Hi, guys. Yay, Another tank completed! Here’s the last chapter of Zecchou Boshi Vol. 2. This short is about a boy who is tending to his sick mother. Next release will be a Kemonono one-shot.

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So, where do I start?  There is so much about this person that I can say but I don’t want to say it all at once… My fingers would fall off from typing all the inane and moronic things she has done and said.

First, I suppose I could tell you a little about me and who I am and what gives me the right to judge this ignorant waste of flesh.  I was her partner… I was her manager… I was her boyfriend and fuck toy… I was such an idiot for so long because I was blinded by my cock and its desire to fuck anything with a heartbeat.  I’ve grown up since then, but still… I was an idiot.

Yes, I’ll admit… I looked past all of her flaws because I was stuck on stupid.  When I first met this chick I was recently single and “on the rebound”.  In some ways I couldn’t help myself because my cock was so recently deprived of the privilege of sliding in and out of my last girlfriend and my mind was desperately reaching out for anyone that would show me that I was worth the effort.

Unfortunately… Out of all the women in the world I could have met and had fun with… I found Calliste.  I met her on a dating website called collarme.com for people who were into BDSM.  She listed herself as a submissive and at that time my crotch needed a girl who was willing to submit to my overwhelming sex drive so I sent her a message and we met shortly after her first response at the Chili’s near the place I was staying at.

We met, had dinner and some conversation.  I was so fucking horny that my brain didn’t catch a single one of the warning signs that were being thrown at me.  I looked past the fact that her smile included a giant gap in her two front teeth and that one of those teeth was chipped (from being slapped around by her father I suspect… more on that later).  I looked past the fact that she had what I can only refer to as fur on her face because “she was greek”… anyways… I looked past the fact that the conversation was missing some form of intelligent exchange, but I digress.

We went back to her place and fucked.  We fucked like wild animals and to my surprise… she never asked me to wear a condom… FUCK ME!!!  Another warning sign I ignored because my crotch had more control over me than my mind.  Lucky for both of us neither one of us caught anything from each other.

At the end of our first fuck fest she gave me a ride back to my friend’s home where I was still recovering from my last relationship.  He tried to caution me on the perils of dating too soon after a hard break up like the one I had endured but I ignored him and saw Calliste again, and again…

It wasn’t more than a few visits with Calliste when she popped out with a personal request.  She needed me to stay at her apartment to “guard” her stuff while she went to Greece to visit the “homeland”.  I thought about it for about half a second and said I would do it no problem.  I thought to myself “Why not, it will be better than taking up space in my friend’s house.  It’ll give me a chance to give them a break from me always being there.”

Next thing I know she is on a plane to Greece to visit some guy she met on the internet, stay at his house and fuck him and then return back to me.  This wasn’t really a problem for me at the time since I considered myself to be open-minded and a swinger of sorts.  The interesting part is not that she flew to Greece and stayed there for a couple weeks and fucked some guy she barely knew.  The interesting part is that she was spending the last bit of money from her insurance settlement that she received from a car accident she was in before I met her.

While she was gone we exchanged tons of text messages and emails… Gawd I wish I still had copies of those… I can only imagine the spelling mistakes and the poor use of grammar that I overlooked.  She lured me in and made me feel like we were a couple.  It wasn’t until we broke up recently and I took a good long hard look at our relationship that I realized what was happening.

She was running out of money from her insurance settlement, her career as a massage therapist was on hold because she couldn’t or wouldn’t get a license (she BARELY passed the course) and her career as a model had not really taken off yet (ahh another post my friends just wait), and she refused to get a full-time job to cover our expenses.  At that time I had a full-time job and was supporting myself and paying for everything myself.  I was such a moron and my cock was in charge so I fell for it.

She invited me to come live with her and I agreed because I was still a pussy craved moron at the time.  She used me to get her bills paid and keep food on the table.  Sure, she had the occasional photo shoot because she was working with a few small time local producers but the truth is that most of the money spent on rent, food and bills was coming from my wallet.

It wasn’t very long before I realized what was happening in the financial district of our relationship.  I knew that she was basically using me to get the bills paid because she didn’t want to have to work.  I realized that she had gone into modeling because she wanted the easy way out and standing there pretending like you are pretty is damned easy work.  ~any models out there that wish to disagree should spend 8-10 hours a day building a house, hefting lumber and swinging a hammer… then you will know what real work is and you will realize that  you actually have it really fucking easy.

Anyways, since she was “a model” and was willing to do adult orientated work, I figured that she would be a success at working on webcam making money while men chat with her.  I introduced her to Niteflirt.com since someone I knew had made a living off of it before.  The income potential was amazing… all she had to do was chat with boys, show off her body and rake in the dough… I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Stay tuned to my next blog entry to find out how wrong I was and why…

She is SUCH a hypocrite!

Are you ready? Come in.

Don’t tell Santa, but when I’m in leather I get pretty naughty.  It just isn’t the look of leather, but the feel of leather against my body.  In fact, having sex on a leather couch might not sound good to some as they say you stick to it.  Well, not me.  The feel and smell of leather brings out that animal in me, especially when my face is buried down into it while you take me from behind.  This little number that I’m sporting this week just makes me want to go wild.  Have you any ideas for me? 

Don’t worry.  I think I’m already on Santa’s naughty list.  Why do you think he gave me this outfit to wear last year.  I wanted an old cardigan sweater for Christmas, but naughty girls aren’t given such high quality warm clothes like that! Slide down my chimney and come inside to see more!

Hi, guys. Here’s the 8th chapter of Zecchou Boshi! Only 1 chapter left! This short is about a boy who struggles to take care of his mom after they met an accident. Tsuya’s up next!

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One of my high school friends used to log on her calendar each time she had sex with her boyfriend. I’m not sure if she logged the number of times she cheated on him, but she felt the need to keep a tally of actual intercourse.