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It's pretty dark, my eyes must be red, but I finished it...
Eventually I will stop drawing and "advertising" everywhere... I need to also finish my second book (I have probably like two freaking pages of my new novel...)

A guy from Facebook, told me that I should hire a good editor O.o

He was complaining because of a typo. I went into his FB account, he even wrote a post complaining about Harry Potter... he is also an author, but like me, not really famous, not really relevant.

Enough of this shit, I was going to tell you, my fellow strangers, about prostitution.

When you hit puberty, you have only one passion in your life, at least for me was fantasizing about women. All kinds, all races, and porno. You need tons and tons of porno, lube as well, but your saliva will do.

The addicting sensation of masturbating, a lot, is something that you will experience once in your life, and probably every boy hitting puberty in all different kind of regions and cultures, will be masturbating like a crazy sex addict. In my case, I used to cum at least five times a day... I can't do that anymore.

Nobody tells you this, but there's an invisible pressure exerted by society on you. You should, asap, lose your virginity. Otherwise... you are a virgin, a nerd, an a loser. I believe this happens to both male and females, but remember, every way you look, we live in a patriarchal system, that will punish women for having sexual relations, and secretly congratulate men if we do the sexy thing.

Some men take their young lings to lose their virginity with a proper prostitute. My father never did this, and I won't do it to my boys (I have two of them). Why? It's not worthy.

In Mexico, prostitution is forbidden, but you can see plenty of them in certain locations and at certain times. You might as well have sex with strippers, and guess what happens if the police comes suddenly to put order into this sinful locations? The owner gives the cops a free round on the house.

As the young sexual bomb that I was (I was kind of handsome), I did have plenty of opportunities to start something with some girl (they crave sex like crazy as well, but discretely), but I was really fucking shy. I was a young prick that couldn't even hold looking at an attractive girl for five freaking seconds... So many good opportunities to lose my virginity, but I was really a chump...

Later in life, really muuuuch later in time, I met my first serious girlfriend (I was in my twenties). We did have sex like two young maniacs, you know, many different experiences, and great sex stories: like fucking in the street, other public places, or with marijuana (you should try it at least once), etc, etc.

And there is this thing, that you start appreciating your significant other, she might not look as a porn star, but is a real person, she cares for you, she appreciates you, she is cool, and you love her. This is why there's a difference between having sex, and making love.

I went with a couple of friends to Europe, we were in Dresden, Paris, Amsterdam, you know, the usual tour. It was my first time doing cocaine, and in Amsterdam I met this lady (I was not in a relation ship anymore, so it's cool), who was probably 15 year older than me... we were fucking like mad dogs! And she was really nice and cool about it, even if we just met that day.

There was a red light district in Dresden (prostitutes at 30 Euros), I fucked there, a prostitute from Eastern Europe, she did have great tits (huge, I tell you!), and was nice to me. I started giving her some oral sex, which it was probably not the best idea, but I was really nervous and my dick wasn't erect. She was happy with it, and then we had sex. Her rules: no kissing, first thing that I disliked. I came, and I wanted to go again, but she was making time on purpose, that was the second thing that I didn't like.

BTW. Everywhere in Europe there are Spanish prostitutes, these seemed pretty cool, and they really seem hunting to fuck you, but I didn't like them... at least the ones that I saw. 

In Amsterdam, the prostitutes were at 50 Euros. In Amsterdam, you can select the prostitute of your liking. I went for one that looked Mediterranean, I just love black hair, she did have a great body, and this time I wasn't as nervous as before. She started to suck my dick wrapped in a condom... a really bad sensation; best thing is without the condom (1st thing to dislike), because I was not feeling a thing, she is asking me now if I am going to come or not (unlike the other girl, this one was a little rude), I told her, that I won't cum like that, my time was not over, I wanted to fuck her, and she tells me that sucking and having sex are two different options ¬¬ (the 2nd). I end up paying her another 50 Euros, and when I'm inside her, I feel her vagina wrapping my dick, she was liking it, but instead she tells me that I need to hurry, she tells me that my time is almost over (she didn't refill the time... the 3rd). I finished having "sex" with her... you see, even if you manage to find a cool prostitute, they are doing it like machines, no kissing, totally inert, no passion at all. I did have better sex with the cougar, and guess what? I didn't pay money at all.

The other thing, is that there is a huge slave market out there, kidnapping girls and boys. Who do you know if you are fucking with someone that is being threatened?

There are women that are doing this, because it's the easy way. 

I used to know a girl who thought that it was probably a good idea to work in a strip club... she was pretty dumb and kind of a slut. I broke relations with her, because she was really stupid. Why would you keep dumb friends near you?

Anyway... Now I'm with my wife, and sex is really scarce... my two kiddos won't allow us to have sex, but whenever we do it, we really enjoy it, and that's one thing in life that you should really appreciate: somebody to be with, somebody that cares for you, and somebody to care for.

See you around strangers, buy my novel if you want to help me, else... nothing happens ^.^



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