Sex Drive

There is a lazy mentality about what we do. Scams and tricks. Do you remember when The Sixth Sense came out? Do you remember why everyone thought it was amazing? It was because the movie has a crazy twist at the end. Once you become conditioned to crazy twists life takes a different turn, and you end up jaded and alone until someone can come up with an even more mind altering thought.

Only one person knows I'm writing this. That is my Achilles heel. Shylock. He might be surprised by this post. I don't mind.

I came home this afternoon and I found a letter, I'll scan it later, waiting for me on the kitchen sink:

It's MY Place!
I'm Staying!
Heart Jen

I fucked a prostitute last night, after writing the post. I don't have a problem with prostitution. I used to. I even made a pact with an old Jewish school mate, we promised one another that we would never buy sex, even if we were really desperate. After dating a whore, things changed in my mind. I was fine with the service. I understood that sex could be just sex, and as long as it stayed like that I was fine with it. I am not a jealous man. I am trusting. When I trust someone, I will believe them when they say that they felt nothing for some schmuck that they just fucked. Yesterday I paid a whore.

Since I can remember finding out about them, I have always had an interest in fucking a cross dresser. I want to get blown by a gorgeous girl, kiss her mouth, grab her ass, then grab her tits and jam her mouth back down on my cock until she gags and gasps for air through her nose. I want to be ready to cum, then pull her full lips off my cock, rip her clothes off. I want to rip off her bra and find a set of perfect tits. I want to rip off her dress, her panties, and find a long, hard cock. I've always wanted to turn the girl around, slap her ass, and push my cock into her ass hard. That was the fantasy.

All the past experiences I've had with whores have involved costs of over $200 and nice apartments or hotel rooms. The usual places to look for pay-to-play trim seemed to come up short when looking for t-girls so I had to resort to Craigslist. I had a few choices, and I think I chose incorrectly. I ended up spanking a fat, yet passable, girl on the ass before fucking her for a half hour and then giving up and finishing myself in her bathroom. It was less than satisfactory. I paid my $50, which I now understand, and went home unfulfilled.