Self control is a distant concept.

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 round, she explained, was the threat of her losing her leg. I told her that a prosthetic leg was better than death. Given all that she has told me and her general attitude about the whole thing, I know that she is not long for this world. So she took me downstairs, we took off our clothes, and I fucked her on the couch. I blasted a load in her I told her to give me a kid before she dies. I know. I have excellent humor. That and we’ve known each other for years. But considering that I lost three girls this year, she seems to be the fourth in line if the brunette doesn’t get a kick off first.

Meanwhile the cousin was texting me hi and a couple more off of messenger. Since I already blew my load I just ignored them.