Since returning from my mini wild wild west vacation–I have for some reason have been hit far more than usual. Typically I am not the type of girl who gets hit on often–I think I scare a great deal of men and the others are just not into what I have to offer. But, don’t get me wrong neither of these are a problem to me. I actually like scaring men with my zealous confidence and those who are not physically into my curves, my round ass, my globe tits and woman belly well there are that many more who are.

I have a theory about when men hit on me and why. First which is proven science by strippers everywhere– is fertility. Men, the dogs they are, can smell when I am primed to fucked and filled with cum. According to Psychology Today strippers make $20 more and hour when ovulating. Men know this, they sense it, they smell it–and are willing to pay for it.

In my own experience this is certainly true. On that oh so special week before my period– I feel like an animal with men’s nose s glued to my ass seeking a sniff, burrowing into my pussy. I like it, it makes me feel powerful. It makes me want to feel cock filling me up. I become more aggressive than usual–it makes me want to push you down on my bed and crawl the length of your body–letting my pussy feel all parts of you–with lingering attention paid to your throbbing branch– until I am straddling you face with my strong thighs flanking the side of your head and my cunt ceasing the flow of your words.

My second theory, not proven, is that men can sense when I have just recently fucked. Differently than those men who can tell I just fucked myself–the effect of fucking ones self are brief compared to being fucked by another. The bliss shows on my face, my walk, my smile and my attitude for days even weeks after–depending on the cock.

It is not that the sex I had on my camping trip was the best most explosive sex ever, it was that it came unexpected. I was not hunting for cock, just having a good time. It was a simple mutual drunken attraction–and this is what I think has caused the residual fruit of male flirtation this week. The men folk have sensed I like to be fucked.

Whatever it may be, I certainly have been enjoying it and it has left me cock hungry and in state of needy pussyness.