Taming the Fuckboy

He was a manwhore. He was a lusty man. The word 'sex' means his entire life. Having one night stands with a bunch of boobsy ladies was continuous with him.

He never cared about the girls. All he is after is on their labias, clit, their soft moans and hard groans, their round booties and soft boobs, and of course their finale- orgasms, would never be missing it.

Every sex however was nothing but a memory that has been subsequently removed from his memory. It was like having an amnesia after every session. He never bothered.

For the woman who left her behind never bothered about how tragic his life was now. And he thinks that this habit would somehow ease the pain. It was sort of revenge for him. But guess what, nothing changed. It was the same old story of a good and a faithful man who did nothing but just to love and adore the woman of his life but then again, was left behind. A man who turned into a person with an unpleasing personality. His entire life was now purely futile. Could he blame the girl? Could he blame himslef? It was vast. It was vague. It's to hard to understand that the last resort he had was to be the kind of person like what he is right now.

Now for him, girls are nothing but trash. They can satisfy the needs of a man maybe. But they are nothing but devastation. They do nothing but to destroy a man. He's a good example to conclude.

Who knew what happened next...