An average day for me.

 What's an average day? A type of routine we all fall into. Most people would answer when asked about the drug epidemic that this is a terrible scourge on our society. I love it. Drugs have now allowed me to fuck all those girls in high school in their sexy miniskirts at the prime of their flowering years, who snubbed me for losers that knocked them up and leave them on Facebook making mindless posts about needing a baby daddy that will step up and pay their bills. I am even able to extend through generations and fuck their daughters, with the occasional granddaughter thrown in. Those girls should have raised their kids better. I will never pass up the opportunity to inseminate a late teens through early twenties girl. I've been regularly fucking a girl in her twenties and the sex is amazing. Find yourself a young slut with daddy issues and an abusive boyfriend and you too will be lucky enough to bury your face in her ass. These sluts have already been trained to take cock all night. I'm just reaping the rewards. 

I have missed out on that charming part of life. I will never be a guest on Maury. Instead, I have my own routine. I do to my nine to five job, then after work I must decide on three things: Who am I going to fuck today? What am I going to eat? What show or movie will I watch?

When this is the extent of my responsibilities and pressures, this allows me to live in a microcosm Shangri-La. I am not one that has any complaints in life. Like everyone else, I have my own wants and desires, but my needs are more than well met.

That new piece of strange worked out well. A bit of a cold dead fish in bed, but that sweet ass more than makes up for these shortcomings. She didn't want me to bust in her the first time. I delayed pulling out just to feel that initial burst of sperm hitting the back of her canal, then jerk off the rest of my spunk onto  her Pubis Mons. She was no different. 

The next time we met, I fucked her long enough from behind to get her to start asking if I came yet. That's my signal that she wouldn't mind if I blew my load in her. She would have made a fuss. She didn't. I pushed in as deep as I could get it, and she took it all. This is a good sign. Once you cum inside them, and they approve, you set a precedent. Now every time we fuck, I get to send her home to her boyfriend with a fresh load of hot jizz in her ass as a reminder that he's too much of a fucking loser to take care of what she needs. Not bad for sixty bucks. Knocking her up would be a bonus, but I don't think that's in the cards for me. 

Meanwhile, I'm still talking to the Justice girl, who's due to get out on a week if all goes well. My only expectation for this whore is that she'll fuck my brains out, then take off on me like every time she's got out before. This is why she flies into a rage when I bring up her past. This is also why I continue to fuck  other girls. There is no commitment from either of us. I believe the adage that you can't turn a hooker into a housewife. I pay her to fuck me. She takes off when we are done. She's a fantastic piece of ass, so this will continue, despite how I would like a lot more out of our relationship. The man she ran off and lived with for four years is now dead, but she is still the same. A solid prediction is that she will find another degenerate to replace him. My ego bruises at the thought that I'm not good enough for a homeless crack whore. I'm doomed to never have a loving, healthy relationship. My tombstone will read "Here lies the man the women let slip away."

I don't consider myself a womanizer. I seek what every man wants, a loving wife. However, I'm not going to remain celibate during this extensive search.