Girls look at sex a completely different way to us men. We lust after our next conquest. For these girls, sex is a tool. A simple means to an end. Their goal is to get high. That is the guiding principal behind all of their actions. That is the motivation behind every manipulation, every action, and every thought. Always scheming to get their next high. choice do they have? Like primitive man, who never knew where his next meal was coming from, they must constantly seek out new sources of revenue only to then seek out new sources of drugs.  I allow myself to believe that this mess I get caught up on, insistent on my own participation, would be willing to even now believe that the girls, who do truly care about me, would have any other motivation than to get high. There is none. I know they care about me. There are many things they care about. None of these things matter. I am part of the collective collateral damage that encapsulates their self destructive lives.  Unfortunate....

An overzealous libido and an inability to say no to a woman in distress (or dat dress) will cost you. I don’t mind spending the money because I don’t live a flashy, expensive life. Why go to work all day if you’re not gonna have fun with the money you earn? I don’t go on fancy vacations. I don't spend lavishly on clothes or cars. I don't have habits of any kind.  So, I indulge myself with women that would never have touched me when I was 14. Snubbed in high school, cheated on in college, and lied to in my 20s. Women have taken advantage of me my whole life.  And I'm fine with that. It's all part of the game. I now know how to get what I want, and I can even make them a little happy in the process. So...I spent $363 in total to fuck three women four times over the course of twenty four hours. I seem to be narrowing my selection to just a few main girls. I keep turning down ancillary girls because I just don't have enough spunk to go around.  The cousin took care of m...

The havock and damage caused by even the tiniest of girls is enough to warrant extreme caution, when allowing these monsters into your home. Sticky fingers are the least of your worries. I allow myself to be distracted and forgiving every time she flashes that sweet ass, but like a transfixed cobra, she plays me like a fiddler.  I admonish myself every time I brashly decide to allow the cousin free reign of the house. She trashes the bathroom, raids the kitchen, stays out on the porch, smokes her drugs in the  bathroom after I tell her not to, and thinks that a little pussy makes up for keeping me up all night with her chaotic bullshit. She spend hours running the hot water, taking showers and running the bath. I try to give her some leeway, since she lives  in a tent...but I have my limits. Every time I do this, I again remember why I can't have this girl over here taking advantage of me. On top of that, I give her money I would never spend on anyone else. So, after she ...

 We all need shit at Walmart. So, I thought it was a callous move for them to bulldoze the tent city that cropped up next to the store. We can argue the ethics of a capitalist society failing the plebians as the wealth is consolidated among a handful of unworthy recipients so rich that they can only piss their money away on dick rockets of ever increasing size. The tents were still inconspicuously in the area, but now they are not an unsightly stain on our fair city. In one of these tents resides the cousin, having returned to her abusive, older boyfriend. He's not as old as me, but she does like to fuck older men. She said it's just a number, but I quipped to her lover that banging a girl in her 20's has it's perks. I thought to myself, "even one like here with so much milage." He has three children with two other ladies, and she has three as well from another man. That would be an odd family reunion.  I came to check up on them, having heard some rumors and ...

 We want the best for these degenerate bitches. We want to love them and believe that they will do well. We want to believe that they wish to improve their lives. We want to believe all of these lies. All of this violates the first rule: drugs come first. I picked up the brunette today is the intention of taking her to a restaurant to get something to eat, then go home and take a shower together, then have sex, and then whatever else. This is what really happened: I picked her up, gave her $30 so that she could get something, and then… Then nothing. At this point nothing matters anymore. She was able to get some drugs and that is all that matters now. All plans are under the table now. We went back to my place, and she immediately said she had to use the bathroom to take a shit. Five minutes later she standing above the sink trying to shoot herself some dope in her neck vein. When I open the door, she said I could fuck her right there as she did it. This is her idea of multitasking...

 Same bullshit, different bitch. After ditching the cousin, the brunette makes me wait 15 minutes, then argues the dumbest points. She knew I'd be there at 4:30! So the rest of her arguments are just noise. I told her I didn't go to work. The cousin was giving me grief. The cousin didn't need a place for the night out of the cold. She wanted money to get high. You think I'd smarten up by now. So, the brunette got all pissy saying I wasn't there for her when she needed me. We got into a heated argument over that because she texted me with the need that her boyfriend died. Then asked for help.  Oh? What help do you need?  Money! I'm a trick. I can buy into whatever fantasy I like, and believe whatever bullshit they feed me, but in the end... I'm just a trick. Case in point, I took her to the supermarket, and bought things for my dad's famous Portuguese Soup. I'm not a cooking show, and it's probably famous somewhere, so don't ask. All she wante...

 It's not my fault or my problem that this girl has nowhere to go. Sure, I ended up fucking her three times. She kept parading that sweet ass around the house. I couldn't help myself. She wants $300 every time I blow a load in her. Fine. I don't care. Let me hit that shit one more time, Jack! The first time was last night. Standards fuck. Then she was goofing around all night doing what weirdos do. She came to bed with just a shirt on, ass hanging out in the wind. Couldn't help myself. Fucked her then and there. In the morning, she was cleaning the place. I ended up getting her into the bedroom. This time, despite my primitive urges to ram it inside her, I started with a massage. As far as I can recall, this is the first time I've given the cousin a dick massage. I worked the legs and lower back with the honey almond scented massage oil. Occasionally licking and sucking her pussy. Eating this girl out is such a joy. Great pussy. Like a giant, tasty rubber band. Stre...

 Since that escapade with that suit in the car, I've had several more encounters. I visited the cousin in her tent with her oblivious, abusive, older boyfriend. She tells him this story that I come around because I care about her, but left out the part where I put as much semen into her as her sweet pussy can extract from my balls. We left him to go replace a propane tank they use to stay warm. I first drove her to my house to inseminate her.  The next morning, the blonde stopped over and fucked me. Morning wood still intact. Later that day, the brunette came over, gave me a lap dance, then fucked me silly.  A couple days later, the redhead visited. She, like the blonde, loves my dick massages. We went for Brazilian food after. Good times.  Tonight I fucked the short girl with the big tits, and immediately after dropping her off, the calls started coming in. The first one I was supposed to meet now wants to see me. Then her sister texted wanting to meet me. Then Kay ...

 I knew. I knew what she wanted. This girl only gives blowjobs. We used to fuck all the time, but after hurting her hip in an accident, she doesn't want to fuck anymore. There were rumors of her having Aids, but since that pussy is locked tight, I'll never know the extent of it. What I do know is that she's only 35. Ten years ago, you would have jizzed in your pants just looking at her, but now, after the drugs took their toll, she looks doubled in age. She still gives a mean hummer though.  I never particularly liked blowjobs. I prefer pussy. This time, she babbled about needing so cash a check at Walmart. It's nonsense, but I played along. She used the bathroom. I bought a belt. The place was obviously closed at this time of night. On the way back, she popped the question. "Can we do something for 40?" Of course, hunny.  This kind of activity takes great effort on both out parts. She  sucks me off in the front seat, then I get on me knees and face fuck her. ...

I'm not jealous in the traditional sense. She can have ten irons in her fire. She's not mine, so I have no claim to get anyway. I am not the first too reach three summit of this mountain. She has become Everest, allowing a train of people to ascend her slopes as long as they have the money to pay for the expedition. I still want to summit the bitch. So I pick her up after work, having resorted to calling the number she gave as an escort, and took her to my place to mercilessly pound her. Don't worry. Of all the women I have known, this girl could wear our a football team. I am irrationally thinking that I want to get her pregnant, and that will make her mine. Now, the retinal side of me knows better. I will never knock her up. Even if I did, my fantasy scenario is different than the reality that she would not suddenly change her ways. However, when you are balls deep in a whore, you like too think these thoughts. It's the only time you can feel elated, let yourself go, ...

 The world has seen great men. And these great men have achieved great things. Many accomplishments have been observed throughout the ages. They have scaled mountains, landed on the moon, and pushed beyond the boundaries of human existence. We even take great pride in fictional men like Conan the barbarian. The real mark of a man is one of not turning down a challenge in the face of fear. So when faced with the daunting task of having to go down on a woman who stinks like shit, a true man cannot wither in the face of such a challenge. And so with great fortitude, and many demands from this smelly bitch, I set about the daunting task of licking and dual digit finger banging this disgusting trollop to climax. I may not be a master mountaineer, brave soldier in the heat of combat, or focused bodybuilder, but I will not shy away from my duty to uphold the standards of a man challenged with a terrible obligation. I showered and scrubbed thouroughly, afterwards. I reassured her with a pr...

 The brunette is all in. The money is a drop in the bucket to her, but it adds up. It's free money that she does nothing to get. This week, an even split of money she'd spend in an afternoon. At least she's wise enough to understand that you can spend money fast, but try earning it. I've never met anyone that wouldn't stop to pick up a five dollar bill lying on the ground.  So, someone asked how much does she usually set me back? $40? Those days are gone. $60 on average, then they try to trick you into getting them a pack of cigarettes. Then something to eat. Then a couple things at the convenience store...etc... And each time you try to object, they throw a fit, call you cheap, and wonder what the big deal is? It's only a couple dollars, it's only ten dollars. It's only your money. Other people's money is the easiest to spend. Shut them down fast. If you're feeling generous, don't. Generosity soon turns to expectation.