my parents were very religious but my mum was Catholic and my dad was a New Covenantist which is like a Protestant Baptist thing, anyway so my mum hated whores because they were sinners that lead others to destruction but my pa hated whores because they were agents of Satan using demonic tricks to lead others to destruction - so like it was one of the few things they actually agreed on; my ma was always collecting little pictures of St's and things but my da was always collecting them up and binning them because he didn't want idolitory in his house all that normal bullshit - but whores, whores they could hate together.
So in my youth i heard a lot about whores, a LOT. My mum was always warning me that whores would try and separate e from god then all would be lost and she'd see someone doing something she didn't like and go on this rant about how they were whores and all this.... my dad though he cursed about whores slightly differently, all attractive women were whores and my mum was a whore sometimes too, he was always going on about how they'll take all your money, scare off your friends and leave you helpless and alone....
so anyway as you can imagine i wasn't perfect and so they made my life hell and i started having problems at school and they said i was troubled and i had to do loads of shitty punishments and extra study so i never had any friends and was lonely and angry all the time and we didn't get on so they kicked me out when I was 17 and of there I was alone, lost, no friends, almost no money, feeling as if i was denounced by both sides of god.... o felt like i was really at rock bottom so i thought fuck it, i'll go see a whore.
now i still didn't really know what a whore was but i had a bit of an idea, i knew it was sex and drugs and naughty things... i found one in the back of a magazine and phoned up, she said i could come round so i got a train half way across the country (possibly could have just found one closer...?) and like a day and a half after i said i was on my way i knocked on her door and said 'uh, hi, are you the uh, whore?' and she just laughed and invited me inside.
So we're there and she offers me a drink and I ask for water, we just kinda stand there looking at each other and she's got this odd look n her face like she can't decide what to make of me and she asks what i'm looking for and i say i don't know i just wanted to see a whore and we started talking and I end up telling her my whole life story and she tells me loads of stuff about philosophy and psychology which leads into some really interesting conversations about religion, morality, the importance of a robust social state and the importance of self awareness and self-determination.
So anyway as it starts getting towards evening she says she has appointments so I tell her i'm going to go look around the city and it was lovely meeting her, she says i should come back and i promise i will then i went and got a train home... except half way home i realised i didn't want to see my parents again, i'd thought i wanted to go and try and help them but i kinda realised they didn't want me or my help so i got off at the next stop and was was going to get the train back to see the whore like i had some dream of help helping me set up a new life, like she was some kind of saviour or something - not even a wife or partner or anything more of the mother i'd never had.... but there wasn't a train the other way for a few hours so i went to get something to eat and decided to phone my parents to let them know i was safe but in the phone box there were loads of call girl cards and one of them said something like 'new in town. sexy young whores' or something and i say the 'new in town' and it was like talking to me or something so i phone that number instead of my mum and went to the place they said, a big black guy took my money and led me to a room and the woman in there was only wearing a bra and pair of knickers. she didn't even talk to me she just started taking off my clothes and rubbing herself on me.
I left after the most awkward but mind-blowing twenty minuets of my life and went and sat in the stairwell of a multistory carpark jerking off all night thinking about the obscene and sinful things she'd done... the next decade of my life was spent visiting every prostitute, call girl and whore in this country and several others; it wasn't an obsession it was my life, it was the only thing that i actually understood - my parents had been wrong about everything, especially whores and now i had to uncover the truth for myself! i needed to experience first time whores, part time whores. professional whores, fetish whores, trafficked whores, drunken whores, cheap whores, expensive whores, desperate whores, crack whores, meth whores, old whores, man whores, every possible type of whore you could imagine and i did everything with them, no sooner had i ticked one thing off my list than i was looking for someone willing to do the next or trying to scrape. steal or borrow the money to pay them...
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n/a SnapshillBot 2017-03-28
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n/a MyrLeaf 2017-03-28
Closest thing i've seen to a sexbot starting to loop due to a stackoverflow.
n/a MakeAmericaSageAgain 2017-03-28
How do you know my search history?
n/a MyrLeaf 2017-03-28
sounds hot and will probably be a thing tbh. Kill me.
n/a opi 2017-03-28
How else you're going to get good at whorespotting if not by starting young with your father as a coach?
n/a Thhueros 2017-03-28
You had parents?
n/a Ernigrad-zo 2017-03-28
you probably do too, wait until dark and listen very carefully for the sound of crying. Head towards it.
n/a bleepis 2017-03-28
my mom would point out girls dressed like sluts and my dad would point out fat people so now my sexual fetish is fat sluts
n/a MyrLeaf 2017-03-28
How can one mom be so based ?
n/a Ernigrad-zo 2017-03-28
my parents were very religious but my mum was Catholic and my dad was a New Covenantist which is like a Protestant Baptist thing, anyway so my mum hated whores because they were sinners that lead others to destruction but my pa hated whores because they were agents of Satan using demonic tricks to lead others to destruction - so like it was one of the few things they actually agreed on; my ma was always collecting little pictures of St's and things but my da was always collecting them up and binning them because he didn't want idolitory in his house all that normal bullshit - but whores, whores they could hate together.
So in my youth i heard a lot about whores, a LOT. My mum was always warning me that whores would try and separate e from god then all would be lost and she'd see someone doing something she didn't like and go on this rant about how they were whores and all this.... my dad though he cursed about whores slightly differently, all attractive women were whores and my mum was a whore sometimes too, he was always going on about how they'll take all your money, scare off your friends and leave you helpless and alone....
so anyway as you can imagine i wasn't perfect and so they made my life hell and i started having problems at school and they said i was troubled and i had to do loads of shitty punishments and extra study so i never had any friends and was lonely and angry all the time and we didn't get on so they kicked me out when I was 17 and of there I was alone, lost, no friends, almost no money, feeling as if i was denounced by both sides of god.... o felt like i was really at rock bottom so i thought fuck it, i'll go see a whore.
now i still didn't really know what a whore was but i had a bit of an idea, i knew it was sex and drugs and naughty things... i found one in the back of a magazine and phoned up, she said i could come round so i got a train half way across the country (possibly could have just found one closer...?) and like a day and a half after i said i was on my way i knocked on her door and said 'uh, hi, are you the uh, whore?' and she just laughed and invited me inside.
So we're there and she offers me a drink and I ask for water, we just kinda stand there looking at each other and she's got this odd look n her face like she can't decide what to make of me and she asks what i'm looking for and i say i don't know i just wanted to see a whore and we started talking and I end up telling her my whole life story and she tells me loads of stuff about philosophy and psychology which leads into some really interesting conversations about religion, morality, the importance of a robust social state and the importance of self awareness and self-determination.
So anyway as it starts getting towards evening she says she has appointments so I tell her i'm going to go look around the city and it was lovely meeting her, she says i should come back and i promise i will then i went and got a train home... except half way home i realised i didn't want to see my parents again, i'd thought i wanted to go and try and help them but i kinda realised they didn't want me or my help so i got off at the next stop and was was going to get the train back to see the whore like i had some dream of help helping me set up a new life, like she was some kind of saviour or something - not even a wife or partner or anything more of the mother i'd never had.... but there wasn't a train the other way for a few hours so i went to get something to eat and decided to phone my parents to let them know i was safe but in the phone box there were loads of call girl cards and one of them said something like 'new in town. sexy young whores' or something and i say the 'new in town' and it was like talking to me or something so i phone that number instead of my mum and went to the place they said, a big black guy took my money and led me to a room and the woman in there was only wearing a bra and pair of knickers. she didn't even talk to me she just started taking off my clothes and rubbing herself on me.
I left after the most awkward but mind-blowing twenty minuets of my life and went and sat in the stairwell of a multistory carpark jerking off all night thinking about the obscene and sinful things she'd done... the next decade of my life was spent visiting every prostitute, call girl and whore in this country and several others; it wasn't an obsession it was my life, it was the only thing that i actually understood - my parents had been wrong about everything, especially whores and now i had to uncover the truth for myself! i needed to experience first time whores, part time whores. professional whores, fetish whores, trafficked whores, drunken whores, cheap whores, expensive whores, desperate whores, crack whores, meth whores, old whores, man whores, every possible type of whore you could imagine and i did everything with them, no sooner had i ticked one thing off my list than i was looking for someone willing to do the next or trying to scrape. steal or borrow the money to pay them...
n/a MyrLeaf 2017-03-28
https://youtu.be/n2kkr0e_dTQ
n/a Ernigrad-zo 2017-03-28
sometimes Ernigrad jokes but i am very serious now, i think we should be lovers and you could play me sweet songs on your rancid accordion.
n/a MyrLeaf 2017-03-28
I fully agree.
n/a Ernigrad-zo 2017-03-28
then we should to know each other. does it make you feel good when I call you bby or am i your bby?
n/a MyrLeaf 2017-03-28
Post bussy, degenerate.
n/a Ernigrad-zo 2017-03-28
i thought the boss sends dic pik first then if it is validated good penis then sxybby reply with picture of place to put it.