Feast or famine... Mostly feast

 A girl I haven’t seen her in a long time hit me up yesterday. She was all business. She knew she was a hooker. She knew I wanted to fuck her. I was still naïve thinking that it’s been a long time and we should catch up. Nope. It’s all about drugs. It always has been and always will be. So, I put a load in her and sent her on her way. 

But now I have three girls hitting me up today. Justice, the Cousin, and the redhead. The redheads getting a bit plump and I don’t really like it, but I don’t know how to gracefully tell her that… You know what my mom always said that girls know. Every mirror tells them so you don’t need to. She still sexy anyway, I just don’t like that. I might have to fuck her today right after I fuck someone yesterday. I have learned that for me personally every couple of days is what it takes to build up enough to really pound home. Every day is difficult. It’s a strange balance. Any more than a couple of days and I start seeking them out, which is something I haven’t had to do in a very long time. I’ve built up enough of a stable of women that they constantly call me. Believe it or not I prefer women who have boyfriends. That way I know they won’t stick around. I’ve learned that men just want to fuck women and nothing more. All those guys that have families just wanted some pussy. If you don’t believe me, then consider that if every girl that got married to a man just said, " hey, let’s just fuck and then be on our way", the man would fuck them and then be on his way.