my storys
I have recently found a love for writing clips of storys. Its a special talent i have recieved from God, to just spit slurps of sparkling storys out. Heres a few new ones.
The man in the blue shirt, there by the hotdog stand, looked at me in a pecular way. Specticle of him, i ran my fingers down his backside adn gave it a good sqeezing. Excited, he lightly giggled. I could tell he wanted more.
Another one...
as i was sitting on my run- down stoop, i glanced over to the house across the street. My eyes met with a tall black man, in much need of a haircut. I ran over to him and started a conversation. Needless to say, the poor man was mute. I ran my hands in his large afro, grabbed out my sciscors, and gave it a light trimming. We finished the rest of the grooming in his room. all night long
The man in the blue shirt, there by the hotdog stand, looked at me in a pecular way. Specticle of him, i ran my fingers down his backside adn gave it a good sqeezing. Excited, he lightly giggled. I could tell he wanted more.
Another one...
as i was sitting on my run- down stoop, i glanced over to the house across the street. My eyes met with a tall black man, in much need of a haircut. I ran over to him and started a conversation. Needless to say, the poor man was mute. I ran my hands in his large afro, grabbed out my sciscors, and gave it a light trimming. We finished the rest of the grooming in his room. all night long