GUTLESS GROVELING CONGRESSIONAL TRUMP MAGAS

What a pathetic joke it is to try and baselessly impeach Joe Biden. I hope the sicko fringe Republicans do not proceed, If the DOJ starts digging into the backgrounds of some of the most radical anti-Biden morons they may end up thrown out of office and impeached themselves for good reasons.

Mr. Garbage, speaker of the house Kevin McCarthy a weak, groveling dope  and total Trump loyalist and Jim Jordan, two of the garbage picking Republicans attacking the President and his son both have dirty and immoral backgrounds.

Jim Jordan or Gym as he is sometimes called would not act to help his wrestlers at Ohio State University a few years ago when he coached college wrestling when some wrestlers told him of the perverted sexual actions of Dr. Richard Strauss who acted out sexually with at least six of Jordan's wrestlers. Jordan knew and walked away without opening his disgusting mouth while knowing about the sexual attacks on his wrestlers by Strauss. 

Cowardly Strauss than choose suicide after being sentenced to jail for his despicable and sick perversions. 

As for Speaker McCarthy who heads the impeachment effort he dropped out of the speakers race in 2015 partly because married Mr. McCarthy had an affair with congresswoman Renee Ellmers. Kevin is one of the dumbest and most gutless Trumpers out there who only got his speakership by selling his soul to a bunch of far right goons.

There is  a ton of dirty laundry connected to many other members of congress. much more serious than Hunter Biden who repaid his income tax  and his having a illegal gun. This guy is being hung out to dry by these useless Republicans who cannot even come with charges against Joe Biden, 

Since when are the Republicans so concerned about guns anyway? They do not seem to make any real effort to stop maniacs from legally buying AR-15 assault rifles and other rifles designed as fighting weapons.  In many states as you can buy a long rifle as easily as you can buy a hamburger. One of Hunter Bidens guns might have been sold to him by a place that lobbies and contributes to Jordan and other impeachment supporters. 

But, they protect their assault rifle lobbies who drop money on them to keep the gun sellers in business. And all kinds of people die and the guns keep firing at helpless people with a few notable exceptions who will not sell guns..

Meanwhile, we are getting close to a government shutdown while these goofs in congress fight with each other over nothing making no domestic progress and North Koreas Kim  and Russia's Putin laugh, have lunch and buy and sell weapons. 

All this in large part because of Donald J. Trump, a lying, cheating, sexual criminal who conman who has a strangle hold on the seats of the members of the Republican party.

People. What are we allowing to happen to this country?

COACH DAVE MAY BE THE PERSON TO TALK WITH

I am someone who understands inner torment and can connect to many people who suffer from depression, anxiety, and addictions. 

The right person and the right words can be critical to finding relief. 

I am a retired, single male of 72. I  understand people like me and may be able to help you. 

I am a lifelong sufferer of addiction including, ocd, impulse disorder, adhd,  compulsive gambling, sex and love junkie. 

I have tried it all and found talk therapy works best.

Contact me.

Coach Dave

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SEVENTY TWO YEAR OLD MALE WITH LIBIDO THAT VIAGRA CANNOT HELP

Sex and a seventy two year old healthy male? There is a question mark because I really do not know what happened to my once voracious libido.

I always was virile. Hot. Ready to get it on and make love with the right person who fortunately is still around. She is very sexy, uninhibited, and ready to make love.

I'm not.

My libido has disappeared. It started decreasing some years ago. Then, I discovered Viagra and its cousins. My penis danced around for several years firm and proud. 

I loved being hard like a sixteen year old artificially or not. My orgasms were still explosive. 

I constantly have needed my little blue helpers in increasing amounts for the last ten years. I did not care. With assistance my sex organ still worked like a well oiled machine. Maybe my sex drive decreased gradually but I could still have great sex. 

About six months ago my dick went south. Literally. The hard on pills stopped working as they always had. My sex drive decreased significantly. Bigger dosages of Viagra helped less and less.

Now, I cannot get it up regardless of whatever I do. Huge doses of Viagra on an empty stomach, sex toys, sleazy lingerie, everything I or she can think of I does not get me going.

The biggest problem is I have plain lost the desire. The urge is non-existent.  I am all squirted out it seems. 

I am done sexually and I want to miss it. But I don't.

I live a retired, relaxed, stress free life. So, take comfort compatriots.

Don't tell me or try to sell me magic creams, procedures, or anything else. 

I accept my fate.

WHY IS ATTORNEY GENERAL BILL BARR PRESIDENT TRUMP'S PERSONAL WHORE?

How did Attorney General Bill Barr, once a distinguished lawyer, decide to write a paper to Donald Trump essentially offering to become his exclusive whore?

A letter that said, that in Barr's opinion, a sitting president was basically immune from the law. That said that Barr felt the Commander-in-Chief was by and large above the law.

So, bogus Trump got Barr in as Attorney General in a heartbeat.

The Attorney General is supposed to work for all the people equally. He is the boss of the Justice Dept. .promising to uphold the laws of the land and make his best efforts in managing the Justice Dept.

Instead, he became Trumps personal whore masquerading as Attorney General. He has acted to defend, lie for, support, and  cover up Trumps many abuses and violations of the Presidency. 

He instantly started acting as Trumps personal attorney as soon as he became AG. instead of being the legitimate Attorney General of the United States which he was charged with.

Why?

Barr is so bogus and transparent in being the Presidents legal tool that it seems there is an abnormal relationship existing between the two. 

Did anyone ever check the history of Barr and Trump and try to figure out why Barr would prostitute himself for Trumps benefit? 

Who knows? Trump has a very checkered background. 

Maybe there is a tie between Barr and Trump?

Trump violated his oath of office as soon as his inauguration. He is a scum bag and a human piece of garbage. He is one of the lowest forms of life.in my opinion.

Trump has defrauded, been corrupt, gone bankrupt five or six times, stiffed vendors for tons of money, paid off porn stars, and has lied during his term over 14,000 times and counting.

 He is the worst nightmare as a U.S President I can imagine. 

Does he owe Barr or does Barr owe Trump something, somehow? 

It is worth checking!

GIGOLO OFFERS FREE TIPS ON DATING SERVICES

As a 71 year old gigolo who has been very successful on the dating site match.com and other sites I will share with you a sure fire method of finding out if will be attractive to women who inhabit on those meat markets.

It is still all about looks. Just like in high school boys.

Brains and sensitivity and all other attributes are very critical In the rest of your life. But, not on dating sites. If you care about hooking up with hot ladies your face and body is the ticket to ride. Maybe it's been a while since you were in the romance game? You may think that it is different now in this advanced world than it was when you were just a young man. Yes. It is different in many ways. 

But, no it is not different when it comes to your appeal. Looks still wins the babes whether you are 7 or 70.

Oh, one exception. If you have a ton of money along with that can make a difference. With enough cash that you should splash in  when writing about yourself in your profile let those women know you got a lot of money baby money. Do it subtly. You will start looking beautiful to some. 

Otherwise, you are going to be stuck in the wallflower section again. Sorry. 

So, the good news is that you can buy your way into a romance. Lavish that great looking sexpot with gifts and fancy dinners immediately. You will succeed. 

Or, you can sign up for one of the numerous match making services that cater to men with money. Just be careful because who can easily get hustled by gold diggers. But, you are sharp so play the game. It is all about sex for many.

If you do not know whether you will be a winner on a dating site like match or date than save time and find out. Use my system. It is free. Than, you will know where you stand.

It's very easy to use. I emphasize that success with online dating is all about looks. Shallow and superficial yes. But trust me, I'm right. So, do a test.

This is how it works. You will know how physically appealing you are on match.com or any other dating site very quickly. You get an instant judgement so you don't have to spin your wheels.

Decide on your requirements regarding age, location, financial status of your match.. You can set the search criteria to access only those women you are interested in. Write 25 emails exactly as I have written the sample below.

Then, do the following. Email the 25 ladies all at one time. Don't get fancy, don't try to be witty. Just copy and paste what I have written. It is what I have used effectively forever. You will know if you are going to be a player, a partial player, or a reject.

I'm interested ( in caption line above email box)

"Hi, I like your profile and I like the way you look. Let me know if you are also interested. Yes or no will be fine."  

Sincerely, David

Wait about 30 minutes after you have written the emails. Then, you should get some results. Click on the people who have most recently viewed you. Match them to the 25 you emailed. You can navigate all that on the match site. If you see a bunch of women you emailed looked at your profile you will know your fate.

If your inbox is empty or almost empty because no emails came back you are probably going to be a loser on  the popular dating sites. Live with it. 

If a few responses came back saying they are interested along with some messages you are in business.  Than, go to work on who suits your fancy. Many responses come from women who send outdated pictures. Many come from undesirable people for whatever reason. So, meet at Starbucks first. Easy place to use and nit's cheap. If your superstar shows up you will figure out what to do quickly.

If a whole bunch came back with messages indicating a desire to meet you, with some phone numbers included, then you are going to have a great time hustling all those endless ladies out there. Have fun. Go for it. But, start at Starbucks. Don't get sucked in with a hot phone call or message.

If you cannot  make a determination after those first emails try another 25  people. If you get no good responses you do not have dating site appeal. Start thinking of paying a service for romantic connections. 

Don't be shy. Get yourself out there. Either your looks or your money will work.

Guys, you aren't going to learn anything about yourself you didn't already know. You are just confirming reality. I have done great online. But it never goes fast or easy for me. I am ok looking and have a little money. 

Persistence is my answer. It works but it is so slow.

SEX GAMBLING AND LOVE IN A RAMBLING POORLY WRITTEN FORM

I just sat down at my laptop which I have not used for a few months. I have been blogging off and on for many years. I'm a bad procrastinator even though I love to write. In fact, it took me five years to make $106.94 from Google AdSense.  

I am a tall, thin, white haired 71 year old Jewish male who lives with his girlfriend in a nice over fifty five complex. She is sleeping soundly in the bedroom that I just left after sleeping only three hours when I really need eight hours. Cannot sleep. Lots of anxiety.

Its 3 am and I have swallowed a couple of Valium 10 mil. pills but they have not even phased me. Probably, too tolerant of them from too many years of being semi-addicted. But, I sure am glad I have them along with a stash of power packed Xanax tablets for insurance. I have ferocious demons.

Anyway, I got sidetracked. I was going to talk about one of my many neurotic fears. I developed a kidney stone several years ago and read that if you ever get one you would likely get another. So, I always wait for the pain when I pee. Scary thought. 

I just pissed and naturally my ocd kicked in and I thought about that kidney stone as pee  flowed easily. I am always grateful for certain small things that work as I have gotten older. Urinating normally is one of them after successful prostate surgery in 2015. 

 But, what would I do if I got another kidney stone attack right now? It's the midst of the corona virus pandemic. I live in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. The virus is severe here. My life would totally change in a heartbeat if I started having pain in my kidney and needed to go to the hospital ER for treatment.

I am grateful for small victories now, because I know about big defeats. I have learned gratitude from working the twelve steps of recovery in Gamblers Anonymous. I have been sober from gambling for over eleven years. It is one of my only accomplishment besides making beautiful children. 

 I think, what's the big deal? If I become overwhelmed with a medical problem and needed to go to the emergency room and never leave the hospital it's no great loss. I am expendable. That bothers me. 

I did not used to feel expendable when twenty five people worked for me and I had child support payments and was always wheeling and dealing to stay in gambling action. I also had a wild romance going on that sucked my loins dry but never left me feeling irrelevant.

 Once upon a time I was desperate every minute of every day to get my hands on enough money to sustain my degenerate existence.  

 Now, the craziness is all done. My kids are grown and all are healthy, happy, and wealthy needing nothing from me. When they were young I blew them off for gambling and women. I was mostly not around and left all three of them when they were small. I was a shit father but always loved them and stayed in their lives the best way I could.

 They love me very much but not like a regular dad but like a dad who is a friend. They know I  love them deeply. My reckless, irresponsible actions have hurt me very much.  I do love my life and  have had a great ride despite my contempt self destructive, addictive personality

 I also loved gambling and went wildly nuts for another woman,  Fortunately, my wonderful wife happily remarried a solid guy. She did almost all of the heavy living of raising the kids which she did perfectly.  She is also a fabulous grandmother to our seven grandchildren and a terrific wife to her lucky guy.

My long time soulmate and I met long ago after I was married about seven years. At first we existed on super intense sexual heat that turned into a love we have shared and successfully nurtured for each other. She is my angel, She is one of the lucky blessings of a lifetime. I played around a lot but stayed loyal to her even though she was with another.

We have stayed together for thirty five years although we never could live together for long.That is too complicated to go into now. It is a fascinating story I will tell later. 

 Back to me me me. What's the difference to the world whether I feel good and live my totally hedonistic no brainer life of being  with my long time love, living with my girlfriend, playing golf,  playing pickle ball, eating, watching CNN and playing with my sweet dog or not being here at all?

I feel some value because my soulmates husband died and she is alone and really does need me in some form that is platonic now but could morph again into romance as it has done many times in its connection. We will see as she adjusts to life without him and also see if I can live happily with my new girlfriend. 

But, I guess each person really does live for themselves in some form. I really am an egocentric, spoiled, entitled guy because I have been blessed in so many ways.

I do nothing much these days, certainly nothing very constructive. This blog is my only way of offering anything worthwhile to the world and to myself regarding matters of humanity and human existence. 

Otherwise, I'm just a lunk who happens to be supported by a rich long time love who generously covers my expenses. On paper I live the life men dream of. Except, I am a total fraud. 

My love was married to another guy for many years but despite that our relationship never ended. I have still remained her baby thankfully.  My long time love is alone and in pain. I try to be supportive as much as I can without blowing my cover. We have been undercover forever and lucky. We both hope it stays that way. 

She knows we cannot be with each other full time because I cannot sustain the mature relationship she requires. So, she understands why I must be in an immature relationship with my sweet, loyal girlfriend.  She is not begrudging or unhappy with me because she knows I love her intensely despite our relationship being weird. Not to us though. We will always be united.

Actually,  my new girlfriend and I get along fine. She lets me do whatever I want. We now make love about once a month versus a year ago when we made love once a day. I choke down 120 miligrams of Viagra and I'm good to go. 

The lovemaking is very good but there is virtually no communication. The intellectual interaction is with my long time lover who is brilliant and we understand each other well. We can talk forever. She gets me to a tee and I her. 

My new girlfriend and I have severe language barriers but we do fine just living together.  We are great roommates with benefits. 

Our dog is the major part of our life and is our common bond. We both love our dog unconditionally. He is our emotional support outlets.

I do not feel like writing anymore.
This is not written well but I am going to publish it anyway.
Whatever, 

David

PRESIDENT TRUMPS SEXUAL BOOTY CALLS NOW A TOUGH TASK

I wonder what Donald Trump is doing for fresh booty these days if anything? We all know he is a sexual superman. If he wanted a woman before he was elected President he got one fast. 

At least that used to be the case before he was confined to the watchful eye of the entire nation after getting involved in some very scandalous episodes. Paying strippers for sex and being exposed as somewhat of a predatory beast with many accusations of his unstoppable style of assaulting women created his reputation. 

Being President is terrific but it does have it's limitations. The President cannot just grab a woman by the p...y and make her into an instant lover. It seems a very tough task to be abstinent when you are the leader of the free world and unable to get it on at will. 

Read and research information about Presidents Bill Clinton or John Kennedy about sex in or out of the White House. Check out many other politicians whose careers disintegrated upon being discovered breaking their marital vows. Trump must be very uncomfortably careful. He does not like that.

 A President who was once a TV celebrity and world class playboy might be really frustrated at being unable to operate in the sexually free wheeling style of his past after he has been publicly burned several times and is forced to back off the booty.

Trump has the impulse control of a puppy dog jumping around salivating for Milk Bones being thrown all around with his tongue drooling. Or, the control of a Great Dane having Big Macs dropped at his feet. But, he is currently powerless to act on his obvious desires. 

Nonetheless, I never sell Donald Trump short when it comes to fulfilling his sexual pleasures. I believe he is the smartest guy around in matters of healthcare, foreign policy, immigration, gun control, science, medicine, awarding important positions in and out of the cabinet. I believe he is an unstoppable sexual predator who is probably still finding ways to get it on with females.

I also think Donald Trump can do just about anything he sets his mind to do so snagging some quick sex no matter how complicated the equation seems to be a very small task considering this mans selfish hunger.

So, how is this self proclaimed "genius" fulfilling his huge carnal appetite? Just look at his super gorgeous, sexy, steaming hot wife Melania. They hooked up long ago when Donald was just a New York player and apparently they had a voracious sexual frenzy for years. 

Than, Trump became POTUS. Suddenly, all eyes are on him and her everywhere they go and on everything they do. Neither can make a move without being under a microscope let alone sneak away for a day or night of sexual delight.

 Also, it appears that Melania no longer has the hots for the Donald she once had at least from the way she seems to not want to even hold his small hands let alone any other apparatus that is attached to his big, beautiful, bloated body filled with tons of delicious junk food 

So, what are you doing Donald to satisfy those famous urges you have always had for Herculean sex? How does a constrained Donald quell his gigantic appetite for the hot flesh of  ravenous, irresistible woman he continually comes across?

How does he get away from all those Secret Service agents, the reporters, and the cameras that follow every move he makes?
It must be hard?

STORMY AND TRUMP SEXUAL REMATCH. WHAT A BALL!!

Seems to me that Stormy Daniels and her lover boy Donald Trump still have unfinished business. Trump was burning hot for Stormy before. Maybe it would be good closure for them to get together again and satisfy their obviously unsatisfied desires.

 It sure seems that Melania wants no part of Donald. She slaps his hand away from hers when he tries to touch her.. Makes sense. Who wants Stormys rejects. But, Donald also hates looking like a loser. He sure did not look like the stud he has acted like in the past after Stormy outed his weird penis.

Stormy made Trump seem like a sexual failure. She said nothing at all to compliment Trumps supposed sexual prowess. Sounds like his little hands and package did not impress Stormy. Trump used to come off  like Mr. hot pants. Stormy hurt Trumps reputation. Trump must hook up with Stormy to redeem himself to regain confidence in his bungled libido. 

I think Trumps wounded ego might be redeemed if he had another chance to  hit the bed with Stormy and perform well. You know Trumps fragile ego. He may need his suffering sexual ego restored so he can rally his troops coming into the mid terms. He gets depressed when his sex life is bad.  I think Trump and Stormy should have a return sexual engagement. 

But, there has to be something in it for both of them. So, see what you think of this.

If Trump cannot perform to Stormy's satisfaction then Stormy gets 1 million dollars and an apology from Trump for  all the harassment she received from him and Michael Cohen. Stormy is given a good job and agrees to surrender any right she has to go after Trump.  

 If Trump can perform like the man he says he is then Stormy must admit what a stud Trump is with pictures and DNA proof. She must praise his virility to whoever and wherever he wishes. Stormy gets 1 million dollars but she has to leave Washington and must surrender any right she has to come back against at Trump.

Mike Pence and Bill Clinton will be present at the site of the love making session.
They will watch and agree to only one point. Is Trump a happy man or not at the end of the love making session. That should be easy to determine.

So, that's where my head is at now.

TIPS FROM A BLOGGER DUMMY ON MAKING MONEY FROM GOOGLE ADSENSE

                    Tips On Making Money Blogging

1-Pick a specific subject and stick to it.
2-Do not drift.
3-Use SEO  (keywords) words such as dummy, sex, drugs, free, scandal, violence, Trump. etc. SEO stands for Search Engine Optimization. 
 The search engines loves hot words.They pick them out and may lead them to your blog. You do not even have to know what a search engine is. Search engines know you.                                      
4-Find a subject that really interests you. Write for yourself and the audience will find you.
5-Check other blogs and offer comments no matter how stupid and boring they are. Then, ask permission to post a link to your own blog. You will probably get it and may attract valuable, new traffic.
 6-Remember, at all times that Google AdSense is the place that keeps a record of all the looks and visitors that your blog attracts.
It is the money. Google Adsense is your boss. It keep great records of everything on your blog so you can measure all of your statistics continually..
 7-Use Facebook, Twitter, Reddit, Google+ and every other     platform to promote your blog. Post your link to your blog and     SEO words to bring viewers to your blog. 
 9-Learn how to read the Google Adsense reports that you are sent continually. If you have a brain you can figure out how to analyze your writing and improve the content.
10-I cannot read the Adsense reports because I am too old and        stupid but you probably can. Teach me someone.
11-Be ready for disappointment as you see shitty results or no results despite writing your brains out. That's my story. 
12-It's just so much fun when you make a few pennies like I just did from your writing. It's kind of like playing golf. One good hit keeps you coming back.
13-Have fun writing and do not quit your day job!!

GOOGLE BLOGGER SUCCESS STORY GRANDPA MAKES MONEY AND SHARES THE SECRET

Do you want to know how to make money on Google Adsense? 
I finally figured it out.  Google Adsense is the Google tracking system where you get paid from Google on the number of clicks or looks your blog pages get from the internet universe.  

Your blog followers, either new people or repeat viewers, who click on your blog then see the ads that Google sells to people to run on your blog pages. Traffic is the key to any blog. The more traffic your blog attracts the more chances there are that your advertisers will get responses. Remember, the main thing that gets and keeps traffic coming to your blog is great content. Content is king. Every click on your blog can be worth cash. Remember that.

Google advertisers have their ads placed based on the content you provide your audience.  If you have a blog, for example, that offers information on sex then Google will sell ad space to advertisers who sell dildos, lingerie, aphrodisiacs, vibrators, handcuffs, lubricants, massage oils, etc.

So, think of a subject you are very interested in. It can be anything at all. If women's underwear is your thing then write compelling stories about all aspects of women's underwear. But do it right. Be a ferocious reader and researcher. Learn more about women's underwear then any other blogger. Make womens underwear your life.

Always write fresh, interesting, unique, quality content. An effective blogger should stay on a narrow subject so viewers know what to expect. Draw them into your blog. Feed your followers great, original, material to read. Make them want to to get to your blog like an addict wants to get to their drugs. 

Keep writing constantly. Stay only on the subject of your blog. It is easy to drift. Don't. Stay focused. Remember, the narrower the lens the wider the focus. You can find endless amounts of material on anything. Hundreds of millions of people are into blogs continually. Find things that captivates and educates them. Then, hook them and you win.

Do not get discouraged. Start working your ass off pouring heart and soul into your blog. Expect to make no money or just pennies for a long time. Just keep grinding like I did. Eventually, the world will beat a path to your door.

I have blogged on Blogger by Google forever. It is a free platform and perfect for beginners. Adsense keeps track of everything you earn. Blogger keeps a list of all your blog posts.

me out.  I ain't no genius. Just a 70 yr. old dude who likes to write. Most the time I cannot even figure out what works on my blog and what does not. Check my blog out and offer comments or ask questions. Good luck

kingdavidsblog.blogspot.com

Viagra Does The Job Saving My Relationship

  I woke up this morning in terror about my life. Broke and three days from being homeless thanks to my fucking girlfriend - ex-girlfriend. She gave me the boot just because my old dick won't go up all the time. Ok. Most of the time . Fine. Almost never. I get it. My dick is really a problem. But, its only been bad for 7 or 8 years.  No big deal I tell her. "That's right" she says. "Your dick used to be a big deal. Now its mush just like the person its attached to. You two belong together. Two worthless . I don't know.... Things.  Three days to find another sucker for free rent . Good luck. Your ex- main asset  is now as useless as rotten eggs"

  I hobbled over to to  the computer table to take my pills. I glanced at the computer screen and my heart jumped.. I'm not too sharp but I do know a good deal when I see one. She thinks I'm dumb. Ha.

 There it was. On the screen in big, bold print  an offer that said." We can make you wealthy without even putting your socks on". I looked over at my ugly, dirty, smelly socks .I was pumped. I'll show her who' s dumb I thought"

  I dialed the number in the ad. A lady answered. This is Ginny,"can I help you? "Yes, yes you can Ginny" "Thank goodness I called you" I'm Dave and I'm glad to tell you I haven't put my socks on.

. "What about your socks sir" Call me Dave please "Your socks? "Yeah Ginny. "My socks".
. " I just read your ad and it said "you can make me wealthy without me even putting on my socks."
So Ginny, how will you make me wealthy"?Sir" "It's Dave. Dave.
 "Ok Dave You want money " You'll have to apply.

"No.No.No. Your ad said you could make me wealthy without putting my socks on."
"so, let's get  started".

"Who are you please" I'm Dave " "and you want what"? I want you to make me wealthy". I haven't put my socks on so I'm qualified Ginny." "Uh Sir"." I mean Dave".

"How much did you want to apply to borrow Dave"?  "Borrow" I gasped. "Your ad only says you can make me rich without putting my socks on. There is nothing in your ad about borrowing."

"I don't understand why you are talking about". "Your socks?.
 "Ginny,you have an ad that says that you can make me rich without putting my socks on."
" Why would we loan you money for not putting your socks on"?
"Ginny,  I don't  know but you can get in trouble if you don't honor your ads."
"Trouble" "I'm just a temp here". I don't want any trouble."

  You have to fill out an application if you wish to apply for a loan"? "What is your email'? "

Why do you want my email"? "So I can send you a loan application Dave". "I just said I don't want a loan. I want you to make me a rich. I have put on my socks so I'm qualified"
"Um" Sir, I mean Dave"
I'm just a temp here. We don't sell socks."

"Oh, I get it" "Your ad was a bait and switch" "You sucked me in'
"You can get in a lot of trouble for false advertising."
"Trouble" "trouble" I'm just a temp here. I don't want to cause any trouble."
"Now, I would like the phone number of  the owner so I can sue  for false advertising"
"You wont get in any trouble if you just give me the owners name and number"

"I don't know it Dave" "Just ask anyone who has authority in your office". They'll know it"
"Hold on please" "It's Bob Johnson Dave at 7776543. He's actually the owner of the company" "He's in in the mornings."

"i called Mr. Johnson and left a voice mail explaining my interest in his company making me wealthy.
It's been two days and he has'nt called me back.
But is all good now. I won't be homeless for a while. i conned my friend out of the 100 mg Viagras so I figure I have another week left here.

'

 

LOVE SICK OLD GUY SUFFERS A BROKEN HEART BECAUSE OF A BIG MOUTH

I just blew the one chance I've had in several years to find the last love of my sixty nine year old male life. I blew it because this gorgeous lady I met on match.com warned me the first time we went out that she would would never surrender to my way of trying to control and dominate her. She saw that defect as soon as she showed a little interest in me. She is a therapist, in her sixties, free spirited, financially secure, kids are grown, sexually uninhibited and open for love.
Perfect.

I was immediately swept away on our first date several months ago  My love starved self got carried away and started trying to turn a few simple kisses into an instant love story.  My seductive, aggressive style is all I ever knew and it had served me well occasionally. Mostly it had burned me in romance, money, people, business, and everything else I used it for. Despite that, I thought,that my life of loneliness was at an end. I felt I had found my final soul mate. 

Naturally,  I wanted to immediately transform this woman  on our first date into a life long relationship.  I wanted to do it all in one night. I wanted her to fall in love with me and I wanted to stay with her forever. I knew all that in five minutes...

She did not want to go on that wild ride with me. After she cautioned me about coming on to strong  as we sat in the back of this bar she gave me another warning as I obliviously kept grabbing at her.. She snapped "please" as I removed my hand. .But, I was too slow.

She announced that she wanted to leave. She asked if I always acted so aggressively when I first met someone? I knew I had messed up but I do not know how to control impulses whether it's gambling, cocaine,,or being a love junkie. I tried to explain that but was met with "no no no". "That is your stuff". I want to leave".

 So, I took her home and did not try to contact her for several months. The pain then was bad but bearable. I was only moderately love sick afterward.  I waited a few months and came back at her again.

I wrote her a few online letters explaining why she should give me another chance. I explained  that I recognized my defect and had worked on it and I had changed. I was no longer aggressive and overbearing. She  ignored my first few emails. Then, miraculously, she responded to a message I sent.. She said to call her.
When we spoke I insisted  that I really was a new man.because of the awareness she had instilled.. After the short phone conversation. we made a plan to go out  the next night.
                       

We had a great time as we talked, ate, drank, and got turned on to each other. She actually thanked me for staying after her. I was thrilled, overjoyed, elated. Don't forget that I have a lonely, unfulfilled life.  I've been divorced forever.  I have three  loving, caring who cannot do enough for me.  There are grandchildren and  friends and  acquaintances. I am very grateful. But I have no one to happily spend my days and nights with.. 

 After a long, intimate dinner we went out to my car  at my suggestion. We both took a hit of some good reefer and the the deep, passionate, intense kisses started coming. We were all over each other as if we were meant to be. Yes, nirvana I was sure., I have a new lease on life that has started with this wonderful person. Or so I thought.. .

But, the deal had not been consummated. In my sick mind it was not a genuine connection unless we had done the deed..  I was furiously thinking about how fast  we could  get to my apartment or to hers.

She was thinking differently however.. She said it had been a tremendous night and then said emphatically that although she would not sleep with me that night we should  make a plan to meet again within a few days. .

The implication was that we would make love soon enough but to give her a little time. But, also I should cool down and give her  some space.. Everything was still ok then. I was quietly trying to onceal my disappointment.

Then, I made the fatal error of speaking..

I said "why do you want to leave, it doesn't get any better then this"? "It's stupid to not stay together" She quickly responded "See, you are the same control freak  you were when we went out before"  "You think I am stupid because I want to leave?" "Are you out of your mind? " "I'm  stupid  because I don't want to go home with you tonight"?

No, no, I protested"." I'm not saying you are stupid. I'm just saying it's stupid to part company" "False" she said  "Listen to your words".
"I'm leaving right now."  And she did.

I emerged  into a horrible, state of immobilizing anxiety.. Two days  later it as painful as any mental beating  I have ever taken in my obsessive compulsive anxiety riddled life. I have been a walking dead man since she left. I have no appetite or interest in anything..
 She was the right one and I self destructed again.

Online Lovers Nightmare

I saw this beautiful black haired woman on an online dating site. She was about 45, tall, and classy looking. Her profile said she lived in a fancy suburb outside Chicago, and that she was divorced and had no kids living at home. Perfect person for me, an inveterate professional online dating love junkie 55 years old, good looking, smooth talking and a great hustler of women.

 I sent her an email on match.com which is the online site. She saw my profile and which showed my pictures, age, religion, income, likes and dislikes. All the stuff that is supposed to matter. It may to some. Pictures and not having kids living at home and a convenient location are the only things that matter to me.

She sent her phone number and we chatted briefly and then she told me that she was going to be at this bar a few nights later to meet a girl friend. I asked if I could meet her before her girlfriend got there and she said yes. But, I would only have about 20 minutes to impress her because when her girlfriend showed up I had to leave. What a great bitch!!

I was in love immediately. I was as excited as I got dressed in my only Calvin Klein jeans and only polo shirt. See, I am an online fraud. A guy who has nothing because of gambling and bad investments but who loves to chase women and act like I’m solid personally and financially when in fact I am a mess. The, maybe I find a sugar mama here and there.

I sped to this restaurant in the North Shore and there she was sitting at the bar looking even better then her pictures.  I introduced myself and she initially appeared, from her body language, not be attracted me. She said good try but we were not a match. Then, her girlfriend came and sat down. Meanwhile, I was struggling to find a way to get Trudy captivated and couldn’t. Her girlfriend however saved me by starting to talk to some guy and the pressure to for me to leave abated.

I kept working Trudy psychologically to seduce her mind and body until I could feel her really look at me as I was telling another story. Her eyes twinkled. I knew she was interested. I asked if I still had to go send she said no, not now because her girlfriend was intensely engaged  in a conversation with the guy. So, I just keep on talking to Trudy and pretty soon she stopped looking at her girlfriend and other people and got close to my face and only saw me.

An hour later I asked her if she wanted to take a ride and go to another bar. She said yes after checking with her girlfriend who did not care. She was still involved with this guy. When we got into my car I tried to kiss Trudy and she said no. Easy boy. We went to another bar and stayed till 4 in the morning. I then dropped her off at her car and we agreed to see each other soon. I was totally in love. My love junkie addiction was triggered along with my survival instincts. I had very little money. But, I was walking on the clouds.

I called the next day and we talked for hours. We made plans to go out together for dinner. We went out a few more times with me continually trying to get her turned on but the most that ever happened was hot kissing. I could not afford her. After about a month she finally invited me in her house and we sat by the fire place and made out more only this time we got into petting. Well, we petted and petted for weeks until we had done everything imaginable . We would have some wine, smoke reefer, and swallow each other up endlessly with necking and petting.

But, the bedroom was always waiting upstairs and she would never take me there. Finally, in the midst of being in the throws of passion on the couch she stood up, pointed her finger at the stairs leading to the bedroom. We jumped in bed and fucked all night and all the next day. She came and came and came. She was totally selfish and cared nothing about my satisfaction. She just wanted me to do her right. I did. She said I was the greatest lover in her long history and maybe in the world. This went on for months.

She never let me stay over, never offered any food, and was completely critical of everything I did besides how I made love to her, She never shared any intimacies with me. She was a plain and simple spoiled, sarcastic bitch. But, it was fun getting to her sexually.

She called me the million dollar baby because she thought I was such a long shot to ever end up being her lover we met. She continually questioned out loud how she could be as turned on to someone as not classy, uneducated, and as unsuccessful as me because I was not a professional like she was used to being with..

But, she loved the way I got her off and we literally spent the whole fall season in her bed eventually not even going out. Just wine, dope, and her bed and then me getting kicked out every time afterward. No kindness from her, no appreciation, no invitations for anything more then banging her. Somehow, it all felt perfect though. I loved the torture of not getting all of her when I still thought I wanted to.

So, we finally decided to leave the confines of her bedroom to go somewhere else to fuck. We set up a trip to a small town bed and breakfast. On the way there I happened to disagree with her about some minor issue. The bitch would not talk to me for 2 hours until we got to the bed and breakfast. She threw a total tantrum of silence.. Finally, we got to the bed and breakfast and  went out to dinner. We were still hardly talking.

When the check came I asked her to pay for half the bill since she had belligerently agreed to pay for half the vacation. She literally threw a couple hundred dollar bills at me as if I were garbage. I said thank you very gently to torment her. She wanted to fight.. Suddenly, I saw only the poison behind her great looks. We came back to the inn and had angry sex and went to sleep.

The next morning she wanted to go for a ride in the sand dunes right near by. I thought it was a bad idea because it was storming and freezing and we could get stuck on the beach. She demanded we go anyway. Sure enough, there we were stuck on a beach trapped in a giant sand dune with no help around. The more I tried to get out of the dune the deeper I got stuck. There were a few four wheelers driving around because it was treacherous on this beach. Hardly anyone was out

Finally, a ranger came by and tried to help. Trudy said that I would never be able to follow his directions as he chained his vehicle to my car to pull me out. Trudy demanded I let her drive. At the same time she was yelling at me the ranger was trying to tell me what to do. So, as that nasty head of hers was babbling in my one ear about how stupid I was to get stuck the ranger was yelling instructions from his vehicle on how to get out.

. I finally screamed loudly at Trudy to shut the fuck up calling her a fucking bitch. She was shocked as if no one had ever spoken to her that way. We finally got out of the dune. As soon as we hit the road Trudy jumped out of the car which was literally in the middle of nowhere. Some other guys were driving by and she stuck her thumb out to hitch a ride as I followed. She got in their truck and I chased them. I really did not care about this bitch anymore but I could not just leave her in that truck and drive away. What if something happened?  We were a hundred miles from Chicago in a torrential storm. I was actually afraid for her.

Finally, I pulled up beside the guys driving her and explained that she was crazy and they had to get her out of their truck.. They did and after twenty minutes of her walking her fancy ass down the road she was too frozen to continue and got back in my car. Finally, she broke the silence with a rant about how she could have gotten us out of the dune without any help.

She screamed on and on. I just wanted to get her back home again because now she was nothing more then a lunatic out of an Alfred Hitchcock movie. But we were two hours from home. I still had not said a word back to her.

Suddenly, she violently shook her finger at my face and asked why I had screamed up, you fucking bitch at her. I said because she was a fucking bitch.

She then punched me in the side of the face as I was driving. I knew our fate was sealed then for sure and beyond redemption. Someone who resorts to violence will do it again and again.

I said not a word afterward. She had not hurt me. I finally got her within a few blocks of her house. She started to talk to me again. To try and bail out. She said about herself that maybe I need to get some help.

Will I forgive her?

I still said nothing as I finally pulled into her driveway. She called me several times afterward and I would not talk to her giving her no reinforcement for stalking me or other craziness I realized she was capable of.

Fear Would Not Let Me Fuck

Many years ago I went to visit a friend in Arizona. I was in my forties. My older friend introduced me to his younger daughter who I knew previously on only a superficial basis. She had never looked very good to me.  She was too heavy. But, she had gotten in shape and was a knockout when shes passed by her dads swimming pool a day or so after I arrived to visit him. I told him that his daughter looked great and that I would like to go out with her. He called her and told her of my interest but she said she had no time because her and her boyfriend were on their way to a tennis tournament and would not be back in town for several days. "Oh shit" I thought. "Too bad".
 
Shortly thereafter  the phone rang. Her plans to go out of town with her boyfriend were cancelled due to an argument they had had. She asked her dad if "that guy still wanted to go out with her"? He told me of her interest.. He then put me on the phone with her. I said  "I would like to get together" and we made plans to go out for Chinese food that same night. She said come to her complex to a swimming party scheduled earlier that night and  then we could go out for dinner. The party was loaded with young, hot professional people who only wanted to drink, smoke reefer, and party. I had a great time as this hot woman introduced me to her friends and neighbors.

Later, when the party was over she took me back to her room while we changed clothes. She and I talked casually.  I had known her dad for a long time but I had never really talked to his daughter before. She never had  looked good enough to me but now it was different.. Being in the sunny weather and working out had done wonders for her. She always had a good face and big rack. Now, she was a bomb.

Anyway, we were soon sitting in a Chinese restaurant and I was eating hot and sour soup. I was slurping away and suddenly she said "you're a "hazer" which is a friendly way to call someone a pig in Jewish. She smiled widely at me and she actually looked into my eyes with interest.

 I was in love immediately. Later, after listening to some music at a club we went back to her apartment presumably.so I could pick up  my car and get my swimming clothes.. I came into her apartment and just sat and gazed at her. She read my mind.

 "No, no no" she cautioned.. "You're my fathers friend and I think of you as a brother." The moment had arrived to put her to the test. I took a deep breath like I have so many other times when I was about to do something I feared..

"Guess what" I said. "Your brother wants to eat your pussy"
She laughed hysterically and said.. "It would be like incest" I smiled  "So what I said"""I never did incest ,did you"?. "It will be a new dining experience".

I moved toward her and kissed her deeply.. She responded. Next thing I knew she was ripping off both of our clothes .
Then, disaster struck.My dick would not co-operate. It was lymph. She started to suck my cock but with no results. I went into panic mode. This was before Viagra or Cialis and my cock had always been temperamental anyway.. Any noise, loud music, arguing, or other distractions would completely throw me off.sexually.

We smoked some reefer which used to be my wonder drug. No dice. But she didn't just send me away. She told me not to worry about it. It was just "performance anxiety" and would go away in the morning.. She said she just wanted to hold me as we laid naked in her bed. I naturally was tormented and could not sleep all night ruminating  about not being able to perform.

She woke up early the next morning and went to teach school. She left me her car and house keys and got a ride to school. I laid there trying to mentally prepare myself for our next sexual encounter. She came home later in the afternoon and we went out for lunch and went to get me a haircut. Not a word was mentioned about my "performance anxiety. The same night we were back in bed again. She had found some real passion for me even with my missing hard on. I could feel her genuine feelings emerge.as she held me and kissed my lips.

We started to make love again. Finally, my cock came around and we had sex. My hard on popped up. It was wonderful. Being inside her was heaven. We seemed made for each other.

Afterward we walked onto the outside walkway  for some fresh air.  I noticed this weird looking guy a few doors down who made a stupid remark to her about me.  It was an  insulting comment about who is this new guy?. I was going to answer but she said "No, don't talk to him. He's crazy" So, considering my neurotic, fearful brain all I could think of was confronting this dude.  I knew he had thrown me off. I knew I would have performance trouble again. I got that familiar sick feeling in my stomach that I had experienced since I was a little boy. I was intimidated. Intimidation had always done it.. Later, I again could not get it up again because of the anxiety I felt thinking about this guy..

It takes very little to put me in a fearful and impotent state. It has always been that way. I did tell her about my need to talk to or confront this guy to get him off my mind. I knew that my only chance to feel good again was by interacting with him somehow. By talking to him, hitting him, saying something nasty or anything other then just leaving the situation alone.She said to have absolutely no interaction with him. She said she hated him but she had to live in the same complex and on the same floor as him and she did not want me to cause a problem.

She was right. My attempts to remedy my neurotic fears had  failed many times in the past and I had made many situations worse when I was trying to prove my manhood and relieve whatever terrible anxiety was incapacitating me..

So, I was stuck with a lymph dick and fear in my stomach from this guy. and I had with no tools to fix my head. This was long before I knew about cognitive behavior, prozac, valium, or any associated psychological methods of coping with anxiety and fear. I felt I had to have interaction with him or whatever I needed to do to release his psychological grip on my brain and libido.. It could have been as simple as just introducing myself and shaking hands with him. Most likely though I would have exacerbated the problem if I made contact with him.

 All he had done was make one baseless remark I should have been able to dismiss it. But my obsessive compulsive disorder previously  prevented any relief in those kind of situations. Countless hours of therapy and self help have resolved most of  my OCD issues but it has taken a lot of work. It was a terrible time back then. I had no coping tools to relieve my mind..

I never was able to get my cock going again with her even though she was wonderful and patient. I could not deliver what we both wanted. Finally, I flew back home depressed and frutrated..We saw each other a few more times over the years..We never did got right.

My sexuality was temporarily destroyed by a single incident from a total stranger. It all came from being bullied and being made to not feel like a man when I was a child.. I have overcome most of my insecurities at the age of 67 but it has been a painful disabling.journey.

Compulsive Gambler With Nowhere To Go

Write, write write, I am a 67 year old guy who wants to leave his mark on the world

and writing is the one approach I can think of.  I certainly will never run out of content. I blew a ton of money because I am a compulsive who built a small business newspaper in the 80,s and 90,s. I have lived a life of sex, drugs, and chasing women.I sit here alone and depressed. I have great children and grandchildren, no debts because I have been bailed out, I'm healthy...but..life sucks. Depression is destroying me.

I started the newspaper with literally no money but I was great at selling ads. So, in a few years I had the newspaper it up to a million dollar volume and 25 people working for me. I didn’t know shit about managing a business or publishing or anything that makes a good publication.. But man, could I hustle that advertising space. On the phone, in person, selling subscriptions or selling full page ads to IBM or the corner store.. It did not matter. I was a great hustler.

But, I could not stop gambling so almost all the money made from sales, taken from those inept  investors, from those disgusting bankers went down the tubes at the crap tables, to bookmakers, in poker games, into the stock market. So, to make a very long story short  I blew about 2 million dollars, went bankrupt, and only got right financially after going to Gambler Anonymous on Jan 9, 2009 and not making a bet since then. 

So, here I sit...with the flu. But, it does not matter. 

I have nowhere to go.

Old Love Junkie

 There we were. Two 63 year old adults wrestling around on her sofa like high school kids. Me, trying for weeks to get in her pants. She, holding me off continuously insisting that necking and petting was all we would ever do. But, boy it was hot. Hot kisses, hot touching all over. So hot that she agreed to go in the other room and change into something flimsier and easier for me to get at.

 I still all my clothes on as she left the room. The Viagra I had taken earlier, just in case, had completely kicked in and I had a big, hard rod that a 16 year old would envy. She and I had been toying around for 6 weeks with hot kisses but with clothes on.

 I decided that I would go all in as I sat waiting for her to return. So, I quickly whipped off my clothes except for my underwear. She came back to see me lying on the sofa with socks and a pair of black underwear which was struggling to hold in my giant dick. Her eyes lit up and her jaw dropped as she stared at me. "Whats this"/ she asked. "I didn't tell you to take off your clothes. "I thought it was time" I shot back. Then, I grabbed her hand and put it on my hungry, elongated cock. She squeezed it and starting to stroke it as I furiously stuck my hand down her pants. I felt that moist, sweet, hot pussy and I too started to stroke. She got into it instantly. All her resistance evaporated.

 The rest was academic.  We ripped the rest of our clothes off and we made love like jungle animals.  The love we made was so hot and passionate for so long that I thought we would swallow up each others bodies. The lovemaking was endless and it was perfect. Here I was. The guy who she insisted she only wanted to be friends with and I had gotten to her soul. She looked at me after she had come the third time. She saw me with different eyes now. "You broke me" she muttered as I smiled widely. "I know" "Are you proud of yourself? she asked. "Yes" I answered honestly. Thrilled was a better word. Then, although I couldn't understand her reasoning she sent me home. She said she had to be alone to think about all that had happened.

Now, I am sitting at Starbucks alone. She has only seen me a few times since that night which was about a month ago. She has avoided being alone with me again. The harder I tried to get her under my seductive power the more she struggled to not get intimate again. Then as I got more irritated she started to realize that everything with me was about the chase and the kill. She became very disinterested quickly.

Last night, she blew me off probably for the final time. She told me no, no, no. She would not see me again.
 So, back to match.com and loneliness, and driving my cab around and around wishing I could start gambling compulsively again to relieve the misery and loneliness that is my life.

Boy Toy Goes Lymph Cause Viagra Does Not Work

Here I am at Dunkin Donuts blogging about my crazed, sad life. You see, just a few days ago l was living the life of luxury one would expect from a boy toy. I was with my older but glamorous sugar mama eating dinner at the fanciest restaurants, getting pedicures, going to plays. The whole nine yards. In return, I spent my time with her, in large part, enjoying our bodies locked together in the same  passion and bliss we have seemingly had forever.

Then, it was time to take her back to airport so she could get back to her real other life. I am merely filler as much as she says she loves me which she has proven over and over. However, not enough to throw in the towel on the high life and become a slave to my neediness and neurosis.

It was just a few weeks ago that I went off to Arizona with my mamas blessing to pursue an old relationship. Things were all set for me to find a 24/7 mama who I had had a relationship with years before.

When the moment of truth came the stinking Viagra would not work. My ticket to ride into this persons life was through a great sexual experience as we had had in the past and all I had to offer was a lymph dick, a still  talented tongue and a bunch of excuses about how the Viagra didn't work because of all the food and drink that had absorbed it's potency. It was a lame excuse. I needed my dick

 I flew home shortly thereafter and stayed in the house clinically depressed for several days. My sugar mama said to see a shrink and she would pay. I did.. He gave me a strong anti-depressant and a prescription that I actually filled for a long term SSRI 
 medicine for OCD and depression.

Here is hoping 

 

Long Shot Lover Goes Ballistic

                                              Online Lovers Nightmare

I saw this beautiful black haired woman on an online dating site. She was about 45, tall, and classy looking. Her profile said she lived in a fancy suburb outside Chicago, and that she was divorced and had no kids living at home. Perfect person for me, an inveterate professional online dating love junkie 55 years old, good looking, smooth talking and a great hustler of women.

 I sent her an email on match.com which is the online site. She saw my profile and which showed my pictures, age, religion, income, likes and dislikes. All the stuff that is supposed to matter. It may to some. Pictures and not having kids living at home and a convenient location are the only things that matter to me.

She sent her phone number and we chatted briefly and then she told me that she was going to be at this bar a few nights later to meet a girl friend. I asked if I could meet her before her girlfriend got there and she said yes. But, I would only have about 20 minutes to impress her because when her girlfriend showed up I had to leave. What a great bitch!!

I was in love immediately. I was as excited as I got dressed in my only Calvin Klein jeans and only polo shirt. See, I am an online fraud. A guy who has nothing because of gambling and bad investments but who loves to chase women and act like I’m solid personally and financially when in fact I am a mess. The, maybe I find a sugar mama here and there.

I sped to this restaurant in the North Shore and there she was sitting at the bar looking even better then her pictures. I introduced myself and she initially appeared, from her body language, not be attracted me. She said good try but we were not a match. Then, her girlfriend came and sat down. Meanwhile, I was struggling to find a way to get Trudy captivated and couldn’t. Her girlfriend however saved me by starting to talk to some guy and the pressure to for me to leave abated.

I kept working Trudy psychologically to seduce her mind and body until I could feel her really look at me as I was telling another story. Her eyes twinkled. I knew she was interested. I asked if I still had to go send she said no, not now because her girlfriend was intensely engaged  in a conversation with the guy. So, I just keep on talking to Trudy and pretty soon she stopped looking at her girlfriend and other people and got close to my face and only saw me.

An hour later I asked her if she wanted to take a ride and go to another bar. She said yes after checking with her girlfriend who did not care. She was still involved with this guy. When we got into my car I tried to kiss Trudy and she said no. Easy boy. We went to another bar and stayed till 4 in the morning. I then dropped her off at her car and we agreed to see each other soon. I was totally in love. My love junkie addiction was triggered along with my survival instincts. I had very little money. But, I was walking on the clouds.

I called the next day and we talked for hours. We made plans to go out together for dinner. We went out a few more times with me continually trying to get her turned on but the most that ever happened was hot kissing. I could not afford her. After about a month she finally invited me in her house and we sat by the fire place and made out more only this time we got into petting. Well, we petted and petted for weeks until we had done everything imaginable . We would have some wine, smoke reefer, and swallow each other up endlessly with necking and petting.

But, the bedroom was always waiting upstairs and she would never take me there. Finally, in the midst of being in the throws of passion on the couch she stood up, pointed her finger at the stairs leading to the bedroom. We jumped in bed and fucked all night and all the next day. She came and came and came. She was totally selfish and cared nothing about my satisfaction. She just wanted me to do her right. I did. She said I was the greatest lover in her long history and maybe in the world. This went on for months.

She never let me stay over, never offered any food, and was completely critical of everything I did besides how I made love to her, She never shared any intimacies with me. She was a plain and simple spoiled, sarcastic bitch. But, it was fun getting to her sexually.

She called me the million dollar baby because she thought I was such a long shot to ever end up being her lover we met. She continually questioned out loud how she could be as turned on to someone as not classy, uneducated, and as unsuccessful as me because I was not a professional like she was used to being with..

But, she loved the way I got her off and we literally spent the whole fall season in her bed eventually not even going out. Just wine, dope, and her bed and then me getting kicked out every time afterward. No kindness from her, no appreciation, no invitations for anything more then banging her. Somehow, it all felt perfect though. I loved the torture of not getting all of her when I still thought I wanted to.

So, we finally decided to leave the confines of her bedroom to go somewhere else to fuck. We set up a trip to a small town bed and breakfast. On the way there I happened to disagree with her about some minor issue. The bitch would not talk to me for 2 hours until we got to the bed and breakfast. She threw a total tantrum of silence.. Finally, we got to the bed and breakfast and  went out to dinner. We were still hardly talking.

When the check came I asked her to pay for half the bill since she had belligerently agreed to pay for half the vacation. She literally threw a couple hundred dollar bills at me as if I were garbage. I said thank you very gently to torment her. She wanted to fight.. Suddenly, I saw only the poison behind her great looks. We came back to the inn and had angry sex and went to sleep.

The next morning she wanted to go for a ride in the sand dunes right near by. I thought it was a bad idea because it was storming and freezing and we could get stuck on the beach. She demanded we go anyway. Sure enough, there we were stuck on a beach trapped in a giant sand dune with no help around. The more I tried to get out of the dune the deeper I got stuck. There were a few four wheelers driving around because it was treacherous on this beach. Hardly anyone was out

Finally, a ranger came by and tried to help. Trudy said that I would never be able to follow his directions as he chained his vehicle to my car to pull me out. Trudy demanded I let her drive. At the same time she was yelling at me the ranger was trying to tell me what to do. So, as that nasty head of hers was babbling in my one ear about how stupid I was to get stuck the ranger was yelling instructions from his vehicle on how to get out.

. I finally screamed loudly at Trudy to shut the fuck up calling her a fucking bitch. She was shocked as if no one had ever spoken to her that way. We finally got out of the dune. As soon as we hit the road Trudy jumped out of the car which was literally in the middle of nowhere. Some other guys were driving by and she stuck her thumb out to hitch a ride as I followed. She got in their truck and I chased them. I really did not care about this bitch anymore but I could not just leave her in that truck and drive away. What if something happened?  We were a hundred miles from Chicago in a torrential storm. I was actually afraid for her.

Finally, I pulled up beside the guys driving her and explained that she was crazy and they had to get her out of their truck.. They did and after twenty minutes of her walking her fancy ass down the road she was too frozen to continue and got back in my car. Finally, she broke the silence with a rant about how she could have gotten us out of the dune without any help.

She screamed on and on. I just wanted to get her back home again because now she was nothing more then a lunatic out of an Alfred Hitchcock movie. But we were two hours from home. I still had not said a word back to her.

Suddenly, she violently shook her finger at my face and asked why I had screamed up, you fucking bitch at her. I said because she was a fucking bitch.

She then punched me in the side of the face as I was driving. I knew our fate was sealed then for sure and beyond redemption. Someone who resorts to violence will do it again and again.

I said not a word afterward. She had not hurt me. I finally got her within a few blocks of her house. She started to talk to me again. To try and bail out. She said about herself that maybe I need to get some help.

Will I forgive her?

I still said nothing as I finally pulled into her driveway. She called me several times afterward and I would not talk to her giving her no reinforcement for stalking me or other craziness I realized she was capable of.

I think I might be hurt or dead if I was still with this piece of crap, insane demented beauty. There are many fatal attractions out there.

Be careful

Sex Stories For Feedback

I could tell you many stories about torrid affairs I have had in my 65 years. I am thinking about devoting an entire blog to the multitude of sexual experiences I have had with all kinds of women . But, that gets boring unless I feel someone is reading this blog.

I need some encouragement or I will continue to think I am writing to myself. Where are all the responses? Anyone with a great story you want to tell and still remain anonymous?

Feedback please so I don't have to go find a real job.
                                    
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Crabs Scratch A Hot Night

First time I lost my virginity was back in 1967 in a whorehouse in Peoria, IL.  I was with a bunch of guys on New Years Eve and we decided to drive up to this house of ill repute. I was really nervous. I was still a virgin.  My sexual experiences were mostly hand jobs from my trustworthy high school girl friend. I thought I was one of the only guys to not have done the real thing. So, we entered this prostitution house and I looked around at several available women all in negligees.They were just sitting around on display.

 I saw an African American who was so hot with big tits and long legs. She kind of looked like Eartha Kitt. I pointed to her and she got up and she took me to a little room with a small bed. It did not smell good in that room but we did the deed after a little performance anxiety by me.

I strutted out to my friends who were already finished with their ladies. I had a big smile on my face.We left and had some food and drinks celebrating our accomplishment. The cost was only fifteen bucks as I remember.

 Well, I was a freshman in college living in a dorm at the time. I lived with my best friend from Chicago. He had not come to Peoria.  I told him all about my experience and I could tell he was slightly jealous.

A few days passed and I started to itch around my testicles.The itching got much worse and I did not know what was causing the problem. I was walking around scratching like crazy. My high school girlfriend was coming up to visit me that weekend. We checked into a motel and started to make love. i had finally talked her into going "All the way".

 I could not hump for thirty seconds without stopping to scratch. Finally, she said  "What is wrong with you? I said I did not know but that I had been itching continually for days. She was studying to be a lab technician at the time. She told me she wanted to take a look at the area around my scrotum. She pulled  a lamp down to take a good look. i pulled my legs apart so she could examine me. She looked hard then moved her fingers around my testicles and started to probe.

All of a sudden I saw her snatch up something small and moving with wings on it. She held it up between her fingers to show me She shrieked "You have crabs". I freaked out. Little wings spread. I had never heard of crabs. Then she got very angry telling me that someone can only get crabs from sexual intercourse and that I had cheated..

 I admitted that I had gone to this whorehouse in Peoria a few weeks before. I did not care about what she thought. I was scared to death thinking these crabs were really dangerous. I called the local hospital in the middle of the night and started blurting out my story and asked what to do. The Dr. said to go to the pharmacy and buy this lotion sold over the counter.that would kill the crabs but he also said I had to boil all my clothes, sheets, and just about everything else I owned.

I told my girlfriend to stay in the room until tho next day when she was supposed to drive home..

I immediately went back to the dorm and started to gather up all my sheets and underwear and put them in the washing machine. Only, I had to do it without attracting any attention especially from my very anal roommate.

 I spent two days going through every item I owned and two months afterward inspecting, checking and re-checking for any of those little monsters.  My Obsessive Compulsive Disorder went into overdrive.

What an experience that was. Several.years later I told my roommate the crabs story..
He started yelling and screaming as if he wanted to kill me.

Too bad Google was not around back then. I would have been much more relieved more quickly.