macbastard

AGAIN. I have suduced a woman. She has yealded to my charmes and my increadible manlieness. She is in my bed, about to be ravashed. Breath is coming heavy, skin exposed, the air crackinling with the thunder of what physical strgenth I am about to visit upon her. I want to make sure that my domanate preformance is nothing short of brilliant. So I swager to the bathroom with a low growl of a comanding "I'll be right back, don't go anywhere."

I come back ready to cleave her in twain with my mighty member that is gods instrment and she then sits up and says.. "What time is it? I better get going."

GOD DAMN IT. Apparently it was time for me to not have the sex. AGAIN. Twice in a week. Someone please send me a WOMAN instead of these paltry girls. For my hunger is great and shant be satieated by birdlings and foals. " Hey but at least you have 30 minutes before your thing" she says. I had a meeting with a friend that was sort of supposed to take place around 9:30 pm. SORT OFF. And she was gracious enough to let me know that I could abuse my self sinnfuly in self gratification within those precious 30 minutes...Yeah, thanks.

My life. Also known as The second act of a man called Job: Mac's story.

Macdusted

P.s. For those who might think this is a whiny, oh poor me post, don't I am sort of joking. Its not really a big deal. But the fact that it happened to me TWICE within about a week is rather sad.