Sex is Better with a Whore

Sex is great with a whore. Virgin? Not so much. Just like everything else in life, practice makes perfect. And whores have a Masters of Sex degree. Its no wonder we men enjoy going to bars to pick up the occasional drunk slut. Drunk and laid? What's not to like?

Sex with a whore is like driving a Porsche. You're guaranteed an exhilirating time. And you're getting laid. To put it more bluntly, why fuck an amateur? A whore can fuck you sideways, upside down, doggie, right side left, just fucking name it. And she'll blow you like your cock is the last one left on Earth. And you think an amateur invented reverse cowgirl? Fuck no.

As for the virgins, I've had plenty. And I used to love it. I used to think I'm the first guy she banged and the little whore will remember it forever. But looking back, that was being too egomaniacal. Nowadays, I'd rather fuck a seasoned thirty-year old vet. And trust me, by age thirty, whores are seasoned. Besides, its so much less work. You don't have to teach a whore anything, and the sex won't suck. She's comes pre-fucking-packaged: ready to fuck.

Here's to a good whore. Virgins are for amateurs (and those strangely angry men out east).

You may be a Whore if....You Dress Like a Whore

Eye-candy is one of the greatest delicacies on earth. I love admiring women making fashion statements four seasons a year. I admit I eye-fuck whores to next Saturday every chance I get. And whores love it. Attention is the culmination of a whore's existence. Why else would you dress to erect?

Let's take the example of the typical club-scene. The majority of the time, whores come out in packs, fully decked out in high heels, skimpy dress or tight jeans, and a revealing top. Its amazing to hear "just because I'm dressed like this, it doesn't make me a whore." First off, you are whore by nature. Second, you dressed like that to attract attention. Whore. So don't get all snobby because dudes are trying to brush their boners against you. You asked for it.

Even when not at a club, its easy to spot a whore. I can be in the middle of downtown in a major city, and I will break my neck gawking at "corporate" women dressed to fuck their bosses. Above the knee skirts with button down shirts exposing just enough cleavage to give you wet dreams. Now that's fucking sexy. These are the ruthless whores that will make it a point to be your boss one day, by any means necessary. My kind of whore.


Go into any retail establishment and you'll likely spot a whore who will do what it takes to earn your commission. And she knows you'll be reeled in by her whorific look. Its easy fucking money for her. I know whores that made a $1000 a day in commission selling men's shoes and such. And they weren't dressed like nuns.

Speaking of which, guess what's coming? A whore's HOliday. HOlloween. Yep. Its that time of year when a girl's inner whore comes out. I bet you the majority of women out there will dress like a skanky nun, nurse, or, of course, Sarah Palin.

Dressing like a whore is second-nature to you whores. Don't deny it, be it. Whore.

Spot a Whore

We men take great pride in ourselves, confidently amassing vast sums of money, collecting cars like they're candy, and selecting top-notch whores to be in our presence. But in our eternal quest for glory, most men inadvertently fall in love and neglect to recognize whorific tendencies. Soon enough, the whore does what she does best, and the poor schmuck is left heartbroken and horny. The key to preventing this broken-hearted blue balls syndrome is to spot a whore from the beginning. For instance, if you met the whore late one night and this was your view later that night:

You've got a whore on your hands. But realize this: its not a bad thing. She's fun as long as you don't get sprung and make her your girlfriend. Chances are, she'll be fucking other guys, and sometimes girls, while you're not around. Its not her fault. Its in her nature. She's a whore.

But that was an oversimplistic example. In reality, its much harder to spot a future cheating whore. Here's some real world signs that may have a whore on your hands.

You fucked her when she had a boyfriend. As much of an ego boost it is for you, fucking another guy's girl and making her your girl will only lead to whorrendous results. If she cheated on him, she'll sure as hell fuck around on you. So the only thing to do is fuck her hard, fast, and as many times as possible before her thirst for strange cock returns.

She's clubbing till 5am on weeknights. While you work your ass off during the day, she's in bed passed out because she was out shaking her goods on industry night. You may think its alright. Trust me, she's blowing the bouncer and you're getting it from behind. And no man should take it from behind from a whore.

Guy friends galore. Women like male attention. So captain geekfuck and his band of superschmucks enjoy the company of your whore frequently. But guess what? One of those treehuggers is your replacement. Or even worse, the alpha nerd (is there such a thing?) is teaching her whoreanometry.

This list can go on and on. There's many telltale signs that you're dealing with a whore. The safest thing any man can do is let the whore be. Just go about your business, tap that ass when you have time, and move on. Falling for a whore never led a man anywhere except to a little place called ruin.

And fuck ruin. I'm not interested in ruin.

You May Be A Whore if....You're a Virgin

Holy dick in my mouth Batman! Virgins are whores?! Damn right. Meet Rafella Fico, an Italian Supermodel who's planning to sell her virginity to the highest bidder. And how much is Ms. Fico asking? One Million Euros. You read that correctly. She thinks her untapped pussy is worth One Million Euros.

According to every whore a man has ever known, a girl's virginity is sacred. Fathers do the most ridiculous things to protect their daughters' innocence. Some religous zealots even slaughter their offspring if there's been some funny business. But this whore is proof positive that nothing is more sacred to a whore than money. What if the dude's shit ugly? She said she'll drink some wine and forget about it. Now that's a first-class whore. Virgin whore.

Is she worth One Million Euros? FUCK NO. No whore is worth that kind of change. You can buy five Bentleys with that kind of cash, and magically, three whores will appear for each Bentley you own. And guess what? You'll get to fuck all of them. Sometimes together. Why the fuck would you pay for one whore when you can cruise in luxury and have fifteen whores? It just doesn't make economic sense.

More importantly, she's not the only whore to pull this kind of crap. In 2005, a Peruvian model put her self up for sale. Also, a chick who goes by the name of Natalie Dylan went on the Howard Stern show to promote her virginity sale. Some British whore was having a sale for ten thousand pounds. Soon they'll be stocking virgin pussy at your local Wal-Mart. And that yellow smiley face fuck's gonna be dropping more than just low prices.

But seriously, is the virgin pussy good enough that you should be dropping One Million Euros on it? For any guy that's ever considered paying for this kind of whore, I have a challenge for you. Go out and fuck five different women. That's it. Go do that. And then see how bad you want to pay to fuck some virgin. Recognize one absolute truth: Women are whores.

The thing I'm confused about is what happens after she's been cherry popped? Does she have a sale for slightly used pussy? How much cheaper is the second hand pussy?

Fuck. Leave it to a whore to redefine the term whore.

Marriage - The End of a Perfectly Good Man


Why would a man want to get married? Happiness? Kids? Love? No. No. And fuck no. If you want to end your life, get married. Ask any married man in private if he recommends marriage. The poor schlub will tell you to run for your fucking life.

From the moment she's born, her lifelong aspiration is to get married. Women dream of the day they get married, planning meticulously in their heads. I remember being in first grade and girls were already pushing marriage like it was crack in a fucking ghetto. Six year old boys were running around being called husband by barbie addicted girls. Looking back, it was utterly whorific.

Marriage is the culmination of a woman's existence. She ropes a dope into a lifelong commitment where he is slave to her every whim. Think about it. What is it that keeps a girl fucking you every time you want it? What is it that makes it possible for you to get away with partying with your boys on a Friday night? Why can you watch football Sundays with her? Because you haven't married the whore yet. She has all the incentive in the world to let you be.

After marriage? Say goodbye to pussy. Its only happening when she wants a kid. Friends? Fuck no. Say goodbye to your boys. You only get to keep the married friends. Her married friends. Football? What the fuck are you thinking? Sundays are for home depot and spending your hard earned cash. Friday nights? HA. You won't even remember Friday nights after marriage.

After you commit peniscide by marrying her, God help you if she gets bored. Enrique the poolboy is fucking your wife. Dave at work is fucking your wife. The fucking neighbor is fucking your wife. And his. At the same time. Everybody but you fucks your wife. Sound like fun?

Fuck marriage. Long live Hugh Hefner.

Whoreism May Lead to Death

Isn't that a lovely face? She seems like someone who goes to church, loves her family, and lives an all American life, doesn't she? Fuck no. That's Erin McLean. A whorror story of a wife. Let me recap the story for you. Erin McLean was a teacher from Tennessee who was married with children. Deciding she's not happy with her husband, she starts a relationship with one of her students. I'm not naming the student or providing a picture out of respect for his family. Regardless, Eric McLean, the husband, endured months of his wife's adultery, all the while contemplating suicide. Fast forward to an unfortunate afternoon at the McLeans' home, where Mr. McLean found his wife with her new boyfriend. He called 911 and the couple allegedly laughed at him. Long story short, the boyfriend was shot dead, and Mr. McLean was recently found guilty of reckless homicide.

As people always do, they blame the husband for the death of the boyfriend. What nobody has addressed is the whoreish behavior of Erin McLean. Not only is she the direct cause of all of the events that led to one man's demise and another man's conviction, she's disappeared altogether, with Eric McLean's children. The same children that she took along with her to see her boyfriend while they made out and pranced around in public.

Let this be a lesson to all men. First, never blame the other guy, regardless of him being a tool. It is always the whore's fault. Always. A whore is a whore, of course.

More importantly, never trust a whore. Even if she did marry you. Women are fickle creatures, slave to their whoreish genetics. Easily bored, they'll seek out and engage in whatever will excite and tickle their fancy. Women are masters of self-manipulation, easily able to justify cheating on their men because "he's an asshole," or "he's not man enough."

If you are able to recognize the above truth, then you are awakened. Never will a whore lead you to death.

Why Women Are Whores is Back


That's right. Whores everywhere beware. This site is back. By popular fucking demand. First I want to apologize to every reader out there. And thank you for the support and encouragement to continue exposing whoreism.

First, let me address some misconceptions about this site. I know that some whores are getting deeply offended by some material on this site and label me as a "mysogynistic." I'm only going to say this once. So listen up whores. I LOVE WOMEN. Period. That does not change the fact that women are whores. So if you whores insist on mischaracterizing the site and judging me and my readers, see your whoreass out the door. This site is not for you.

I'll be posting once a week from here on out. If you have whoreific ideas, email me at whywomenarewhores@gmail.com.