1:06 am
10/14/25
Is that a thing; because it sure felt like it. Joker came over and as I’m fucking her, I get a text about a special work project. Work always comes first so I had to stop and get that sorted out. Cool, let’s go back to fucking… A friend texts. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!! I’M TRY TO FILL UP THIS GIRL AND Y’ALL WANT TO TALK ABOUT RANDOM STUFF?! YES I’M OKAY!!! I’m just TRYING to fuck the hell out of this 18 year and get into my happy place.
Damn I’m tired. Old age?
Work was super stressful and Joker helped. Fucking her is always nice, but we did have a serious talk about what this is. I told her that we can’t get attached. You can’t. Not after fucking her and her friend two times.
It’s just for fun. She gets an older man’s dick and sometimes chicken fill lay and I get to smash a hot 18 year old.
Sunday morning after lunch I got this massive headache that made me want to cry. Several of my employees said that I looked like I was about to cry. Yep. Every step, every sound, every bass sound I felt in my head. Four hours later the Tylenol kicked in and I was fine. For those four hours, I was not.
I got Joker and I some of that Japanese food truck food down at the park. She got photos taken there and I’m all, damn, I fucked that mouth and her friends.
Ever since I started fucking her and her friend (we’ve fucked twice at the same time) life has been all blah. Like I’m not sad, and I’m not happy. I’m like all zen. Content.
My motorcycle savings is going well.
Work has been stressful. Did I say that? Never in my life have I been this stressed. Today is my last day off.
I need to buy litter and some food. I got Panda Express and that Japanese food truck and it was $65 dollars total. Plus $9 dollars that I spent on a slushy and marshmallow butterfinger candy bar.
However, the Japanese food truck food tasted so good after fucking. Is that a thing too? Like does anyone else notice that good taste so much better after fucking her brains out or getting your brains fucked out? Like fuck y’all…the sex is amazing. And then I made her watch the thin slice of whatever his name is on YouTube. He does commentary videos on Love After Lock Up and other shows like that. They’re pretty hilarious and now I tell Joker I want to scoodellee poop with her. That means fuck.
Well, that’s it. I cleaned up my place. Not that I had much. Ever since that landlord inspection I’ve kept my place clean. Dirty clothes in the laundry room. Trash in the trash. And I run the robot vacuum three times a day.
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