I don’t know all the names of the models I post. If you want to look it up yourself, I would recommend https://hostingchecker.com/tools/reverse-image-search/, https://yandex.com/images or www.tineye.com.


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Cake day: July 28th, 2023

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  • First girl looks like she could get along with my mother but otherwise would be difficult to keep an intellectual conversation with. You want to talk about politics, physics, the latest technology and motorsports. She just wants to know what to eat that evening, when your next paycheck is due and constantly shoves TikTok videos in your face she thinks is hilarious.

    Second girl want to go to parties, even on workdays. You try to keep up, but eventually one evening you stay at home while she goes to a party where she meets another guy whom she cheats with, live together and eventually marry leading you to alcoholism, depression and debt. But at least she was a good fuck.

    Third girl looks like she wants to discuss your future with her straight on the first date. She already has decided on the names of your future children, the town you’re gonna live together in and how you’re gonna financially support her. That same morning you couldn’t even locate your missing sock, let alone determine your entire future ahead of you. So this didn’t last long.

    Fourth girl is awesome at first, but god, she turns out to be so, so bitterly jealous. You can’t even wish the cashier a good day without being scolded at.

    Fifth girl is just as sweet as they come. She’s perfect! Thing is, sex with her is like going down on a real doll at room temperature. After a couple of weeks you’re not sure if it’s gonna work out. Turns out the sixth girl was not a better lay at all, and you want to go back to the fifth girl, but fourth girl is still fuming over your break up. Eventually fourth, fifth and sixth girl ambush you at your apartment after a long day at work. There’s a bitter argument which leads you to move to another city far from that baggage.

    And that’s where you meet the seventh girl. She’s head of HR at your new job and after a wild rump after hours in the warehouse she reports you to the board the next day for sexual harassment and it costs you your new job.

    The eight girl is your new therapist. You open up to her and after a few sessions she opens her legs for you and you finally have a stable relationship for a couple of months. Everything’s good, everything’s alright. But after half a year or so you can’t take the constant meandering and gossiping of her patients and unfortunately you decide to end your relationship with this amazing woman.

    Shortly after the break up you meet with the local GP for a checkup because your sexual health seems to falter. The ninth girl is the doctor you have an appointment with. After a couple of tests it turns out you are riddled with STDs, some of which science has not named as of yet. Since the ninth girl is an avid STD collector you sleep with her for a couple of times, but eventually every spurt is like your dick is turned inside out so you ghost her and look for a new GP.

    You meet the tenth girl in the waiting room of the next GP. You quickly get lost in a conversation with her and you share your ailments with her. She recommends a clinic a couple of cities over and she gives you her phone number and asks you to call her when you’re clean. After a couple of dates it turns out that this girl radiates sincerety, spontaneity and empathy. She has a stable job, you share a lot of interests and she is just the most soft spoken and kindest person you’ve ever met.

    One cloudy Satuday afternoon you’re walking hand in hand in a clothing store. A scream through the store startles you and like a raging bull the fourth girl storms towards you. She demands you to take her back and that the girl you’re currently with is nothing next to her. Suddenly the tenth girl forces herself between you and the girl and a floodgate of utter rancid, dehumanizing and ungodly swears roars from her gentle throat. The fourth girl is utterly shocked by this and takes off.

    And that is the moment you know that the tenth girl is the woman you belong with.