ULTIMATE SEXY SINGLES

Oh that game was another total waste! I cheerdanced with all my life and for what? A high school’s sorry excuse for a basketball team filled with super loser players! Not a single win for two years now. Ugh!

The only good thing in that game–and in the team EVER–was coach Neil. Tall, muscular, very manly, hot, hot, HOT! He’s like the complete dream package for every girl and woman. The absolute man to be with! Heh, every girl fantasizes about him while I no longer indulge in that daydream… ‘coz I’ve already played with him! Duh, like, total cheerleader protocol to get on her knees for the coach on her first pompom day? I don’t care much about the team shaming the school with every loss. For each time coach Neil covers my face with his cum it offsets all the stupid bad things the players keep doing on the court. I love his dick slapping on my face and he loves fucking my tiny little body. Not my fault his wife has gone all wrinkly and soggy after bearing four bratty kids.

With every missed shot a dumbass player made that this afternoon I simply looked at the yelling coach Neil and felt my nipples get hard seeing him so angry. “Oooh he’s gonna rip my clothes again in his office tonight,” I giggled at myself. And true enough, he let out all his frustration by wasting my cheerleader uniform and bathing me with his hot cum over and over after the lost game. That man sure do know how to play…

But he’s not the only one I get to please. There’s also Mr Ford, our math teacher. He’s already in his 40’s but he has what’s got to be the sexiest body in the entire campus. And next to playing with numbers he loves to play with a girl’s tits–especially his students’. So despite all those F- quizzes, I still get to pass Math each term and get to drink Mr Ford’s milk on a weekly basis. I heard he just got divorced so maybe I’ll try considering his offer of private Algebra lessons in his home for a weekend… or seven.

… Maybe right after my private weekend with Sir Francis from Enlish literature whose wife is vacationing in England. Hello, whose panties won’t fall off after a six-footer with killer eyes and a sexy accent! I cum over and over whenever he whispers dirty words into my ear while his dick humps my tight pussy. British men sure are hot, horny sweet talkers…

Now who says cheerleaders are useless in school? I’m even more productive than our wannabe varsity players! Without me, how will these cheating husbands get on with their sad lives?

So yeah I dumped this yuppie who loves his race car more than anything else. I thought he was hot when we met at a bar the other week, but turned out he was man enough only until the third date—and the second base. Other than that, he has nothing else to talk about other than wheels and mugs and headlights and what-do-I-know-about-those-car-crap. Next thing I knew I was again wasting a nice tube top one Saturday night when he spent the entire evening arguing over his racer buddy which new car is the best. I should’ve known better than to agree on a snack in their favorite hangout. Kept exchanging looks with that buddy’s girlfriend too and both of us knew we picked the wrong guys. So two days later: buh-bye.

BTW that was also before I gave the boot to this other loser who wouldn’t go out with me unless his mommy approves the places we’d be going to. I mean, hello! Was there a parole or something?

I am sooo fed up with guys my age or below, a.k.a. boys pretending to be men. I’m 25. I’m too young and wild to be their mother! I want real passion, if not equal to mine then perhaps greater, which will definitely satisfy my needs as a woman. I want new things, new experiences. I want more fun, more excitement, more thrills! I do want to play more, but this time I want to play with real men. Time to tap into an the ultimate date source: older men.

From what I’ve heard, they know how to treat a lady right, above all things. They have more experiences, so us young women can definitely learn a thing or two from them… making older men the ideal activity partner: young bachelors and even eager husbands. I wouldn’t mind cheating with one husband or two. Or seven. I’m sure those a bit tired from their wives are willing to meet young women like me for new experiences too. (And we have new tricks to show them as well, right girls?) Well, as long as they give me what I need from a real man, then we’re all good…