On some days, like today, pussy is an abundance. I decided to sleep with one hooker on the way home who is kind of a go to. in my mind, I am thinking of a convenient stop by on the way home. Swing by, get some pussy, and then go home and lay on the couch. I even grabbed a bite before headed home. So maybe you’re wondering, "Where are the complications?" this girl has been able to hide her problem till now. She has a complicated, life-threatening leg injury. These things usually start shooting up in the wrong place and then having a necrotic affect upon their legs because they don’t address the problem. Usually out of fear, panic, and a not terribly irrational hope that it will all just go away.  However I have seen these type of injuries before. Left ignored, they become a life-threatening problem. She said she’s been to the hospital several times, each resulting in a fight or flight response of sheer panic and her ripping out her IVs, then making a fast getaway. This latest ...

There are go to girls that I can definitely see, but anyone doing this long enough knows that you don’t always want to go to them. Each girl has her own brand of bullshit that sometimes you just don’t want to deal with or tolerate. So you drive around looking for a girl, maybe get some strange if you're lucky. These cold months make it a lot harder. We all dig in for hibernation. One girl agreed to meet me, the one that only likes to give blowjobs, but she’s cheap and I was in the mood. She ended up ghosting me. The best way to think about this sort of thing we call mongering is really like a fisherman. You set your lines and hope you catch something good. Some days you don’t catch anything, other days you reel in a nice fish. Earlier today she asked me for $20, which I sent through CASHAPP. My mistake there was not checking that it was actually her. This blowjob queen never turns me down, so I’m starting to think that something is up. My policy is that $20 I’ll lend to a friend wi...

Her mouth felt like old leather. After I convinced her to take the condom off, she tried valiantly to get me hard. Her technique was fantastic, but her mouth was rough. It just wasn’t happening. After a few attempts, even trying to ride me, I was just pushing rope. She got up to use the phone. Eventually, while still on the phone, she lay back down. I was already jerking of with some lube, so I slid in and blew my load in her. This was not exactly the first impression I wanted to make.  You see, I got bored at work and wanted company. I want particularly horny, but I figured I'd get there. None of my usual contacts were responding, so I drove through a post of town frequented by prostitutes. I ran into that girl with the nice pussy wrapped around a total bitch. She was with some sexy girl I hadn't seen before. She could tell right away that I wanted to fuck her friend. So I cash apped her $20, her friend got in the car and we drove home. She was pretty talkative, and we got alo...

  There is supposedly some tribe in the Amazon Rainforest with only 7 men and 3000 women has. This is a viral video on TikTok. The comments left are all the same. Distilled to "where is it? Send me there!" You have to be someone like me to understand the true horror of constant women’s demands, especially pertaining to sex and money, which I by now equate as the same thing. Girls hand me endlessly for dates. The problem I have with this is that I’m not always in the mood, and not being in the mood I don’t want to pay the money they now demand. It used to be $40, but apparently those days are long gone. Now they want 60 or 80 which is a lot for every day. Every day is a lot of fucking for anyone, but they don't care. drug addicts have this horrible addictive need to get as high as often as possible and that costs an incredible amount of money. When I make myself available as a source of money, women literally pound on my door. Today is one example of that. The blonde kept ...

 The brunette got me for 80 yesterday, but now this one is here. She managed to trick me into shopping for her again. Another $30, and on top of the hundred she demanded, even though she agreed to 60. None of this is a surprise. The way I deal with this is to distance myself from her. She ended up sleeping for a good 12 hours. And I got to fuck her a couple times. Any more than that is self flagellation. There is also one more element. A high class escort would cost WAY more. I'm paying just a little over street whore prices for premium mid 20's pussy.  I drove her back this morning to her abusive, jealous dealer boyfriend. I could care less. She gravitates to men like this. I told her to stop fucking deadbeats who live in tents. She professes her love for him as if she wouldn't dump this loser like all the others. She lives in a tiny immature microcosm. My only regret is that I should have fucked her before dropping her off. Now I'll have to deal with morning wood, and...

 In the grand scheme of things, the earnings from Pornhub could be considered a paltry sum. However, there's a good feeling in that extra couple hundred dollars she can rely on each month to squander on more drugs. In these instances, she wants to spend the night at my place, because I'm the one person she knows won't try to take her shit from her. Last night, I gave her half of the money and she stayed over. I blew two loads in her and my dick is now limp and out of commission. I could always watch some good 80's porn as my natural Viagra, but let's not wake the beast just yet. 

 "Can I sleep over? I'm trying to stay away from my man. He's beating me and forcing me to stay with him in his tent!" Uhhh, fine. She can come over. I turned down three girls  already today. This girl Ash, who says she loves her boyfriend. They are as tight as can be! Forever together. It's girls like this that makes me enjoy watching my cum drip out of their pussy. The second was the dark haired girl in her 30s, but looks 60. She only likes to blow me. The third was the brunette, who's story of tearful woe was not compelling enough. Saying she really needed me, that it was important. No, it's not. It never is. But the cousin called telling me her boyfriend is roughing her up and she wanted to stay the night to get away. Ok, fine. The second I picked her up she wanted me to go and get her something so she could stay the night and be covered with the drugs needed. I told her that’s not how it works. We drove to my house, I went right to it, fucked her till...

 She wasn’t always fat, so there’s that connection. She’s not as much of a bitch as her sister. I fucked them both, and they both have their qualities. This one kept calling asking me to pick her up again, and this time I did. Nothing dramatic. I brought her back to the house, banged her in the bed. It’s not actually that bad fucking fat chick. I don’t really prefer it, but once in a while it’s nice. She wanted cigarettes of course, so it cost me $70. This is why I have to be in the mood for this sort of thing. I’m not a sheik. Afterward, we both passed out of the bed for a good 20/30 minutes. we briefly talked about keeping her for the weekend. I don’t really want to do that. I get sick of them after about an hour. No no, she can’t stay. She’ll drive me crazy with her bitching. They spent half the time on the porch getting high anyway, so there’s very little point in keeping them here. 

 The brunette insisted on coming over last night. So I fucked her, gave her 60, and she went home. The blonde has been bugging me all day to come over. She wanted me to pick her up. I told her I wanted to go home, easy, watch a movie, and relax. A few hours later, and she calls to let me know she's on her way over. I don't understand why they are so tenacious. Sure, the money is there, but not so frequent. I treat them well, but I'm the scene of things, they could be high class escorts. Especially the blonde. I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, butt one does wonder why they bother. She's had to drive clear across town. Maybe it's the knowledge that she's gonna get enough money for what she needs, and she says she likes when I rub her down. Something her boyfriend wasn't thrilled about.  One night, she told me she was pregnant, then her very next sentence was that she got it aborted. Now, I'm all for abortion, but that's a shitty thing to ...

 It's no secret that drug addicted prostitutes have short shelf lives full of self imposed misery. It's also a well known fact that you can't interject your will on them, hoping to improve their self destructive tendencies.  I saw her the day before she died. She could barely move. She was in excruciating pain. I've never seen her like that. Nearly immobilized. She told me she was horribly dope sick. I decided to bring her to her dealer and give her $20 to get off E. She's been seeing a guy during the day that was apparently in love with her, though she brushed off any mutual feelings. It makes no difference to me, if someone is involved in a relationship. Though one day I showed up early and saw her walking off with another man, only to subtly shoo me away. I may beat second option, but that didn't stop our indiscretions. All's fair in love and war, as you may have previously read that I already fucked her a couple times in her tent. If that guy wants to fa...

 Junkies have a superhuman ability to sniff short term money opportunities. Years ago when I was young and naïve, I dated a junkie. I had no idea what I was getting into. At one point I took control of her finances as she needed a payee. this was a disaster because I didn’t understand the junkie brain. Every month when she knew I was going to get her check, she would pick a fight with me. This was like clockwork. She would fight and argue and talk back to the point where I could not stand be around her. She did all of this in an attempt to get me to handover her money just to get her out of my hair. It was working until I wised up to her, but then the fighting intensified. if you want to know someone’s true character, do you only have to see how they treat people when things don’t go their way. Everyone is nice when things are going their way, but the true mark of a person is whether or not they will stay nice even though they could be down on their luck or having a bad day. In the...

 I like girls of all different sizes and ages. I do have a preference, but it's hard to pin down an accurate description. I suppose the traditional sense of beauty would apply. Sexual attraction is more than looks. It all has to do with distance. Like a male spider trying to get laid without getting eaten. First is looks. You gotta take a certain amount of shit from all women. They better look good. That song about finding an ugly girl to marry you is horseshit. Make the pretty one yours, or you'll just have to ensure the same shit from some ugly bitch.  I thought I'd take an inventory. The youngest so far it's the cousin at 26. The blonde at 32, the brunette at 39, , but I prefer girls that can at least breed. I quickly lose interest in a girl is she can't have children. The no future with her, even if it was a complicated nightmare of a future. Chris Hanson and modern society would have you believe there's a pedophile around every corner. All men are intereste...

 I know the deal. It's like when kids think they're pulling one over on you. The blonde insisted on coming over. She got here fast, and promised it would only cost $40! That number jumped too$89, then she tried getting a pack of cigarettes out of me. Since I knew she would upsell, that trees me to pound her, stretch her out, and use it up. I lost my hard-on halfway through. Even though she's hot, she looks back around and asks if I came yet. Like three times. I told her she would know when I come.  Sometimes I like jerking of  into their pussy. There something fun about that. Anyway, blasted a load and before I could even wipe down, she was ready to leave. I allow her to pick something up, and drive her back. That's another $80 gone. 

 Four girls want to fuck. The cousin likes to charge $100, but is a great fuck. The blonde is sexy LOOKING but not a great fuck. The third doesn't like fucking at all, looks kind of ugly, charges too much, but has the pussy of an angel. The fourth will fuck for 60 , looks sexy, hit me up, but then got quiet. So, I don't know her deal. The brunette is off sound her goofy thing today, so I'm not talking that hornet nest. There's more women, but these are the active ones this hour. I think I'll just go back on my Oculus. Video games provide another simulation, that doesn't cost me. If money wasn't an issue, all men would live like Hugh Hefner. He wore a bathrobe all the time, because if his dick accidentally got hard there was someone around to take care of that. Just got a response from the 60 chick. Think I'll go fuck her. She's got nice tits. I could record music that I’ve written, write a novel, produce something useful, and but I will do none of th...

 People don’t just become homeless, indigent, poor. They lack a support system. For many of them, their lives became uncontrollable due to various reasons like drugs or an abusive marriage. I met the brunette through an escort site. And we’ve had a long relationship since then. It is a transactional relationship, much like the other women I see, but we all care about each other. As much as you can in a dog eat dog world. You get a deep sense of hopelessness and helplessness for these women. I don’t have a solution. I’m not someone who can get things done. I admire those people more than anyone. All most people do is talk.  I'm helping the brunette to pick up her meds. I just heard my redhead in the tent passed away. These people drop like flies. Not because they are homeless or on drugs, but because there is no support system. There is no helping them climb out of a mud pit. There's no safety net, no rope thrown to them. There is nothing. I have known some of these women for a...

 Strip clubs are off the table. I haven’t been to one in years. Last time, a girl came up and sat down next to me and became friendly. She was really after a dance in the back, but wanted $150 and promise me the world. I refused. I am cheap by nature. I am no highroller. When I was 21, I was on a cruise ship in a casino. This was my first time. I went to the roulette table and sat down next to another man. He had been playing for a while. I played a few rounds, turned  to him, and excitedly said, "I'm up $20!" He looked at me in disdain and flatly stated, "I shit $20" he then produced from a pocket a roll of hundreds and threw a couple on the table. It was right then that I discovered the value of money, or rather that money has no value. Even one of those $100 up to that moment was something of extreme value to me. This man could care less about it. Since then I’ve met CEOs that make $400 an hour to start. That’s on the low end. To put all that into perspective...

 These women want money. They will hassle me constantly. I compare them to food stalls in a busy market. If you eat something, you don't want anything. But they constantly bug you all day to buy more food. They are always there. Always trying to sell pussy. I have never been to Amsterdam, but I would think the women in the windows is similar. They are there waiting for when you are ready.  I haven't had sex in a couple days. Didn't want to. No reason, just didn't want to. I got hit up by the different women. I ignore them.  The iPhone makes transferring files EXTREMELY difficult. Unreliable, complicated. By comparison, Andy other phone used too either just swap chips, or plug in and transfer. I've reached capacity, and have to delete everything to make room. For me, this takes effort and time. Guess I better hop to it. I do have videos. I only have permission to share from two girls. Maybe eventually I could show a third. The videos of the cousin are hot.

 Only because this lifestyle... Meaning anyone who likes to get laid, can cost a lot if you don't keep to a budget. Last Friday, I fucked the blonde and the homeless brunette. Same day.  Then I made the horrible decision of taking the brunette out to buy a costume for her kid. I told her she didn't have to steal, but she did anyway,  prompting me to leave the store after spending $80. Another $60 for a duck session and more dumb unreturnable shit, and the plan was for her to show up for a ride the next day.  So I waited. 1 1/2 hours later she shows up. She then has the nerve to complain that I was not ready to leave because I was not dressed to go. She completely forgets that she was late by 1 1/2 hours. This led to a big fight. Most of our problems are caused by our own bad decisions. This is no different. Her life sucks mostly because of her decisions. The situation I find myself in are largely my fault. After I dropped her off to her family, I went and fucked the ...