Maybe a short, short dress! Easy to have sex in, you just flip up the hem and there are no panties below ... I bring it closer and peer. Squint! Squint! Peer!

It's a top, long sleeves with sailor collar, plus below on the hanger bar a skirt. 

"Do you like it?"

I nod. "Yes!"

It's kind of a deceit ... the outfit looks cute, only how can I be sure when it's so smeary? I look at him. Smears of eyes looking at me. Smears of a mouth, I think it's in a smile.

"You should try it on!"

"Right now?" I'm surprised at it because of course I have only one room. So small the apartment where I live! But already he will be seeing you with clothes off! How can he resist the bared body of Akane? There will be interruption for sex before the outfit is tried! "Okay!"

"I'll turn around to permit your changing. Unless I must wait on the stoop?" 

What? No, watch to see the body and curves that will not be resisted! But he's being gentlemanly ... I'm embarrassed to tell him he can look at my undressing. I go to a cabinet (in my "kitchen" -- a small counter and cabinet plus sink, microwave and hot-pad) and hang these garments on the knob. I reach behind me for the always struggle of unzip ... Aha! A moment of chance, Akane! Seduce with the bareness of your back!

"Hey, Kimiko's brother, a girlfriend needs her boyfriend helping sometimes!"

I explain to him. He comes over and there's a fumble of fingers at my zipper. So bad at unzipping a sexy girl! Poor Kimiko's brother, they're definite signs of no practice at this. But finally, it's all unzipped. Before he can turn, I make sure I shrug and wiggle and begin the collapse of my sex-trap dress. Down it slides!

Now he must reach out, I think. The shoulders of Akane, her back, and just outside seeing ... such breasts she has! All naked and immediate before me -- how can I not touch?

But ... he does not! I hear his steps -- several, almost back to the door for sure! What!

He is gentlemanly ... he is gentlemanly ... I remind myself on repeat. Meanwhile, sex-trap dress is off. New top must pull over the head of Akane, excellent excuse to remove glasses a little. On the counter with them!

Now I see the sailor-suit top of yellow and its skirt. Cute, yes ... are these familiar? Maybe? What's the reason ...?

Who cares! Sooner on, sooner off ... sooner off, sooner sexing!

I hurry into the top, then the bottom. Above one shoulder, I glance at this strange new boyfriend. Still turned away! My wall mirror says, "Straighten that part, Akane. Smooth down this other. Your hair! Well, not too disastrous from putting a head into the top ..."

Finally, I turn to him. My lips open to say, "Here! Look at your girlfriend in new clothes of gifting!" I'm excited to see the look on his face ... oh no! The lips of Akane shut and scowl.

I must put on these stupid glasses of a boyfriend's obsessing.

Now he's a smear again. I sigh, but I keep it unloud.

"Dressed now!" It's work to sound excited. "You can turn!"

The boyfriend smear gives some wobbling. Then ... I hear him gasp!

"So perfect!" He rushes closer. A little less smeary. I see his wide eyes because there's so much white of them. "I ... I must have you!"

What!!! He can ignore the naked back of Akane, but must sex Akane in a sailor-suit right away?!?

But I didn't think that, Blog Readers. Because, you know ... I have panties so full of vagina drool. Only masturbating for so long! Three dates with no sex! The vagina of Akane is beyond all restrain.

Before I know, my futon is out. My cunt-gushed panties are off. I'm on my backside. Skirt is flipped up, legs are so widely spread! The brother of Kimiko has pants shoved down and crawls speedily over his lust-crazy girlfriend. It's too quick to even see what a hard penis he has -- there's a smeary blur that I look at and think, "Is that --" and then it is inside me!

Readers, I had so much need for penis just then. My vagina turned a melt so heavenly with this intrusion of meat. He is on top of me, my horny new boyfriend. He is grunting and thrusting! In! Out! In! Out!

So good!

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" I say. The moans of us both!

"Yes, so beautiful ..." His voice trembling! His swollen maleness diving into me, over, over! "So beautiful ..."

I don't even mind the blur of those glasses. The sex going on inside me -- everything would be smeary from it anyway! I'm orgasming so soon. My voice cries out, "Yes! Yes!"

"Uh! Uh!" says Kimiko's brother, pushing fat and hard penis-strokes into my vagina. My starvation of lust gobbles in every thrust ... such a gluttony cunt ... more, more, more ... gorging and orgasming ... Throb! Throb! He is so fast now ... how it explodes my mind! "So ... UH! ... beautiful ... UH! UH! ..."

I pant and gasp beneath him while he is shoving and quivering and making grunts that turn into squeaks. The excellence of his fuckery!

I hear him nearing it: "Oh, oh, oh ..." In a moment, it will be a nuclear orgasm for me, and then I will swell with his cream, and ...

"AaaAAAHHHH -- KIMIKO!"

WHAT?!?

I only lie blinking with his penis spurting me full of the cream I starved over so long.

Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.

His weight is crushing me now. So heavy! He is gasping at my ear and saying a name, but not my name!

"... kimiko ... kimiko ..."

Spurt.

I'm on my futon under a man of squashing weight, full of cream I did not get to enjoy, in a stupid yellow sailor-suit that -- Readers! It's Kimiko's old outfit! I knew it had too much familiar of appearance ... I can see her in it now that I remember. Gag! The sex was so good until that last, but now I am a deep vat of sticky-cream shame.

I made him fuck me naked with no glasses or Kimiko clothes after that, or else I would tell on him. But he could only sex well if he thought it was his sister. I got barely one orgasm from this kind of not-incesty sex, and then his penis lost interest and turned floppy like noodles without even creaming again.

His sister ... so angry when I would not tell her why I had to break up on her brother. But what can I say? "Sorry, Kimiko, it's too hard to fuck him when he only says your name, and he's terrible at sex for no-glasses Akane."

But the ending is even stranger! At last Kimiko wasn't mad anymore and we could be good friends again and one time we drank so much at a karaoke bar and she asked me about her brother and drunk Akane forgot to be secretive. So drunk, both of us! We laughed and laughed at my mystery uncurtained.

Only from then on ...

I never saw Kimiko or her brother get a new boyfriend or girlfriend, ever.

Hmm!

And ...

Later they moved to Paris together!

I get emails from Kimiko sometimes. We’re still good friends! But the dodger brother is too ashamed to write … or too busy sexing his sister!

Scandal! But in Paris maybe they don’t care.

Explanation!

Blog Readers!

Maybe it's not clear how I got to have such a plenty of dodger boyfriends. If you want to understand better, here are some words about it.

Okay, so I only have sex with boyfriends, never some swingy dodger from a club. Club guys? I think they're unreliable. "Your dancing excels! We should have sex!" "Yes, sure, it's a logical next step!" If this results in many-orgasms sex, and after, zip, he's gone and never shows up again, it's such frustration at only having the many-orgasms sex with him once. Or, if he's sex-bad, why did I bother in place number one? If sex is with a boyfriend, and good, you know he'll be back. Boyfriend + bad sex still equals some dinners and there could be a movie or two before breakup. Plus maybe he's funny and bad sex can be tolerated a while.

With club guys it's a gamble. No club guys for Akane, only boyfriends!

But you know, I'm easy to convince to be a girlfriend. It's because, remember, after breakups I get sex-crazed. So a cute guy says hi in a coffee shop, and very quickly we're flirting, and I say something like, "Haha, it's good you're so cute, because I need a boyfriend!" Does this ever fail? No, never. It's flirting, flirting, "Would you like to go for dinner?" "Yes, please!" "How is your udon?" "Tasty! Slurp!" I always order udon noodles and slurp them until he's ready to bust seams in his pants. "Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!" "So, um ... what is your job?" "Sexy doll site model! It's my laziest talent. So easy to earn money just from having such breasts and hanging them out a bit." "Um ..." "Take your phone out, I'll tell you the URL so you can see. Slurp!"

Very soon, he's my boyfriend. Sometimes it takes two dinners. But only when I'm a little less sex-hungry. 

We get back to my place, and he says, "Um ... I have condoms" or "Do you have condoms?" First kind, we use a condom because he's gentlemanly with this preparation. If he has two squeezes of cream available, it's condoms for both of them. If he has three, bashful Akane appears at the third start and says, "You know, you can skip it if you're my boyfriend ..." Second kind, I just say, "You didn't bring them? I only have no-condom sex with a boyfriend." Either way, he's my boyfriend before we're done. Then, you know, it's routine. So much sex.

Does this make the bad-boyfriend history of Akane more sensible to you, Blog Readers?

I hope so.

Next time, back to real stories of dodgers!

Gift-Card Dodger (Part Two)

Okay, so you know ... it's sex-hungry Akane when she hasn't had a boyfriend in a while. I was so sex-hungry when Gift-card Guy gift-carded me!

And even though I didn't orgasm that time, and even though my futon = death by flood of cream, and even though I felt sticky all over for so many days ... Blog Readers, he creamed me for so long. There's no breaking up with someone who can cream like that, at least not soon.

I love the creaming, okay? Akane must be sperm-filled!

There I am ... he didn't stay because, "Wow, disgusting futon. Sorry, not sleeping on that!" I'm alone and sticky. There's still so much inside me!

His cream = lube for my vibrator. I masturbate so hard with it!

Almost enough to make up for the no-orgasm sex.

Now I think, "The secret's out! He's such an extended creamer! Even if I don't orgasm from his sexing next time, I know I can grind on his spurt-spurt-spurting penis until I do. Then he can be a boyfriend with value."

There's a predictable outcome, right? He never did that again.

Very fast with his orgasm, cream amount all normal, no orgasm for Akane.

Plus.

Readers.

Those gift cards!

He worked at a company or something. It was all scamming! No one gave him gift cards!

We could only eat places he had cards to. When he's out of cards? More too-fast sex in my apartment. I never even asked him about interests.

Five or six bad sexings in, I broke up with that dodger just for being so bad at sex.

(The End)

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Uh-oh. The embarrassment of imbalance! This part, too much shorter than Part One!

Readers, I'm so sorry. Now you think Akane's blog will always disappoint.

Be more careful, Akane! Plan more ahead! If there will be two parts, measure the lengths!

Blogging ... what a challenge. I should have consulted with girlfriends and boyfriend -- bloggers of experience! Girlfriends, boyfriend, you must advice me!

I'll be more careful for future blogging, Readers, I promise.

Please don't abandon the blog of Akane!

Gift-Card Dodger (Part 1)

One boyfriend, I met at the bookstore. Right away you think, "Can't be SO bad, shopping in the bookstore?" Wrong, though! This dodger followed me in when I wasn't looking! (He told me later ... like he was proud of it!)

Hmm-hm-hmmm, thinks Akane shopping for books. She takes one off the shelf (fantasy section). "Oh, Miss! That's a good one, trust me!" Is it a helping shop staff boy? No, just some guy, okay-level cute. His hair, though ... messy! It's a bad haircut mixed with no-good combing. But he smiles so nicely and has smart-guy-ish glasses. I like smart guys! "What's it about?" (I only thought the cover looked like a promise of excitement ... steampunk girl with very large gun and breasts.) "Oh, it's so good! I won't burgle your reading joy with spoilers. So, so good! Look, I'll buy it for you and also take you to coffee, how about it?"

Free book + free coffee + smart-looking and okay-cute guy = "Sure, yes! Thank you so much!"

At the counter, he has a gift card. Okay, so he's not spending big on me, just a guy with spare gift-card money. But then ... same at the cafe! No trouble though, right? Somebody likes this guy enough to give him gift cards, I think.

Coffee wrecks the will of Akane! Tasty and the odor, so good!

Gift-card Guy has a hot stare.

Blog Readers, his stare! SO hot.

He's talking this and that. I ask what novelists appeal most for him, and it's warning sign number 1! "Oh, I don't pay so much attention to authors." That dodger! But he's staring at me so hot while he talks, and his smile has nice enthusiasm too.

I'm thinking, "This guy wants to have sex with you, Akane. Do you want ANOTHER right-away sex-doing boyfriend?" Then I'm thinking, "I don't know, I'm so sex-hungry!" Too hard to think looking at such a hot stare.

"So ... you must have a boyfriend, right? It's obvious, considering how pretty you are."

"No, I broke up with the last one."

"What a loser!" He laughs so loud! It makes me mad, a little. He thinks I'd be dating a loser! But still ... it's true, isn't it, Akane? (Yes, last guy was a loser. Ugh, such a bad boyfriend! Loud with snoring and many farts in the night! So gaseous.) "Let me tell you, Akane, if I was your boyfriend I'd guarantee it ... you won't want to break up, ever!" (Wrong!) "I'll be so good in the boyfriend department!" (Nope.) "Let me take you to dinner!"

So that night we're in my apartment making sex. He's doing okay, pretty good in the erection area, a very fast thruster. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Akane! Uh! Uh! Uh!" Not so creative in the sex-talk area, and very grunty. My vagina really wants his cream, though, so it doesn't mind the gruntiness. "Uh! Uh! Uhhhh!" So ... uh-oh, he sounds close. No orgasm yet for Akane!  The sex is good enough, penis doing an all-right job, but it's so soon ... not yet! 

(I orgasm very fast, mostly. But I didn't tell you, he has glasses off for the sex, and without them, his eyes are so crossed! There's okay sex happening in my vagina, but the crossed eyes ... so distracting.)

 "UH! UH! UH! AHHHKANE!"

So disappointing! His very first time in me, and he's so impolite he can't wait until I get my orgasm? I feel his cream ejecting into me and I love being creamed so much, but I'm too far from an orgasm. No point even to grind hard and hope I reach it before he stops expelling.

But, Blog Readers.

His penis won't finish! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! It just continues! He's not pushing or grunting anymore, just lying on me with a hose-penis ejecting huge volumes of cream into my vagina. He does some moaning too.

How much is in him?!?

My belly feels hot and slippery-full with such a gooey river of cream ...I realize, "I should have tried grinding!" But how could I know it would go on so long?

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

Readers, there's cream starting to leak out from around his penis where it goes into me! How is there so much?

"Hey! You!" I shake him ... he's snoring! He's asleep with his penis still in me and orgasming! "Wake up!"

"What???"

He's too startled! He jumps up, out comes his penis, not stopping at all! Cream everywhere! It's flying all over my belly and legs, all over the futon! I'm covered in so much of it, dripping and glopping everywhere, like in a bukkake but it's only him!

"Stop! Stop! It's too messy!"

Put your mouth on it, Akane! It can't go on forever!

I have to put my hands before my face to get to it ... cream covers my fingers and the palms, runs down my arms to the elbows. I squeeze shut my eyes to move my hand and swallow him. It's all over my face before I find his penis-end with my mouth. I lean hard forward and gulp and gulp ... it won't stop! It's hot down my throat and into my tummy, slick and squishy! Down below, so much is leaking from my vagina down my legs. My poor futon!

He still won't stop!

"Sorry! Sorry! This is original for me! Ahhhh, it's ... uhhhhh!"

Finally, I hit him very hard in his guts.

"Ow!"

The creaming stops. He falls back onto his butt. The cream is everywhere, my face, my breasts. my hair, my stomach ... bulging my tummy where I drank so much, draining out from belly through my vagina, running down my legs ... and what does he say?

"Do you always get so messy with sex? It was very good, but you should take a bath now, Akane."

I just crawled to his shirt and used it to wipe up all his leakage.

(The end (of part 1))