There’s nothing wrong with putting me on a lower rung, except that you’re doing it to the devil

December 28, 2013   /   byRezod  / Categories :  Posts

Is my child’s mother a whore?

These last couple days I’ve been trying to get her to hang out with me for New Years Eve. Apparently she made nerdball plans with her friend weeks ago and is unwilling to change them.

Sucks to be that second fiddle. Outright infuriating. Fact is she’s still resentful that I had a relationship and impregnated this other woman. She hasn’t moved past that. Honestly, I understand where she’s coming from. Cautious now.

But I made it clear where I stood and have been coming at her receptively. However today I finally snapped at the lack of progression in our scenario. So what I did was call progressive insurance and drop her from my policy LOL. It’s a big deal in her particular case because we’re in a state in which she needs an FR-44, a form from an insurance company stating you have full coverage and have paid the premium six months in advance. She needs that in order to drive because she was convicted of a DUI. My current policy already has the conditions for the FR-44 satisfied, and all I did was include her vehicle, which is like $76 extra a month.

Dig my logic- would I pay my ex-wife’s monthly insurance? Would i pay a future dental bill for that girl I just tossed out of my house? Would I send $5000 to c0dex so she doesn’t go starving for the month? Fuck no I wouldn’t! That’s Oatis’ job.

Point is if this ex-bitch of mine truly doesn’t want anything to do with me and is truly unwilling to see if there’s still a chance, then I figure she needs to be treated as such.

She flips. I explain the logic. She flips, “you know I can’t pay for the FR-44 right now. You’re evil.” An hour later I so eloquently state, “I need a blow job.” She responds, “well I need insurance.” I say, “then give me the blow job.”

The compromise ends up being a blow job AFTER the insurance activation. I actually do it when she’s en route to my house. Anyways I go with her to the store to run some errands, just for the hell of it. Bitch smokes cigs again, in the car with the baby or even while holding him outside the car. She knows its a problem. No need to rub it in. Regardless I like her way better than the “just too perfect” girl I broke up with.

Anyways, we get back to my pad. She verifies with progressive I activated her insurance. My kid’s winding down and crying like a baby. She wants to suck my dick in the living room. I know she’s playing a whore right now but no need to play a cheap one. So I tell her to put him to bed first.

We end up in the bedroom, on the bed, my cock dancing in her mouth. She’s sucking my dick with more passion and enthusiasm than an actual whore, which is a good thing for my sake. But what this ultimately came down to was me wanting to fuck her nicotine-permeated brain. She refused under the guise of “I don’t know what you got stds. I can’t trust you anymore. I know you didn’t where a condom with that other girl that’s why she’s pregnant.” The nerve this ex-bitch of mine to still be resentful after she had sexual orgies off

We argue some more. The baby wakes up. Wah wah.

Somehow we end up making out while holding each other rather heavily. I suck on her tit despite the pregnancy juicing it into a mere sag. Still delicious nonetheless. I try to take off her pants again and that’s where she drew the line.

I couldn’t believe it. This whore must be getting ready to date someone else. I tell her wow you can fuck strangers off the internet but not your own kids dad. She sucks my dick some more trying really hard to blow my load, but my heart just isn’t there.

Is it wrong for me to want to fuck the smoke right out of her brain? I want to fuck her. I’m a dude. Nothing wrong with that desire.

Finally she feels the pressure and will do it ONLY with a condom. Thing is

1. I’m not going to the store right now. I want to fuck you right now.

2. Condoms ruin the fun and the joy of me fucking your little pussy.

3. I’m going to pull out ten seconds early anyways. I learned my fucking lesson after knocking up the 2 most craziest bitches on gods green earth.

4. I don’t fuck random nasty bitches anymore. The last 3 years I stick with one bitch and one bitch only.

I made it clear to her there is no way I am ever having sex with a condom on again. If I wanted to have lame condom sex ill visit the local bar and get any bitch I wanted there. And that’s not even an ego talking.

So she gets ready to leave, trying to call my bluff telling me to accept just the blow job. She goes out the back sliding door, I in turn do the same then yell, “get the fuck back in here and finish the job.” I explain if you want to be treated as a whore I will treat you as such, which means I will honor this blow job arrangement at the expense of everything else in which you will be treated as such.

And so she starts sucking real hard. My dick is thrusting further into her throat. We turn to our side. This is when my cock latches organically into her blond mouth. She’s takes it without much oxygen. She takes it like a fucking champ in which I nut in and around her mouth, feelings of satisfaction. I lay back and tell her you’re free to go.

Now I don’t know if she really likes me again or if she’s trying to make herself feel less of a whore. Truth is I’ve been with plenty whores, plenty girls who feel like whores, and plenty girls who actually like me. They all, including right now, cuddled up with me afterwards. Not only did she cuddle-hug me but she made out with me, then asked, “did you miss me?” Even though I was pressured to say yes, I really did miss her.

An hour goes by. I txt her asking if she wants to hang out New Years Eve; maybe dinner, no drinking if you want. Nothing has changed here. She doesn’t want to. Either something’s going on I don’t know about or I have been downgraded to a lower rung in her life. There’s nothing wrong with being on a lower rung, except she shouldn’t be doing it to the devil. Maybe a normal person will get the message and sacrifice his fucking integrity to be on this lower rung, because I get you can’t control other people, but who says letting go of control or that person entirely has ever helped anyone? You become that lower rung and get stepped on constantly with things never changing. Fact is you control and shape what you can, and the devil can control/shape more because the devil has a wider window of leverage.

I’m straight up sabotaging her by not picking up my kid Monday. She’ll be stuck babysitting while I’m out replacing her pussy. I’m not saying I’m going to actively find new pussy, because my heart wouldn’t be congruent to that behavior, hence the last breakup, but if I get pushed that far and if the opportunities fall my way, my niggur the devil has my back enough to make me forget about any incongruency.