i sent this pic to this one chick n through the phone n i could here her lick her lips... the reply was priceless as she said, if that's u, why are u going to waste.?. words heard the silent chatter as the text came through something like, i'll take care of that dick for u... fucking technology made it easier for me a lil over ten yrs ago once the dog was s already a hooch burying the bone... not taking a fucking one of them home... shit got intense as war stories sit under thy tongue in true form simply not givign a fuck... yet back to the point is me tapping what she ramble from ur intuition next... she claimed to be the bitch i'v missed out on as i chuckled on from the sidewalls of my chest... a lil phone call n i heard her tone fall completely in luv... as she wasn't someone i had jus met as the feel of words didn't live up to the expectations digging in all lil to deep for her exaggerations to speak the way she did to me... i knew it on the touch... the way she sighed when her eyes closed told me i could do whatever i wanted to do... so i played her for a fool... drool over me n it was like giving candy to a baby... coming apart at the seems as the arousal got her what she wanted n i prolly still live in her kiss... i wasn't even on it as the act of having game was not to have it... it was straight to the point once she understood i couldn't be tamed...n the filth the was tasted fresh from her lips had her talking in tongues as i claimed my fame... on another level of come at me with some real shit n i got u as long as u ain't going under the hypnosis of luv's selfishness... she said she had needs with no strings as the only attachment was the way our anatomy felt the pleasure of a moment of happiness... i broke her n as far as i know she don't eva wanna see me again... yet, lil does she know since then i've become one hell of a man... i once had a different mindset as females do not know the extent i went through to perfect a skill without trying that had em coming back for strike three... money even exchanged hands as i was living in there fantasies... paid on arrival to keep going til they couldn't take no more... i was the definition of a male whore with out even trying bcuz i could care less than to chase some pussy when money meant more to me than an open door... a hound who was willing to play yet, limitations were they could neva get in to my head let alone my heart... back then i thought of it as a work of art...
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