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The plight of the martyr in me
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2017-01-18 at 2:36 PM UTCSow
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2017-01-18 at 2:38 PM UTCWhat are you looking at, SOW? Go fetch me an ale, sow. Tongue rinse my asshole, FUCKING SOW!
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2017-01-18 at 9:55 PM UTCfake its gets light in teksas earleyer because its on the same level of equatior as afrikaThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2017-01-19 at 12:55 AM UTC^ whoa
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2017-01-19 at 1:01 AM UTCI will admit, the story was pretty funny.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2017-01-19 at 1:04 AM UTC
Originally posted by Sophie I will admit, the story was pretty funny.
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2017-01-19 at 2:25 AM UTCIt was made up dogshit.
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2017-01-19 at 3:59 AM UTC
Originally posted by RisiR It was made up dogshit.
the only part that was made of was where the indian guy yelled at me "what the fuck are u doing?! fucking guy!"
he really just stepped out of his apartment and gave me a disgusted look and I turned around went inside. -
2017-01-19 at 2:14 PM UTCAwe that was my favorite part
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2017-01-19 at 5:59 PM UTC
Originally posted by SCronaldo_J_Trump Awe that was my favorite part
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lol it can still be your favorite part, I was actually trying to spin the entire thing as 100 percent fiction, but riser is a party pooper.
He's not a fan of fiction, he's mentioned multiple times the only fiction story he's ever liked was the secret world of walter mitty, and that was in the new yorker lol -
2017-01-19 at 6:15 PM UTCI stood there on my balcony, favorite pair of boxers on with my semi-erect cock exposed through the hole. I interlaced my fingers and put my hands behind my head, looking up at the fading sun, basking in all it's glory. I watched down below as children played hopscotch and jump rope games in the parking lot, business men walking briskly down the street to their meetings and conferences, and the hustle and bustle of the city. As I glanced over to the neighboring balcony, the occupant opened his door and stepped out himself. He was an Indian Muslim man, teaches at the local university.
"Bill Krozbyler!" he yelled from the short distance away. "Mighty fine cock you've got there."
I just then noticed the pair of binoculars in his hands as he lifted them to his face and stared me down.
"Ayyy lmao. Thanks dude! You wanna... you feel like..well.. wanna fuck?" I asked, mild quiver in my voice.
"Indeed good lad. Indeed I wish to suck and fuck" he responded without hesitation, binoculars still settled upon his face.
I beckoned him over with a nod of the head and headed back inside to unlock my door, penis in hand, fully erect, nervous but excited. I had never done this before. Opening the door before he had a chance to knock, my neighbor stood there, fully nude, and shoved me back into my apartment.
Before he had a chance to ever get started I fell backwards onto my bed and blew my load, my motion sending a cascade of hot semen across my own body and face. My neighbor shook his head in disappointment as I laid there, a hot sticky mess, ashamed and disappointed in myself.
"Maybe next time Bill Krozby. Maybe next time." He left as quickly as he had entered and we never spoke again.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2017-01-19 at 6:19 PM UTC
Originally posted by Bill Krozby lol it can still be your favorite part, I was actually trying to spin the entire thing as 100 percent fiction, but riser is a party pooper.
He's not a fan of fiction, he's mentioned multiple times the only fiction story he's ever liked was the secret world of walter mitty, and that was in the new yorker lol
I don't enjoy fiction because I can't read. Stop being a bully.
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2017-01-19 at 10:20 PM UTC
Originally posted by mmQ I stood there on my balcony, favorite pair of boxers on with my semi-erect cock exposed through the hole. I interlaced my fingers and put my hands behind my head, looking up at the fading sun, basking in all it's glory. I watched down below as children played hopscotch and jump rope games in the parking lot, business men walking briskly down the street to their meetings and conferences, and the hustle and bustle of the city. As I glanced over to the neighboring balcony, the occupant opened his door and stepped out himself. He was an Indian Muslim man, teaches at the local university.
"Bill Krozbyler!" he yelled from the short distance away. "Mighty fine cock you've got there."
I just then noticed the pair of binoculars in his hands as he lifted them to his face and stared me down.
"Ayyy lmao. Thanks dude! You wanna… you feel like..well.. wanna fuck?" I asked, mild quiver in my voice.
"Indeed good lad. Indeed I wish to suck and fuck" he responded without hesitation, binoculars still settled upon his face.
I beckoned him over with a nod of the head and headed back inside to unlock my door, penis in hand, fully erect, nervous but excited. I had never done this before. Opening the door before he had a chance to knock, my neighbor stood there, fully nude, and shoved me back into my apartment.
Before he had a chance to ever get started I fell backwards onto my bed and blew my load, my motion sending a cascade of hot semen across my own body and face. My neighbor shook his head in disappointment as I laid there, a hot sticky mess, ashamed and disappointed in myself.
"Maybe next time Bill Krozby. Maybe next time." He left as quickly as he had entered and we never spoke again.
now thats some fan fiction I didn't see cumming
