forest monkey
New Lister
It's 5:00 am in the morning, last nights beer is still in my system, besides me is the hottest woman I have ever slept with, a student at a private university taking a major in marketing. When i say hot I really mean it, I have fucking high standards she stands at about 5 feet 3 inches tall, light skinned around 50 kg with a curvaceous body. Am currently in Machakos in a hotel before I take a shower and go back to Thika I remove the bed-sheet covering her bare body I f**k her one last time then I go to get ready. It's done she will never see or hear from me again I feel no guilt I mean am used to it right now.
NO FEELINGS. A fucking robot you women made me this, a cold monster. I just wanted to get a girlfriend to be loved and enjoy life with one girl like every egalitarian man in past society. But I learned fast and hard that women like men who are experienced, cold, calculating and successful.I told you I love you, you told me you just wan't to be friends but hey I heard you fucked the entire basketball squad last month. I bought you flowers you saw me as weak. You used me for lunch and dinners all I got were a few hugs here and there obviously this wasn't working I hard to change. When i see you know I see a piece of meat, an object to be used nothing more.
You have no intellectual pursuits, you waste your entire day on the gram being jealous at other more blessed ladies. I don't respect you for I know that you will leave me for another more successful man, anyway i don't give a f**k I have 10 more like you begging me to take you out loyalty has lost it's meaning. Your clothes have no respect, you mannerism are out of whack and you party like there is no tomorrow.
I don't know your name, a random thot in the club? you saw me being the center of attention, you left your own boy friend to come to my table why? I gamed you right, I kissed you , I touched you right, you couldn't resist, I asked you if I could take you to my room, you hesitated until you saw my car that''s when you couldn't get off me, wait din't you say you had a boyfriend or a husband or something? How can I respect you.
I love your loose morals, you liberalism ideas, it makes it easier that you drink and I can f**k you before you pass out.And then you pass out I want to hug you , to feel your heart beat to feel your love then I remember that next weekend you will meet another skilled player like me and this entire situation will play out again, maybe it's the DJ who knows.
I arrive in Thika at about 8:00 am and before I entire my apartment I meet my neighbor a drunk mid 20's lady, barely dressed, I tell her of the bottle of vodka in my place i spend only 15 minutes of game before your weak judgement agrees to come over to my place. here we go again....
just another day in slutville
NO FEELINGS. A fucking robot you women made me this, a cold monster. I just wanted to get a girlfriend to be loved and enjoy life with one girl like every egalitarian man in past society. But I learned fast and hard that women like men who are experienced, cold, calculating and successful.I told you I love you, you told me you just wan't to be friends but hey I heard you fucked the entire basketball squad last month. I bought you flowers you saw me as weak. You used me for lunch and dinners all I got were a few hugs here and there obviously this wasn't working I hard to change. When i see you know I see a piece of meat, an object to be used nothing more.
You have no intellectual pursuits, you waste your entire day on the gram being jealous at other more blessed ladies. I don't respect you for I know that you will leave me for another more successful man, anyway i don't give a f**k I have 10 more like you begging me to take you out loyalty has lost it's meaning. Your clothes have no respect, you mannerism are out of whack and you party like there is no tomorrow.
I don't know your name, a random thot in the club? you saw me being the center of attention, you left your own boy friend to come to my table why? I gamed you right, I kissed you , I touched you right, you couldn't resist, I asked you if I could take you to my room, you hesitated until you saw my car that''s when you couldn't get off me, wait din't you say you had a boyfriend or a husband or something? How can I respect you.
I love your loose morals, you liberalism ideas, it makes it easier that you drink and I can f**k you before you pass out.And then you pass out I want to hug you , to feel your heart beat to feel your love then I remember that next weekend you will meet another skilled player like me and this entire situation will play out again, maybe it's the DJ who knows.
I arrive in Thika at about 8:00 am and before I entire my apartment I meet my neighbor a drunk mid 20's lady, barely dressed, I tell her of the bottle of vodka in my place i spend only 15 minutes of game before your weak judgement agrees to come over to my place. here we go again....
just another day in slutville
