The Mad Ghost
Senior Don Juan
All the problems.
So I got laid lastnight. For some reason I can't help but feel a little disgust when I look at a ONS during the LMR sequence. Lastnight was a typical textbook Mystery Method rundown, I didn't even have to try. When she is smiling, I'lll smile, but in the back of my head I want to throw her off me and kick a hole in her head. Why am I like that? I can't wholeheartedly ENJOY her with my heart's content. Thats been the cse with the last two lays I've had too.
What makes matters worse is, is the fact of the whole PROCESS towards getting laid. I realized yesteryday, that ALL THIS trouble and sometimes weeks of no poon, to get the scraps. But two weeks from now, I'll be frustrated AGAIN and want to hit the next.
LR Report.
So this girl was such an EPIC FAIL at getting her rocks off. She reminded me a whole lot of Brittany Murphy in the looks department. She was a bit of a headscrew. She told me she has a dark side like supernatural and what she reads. So I said Less Talking, More Doing. Within 20-30 minutes of build up. I had her jeans down her ankles. She ATTEMPTED to LMR me, but it was too late.
Anyway, after I was pulling my d1ck out, the condom brang out some darkish (green, black) discharge. Very liquidy and it stained my bedsheets, it was dark and at first I thought it was blood, so I quickly took off the condom to see if it that sh1t had come from me, but it wasn't. So I turned on the light and ..BANG!
Some darkish black discharge was on my bedsheets. I'm like, this is so not cool. Then when asked what it was to her, she gave me some bullshyt about how it must've been the last girl you slept with. Fvcking NASTY DIRTY SKANK!
Anyway, I gave her some money to get the HELL OF OUT. Thats not cool? I shouldn't have to be a victim of such things at such a young age. I shouldn't have to see those things when getting laid, I shouldn't have to SMELL those things either. I honestly think, the chase is much more rewarding than the finishline.
Man, LOL, I hate my ex for this. She left me, only so I could find the scraps out in the street. With some other milked-emotionally-broken-skank who every other sucker has been through.
So I got laid lastnight. For some reason I can't help but feel a little disgust when I look at a ONS during the LMR sequence. Lastnight was a typical textbook Mystery Method rundown, I didn't even have to try. When she is smiling, I'lll smile, but in the back of my head I want to throw her off me and kick a hole in her head. Why am I like that? I can't wholeheartedly ENJOY her with my heart's content. Thats been the cse with the last two lays I've had too.
What makes matters worse is, is the fact of the whole PROCESS towards getting laid. I realized yesteryday, that ALL THIS trouble and sometimes weeks of no poon, to get the scraps. But two weeks from now, I'll be frustrated AGAIN and want to hit the next.
LR Report.
So this girl was such an EPIC FAIL at getting her rocks off. She reminded me a whole lot of Brittany Murphy in the looks department. She was a bit of a headscrew. She told me she has a dark side like supernatural and what she reads. So I said Less Talking, More Doing. Within 20-30 minutes of build up. I had her jeans down her ankles. She ATTEMPTED to LMR me, but it was too late.
Anyway, after I was pulling my d1ck out, the condom brang out some darkish (green, black) discharge. Very liquidy and it stained my bedsheets, it was dark and at first I thought it was blood, so I quickly took off the condom to see if it that sh1t had come from me, but it wasn't. So I turned on the light and ..BANG!
Some darkish black discharge was on my bedsheets. I'm like, this is so not cool. Then when asked what it was to her, she gave me some bullshyt about how it must've been the last girl you slept with. Fvcking NASTY DIRTY SKANK!
Anyway, I gave her some money to get the HELL OF OUT. Thats not cool? I shouldn't have to be a victim of such things at such a young age. I shouldn't have to see those things when getting laid, I shouldn't have to SMELL those things either. I honestly think, the chase is much more rewarding than the finishline.
Man, LOL, I hate my ex for this. She left me, only so I could find the scraps out in the street. With some other milked-emotionally-broken-skank who every other sucker has been through.