Freaking with junkies
Perhaps the hardest thing about dealing with junkies is their persistence. She just came over unannounced, and kept buzzing the door at 10 o’clock at night. She wouldn’t quit, so eventually I got up to answer the door. I didn’t want to answer, because I knew she is only here to get more money. However, I also know she wouldn't go away. This is a problem if you don't want to part with $60, don't want sex, and don't want to be hassled. As a monger, we cannot keep up with the demands of a drug addict, who will do anything and everything to get more money. They don’t know the meaning of a budget. You must create distance between you and the drug addict, who will blow every last cent on drugs. You are expected to have more fiscal responsibility.
She came in, blew me till I was hard, rode me and let me fucker in a few different positions. Even though I was hard, I really wasn’t in the mood. I got her off a few times, but then lost it. This isn’t one of those cases where you may need a pill. You just need to know your own body. I have no interest in pills. I have limited interest in sex. A pill wouldn't have done any good, because I simply didn't want to fuck her.
Since I already fucked that other girl earlier, I really wasn’t in the mood. I’ve had sex and come a couple of times before, but I need to be in the mood. After a while, we decided to quit. She immediately got on the phone to start hustling, first calling her boyfriend, then her dealer. I cash apped the dealer the money, and out the door she went. The whole time I just wanted to go back to bed, and wished that I had never answer the door.
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