Author: insanehorseback

She lights my fire

In my dreams

I searched for her a thousand times

But when I turn my head at dusk

She is right there in the shimmering lights

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Since my ATF Kali got married, I have been looking for a replacement. Margaret is the first one that meets my eyes of all the auditioning. They both started at 19, both believable because I follow them for years. Margaret is a pretty girl with a flawless body. I tried to work my magic on her but eventually, I gave up because she wasn’t big on kissing.

It was the same with Kali, absolutely no kissing. But one day, she gave me a mint, and the rest is history. She is the gas station of my life force. I am recharging every time I deep kiss her.

Eventually, I lost track of Margaret. She turned up less and less because of dwindling interest. The last time I thought of her was when she deleted her profile. It is the same old story, but still sad. Read more »

The swallow [buying sex]

In the rush to get ready in the shower, it dawns on me that I need to cut the nails of the index and middle fingers only. You can’t make it up. Just in case I need them, I also do the same to my left hand. My nails aren’t visibly long but in the most sensitive areas, they can be uncomfortable.

This is really not my day. I booked her before I remembered that I have to pick someone up. I have to leave early or travel at the speed of light. We can reschedule but today is likely to be her checkout day.

Even the pills are playing games with me. I spend a few minutes looking for the blue ones everywhere, thinking that I run out, only to discover a pack in an old hiding place. Since I cut my pills into quarters, it’s a funny way how I play favors to my girls. If I tell myself I must perform well, I will take the bigger quarters. If it’s just a convenient quickie, I will save the bigger ones for later. Read more »

Brothel Unexpected [Diary]

With a head full of amalgamated groping scripts, I called up the massage parlor that I accidentally visited last week. With a bit of difficulty, I understood that Michelle wasn’t there. That couldn’t be; she told me she works Mondays to Wednesdays just last week.

Since I was all ready to go for the Monday 10 am opening, I drove there anyway. Also, I have been fucking my teen models too much to feel explosive every time. Not to mention that I have been overdrafting every other month. It shouldn’t be difficult to run into another respectable MILF for my groping fantasy, with a respectable face, body, and demeanor. If the fantasy isn’t there, I can always do a U-turn, or just get a massage to limit the damage. That was what I intended to do last week but failed miserably. Read more »

How far would you go for a massage?

Half a mile. I’m done with respectable brand-named tires. They are not particularly safe; they blowout totally just the same. I have to worry about insuring them and how to match if one of them is damaged. And I’m not a fan of tire rotation. I’m not even on time for scheduled maintenance. For cheaper tires, I can just get a pair or all four if something happens. Also, both of my rides can run to safety with only three wheels; they are real stories, bro. The probability of two tires failing all of a sudden is very small, even for cheap ones.

The problem is, the tire salesman openly said that they don’t get any money selling tires. So they pump nitrogen into my cheap tires and convince me to do a wheel alignment, which I once confused with balancing. I ended up with a ridiculous bill when the tire element is a fraction of the total.

Sorry for the tire ranting. So I went for the Walmart tire center at $10 a piece of installation. They didn’t try to upsell me anything and even called me urgently to see if I was really throwing away the tire with good condition along with the flat one in order to get an identical pair. Read more »

The delivery man

Ding, my Pretty Schoolgirl texted me for the first time ever, not merely replying to my booking. I thought she was asking me to see her, carrying our relationship to the next level. “I’m available in xxx today.”, she said. It turned out that it wasn’t anything special; she was doing an incall today at an upscale hotel.

I’m not sure why she has the confidence to call me. Escorts don’t do that to their regulars unless they are real friends with paid benefits. Maybe two weeks ago I sat in the car in the hotel parking lot waiting for her for 30 full minutes. When I arrived on time, she told me she would be late by 30 minutes. This was what I wanted to believe and I had no other options.

I could have changed the appointment to a half hour, giving her less money. I could have challenged her for the truth. I could have ranted. But I wanted it to work; I wanted to have a good time with her. Read more »