The Monty Charm

If I could bottle and sell my charm...

Well I don't think it would sell very well to be honest. My charm is a bit of a slow burner and I don't think something that works so slowly would sell very well.

As I write this I have some porn on in the background....not on the telly, but on another tab so I can only hear it. They seem to be enjoying themselves. Which is nice. The video is called Homemade shower lesbian games. Kinda catchy isn't it? It certainly caught my attention...hold on til I have a quick look at it...lovely. I got that tingle...you know that tingle that you sometimes get at 2 o clock in the afternoon that makes you draw the curtains and destroy an old towel or something. I'm fighting the urge though because I'm planning a night of sex tonight. Ya see I hate the post ejaculation feeling. If there was a church nearby I have no doubt that after every wank I'd go over and say a few hail marys. The feeling of sitting there in front of some depraved website, watching 30 girls humliate each other (I'll give you the link to that if you want) with your trousers around your ankles and cum setting in to your pubes...well it's not the most triumphant feeling in the world. And I don't want to go into a date and subsequent sex with those feelings on my mind.

anyway where was I?

Oh yes...the charm. So there's these two girls who I see on a weekly basis, they're both fairly attractive and I get on with them both. Lately I've started texting them both, and of course each one is like....Look...are you coming on to us both? That's a bit sleazy isn't it? Just go to her, you were talking to her first. I see that as some King Solomon shit so get more attracted to her. The problem is...I think the other one is more keen so I'd better stick to the good thing for now. See what I think is going down is they want a threesome, but they want the right man...someone who is pure....someone who doesn't just want a threesome. I can be that man, hell I can be absolutely any kind of man if it would get me a threesome. Chinese man? No fucking problem.

Entry Number One

Welcome to my blog. This is basically going to be my conscience. I of course hope that nobody finds this Blog til my no doubt untimely death. When found, please don't judge me...I didn't kill anybody (at time of writing) I just tried to have a good time, be responsible and generally nice to people. Ok, chances are I only accomplished one of those things, but you know... my heart was always in the right place. Ok this is not working.

I'm a scumbag, I know it. A girl will send me a picture of her tits and of course I'll show everyone and probably upload it to the internet. I've never been in a long term relationship cause I need to be loved too much an invariably end up shagging the first thing that shows an interest in me. If you are an ex girlfried reading this....you are the exception...you know who you are...I loved you!

Ok, this is going to be a diary of depravity. If you stumble upon this website after searching for The winner of 2003 Grand National, I'm truly sorry, you didn't deserve this. However, if after finding this blog you now feel better about yourself and your own life...then I'm glad I could be of some help.

I could've had sex with 3 people today (more if I was willing to travel) but I didn't. One girl actually begged. And let me tell you, I'm not a gorgeous looking guy...I just tell them what they want to hear...repeatedly. It's a horrible trait in a human being, but hey...if more of us were like that, there'd me no war. Why didn't I have all the sex? Cause my friends, I'm trying out a relationship.

Talk to ya tomorrow...