I recently turned 30 and I’ve had sex with exactly 86 women. Everyone has a hobby and mine is collecting the names, dates and the locations of the women I sleep with. I’m a man that wants to live a long and healthy life so I’ve always been careful and patient enough to use a condom every time I have sex.
About 3 months ago, I fell in love with a beautiful and intelligent young lady. I’m actually surprised that I let my guard down for her. After my heart was broken into countless pieces by my ex girlfriend who I caught having sex with my cousin in my bed, I said f#&k love. I told myself the only thing I need a woman for is sex and nothing more.
I remember when I first met her. I was in the cinema and I started to feel cold so I came out and went for my jacket which I forgot in my car. As I walked up to my car, there she was leaning against it crying. The first thing I noticed was her sexy body. She had one hell of an ass. I walked up to her and asked her why she was crying. She told me to leave her alone and get away from her. I let her know that the car she was leaning on belongs to me. She kicked the wheel and moved to the other vehicle.
I took up my jacket and made my way back inside. MUB, all I could think about while I was walking back to the cinema was taking her home and tearing that ass up. Instead of going back to see the movies, I bought a pack of M&M, a bottle of water and took it back to her. She knocked it out of my hands and told me to leave her alone. Just before I was about to give her a piece of my mind, she picked them up, apologize and dropped crying on my shoulder. I stood there for a good 10 minutes just holding her. Her body felt so good leaning against me. I tried very had to stop my dick from getting hard. What an awkward moment that would have been.
She then offered me gas money to take her home. I told her to tell me the reason why she’s crying and then I will take her home. It turns out that someone told her that her man was at the movies with the woman he was denying was pregnant for him so she took a taxi and waited for him by his car. She told me that the jackass she’s been with for almost a year broke up with her on the spot and drove away with the woman.
I felt so sorry for her that I took half the money she offered for gas and took her home. When I got to her house, she asked me to stay with her for a bit because she didn’t want to be alone. Obviously I said yes, thinking she wanted some comfort sex but not a damn thing happened. We talked and watch TV until we fell asleep. From that day we got close and I fell in love with her. It’s only been 4 months but I love her to death. She’s the sweetest woman I’ve ever met in my life.
Two days ago, she found my book containing the names, dates, and locations of the 85 women I’ve slept with. She got extremely upset with me and told me to keep away from her. She said that I’m a man whore, I’m disgusting and she doesn’t want anything else to do with me.
MUB, now that I’ve finally found the woman that after almost 4 months of being with her, I honestly believe that she’s the one for me, my past life and my stupid hobby turned around and mess things up. I don’t know if this is Karma but I will like to let your followers know to be careful of the life they live because one day, it might turn around and kick them in their ass.
I know the real reason for writing to me is so that the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with can see it and somehow give you a second chance. As terrible as your past may be, I hope that she forgives you. It’s a pity how our past deeds can come around and haunt us when we least expect it. I do hope you get rid of that hobby and please do me a favor and burn that book. Nothing good can come from having it around.
And for you females that are reading this please do not ask your man how many women he’s slept with. Leave the past in the past. And for you men that are also involved in the habit of collecting names, please desist from doing so immediately.