Self Esteem Is The Root Of All Evil. Without You Don't Get Laid

My sex life was nonexistent. Never took off. I hit thirty still a virgin. I was talking casually with a friend and happen to mention my virginity. She confided she 'lost' it in high school to a jerk of a boyfriend. One thing led to another and she asked me to show myself to her. She criticized my mundane underwear, and seeing me she said I needed a lift of my tits, and clean up my crotch, seriously clean it up. After her 'magic', I'd lost my woman look and looked ridiculous.

Now, she told me I needed a pussy tuck. For my self esteem. Then I was going to be rewarded with some old guy fucking me.

I first had a boob lift. That was expensive. The gym hours time consuming and tiring. The labia surgery was scheduled, she would stay home with me post op. New tits, new thighs, guns, abs, buttocks. And a new pussy. I also got Lasik, a new wardrobe, sexy panties. And went clubbing.

The old guy who fucked me was a friend of a friend of hers. From out of town, I'd never see him again. His compliment was 'nice ass'. I was no longer a virgin.

A few months, weeks, days, I was a new person. With a friend who got laid when she wanted to. She kept a calendar on the fridge, red crayon for her 'off' days. She suggested I copy her. Get used to it. I was now on the market.