Greetings, Comrades, and thank you all for the warm welcome back into the "temple".
Before I start, I want to say that this forum, serves two purposes in my opinion. One, is rehabilitation, the other, edification. These two things enable us all to harness the power and intestinal fortitude to deal with these whores properly on a daily basis.
We should all be patient with the "newbs", who come seeking knowledge, yet, are bamboozled by these whores, or , by their own thoughts. To those who challenge the positions of the well-seasoned veterans, at some point we can only wish these poor bastards well in their traverse, all the while, we maintain a position of no surrender. They too, shall learn to "stop blaming these whores", and rather, look in the mirror. Moving forward......
Science seeks to confirm, yet logic and experience is a testament. Every time I forget the latter, a hot rod jabs the liver.
I had gotten rid of all the whores shortly after the New Year, and decided to start anew . I went thru withdrawals and had symptoms similar to that of someone suffering from "DT's". I figured, I'm getting older, want to settle down, therefore, I needed a new strategy. I would be nicer, kinder, no lies, and adhere to some of the principles of "chivalry".
The first whore(1 of 3), was a bit too old for me , but, I liked her disposition. She wasn't too bright(a plus for me),no kids , and, was quite attractive,so, off we started. Great dates , great times, yet, there was this one thing she would do that had my radar on alert. She would get very quiet for days , and , when I pressed for information, it came out sparingly. She blamed work, (I, thought she was fucking around). I didn't want to press to hard since we were never "official". I felt very comfortable with this whore, so I opened up my life to her.. I need to see how this works. One day , she invites me over for drinks. As we drove, she asked me had I ever listen to the "secret"...I respond,"ummm heard of it, it's ok". "I listen to it everyday before I go into work", she says to me.
Well, we got in, get hammered, then, we had great sex. As I am laying there(she's passed out), I could hear the forum gods asking " How well do you know this whore , Puss. She knows you well, quid pro quo, check her out". Well, that was it for me. I needed to investigate. First stop, the purse. Checked ID, ...ooops , two different first names, two different addresses,same last name(defcon1). Hit the medicine cabinet (anti -depressant, bi- polar meds...defcon2).. Totally misgauged this whore. Anyhoo, needless to say, the next day, I change everything from email, phone number, etc. Don't blame the whore, blame yourself.
The second whore, was a bit younger, and much better eye candy. The drawback was that she was a bit smarter than the first whore, and, she had a crumb snatcher. Hmmm, ...maybe I could learn to like the crumb snatcher, or, she could think of a more creative way , like drowning it. I wanted to see what sort of a man I had become, so I opted to try to work it out with her and the crumb snatcher, and not make any such suggestions.
Thru the process of time, a certain question kept coming up and the intervals were getting shorter and shorter as to when it would be asked. "Where exactly do you work and what do you do again"? Errr, As I have stated 3 million times, I work in several labs doing market analysis for target markets, which may include, but not limited to; sound , video, and music. She replies, " what does all of that mean"? "It's ok, I'll just ask my sister, she works for the IRS".
. The gods whisper again..."this is a vindictive bitch , Puss, she will sue you soon enough for something". Don't blame the whore, blame yourself.
The third whore, was "special". This was was even younger than the aforementioned whores, but the sweet spot was, that she was dumb, hot, and very kind to me. She wasn't dumb as in retarded, but, she would relate real well with my niece who just graduated high school. I met her at a clothing store and I remember when she got her first big commission check (247.00), she was quite excited about the event. To be fair, she was also an hourly employee , but let's not go there. This might just be the ticket huh? We dated, I made her laugh, the skin was right, the nails were done, so, I accepted the fawn. She explained to me that she didn't want to have sex too soon and if I was ok with that. Actually, I was because I am kind of old fashion with such things. She then thru me a curve, which thru me off. She said that it didn't mean that we couldn't do other things until we got to know one another better. I accepted the terms with the assurance that pussy will be forthcoming at some point. I really liked her a lot and wanted to see how this new business she spoke of worked. Fellas, I am not one who cares for head, but never in my life have I had my dick sucked this way. The throat jobs she gave me made me suck my own thumb and curl up with a blanket like a baby does in a crib. Real bad table manners this bitch had. Suck, gag, swallow, sometimes spit...just messy. I became very fond of the thing. I believe that this is the reason Mark Anthony lost his mind when he went to war with Rome, after he met Cleopatra. It had to be the throat. I started doing "unpusscrook" like things . Don't ask, 'cause I'm not telling. No pussy, yet you suck me clean? This is interesting. Another thing I notice, she was controlled by her family a lot. I could hear them asking her questions while we were talking and this was a dead give away that she had no control over her life. I pressed on, hoping for the best. Weeks after, she went away on a trip with her aunt, older sister, and brother -in law, and then there was silence. Someone had given her an ultimatum. Outside influence had seeped in. In each case, I concluded that I had been at fault for not paying attention, and, not positioning myself based upon clear cut signs. This can only happen when you decide to tell them/show them what buttons to push, yet , yourself have not figured such buttons, even more so, pushed those buttons. Who would have thought that they are masters at hiding the buttons when you bare it all? Never let your guard down , or , forget the teachings of the old masters. After all, you are dealing with a hamster. For the record , a gang of bitches will pay for this dearly.
Before I start, I want to say that this forum, serves two purposes in my opinion. One, is rehabilitation, the other, edification. These two things enable us all to harness the power and intestinal fortitude to deal with these whores properly on a daily basis.
We should all be patient with the "newbs", who come seeking knowledge, yet, are bamboozled by these whores, or , by their own thoughts. To those who challenge the positions of the well-seasoned veterans, at some point we can only wish these poor bastards well in their traverse, all the while, we maintain a position of no surrender. They too, shall learn to "stop blaming these whores", and rather, look in the mirror. Moving forward......
Science seeks to confirm, yet logic and experience is a testament. Every time I forget the latter, a hot rod jabs the liver.
I had gotten rid of all the whores shortly after the New Year, and decided to start anew . I went thru withdrawals and had symptoms similar to that of someone suffering from "DT's". I figured, I'm getting older, want to settle down, therefore, I needed a new strategy. I would be nicer, kinder, no lies, and adhere to some of the principles of "chivalry".
The first whore(1 of 3), was a bit too old for me , but, I liked her disposition. She wasn't too bright(a plus for me),no kids , and, was quite attractive,so, off we started. Great dates , great times, yet, there was this one thing she would do that had my radar on alert. She would get very quiet for days , and , when I pressed for information, it came out sparingly. She blamed work, (I, thought she was fucking around). I didn't want to press to hard since we were never "official". I felt very comfortable with this whore, so I opened up my life to her.. I need to see how this works. One day , she invites me over for drinks. As we drove, she asked me had I ever listen to the "secret"...I respond,"ummm heard of it, it's ok". "I listen to it everyday before I go into work", she says to me.
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The second whore, was a bit younger, and much better eye candy. The drawback was that she was a bit smarter than the first whore, and, she had a crumb snatcher. Hmmm, ...maybe I could learn to like the crumb snatcher, or, she could think of a more creative way , like drowning it. I wanted to see what sort of a man I had become, so I opted to try to work it out with her and the crumb snatcher, and not make any such suggestions.
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The third whore, was "special". This was was even younger than the aforementioned whores, but the sweet spot was, that she was dumb, hot, and very kind to me. She wasn't dumb as in retarded, but, she would relate real well with my niece who just graduated high school. I met her at a clothing store and I remember when she got her first big commission check (247.00), she was quite excited about the event. To be fair, she was also an hourly employee , but let's not go there. This might just be the ticket huh? We dated, I made her laugh, the skin was right, the nails were done, so, I accepted the fawn. She explained to me that she didn't want to have sex too soon and if I was ok with that. Actually, I was because I am kind of old fashion with such things. She then thru me a curve, which thru me off. She said that it didn't mean that we couldn't do other things until we got to know one another better. I accepted the terms with the assurance that pussy will be forthcoming at some point. I really liked her a lot and wanted to see how this new business she spoke of worked. Fellas, I am not one who cares for head, but never in my life have I had my dick sucked this way. The throat jobs she gave me made me suck my own thumb and curl up with a blanket like a baby does in a crib. Real bad table manners this bitch had. Suck, gag, swallow, sometimes spit...just messy. I became very fond of the thing. I believe that this is the reason Mark Anthony lost his mind when he went to war with Rome, after he met Cleopatra. It had to be the throat. I started doing "unpusscrook" like things . Don't ask, 'cause I'm not telling. No pussy, yet you suck me clean? This is interesting. Another thing I notice, she was controlled by her family a lot. I could hear them asking her questions while we were talking and this was a dead give away that she had no control over her life. I pressed on, hoping for the best. Weeks after, she went away on a trip with her aunt, older sister, and brother -in law, and then there was silence. Someone had given her an ultimatum. Outside influence had seeped in. In each case, I concluded that I had been at fault for not paying attention, and, not positioning myself based upon clear cut signs. This can only happen when you decide to tell them/show them what buttons to push, yet , yourself have not figured such buttons, even more so, pushed those buttons. Who would have thought that they are masters at hiding the buttons when you bare it all? Never let your guard down , or , forget the teachings of the old masters. After all, you are dealing with a hamster. For the record , a gang of bitches will pay for this dearly.