They Only Come Out at Night
Recently, after a nights debauch, I was walking down Conkling at night and noticed a HUGE number of rats scurrying around near the cemetary. This reminded me of a famous poet of Baltimore fame who used to write about these things. In the alley behind a bar that I occasionally visit, there were rats that could attack a non suspecting person; this reminded me of the evil spirits that might be lurking from the cemetary across the street. Better yet, the black cat with one eye might be running around also. I only visit this neighborhood occasionally, as the LE has increased its visibility lately; the flashing blue lights mean get out or get busted. Most or all of the girls that I talk to say the cops know exactly what's going on around here; I say you better watch out for a gang of rats, or better still, the one eyed Black Cat. Professor Studmore.
Monogamy. Way fucking over rated.
That dreaded word keeps coming up. Strange thing; a couple months ago my friend little Sarah. The blonde one with the perfect ass; asks me why I hit so many ladies instead of one regular. Mind you, I had let her stay the night and hit it twice. I told her I'm not looking for a relationship. I only see Ranee steadily, and that's usually Sunday morning and she's been happy with that for a couple years. I let her stay too sometimes. She likes having her freedom. Me too. I work crazy hours and sometimes only have Friday night to Monday morning if that. If I can manage 8 - 10 nuts in that time; why not? I like different flavors and sometimes I have to schedule them in 3-4 hours apart or do doubles (haha). Time is important, especially after 20 years with the same frigid female. I WAS FAITHFULLY MONOGAMOUS. Sarah called me a man-ho (le) LOL. I'm gullty. I've have more sex in the past 4 years than the whole time I was married I think. I have sperm backup, and not happy until my back hurts and knees buckle-haha. People think I'm hungover on planes. Naw, I'm just tired from fucking hahaha.
Recently I started seeing a lady who I always talked to but never went out with. She says "Why do you see so many of the ladies? People think you're an addict or sex monster" Have you considered being monogamous?" I damn near fell out. I wanted to tell her to get the fuck out. You're getting paid to fuck me, not be a psychologist. So I analized her instead. Yes, I'm spilling all the repressed appetite of the past 20 plus years. I am a ho. I play hard, and pay well. They call me up, so maybe something must be right.
I love the ability to fuck whoever I please and say GOODBYE whenever I want. Why complicate it. No more paying lawyers. I try to keep a reliable stable, and revolve them out if drama pops up or stupidity. This one is new and that curb is getting closer.
Saw Lily by accident at D's one night recently. Acted like she don't know me, but I had already replaced her with Jill & Amber (never have phones though), so life goes on.
Sometimes these ladies get high minded (in more ways than one), and think they own you. They get mad when they hear you went out with someone else. I tell them they need to be more reliable because there's always somebody who needs the money and will please a cock with less attitude (Anne-Marie). I'd rather give you ten bucks and a happy meal (Christina), than waste my time with someone just wanting pills and rocks, and gives lousy, lazy service.
Meanwhile, I got work to do, and more pussies to pound. Get on the team or get the fuck out of the way.
Sgt. NiteTimer (the real one). Out.
