Princess Peach

Dear John: I've come home to find you eating dog shit off my front lawn when I wasn't home too many times..... IM MOVING.


So lemme just say this shit on the front and ask the question:

I don't go to YOUR place of work and kick the broom out of YOUR hand, do I? Nope. So stop bein a cock blocker and go play your "RPG" until your mom tells you it's time for dinner. Maybe today she'll be wearing those shorty shorts you like to see her in so much.

For the love of fucking God.....

Now I realize most of the things I'm about to tell you won't make sense. I'd always hoped better for you, but never expected anything less. But sweetie, I guess it's just time for shit to get real and tell you the honest truth..... You're a pencil dick piece of shit and it's amazingly pathetic that doin THIS kinda shit is how you choose to spend your time. It's no wonder youre on a hooker board in the first place .... Cause it's clearly not because you're just "too busy" to have a girlfriend, it's because the little quail eggs you've got dangling between your legs that you call "balls" haven't grown enough hair on them to impress the ladies yet. That, and you haven't got anything decent to offer a bitch to convince her to sleep with you anyway. But kudos to you for finding an avenue in which to make that happen. Guess it's better than showin your teddy bears face "what for" and having your mom ask you AGAIN what in the fuck you got on its face when she pulls it out of the laundry hamper.

I will also add.... As a little something for you to think about, you know... Whenever you've got the time... That I find it really amusing at how you SUPPOSEDLY have such a dislike for me, yet, here YOU are, investing all this time in me. And for what? It's not like anything changed.... Or that I'll do something different. You didn't even make any difference within the situation at all. But for some reason... You decide to invest all this time... And effort ..... Into interacting with ME. It's almost flattering. Well, and would be if you weren't the atrocious fucking goat that you are that makes any pussy within a 5 mile radius snap shut, that is. Kinda reminds me of kids in the school yard.... The boy punching the little girl or pushing her down cause secretly he really liked her but, simply didn't know how to appropriately express himself. I know honey, it's hard huh?

Oh well, deal with it dick breath. We've all got our problems.


Oh.... And you're excused. The rest of this ain't for you anyhow. Besides, shouldn't you be getting back to sucking that trucker dick for $20? Like I told you sweetie, at least it meets your educational experience so you're really putting in the full extent of your skills set ability.

Good for you.


So..... Anyhow....

Douchebaggery for dumbasses is what I'd call this one. The prick hits me up asking about a Dom session. In his PM he provides a phone #, so, I text him. I explain my position in things regarding sub/Dom sessions and he seems to be on board. Says he has a full time sub but was looking to "span out" more or less. He told me that he wanted to get a feel for things between him and I and that if things went well, he would have all 3 of us get together at a later point. I'm like, whatever. He further explains that they're, "more interested in bringing someone else in that would watch me hurt her then fuck her till she's passed out". Again, I'm like, whatever. Doesn't matter much to me just as long as she isn't bleeding, bruised or you're inflicting permanent damage on her. On and on the conversation goes. He proposed to me to come over for $500 for approx a 3.5hr stay. I start getting things organized to head over and he then starts with the trepidation bullshit. Asking me about whether I'm cool with specific activities. He then AGAIN mentions that I have to make sure I keep this meet strictly between us bc he doesn't want "his girl" (switching from referring to her as his "full time sub" previously) to find out. Then he states that hes high as fuck, getting drunk and watching porn currently. I then go silent on his for a few as I consider the situation and what in the fuck is really going on and he sends 8 text messages in 8 min. Some of which include his alleged name and employment info (company and job title). He keeps blasting on and on with shit filled details about what he's looking for but now all of a sudden shit changes and he's telling me it's, "all about her". I'm like, umm.... Didn't you JUST tell me that this was supposed to be an appt just between you and I and that's it? Which hasn't got ANYTHING to do with being "all about her"?? At this point, I'm demanding some fucking answers as to what in the hell is REALLY going on here and he tries to switch shit up saying that I could just come out for my hourly rate if that would make me feel better. Um... Nope. $500 is what would make me FEEL better. I tell him that I'm done with this nonsense text and that I was about to leave to just go over there. Then he's like, "Fuck! Don't come. She just pulled up." I'm fucking sure. ..... Fucking retard. Now hes telling me let's switch to a meet and greet tomorrow. Fuck you and your meet and greet tomorrow. By now its more than obvious he's jacking around for whatever reason and I'm absolutely certain that ALL the info he's given me AND the story is totally bogus. So he's just spent the last 4 hours texting with me and over WHAT?

Nothing.

THATS the sort of shit he invests his time into doing..... For real. I don't know who took a shit on your dignity to spur out that kinda garbage..... But fucking God damn.... Sorry your mom called you the reject she should've left at the abortion clinic but you don't gotta bring everyone else down with you asshole. Also, so you know.... Your handle has got to be one of the worst I think I've ever heard.... I mean, seriously.... CHOOCHMASTER?? Shit, the only COOCH youre a master of is the rubber one you've got sitting in the closet looking like Sammy Davis Jr LMFAO. Sicko..... Lol.

Oh, and stay away from my lawn fuckface. Just cause the dog shit was left out on the grass doesn't mean it's there for the taking. I guess it wouldn't be so bad if I didn't keep coming home to find you there crouched down in the grass stuffing it in your mouth like they're fucking brownies.... But still. Go somewhere else or something. It's embarrassing.