Private to Flintinner_humanSeptember 11 2006, 00:05:29 UTC
Oh, did you like it? The whores aren't doing it for you anymore?
Too bad a taste is all you got. That's as far as she let you go, isn't it? Sounds like you can't handle her.
Just tell me one thing. You don't wank off to thoughts of my girlfriend, do you? Oh hell, you're probably wanking off right now. I forget what that's like, having to satisfy myself or pay whores to do it. If ever you want to talk about it Flint, just say the word. I know it must be frustrating.
Private to Derrickflint_ferociaSeptember 11 2006, 00:23:20 UTC
You could say that I liked it, yes... It's too bad I don't seem to run into her at night, when we can truly be alone... in private. Without interruption.
Let me go? Hah.. Yeah, sure... whatever you say. You didn't see how she moved against my body, obviously wishing we were somewhere private herself.... but I had other things to do. Don't worry... I'm giving her more chances to get the rest of what I have to offer.
I don't need to wank off, dear chum. I get plenty of offers to enjoy myself to have no need for the hobby. Don't chalk me up into your pathetic category.
Especially when I've got Parkinson now.... I'll never need to take matters into my own hands. I heard she gives good head. Care to talk about that?
Private to Flintinner_humanSeptember 11 2006, 01:31:46 UTC
Something tells me you're not running into much at night What do you have to offer anyone, Flint, besides a bad rash? If I were her, I'd want to keep away from you as well.
Yes, I'm sure the whores all flock to the man with all the loose gold. What a shock.
You'd love to know, wouldn't you? Sorry, what happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom.
Private to Derrickflint_ferociaSeptember 11 2006, 01:48:58 UTC
Why Derrick... I didn't know you cared to learn of my talents. I knew you were a faggot. Just.... keep it to yourself there, big boy. If you were her... I'd not be interested... sorry. Big-fat dumbarses aren't my type.
You know, I haven't had a decent whore since Paris... and would you know it, she's here in England now too. Decent thing about her, she doesn't ask for a cent and spends time pampering me. Would you even know what it's like to be pampered there, Dicklick? I bet you only know that which you do to yourself.
I already know what happens in your room. Which I bet Parkinson has never seen, right? Don't tell me see makes you purchase a cheap arse room somewhere before she lets you paw her with your mittens. Never fear, I'll ask her myself. She'll be proud enough to let me in on her gifts.
Private to Flintinner_humanSeptember 11 2006, 02:16:22 UTC
Don't worry Flint, I have no interest in your so-called talents. Though I can see where you'd be confused; you always did have trouble grasping the simplest of concepts.
I'm sure, dogs always have trouble getting rid of their fleas. Keep talking all you want, Flint. I've got the girl you couldn't even control when she was a first year. Funny, isn't it, how I always seem to come out on top? I'm the better Quidditch player, the tougher fighter, and now I've got the better lay.
Remember what I said before Flint. Keep your dirty paws to yourself or next time, this big fat dumbarse will crush you. Best stick to your little fleas.
Private to Derrickflint_ferociaSeptember 11 2006, 02:25:46 UTC
I really can't grasp the concept of you getting laid... I really can't. Call me confused... but- that just does not sound normal. Because as I recall... you had a very hard time in school doing just that.
Just because you got.... wait- what the fuck? Oh, so the little bitch told you, did she? But I bet you believed the fucking story out of her tight little lips...didn't you? Did she tell you how she would whisper 'please... please Marcus' whenever I touched her? Or was it more along the lines of a prideful remark from her. She's gotten so proud, hasn't she?
We both are a long way off from our school years. People change... well, obviously not you- still cling to what you use to be, right? I bet you are no better than a bragger... even with your cheap arse shots... and your extra weight.
Oh I remember a lot of things fuckface... what I remember most, however, is Parkinson's body so tightly pressed up against mine. If I was afraid of you Derrick... I'd still go after that fine piece of arse.
Private to Flintinner_humanSeptember 11 2006, 02:42:58 UTC
I'd be happier NOT knowing that you think about me having sex, Flint. As if I want other blokes thinking about me naked. I'm sure you are quite perturbed that you didn't know what I was up to between classes. Ugh, you were probably hoping to watch, weren't you? You were always a sick fuck.
Yeah, she told me. I'm not surprised - you always did leave the Quidditch pitch pretty quick. Which other little girls did you touch? The only good fuck you could get back then was from the ones who couldn't fight back, am I right? Or was that the best fit for your prick? Yeah, people change all right. Have you gotten any bigger since then? No? Well, some things never change.
Bragging? Who's bragging? I'm only reminiscing with an old school mate.
Private to Derrickflint_ferociaSeptember 11 2006, 03:17:50 UTC
Oh fucking drop it, cocksucker. The only person I think about having sex is Parkinson...and those mental images are with me. Mmmmm... Oh the things I'd do to her.... I bet you are secretly praying she doesn't let me have a bite- else then you'll really lose the oh so good lay you got going. I can score a lot more than you can only dream about. And did... back in the day.
First you are perturbed about your delusions of my mental stimulants, now you are making guesses at my size? If I didn't know any better, Derrick... I'd say you want me to prove just how much of a man I am. For you... I'll let you find out, through Parkinson. I'll make sure she's tells you who's the 'bigger'. I hope you can suck it up and not cry when she laughs in your face
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Too bad a taste is all you got. That's as far as she let you go, isn't it? Sounds like you can't handle her.
Just tell me one thing. You don't wank off to thoughts of my girlfriend, do you? Oh hell, you're probably wanking off right now. I forget what that's like, having to satisfy myself or pay whores to do it. If ever you want to talk about it Flint, just say the word. I know it must be frustrating.
-PD
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It's too bad I don't seem to run into her at night, when we can truly be alone... in private. Without interruption.
Let me go? Hah.. Yeah, sure... whatever you say. You didn't see how she moved against my body, obviously wishing we were somewhere private herself.... but I had other things to do. Don't worry... I'm giving her more chances to get the rest of what I have to offer.
I don't need to wank off, dear chum. I get plenty of offers to enjoy myself to have no need for the hobby. Don't chalk me up into your pathetic category.
Especially when I've got Parkinson now.... I'll never need to take matters into my own hands. I heard she gives good head. Care to talk about that?
Flint
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Yes, I'm sure the whores all flock to the man with all the loose gold. What a shock.
You'd love to know, wouldn't you? Sorry, what happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom.
-PD
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You know, I haven't had a decent whore since Paris... and would you know it, she's here in England now too. Decent thing about her, she doesn't ask for a cent and spends time pampering me. Would you even know what it's like to be pampered there, Dicklick? I bet you only know that which you do to yourself.
I already know what happens in your room. Which I bet Parkinson has never seen, right? Don't tell me see makes you purchase a cheap arse room somewhere before she lets you paw her with your mittens. Never fear, I'll ask her myself. She'll be proud enough to let me in on her gifts.
Flint
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I'm sure, dogs always have trouble getting rid of their fleas. Keep talking all you want, Flint. I've got the girl you couldn't even control when she was a first year. Funny, isn't it, how I always seem to come out on top? I'm the better Quidditch player, the tougher fighter, and now I've got the better lay.
Remember what I said before Flint. Keep your dirty paws to yourself or next time, this big fat dumbarse will crush you. Best stick to your little fleas.
-PD
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Just because you got.... wait- what the fuck? Oh, so the little bitch told you, did she? But I bet you believed the fucking story out of her tight little lips...didn't you? Did she tell you how she would whisper 'please... please Marcus' whenever I touched her?
Or was it more along the lines of a prideful remark from her. She's gotten so proud, hasn't she?
We both are a long way off from our school years. People change... well, obviously not you- still cling to what you use to be, right? I bet you are no better than a bragger... even with your cheap arse shots... and your extra weight.
Oh I remember a lot of things fuckface... what I remember most, however, is Parkinson's body so tightly pressed up against mine. If I was afraid of you Derrick... I'd still go after that fine piece of arse.
Flint
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Yeah, she told me. I'm not surprised - you always did leave the Quidditch pitch pretty quick. Which other little girls did you touch? The only good fuck you could get back then was from the ones who couldn't fight back, am I right? Or was that the best fit for your prick? Yeah, people change all right. Have you gotten any bigger since then? No? Well, some things never change.
Bragging? Who's bragging? I'm only reminiscing with an old school mate.
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First you are perturbed about your delusions of my mental stimulants, now you are making guesses at my size? If I didn't know any better, Derrick... I'd say you want me to prove just how much of a man I am. For you... I'll let you find out, through Parkinson. I'll make sure she's tells you who's the 'bigger'. I hope you can suck it up and not cry when she laughs in your face ( ... )
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