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...