EPT
I am a virgin.
I am a master of love.
I have trained with my right hand for almost eight years now, giving me the expertise that others envy.
I wear only the finest clothes imported from Mexico.
I am the refrigerator and females are the magnets.
Today I spoke with the woman who is destined to be the first of my many sexual trophies.
Her name was Felicity.
I caught the smell of her wonderful scent today as I exited the classroom.
The fragrant aroma of her drenched leather jacket and perfume entered my nostrils.
Her scent combined with her panicked expression as I approached signaled her primal desires to copulate.
I asked her if she wanted to sex but she declined saying that I wasn’t her type.
She was playing hard to get.
In my experience, having watched many hours of anime and porn, this is just a ploy to increase her value.
I am an alpha male.
I am a god.
It is impossible for a mere plebian to decline my invitation for sexy time.
Our eyes locked again the next day.
She asked me if she could enter the classroom door.
Clearly she wanted me to enter her door.
I asked her if she wanted to smoke some pot with me sometime.
She said no, saying that she has never wanted to try.
I came to the sad realization that unlike me, there were people who did not have perfect bodies, spent their time with other people, and had no style.
Felicity was a loser.
I have to go lift.
I dedicate this girl blog to all girl blogs.
Love – StateofCurry
