3:33

Well, it's early morning. I just took two cheap whiskeys and realized I can screw my friends with my jokes. I don't have sleep, I don't have my girlfriend to cover up my depression, and maybe I'll lose two or three friends with my attitude, who knows? I'm at a point in life where I'd like to have work, money, and friends for a while but the truth is I have work and money and can't go out with my friends, not even with a girl (and that's what I miss most). Oh boy, when you get to that age where work becomes your life, what saves you from madness are the shirts you make every day when waking up, with each woman who presents herself on social media or porn pages; the fetish that drives me crazy is milfs and teenagers, heavens, I feel like the first ones have something to teach you how to get it right and the second ones have that fresh meat you'd eat every day. Now it's 3:42 am and I don't sleep and my mind only wants to wander and think about my ex-girlfriend's tits; a pair of breasts you'd devour at breakfast and dinner. Because the one before her was skinny with no tits and no ass but the meat stuck to the bone is also the best and God forgive me that woman has the most delicious vagina I've ever tried. At this moment, I'd like to unload all the stress my body carries, how? By having sex, giving an oral to the juiciest vagina that presents itself, putting my fingers in it and discharging my fury in every lick, every finger insertion, every spit of saliva on the floor and clitoris. Demons, I'd like to have my girl with her legs up and her vulva in front of my nose or my girl on her back and my nose between her anus and vagina. Eating that ass as if there were no tomorrow, as if I would lose my life tomorrow at 9 am. Look, honey, the thing is this, I'd like you to have the courage to send me your Naked breasts after showering or your pubic area before putting on those lace bras that I love to lower with my teeth. It's 3:52 and my mind gets tired of thinking about all the positions I want to make you feel loved in and listening to the moans your mouth expels with each lick, with each finger insertion, with each cock insertion. Oh girl, forgive me for being so crude, forgive me if my tongue is dirty but remember that the pig lives in the mud and yet it knows how to taste good. It's 3:55 and it's time to cum this post because I'd like to masturbate with your hidden memory between the sheets of my bed, where I can close my eyes and touch myself until I come on a toilet paper and then throw it away, like I usually do with the other things that no longer serve. Slow death.