The good story of the day [I mean it… lol]

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The good story of the day [I mean it… lol]I write essais for the sake of ART, great litterature, propaganding my ideas, changing the world’s face : D : D : D, make weird things happen, express myself and feeling horny over writing it. I want to share with you the exquisite memories I got from the life I live. And do chose to live.FREEDOM OF EXPRESSIONFREEDOM OF EXPRESSIONFREEDOM OF EXPRESSIONI mean, if you’re not happy with my stories.. You can actually go fuck yourself. It’s not even my maternal langage. So shut the fuck up.*taking out a flash light and lighting up my face in some kind of creepy way like a good story teller should always do*: D : D : DOk, here we go.After spending the night getting horny over this website, on my ipod touch, on my girlfriend’s sofa (the only girl I can actually bare and would share anything with her) wich was annoying me by talking.. I decided to quit and go fap at home with my toys.[Let me take a break over the story I an telling you to tell you something that did happen to me two days ago…I was horny on my ipod at my girlfriend’s place and I decided to quit to go fap alone at home. I happened to encouter a stranger that looked okay on the street. I went to him and said:-Want to come over at my place and have a good fuck? Look I’m really in need…He did told me that he was an honest and moral man. I told him.-At the exact moment of your death.. What do you exactly wanna remember? If you never do anything.. You’ll have nothing to remember (I was actually trying to convince him)! This is some kind of horrible, no?He said “no thanks” again (at least he was polite) and left after refusing a hug.I was some kind of frustrated and tought about punching him in the face.I made my way to home and had a wonderful fap.My cunt exploded in stars and then I was feeling ok.I returned to my BF place. I entered inside the appartement.. Then she started talking to me about something.. cutted it up.. and like fucking shot at me the she knew I was actually picking up strangers on the street.She told me my face went frightened looking.Actually, she never made comments about how “dangerous” are my behaviors. Actually the girl precisely know that I’m the most dangerous person walking down the streets. I mean.. I’m not afraid of killers.. If I do meet one.. I’ll kill him first if he don’t want a good talk.So then, she told me that the guy happened to be one of his friend.. and that he showed up at the appartement being all surprised.. saying a girl asked him to fuck her on the street. She laughed at my double fail a lot (actually I failed when the guy said “no thanks”… and then I failed about being discovered). I was planning on remebering the story but not telling it to my BF.I then knew the WHY GOD WHY he said no.He had a girlfriend. What a fucking pussy.]I connected to my weird facebook wich is a window on people that don’t actually have real names or pictures of them güvenilir bahis siteleri and are saying really funny shits. But still I’m the best at trolling on facebook. I remember being banned on 2010 summer for a few issues.-SEXUAL HARASSEMENT -DIRTY PROPAGANDA-ISSUES OF LACK OF MORALITY-FAKE NAME (like lol they really did write this at the “bitter” end)I did even create a fucking group where I was throwing shit by the name of:”Walking around naked at night and being ****d in a park.”I think the name of the group took part in the ban.Anyway, this morning I connected on facebook and I was having a desesperate message from “un ptit crisse” 21 years old aged, who do fuck like a god and have a big nice cock. Was fucking him a month ago but cutted it up to punish him for returning to his old fat bitch. I’m against love.. so don’t get caught at being a lover boy or I’ll disapear.Anyway, I got his message that was like:”Hey I knocked at your door. : P 2:18 AMCalled you 3h03 AMCome back to me”I was like lol. He really do need to fuck. As I do.After spending the night writing a wonderful text “that speaks about truths” I showed up at his place around 8 AM. I knocked hard in the bay window and was guetting frustrated at waiting outdoor, outside in the goddamn cold (Hey the cold freezes me to bones since I’m not fat enough. I need to take 5 or 6 pounds to protect from cold — Since everyone that is looking at my “artistic-eroticism” (that I exchange for tokens over the website) actually think I’m some kind of anorexic. I’m not. So stop fapping over this plz : P : P : P).He did finally open his fucking door. The roomate ran to me like a stupid dog. He was annoying.*** and me went in the room and started talking about sex. He then made his way with me thinking he was being to hard on me while there was actually some kind of nice birds flying in my head. He came really fast after touching my throat for 5 or 10 seconds. I was feeling good. I layed down a bit and relaxed.After that, I was on the sofa writing my “story about truth” on my ipod feeling really inspired and *** was annoying me by talking. I was sitting next the the stupid roommate wich made a “dirty” joke and started to spread one of his arm over my fucking shoulders.I then went like this:-HEY IF YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME I’M GONNA KILL YOUI was relieved by the fact the guy didn’t have the time to touch me. Since I got real nice and good Kung Fu lessons before my master (who is actually the best kung fu fighter in the world — He really is — I never lie) starts to be creepy over me..I was not scared of him in any way. I mean I could actually hurt him real bad in a fight. He just took out a photo album and started showing me naked pictures of his ex (pictures wich were taken in the 80’s… With girls with curly hair… having hairy bushes that did discuted me) and started promising things at me shouting sometimes:-They have youwin giriş your age! : Dand he said something funny:-I don’t like hairy pussies.. THat do smell really bad sometimes..And I was like “yes this is disgusting”.In my head I was like: ok. This is really not my kind of perv.. And I mean he’s 65 and he’s a fucking chinese (actually he’s corean but anyway in my head they’re all chinese people — the only ones that actually have a value to my eyes are the girls from vietnam. I had one. Hot stuff. They’re fucking perfect.). Beside everything that made me hate the man… and made me loose the respect I was giving him for teaching me kung fu.. I wanted to go on with lessons. Because I was enjoying the thing. And I was good at this. I learned very fast. The guy told me that he wanted to train me to go for UFC… and that was some kind of interesting.. I could be acclaimed for beating people up. But still, he told me something one day that made me went like:”Fuck off”He offered to do me a lift to kung fu lessons and told me something in the car (and “I could be your hero baby” from Enrique Iglesias was playing in the background… And I mean it.. The guy actually chose the song — freaking disgusting) that made me cringe of.. hate and disgust:-My daughter don’t talk to me anymore so you’re gonna replace her! [ok right you want to fuck your daughter you fucking bastard]and then goes like:-You’re making me happy.The “You’re making me happy” thing was actually too much for my poor virgin ears. And in my head sounded more horrible than the horrible conclusion I made about his daughter. I dropped class.He did called me a moth ago to offer me money, free kung fu classes and love. But I was like GTFO. Like you’re not going to buy me with anything because that couldn’t be funny since you’re a chinese human being.I could like… return to kung fu (because I mean this is the shit. He did created a unique kind of kung fu that is all about killing people in some kind of brutal and rapid way) and sell him [and makings flowers grow around] “a dream”. I could lead him to do everything for me, spending cash over me and leading him to even buy me clothes… I could take him on a leash and walk him all the way though town… But I’m a good person and I’m not interested in dirty money. I mean I did prostitute earlier in the years with a guy for nothings and d**gs. This was real fake prostitution; but it did excited me; But the most part of it was selling my body to a guy that was a freak and really good at fucking.Anyway… Back in ***’s room saying that I was actually exhausting men around me. He boasted a bit saying he’s the best and like… congratulating his own cock. I was like “ok. show me what you’ve got”. We fucked for a while and he was not able to get through his shit and then I got bored so I decided that we stop.I layed here for a while and then got clothes back on and youwin güvenilir mi brought the youngster to my BF place. Actually I was ignoring them and was happy to see that they’re were actually doing pretty good at being along in some kind of spontaneous innocent way. I considered leaving them alone but did not want to freak them out. So I spent time spying at my girlfriend wich at this time was getting very stupid overs ***’s beauty and probably making scenes in ger head after what I told her about him. Like I spammed her facebook this morning on the boy’s phone saying precisely:”Hey vieille sorcière!Je suis sur le Iphone du ptit criss. Sti qu’il m’a bien fourré. Il m’a étranglé et il a joui.J’en veux encore. Candy Cock.”I’m saying this right now… so people will not harass me with the stupid question I don’t wanna read:I’m not giving away my facebook to anyone. This is a private club.And this slut (I do have respect for her. But she’s a slut) is like me. Not exactly as … profound… as me… but still… she loves good fuck.And then I was there ignoring them making plans about manipulating *** to manipulate *****, so *****’s cunt could be completed for a while before my pleased eyes… and watch them losing control over their pleasure. When *** and I left, I did tell him my BF was getting horny over him and setted up the plan I did imagine.I brought him back home… and he followed me even if I told him I was going to fap in a corner, probably alone… and decided he wanted to join my fun. I was doing my things and he was actually annoying me. He left me alone to go in the kitchen and when he came back he did put his hands around my throat thinking this would be fun to me. I shouted:-LEAVE ME ALONE FUCKERHe listened politely to what I said and disapeared for a while in the kitchen. I was still there fapping sitting in the corner of the sofa trying to get myself off so this could end. When he came back and putted his clothes on I started to feel aroused again.The more clothes on, the more aroused.This was meaning he was leaving me alone. I was feeling great about that and the before he quit… he told me something:-Put on a nice red dress… and some leggings so you don’t get cold.. and.. and.. I want you to straighten your hair.I did say yes (even if I never straigthen my hair and don’t really care about my hair and don’t wanna do it — but did say yes because he told me to).—————————————————————————–So here I am writing this to you. I finally never had my orgasm and I guess this is going to take a few days — in some kind of body-spiritual-team (the guys I fuck) — to go through it. Actually, if they’re is any of my friends or stalkers reading this and being shocked because they had fell in love with me even if I told them not to do that if they don’t want to be hurt… If you’re pissed off this is not my problem. I mean; if I give my ass to you… You’re a very lucky man. ; )I’d better get prepared… or he’ll be nice to me like always. ^^Ending up with:What I like in my fictions is that I actually live and go through the stories I tell. And I never lie. Never.(o)(o) <------- Barbara's boobs^^

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