April 10, 2020

Dear Diary,

I made a big mistake. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!

B called me, out of the blue. He was still sad about the breakup, his business was fucked thanks to covid, he just wanted to see me. I said no way, I'm not seeing anyone, no way I'm getting that fucking virus. He swore up and down he hadn't been around anyone. So, like the stupid pushover I am, I said okay.

Of course, within about two minutes of him being in my apartment, he was in my pussy. Did I say I'm a pushover? Nah, I'm just a horny bitch.

Here's the thing, Diary. I used to LOVE his thingy up my vagihooha. Like, loooove. But this time? It just wasn't doing it for me. At all. And I think we both know why.

So I smiled all sweetly at him and asked him if we wanted to do that thing he always used to bug me about doing. Namely, taking a drive down the ol' Hershey highway. His eyes practically bugged out of their sockets cartoon-style and his head looked like it was gonna fall off from nodding so rapidly. I tossed him the family size container of lube, got on all fours, and wiggled my cute tushy at him. He was all, "I'm gonna be gentle with you, baby," and I let him slowly lube me with his finger, but really I just wanted him to fuck the shit out of me. Just didn't want to scare him into thinking I was some crazy sex freak now, which considering what ultimately happened was smart thinking on my part.

Anyway. He put his cock in my ass. The first ever real live human cock up the butt of Anna Kendrick, professional movie star and amateur sodomy whore. He was moaning and groaning happily, telling me how tight my ass was, how special it was I was letting him do this, asking me if I was doing okay, being all sensitive loverman. All I could think about was sucking his dick after it was all stanky with my buttjuice. Seriously, that thought was getting me crazy hot. I started grinding back against him, trying to get more and more of him deep in my hot rectum. My cunt was OOZING imagining how nasty good his cock was gonna taste.

He came pretty fucking fast, a bit faster than I would have liked, honestly. And Diary, feeling his creamy cum erupt into my asshole... Oh. Fuck. Yes. Anna. Likey!! What a sensation. Every nerve ending in my hot little ass was oohing and aahing and bathing in a sticky hot shower of yumminess. It was fucking amazing.

"That was fucking amazing," he said, which was funny because I had literally just thought that. Time for me to blow your mind, I thought. I looked over my shoulder at him, gave him my best sexy little girl smile, and said, "Can I suck your cock now, daddy?"

The look on his face was like a kid getting all the presents at Christmas. I pulled off his cock, turned around, and started to move my head down.

His face took a turn, like a kid getting coal for Christmas. "Um...better not, actually. It's...er...a little dirty."

I looked at his cock. Yup, there were streaks of brown along the shaft, and a few clumps on the head mixed with his cum. I stared at it and...well...I don't really know what I was thinking. Actually, I wasn't thinking at all. All I knew was I needed to taste that cock that had been in my asshole. And if that meant getting a little dirty...

Diary, before he could stop me -- hell, before I could stop myself -- I opened my mouth wide and took his dirty, nasty cock inside my parted lips. I tasted the filth of my ass mixed with his cum mixed with the meaty flavor of cock. I impaled myself, pushing his dick all the way down, making sure that I could savor every stinking inch of him.

When I came back up for air, B was looking at me like...well, like I was the most disgusting thing he'd ever seen. He stood up from the bed quickly and went into the bathroom to wash himself. I sat quietly on the bed, heart pounding, realizing with a sick feeling that I had shown him a side of me that I probably shouldn't have. At the same time, the taste of my filthy ass in my mouth was beyond intoxicating. All I wanted to do was masturbate like mad and put EVERYTHING in my asshole.

He came out, barely glanced at me, got dressed quickly. When he finally looked at me, he said that he couldn't believe that I had such little self respect to do something so degrading. He said he didn't think he wanted to know me any more and then he left.

I'm not particularly sad he's out of my life. My big fear is that he's going to tell people about what a sick fucking freak I have become. Because it is painfully clear to me now that I am indeed becoming someone new. Someone who doesn't find these sorts of things degrading but, instead, fucking exciting.

I guess I need to start looking for people who are like me.