I am catching a way too early, especially for a Vixen, flight to Chicago this morning.

Yup–going to go fuck some more of that rock solid cock I had during my sexcation.

This move is unlike me, I don’t really drop everything and go off and leave the West Coast for the frigid Mid-West for just any man. But–the offer was too good to pass. Three days of solid hotel cock, rest, relaxation and whole lot of bucking, fucking and grinding–plus a hot tub and pool.

Generous Chicago man wants some more librarian pussy and I want some more Chicago style sausage. I am excited for his hard cock to invade all spaces, traces, tight little buds ready to open to his pounding throb. My good nature librarian type left behind for my other woman–the one who likes to have her neck throttled a little, the one who likes to be choked on cock. You know the one– that woman who wants her tightest space to be opened–taken, the one who wants to feel all that hot cum land across her body–her face–lick it off your finger tips as it drips down from cock and digits. That sexy bitch who comes and comes while grinding on your cock.  And the one who secretly like to be told what to do.

I had not anticipated even going back to Chicago. In situations like that/this,  I am sort of that one time kind of woman–but I am also not one to pass up the opportunity for hotel action. I do not really plan on doing too much, if any, tourist type stuff–just fucking, eating and sleeping. Big, BIG vixen smile.

I am packed, I am only bringing one pair of clothing, I don’t plan on wearing cloths too often. In my bag I have  more bathing suits than actual cloths. Of course– I have packed sexy gear…scarves- for tying-blindfolding-gagging, garters with clips, stockings, frilly panties to be yanked aside so your cock can plunge into my soak, and of course–the reason the bag is so heavy–some fun fun toys. Oh, and two cameras–as I’m sure there will be Kodak moments.