Women call me a manwhore, then they call me for no strings sex. Men call me an asshole and a prick and wish they were me. I like to fuck, a lot, women who are adventurous, dirty, shameless but classy definitely with no expectations. My type is brunettes with small tits and lithe bodies. They seem to satisfy my cock the most, driving away my self destructive darkness.
I own an investment portfolio of up market, exclusive properties in the suburbs of Edinburgh. I know what I want and I get what I want, when I want it. Always.
Love is for losers.
I devour pussies for breakfast, lunch and dinner, all day and every day until a curvy, mouthy Barbie type arrives back to manage the sale of Joey’s apartment, an old friend of mine who died recently. Her arrival has seriously blown my fucking world apart.
She thinks she doesn’t want me but she does, she just doesn’t know it yet. I will have her in my bed, don’t doubt it–my plan will fall into place, until then I find myself desperate to figure out what is it about this woman that makes me want her so much …