So this guy found my profile and started IM'g me. He at first seemed okay and he's nice looking in his profile. But then he just bam, starts bugging me to meet him! I'm like dude, I don't even know you. So now it's 2 a.m. in the fucking morning and he's IM'g me. I was dumb enough to give the fucker my # and now he won't stop calling. But it's always an unidentified #. And he wants me to go to his house at 2 a.m. What makes this more interesting is that he keeps posting the following bulletin on MySpace entitled "Stranger Sex Revisited":
"need your feedback
you come here, i am waiting in my bed naked for you. you are on your cell phone as you drive here, we are both getting very excited at the prospect of what is going to happen. my house is dark and unlocked. you arrive, let yourself in, and disrobe in my living room. you enter my bedroom naked. i am naked too. you hang up the cell phone.
we don't speak but you crawl under the covers and we feel each others' bodies against each other. we touch, we kiss, we lick, but before we ever say hello, you are on top of me. i am inside you.
Part 2
It's the middle of the night. you went out with your friends, i with mine. I get home, check my inbox, and low and behold, your phone number is there. I call.
You had just fallen asleep. The phone wakes you and you race to it, answer, panting. You are surprised at how forward I am, an are hesitant to admit you are excited. Eventually, you invite me over. Instead of my home and me waiting naked in bed with my door unlocked waiting for you, you are waiting for me.
As I drive to your home you are curious, excited, reluctant, but what the fuck, you only live once. We talk on the phone my entire drive over to you. An then, I arrive, silence. I enter. I find your room. I close the door behind me. Within seconds my tongue is between your legs, your hands pushing my head in. My talented tongue brings you to climax very quickly. After a break I do it again.
The night ends there or it continues with your imagination guiding the rest. I hope I find your phone number in my inbox late at night
thoughts? which would you prefer?"
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I mean what an ego! He acts like everybody just is dying to fuck him and seems shocked I won't just go to his house tonight. Here's the IM conversation.
lqqn4u4fun: hi
fairy tale muse: hi
lqqn4u4fun: can you come over?
fairy tale muse: uh, no
lqqn4u4fun: no?
fairy tale muse: no
lqqn4u4fun: pr que?
lqqn4u4fun: wht not?
fairy tale muse: well for one because I don't even know your name
lqqn4u4fun: yes you do, lol
lqqn4u4fun: sam
fairy tale muse: okay
fairy tale muse: okay, now that I know that I'm still not coming over
lqqn4u4fun: why not?
fairy tale muse: well besides the fact I'm about to go to bed I don't even know you and I don't make a habit of going to people's houses I don't know
lqqn4u4fun: ok, you can have a pass tonight
lqqn4u4fun: it would have been nice if you answered the phone
fairy tale muse: well if that was you calling with an unidentified #, I never answer those
lqqn4u4fun: well answer it this time l)
lqqn4u4fun: ring ring
lqqn4u4fun: u know its me
fairy tale muse: it's in the other room
fairy tale muse: and I can hear it
lqqn4u4fun: go get it, ill try again
fairy tale muse: it's still an unidentified # and I'm not answering it
lqqn4u4fun: my number doesnt display for some reason
lqqn4u4fun: not on purpose
lqqn4u4fun: my # is 813 849 2952
lqqn4u4fun: not trying to hide it from you
lqqn4u4fun: so here goes again, lol
lqqn4u4fun: so you know who is calling and you know my # . . . so why arent you answering
lqqn4u4fun: hello?
fairy tale muse: well it's still in the other room and I dont' feel like going to get it
lqqn4u4fun: thanks
lqqn4u4fun: ready to get it now?
fairy tale muse: nope, still sitting here with my dog in my lap
lqqn4u4fun: sweet
I think I need to figure out how to block him on IM. He is really getting annoying.
Or maybe I should tell him I'm coming over and to be ready naked...and I'll send a dude instead.



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He'll flip and leave her alone if he finds out she's really a he...unless he likes that sorta thing


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