No matter how many sluts I fucked, or what I made them do, it was never enough. Japanese sex Since love was a figment, I determined that making love was useless. In the five years that followed, I proved these rules over and over again. Somehow, I made it. Somehow, she almost always awoke before me and began displaying her talented oral skills until my eyes would open. At least that is what I tell myself so my conscience doesn’t eat me alive. I had to forgo my favorite bar for nearly a year after that encounter. But after a run in with a very large, very pissed off husband I refused to fuck them at home, relying on cheap hotels or in a dark corner of the club where we met. The longest I was with a woman was five months before I grew bored. He moved in with me for a few weeks, crashing on
