In any normal scenario, a man would love when some slut comes pounding on the door looking to get pounded. Some I live on a fixed budget, ie a paycheck, I don't like being tapped like a cow in the field every time these girls want quick cash.  I don't really blame the girls. When they are here, they try their hardest, and give 100% effort in bed. They never leave with a dry pussy.  I feel tired. Slept a lot. When justice called, I told her I didn't want to. Sure enough, some time later there was a buzz at the door. She comes in, does her thing, snuggles a bit, then starts blowing me. Off come the clothes, and the next thing I know, I'm in front of the ATM giving her $80 I didn't have the budget to cover. In actuality, I have plenty of money, I just try to stay within the bounds of a self-imposed budget. otherwise, these bitches will drain me dry.

 That's how I feel. Like a lost puppy. Like I'm never going to see her again. But she showed up knocking on my door tonight. I should know this by now. The patterns of manic behavior are there. She came over to do a date, but I'm making her stay the night. She's the drug addict, but she managed to find in me someone who's co-dependant. At least I know this about myself. I hate the situation she ensures, but I'm unwilling to "rescue her" and put my livelihood in harm's way again.  I jerked off to internet porn earlier tonight. I'm not sexually interested. Otherwise, I would have pulled her panties down and fucked her already. Something I know she fully expected me to do. She was dressed like a sweet whore.  I write this as she is currently in the bathroom trying her best to hit a vein. More to come.

Winding up another day at work, I hit up a bad lay to try again with her. Nice ass but lots there with zero effort. No response, so I tried Skinny Jen. She did respond, and I picked her up. She was hungry and tired. I knew it would turn into a day... That lasted barely an hour. Just before I got home, justice called saying that she was outside waiting for me with her kid! I told skinny Jen that we’d have to do it another day. I got her something cheap at Burger King, gave her 40 bucks, and dropped her back off. Too bad. I was planning on hitting that ass pretty hard. justice was across the street at the supermarket stealing from it. I went and got her kid and brought her to the pool. she didn’t feel like swimming. We waited for Justice to get back. After some time, she returned with a certain drug dealer that she steals for from time to time. She collected her kid and off they went to steal from another store for this guy. she is the model of a mother. She said she would be back later ...

 It's a mental state. Always hustling, always whoring. She doesn't know what a day out with the family is really like. She's been away from normal for too long.  The Plan: Justice and I pick up her daughter to go swimming.  What actually happened: She texted me late last night asking if we could bring her daughter swimming. Then again this morning. I agreed. After she delayed being picked up so she could shoot up, I finally picked her up. We headed to her daughters. On the way she told me she had to bring her  daughter, who's around eleven mind you, to where she stays. I told her that was a dumb idea. Her place is where her "friend" & pimp, violent black boyfriend also stays. She immediately launched into a fire laced fit. I told her it's none of my business. She wouldn't stop. Fine! Show your daughter the mattress where you turn tricks all day! I don't fucking care. She stopped running her mouth, but the mood was now set. We pick up her daught...

 Three girls, of which I have many videos, express interest in publishing them. These are the ones with no ID. Justice, the cousin, and... We'll call the other one Skinny Jen. I need to start assigning names. One I start flashing the potential for money in their eyes, they become interested. Skinny Jen was all for it yesterday. So, I'll help her. The cousin wants to, but like the others, needs to show the bare minimum of initiative. That's the real problem. They know I will avoid them, and are using this as an excuse to get me to do dates with them. I probably would have fucked Justice again, but I was furious with her. If she things she can treat me like shit then expect me to brush it off and accept her dominance, then she's wrong. She treated her last man this way, but I'm not here man. I'm not willing to tolerate some bitch trying to dominate me. 

 Understand that this is a diary for me. Just a journal to short through the madness. After all, who can one talk to about such matters? I'm not one to kiss and tell, but I'll certainly write about it. Yesterday, Justice had me take her to the RMV for the third time. She didn't have her papers that she needed. She blamed me. She said I didn't bring them from home. Okay, let's go get them. I knew she was lying. I took an hour off of work and left early for her bullshit. Then she took her sweet time and made me wait while she was shooting dope in her bathroom. Just as I was about to furiously drive off, she came out and started yelling at me. I immediately knew what she was doing.  A narcissist will argue and blame you for their tardiness, or whatever they did wrong. They will start saying ,"well what about you?", "everyone else does it", "what's the big deal? Can we move past this or are you just not going to let it go?" They list of...

 When girls find a reliable source of income, they will not let it go. Justice clings to me and traps me for 80. The days of $40 back seat fucks are gone. The cousin wants to fuck all the time now. This is a complete turnaround from her slutty days of treating me like shit. It took a slap in the face from her mother to make me wake up and not care about them. That's when I truly learned my lesson. When she calls begging for help, I wish her all the best of luck and hang up. She sends me pictures of her cutting her wrists. I recommend a doctor and go back to bed. I'll tap that ass when I'm good and ready. She wanted to fuck today but I turned her down. I'm seeing Justine again. Then there's the blonde, whose always in the wings trying to get me to see her. I keep thinking there must be a high earning CEO out there willing to fuck these poor sluts. I'm not wealthy, but even I can't keep my dick in my pants long enough to generate enough spunk for the next dail...

 I never felt obligated to anything. I don't ever join clubs, of commit to anything. Simply because I like to pull the ripcord the moment I get bored and want to leave. Pornhub made things difficult. You ever try to get a crackhead to do anything that might improve their lives? Getting IDs is difficult. They don't have them. Permission is simple. For example, penguin wouldn't take one girl's prison bracelet as an ID, even though it had her birthdate, name, and picture. Same with food stamp cards. It has to be a state ID. Easier said than done.  So what about another site, then? Well, same thing. You need a valid ID. So I can watch these, but can't share them. I could post these for myself on Telegram and Shea subscription to a channel. I was playing with that idea. I also have a ton of 360 degree videos. The girls let me turn on the camera every time. Watching cum drip out of a pussy in a VR headset is impressive. The potential is all there. These are transients wit...

 The weekend was fun, visiting war museums and family. Fucking girls is standard, though I've been trying to offset then with that fake pusay, which works real well with Chaturbate.  Still, they insist on doing dates with me. At least two bashed my door down. It's sad. I must give my dick a break. I can barely get it up anymore. My greatest fear is that one will show up just as I finish fucking another. I got no gas in the tank!  That didn't stop me from fucking this skinny bitch twice today. I blew her off yesterday, so I felt I had to. 

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