Worldwide Lust

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I stood there at the Shibuya crossing on that cold winter night recollecting the last week or so. It was unforgettable.

I made a challenge to myself, using not one bit of cash how much could I extract from girls? Using emotions, sex and words as the weapons of choice, how far could I take things? So I did it, the same way girls extract resources from men with the exchange of the use of their vagina.

It all started over the Summer. I met a girl in the fashion industry based in Tokyo. Her genetic beauty was easy to notice, her dress-sense and charm added plenty to the complete package. Sadly for her, her mindset was spoilt by living in the toxic wastelands of the West. I knew our mindsets would never totally align so any prospect for it to last was discarded from that point onwards. For me, it was nothing new, just simply going through the motions like a puppet getting its strings pulled. For her, it was as if she’d met someone impressive, with the poise and finesse of a long-term suitor. The manufactured chemistry was real for her she surrendered to it and let the passion take over. In the coming

We locked eyes for a split second, and I had to know more. For me, it was nothing new, just simply going through the motions like a puppet getting its strings pulled. For her, it was as if she’d met someone impressive, with the poise and finesse of a long-term suitor. The manufactured chemistry was real for her she surrendered to it and let the passion take over. In the coming months we linked up in many major cities that our lifestyles had taken us. Sharing pleasurable weekends, lavish hotel rooms and endless memories. Throughout this time, I had my mind set on other things, ideas, and people, however whenever we met, I made it feel as if nothing else mattered. As if the clocks would come off the wall, our phones wouldn’t be switched on, and my attention would appear to be undivided.

Her demeanour changed, her mindset slowly shifted, yet I never had my heart set on anything that would last. A slut is a specimen that can be controlled for a period of time, once the honeymoon period dries, she can easily go back to her old ways. I never see the need to try to convert a slut for the long term, there’s innocent and chaste girls that were never poisoned in the first place that deserve that commitment, not girls that “had their fun”.

As time went past, the level of effort she would put in would continue to exceed whatever little effort I exerted. She would travel to my city, change her schedule to suit mine, spend excessive amounts of $ for things to please me. I realised her level of investment signaled her desire for something more. I’m sure many men would settle for this, and many in the west won’t even experience this. But I simply couldn’t give in to this. Girls come and go, standards remain.

The experience spanned many months, countries, venues and scenes. Ultimately, I’ll be that asshole that didn’t commit in her eyes, she’ll be that girl that tried too hard but lost herself before she even met me. I’ll be in her memories for years to come, with every guy she meets from here on in being compared to me. She’ll be another slut that just got used and thrown out like yesterday’s garbage.

 

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9 thoughts on “Worldwide Lust

  1. Graham Arno says:

    Where are you now?

  2. Celebrity Youtube Prankster from UMalay says:

    Brah, where u livin the days?

    • Albanian Farmer says:

      between HK, Taiwan, Jap

      • Green Owl says:

        All quiet here in Malaysia since u left cuz. Planning on visiting anytime soon? The weather here is lovely this time of year.

    • Andy Hales zdtv says:

      There’s no need to visit. Nothing ever changes there. You should travel around a bit.

      • PewDiePie says:

        You’re not wrong. Its shit. U still doing MBA? Or just a rogue international pussy slayer now?

    • Bubble Tea gook says:

      Yeah, studying should finish up next year. Travelling around a ton. Slaying slores. Life is a lot better these days compared to that drudgery back home.

  3. zyzz says:

    No Italian herbs either I bet…

    They dried up years ago on our farm here

    Haven’t had a sprout in long time.

    How bout 4 u?

    • Gooch Herbz says:

      Nothing on my end basically cause I’m not even there. But it’s not uncommon for the herbs to suddenly reappear years after the initial outbreak. Check the news of similar sightings in the past. I don’t think it’s over yet, the cultural herb climate there is too pussified for it to just go away.

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