I'll Decide My Love Life Again

I am a decent young man, good -looking, and my pocket is also good -looking too. I I am Jackson Myles. Every single woman in London wants me, I know, but they have to pay the price, and one of them is to be very good in bed. Sitting on my soft sofa as soft as a lady's butt, I had continued thinking, 'Will myself ever find a Miss Right? Is there really love in the air?,again I ask myself. I could remember, not every single woman I had dated, and have broken up with, has ever shown me great concern by picking their cell phone up, and asking about me, about my health and how the sun and rain favors my goddamn business. All them girls, all them women, what they want is a man like Jackson Myles who would be there for them to quench their insatiable desires and their love for a luxurious living, I think. 'How awful!?They want the man with the big bag, spraying cash here and there like I'm Elon Musk or Jeff Bezoz. Now I look around through my window that faces London towers and great exceptional buildings, I look down and I see London busy roads all day, all night and I'm sure those stripper girls in 'Northville Pegasus Club' wouldn't ever forget that awesome foursome with those big ass ladies. I probably had shown them how huge my d**k is and how fast the screw driver can go inside many deep holes without ever breaking or bending an inch. Maybe the blood runs inside the Family's lineage and probably inside my veins too, as my mom was a s*x worker and that is how I came into this world unfortunately. Poor Jackson, Poor Jackson you are just a cheeky king, irrespective that I'm a product of a One night stand, and am sure too that the mother of my unborn kids is probably in one of these London finest hotels and clubhouses waiting on me, but probably stripping and rocking so hard some wrong dude right now. 'Oh my word,!!' Jackson you are a man now , and no longer a boy, he would strive with soliloquy. You should probably get married so soon so that my mother would realize that she is no longer a young girl hawking her body in the streets of Manchester and London, disgracing my reputation and picking leftover money from the pocket of men to show her that now she is a grandma and her true destiny in life is never to be a harlot till she gives up the ghost. 'It's such a shame that I don't even know who my biological father was as I grew up with my foster parents, after my mom had given me up for adoption when I was just six years old. She thought my senses were not capable of remembering her face or rather do not know good or bad, as she never gave me up because she wasn't financially stable to train me but that her butt is eventually never ever getting retired from riding good c***s like mine anytime soon. Indeed, Jackson Myles is a gift to the world but a curse to the world. Poor woman!, she would probably be looking for me everywhere in the streets of London, Tottenham and Manchester so that I could give her a pension fee to retire her useless butt from prostitution, such a shame!!. If i could remember vividly very well, I wasn't only a curse to my mom but to my Foster Parents too. Ever since I turned sixteen, my Forster mum wouldn't just let me be. If I had acted exactly like Joseph in the scriptures I would have first of all been thrown into jail before later becoming the Prime Minister of England.Such an awful twist to my own ending. My Foster Father would forever regret why he threw me out of his home, our home for not having the manpower to satisfy my Forster mum in bed, probably his d**k is weak, very tiny and so incapable too. I was a better man than him and a foolish d**k, he will never forget that, and I'm sure a better man than he is. But looking deeply into things, who would reject such beauty of a woman, my Foster mother, that man is neither straight or is probably a kind of Joseph, Potiphar's nightmare. I am sitting on my soft couch watching the famous prison break series by Paul Scheuring, the screenwriting god, and I can't help but breathe properly anymore after every intense moment in the scene. 'This Michael Scofield guy, I soliloquy, he is a total trainer, cause who would risk is life and freedom to go save a person, whether blood-related or not, that would be strapped to an electric chair, few weeks from now then, knowing that he breathes for fun as he would soon face a proper death execution,' I had thought critically, well I have no review of my own, cause I'm personally no one to judge the plot of the play nor the author too. 'Oh my,!! I would rub my d**k before I go to bed as I feel so horny right now but I would not take the risk of going to the bar just nearside my own house because my mom could be out there doing her thing and I cannot trade my future engaging in the practice of 'incest' with some reckless woman to be highly cursed by Our Lord Jesus Christ. I will gently take off my clothes, apply some lotion on my hands. As I rubbed my hands together, I began already feeling aroused as I rubbed my d**k back and forth, m**********g till my sperm will be pour-filled all over my filthy but stinking rich hands worth more than the pieces of gold.