Welcome To My World
Two minutes that changed my life. As time went on I craved sex from nasty men, homeless or scum bags on the hunt. I held onto lamp posts, lay in filth in alleys, got beat up behind a dumpster. I went out for more. This has gone on for four years, I caught infections no one wants, but not HIV curiously enough which the clinic was most concerned by. I had to get stitches over my eye, my knee from a fall, I went to the ER. The second time I had to sit and listen to a social worker until I got fed up and walked out.
I'm upper middle class financially, my parents pay for a nice apartment, I have a car, a membership to a gym, I have a graduate degree. I don't work, I don't have to. My family, my parents don't know about my 'habit'. I can only say I like it. A homeless drunk, or a jerk cruising looking for women to beat up, as long as he can get it up long enough to leave his sperm in me I'm happy, I go home and masturbate, I don't bathe or wash myself out. I used to count the men, but I quit. What matters is getting laid tonight.
- That's Juicy! 24
- Remove It! 11


