Swipe is one of the best apps any teenager who's living with their parents and has no future and is probably a sucker at dating- can ever have. 

 One of the cool things about swipe is that you get to see the person you're dating face to face. Face to face means you get to see them after meeting them.

 Need I have said that? My bad.

Ricky is the one to blame for all this. It was his "it's ok" or "everyone is using this app" that caught me off.  I'm not much into social media, so his continuous bleeping was a motivation in itself. 

 Such a jerk-ass. But anyways, there was this girl I was supposedly dating. Just know her profile picture, unlike those I had kept scrolling past, was the best of its kind.

(Picture includes: Big ass, big tits, small waist. Blue attractive eyes.)

       Over time, I was ecstatic. Meeting someone online especially with an app I had just downloaded and knew close to zero about was more than just madness to me. 

 But when you run out of porn and you become tired of fucking your pillow and bedsheets, you get to the point where you can fuck anything that has a skirt for a clothing.To get to that point is pure madness as I said before, but it was more than just a mere task for me.

If someone could lay with me for just a single night, I was all in.And perhaps my life was torn apart.

Linda's sister dumped me after she found out about the viral porn video of me and the Principal's daughter. Deborah, or the Principal's daughter, stopped answering my phones after the incident, and the most heartening of all, was when she at one time even accused me of raping her.

Such was my fate as a porn addict. Every girl I got bouncing on me, like the soccer balls in a penalty shoot out. Such is what you get for thinking with your dick and not your head.But such had to end once and for all.

Such had to be stopped. If dating was going to be my savior, there was no way I was messing up this time round. Not for once. Or would I?