Facts first.

Paying for pussy is:

- very fun
- taboo
- awkward
- satisfying
- common

It’s also a very economic thing that almost everyone who loves pussy participates in .

The Story

Well, this morning I woke up, rolled up and found Doop sleeping on my sofa at the crib.  I had no idea why and when he got there.  At approximately 10 o’clock I received a text about an inquiry I called about two weeks prior, for a sex worker.  Now I didn’t really want to do it but I needed something to write about this week.  Plus, I hadn’t fucked in like 42 days so in the name of science and Joy-Toilet, I was going to fuck a prostitute.  Now morally speaking I feel like shit.  But I just busted a nut so physically speaking, I’m pretty relaxed right now.

At about 11:30 I kicked Doop out and gave him a pack . A pack – if you don’t know – is a gram to 2g of high-grade marijuana and a rollup or pack of papers, it doesn’t really matter. But he knew that unless he was willing to film me fucking. He had to go.  He wasn’t mad at the fact that I was about to fuck a ho’, no he was more pissed about being woken up before 12pm. That’s pre-office hours for us.

So about 30 minutes later she gets to my doorstep. I didn’t even realize that I already sent her my address.  Anyway, she texted me the typical “here” and I opened the door to a girl I knew in fucking high school.  We both realized it the moment I opened the door.  She gives me a hug and says “Long time no see”. It was Polly( her real name is not Polly but she would kill me if I used her real name since she reads these blogs).  The fucking slut of class 2011, she was known for riding the D .

I didn’t really talk to her back then,  outside of the occasional “hey”, “bye” or “pass that blunt”.  She smiled and asked me “how long do you want it?” From there we discussed some business and talked about old times.  And you know, life, hopes and dreams. She “played” and modeled for an hour but she deleted all the pics and videos I took (sorry, next time I will hide the camera in a better place).

The whole time she was modeling for me I couldn’t stop thinking about something.  Everyone that likes, loves or just cant live without pussy pays for it. When you really think it, it’s not the girl you’re taking out to dinner or lunch or out for drinks or lighting up. No, you’re taking that pussy out.  And even then you’re relying on pure probability, and probability is a bitch.

Talk about bang for your buck.

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- JBurns

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