thiscouldbtricky
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It's friday night and I have nothing to do... so I would like to be entertained.
That is open for interpretation.
That is open for interpretation.
Entertain me.
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thiscouldbtricky
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You all have to be able to do something better than that... I would hope. 
Tell me a story.
Tell me a story.
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hmm a story...
Once upon a time there was a woman who was very bored. She asked to be entertained. She met a man named Mr. Snake. Mr. Snake was supposed to be writing an English paper but was avoiding it. So he took a chance at entertianing the young lass.
Once upon a time there was a woman who was very bored. She asked to be entertained. She met a man named Mr. Snake. Mr. Snake was supposed to be writing an English paper but was avoiding it. So he took a chance at entertianing the young lass.
I pick up the phone and hear a sexy quiet voice on the other end describing to me what she has on, down to the very last detail...I return the favor as I hear her breathe deeply as she exclaims she is pushing her hand down her panties....
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I assumed they had dropped already.danno99 said:
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snakebyte said:
No wonder Mr. Snake doesn't wanna write a paper.... he tells boring stories.
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snow500 said:
Kinda seems like the beginning of a scary movie.
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hows this for a story
This is a story I started writing:
I lost my wife 5 years ago. She was brutally raped and murdered by a ruthless man with evil intentions and no soul. She was just twenty-five. We had been married only two years. I’ve never gotten over it. I doubt if I ever will. My name is Andre Knight. I’m a Homicide/Narcotics detective in Philadelphia, Pa. That’s why my wife was viciously murdered. They wanted to pay me back. They wanted my attention. They got it.
The day they slaughtered my wife I was investigating a murder, not just any murder; the murder of a city councilmen. The prime suspect was a member of the Martinez family, the biggest mob family in Philly. The godfather of the Martinez family was Alexander Martinez, most just called him Lex. He called himself that after watching the Superman movies with Lex Luther in it. He was deep into the underworld. Prostitution, drugs, and murder were his favorite past times. He’s the one that ordered the execution of my wife. That made it personal. Before it was a job, now it was a hunger, a need, in short an obsession.
We had been investigating the Martinez family for months, never catching a break. I kept hitting dead ends. It was like running really fast headfirst into a brick wall, headache city. Then the councilman was murdered. We started making headway. Everything pointed to Michael Hunter, a member of the Martinez organization. I figured we could use him to get the big fish.
We picked Michael up and brought him for questioning. We watched him thru the two-way mirror. He sat the cool, calm and collected in his Armani suit. He was about six foot five maybe 295 lbs of pure muscle. His dark hair was slicked back. I didn’t know if I could rattle him. I technically had nothing on him. But I do like to gamble now and then, and I was about to bluff my ass off. After letting him sit in the interrogation room for about thirty minutes, I walked in.
“How’s it going Mr. Hunter?” I asked.
“I’ve been better.” was his reply. “ You’ve kept me here for like thirty minutes. What’s this about? You’ve got nothing on me and you know it.”
“Wrong. I got you for the murder of the councilman. We know you work for Lex. No offense we’d rather have him. I can offer you a deal. You’ll still do time. But you’ll be satisfied you helped get a dangerous criminal off the street.”
“Lex who?”
“You know Alexander Martinez.”
“Never heard of him.”
“That’s how you want this to go? You don’t want to work with me here.”
“I don’t know anything about a murdered councilman and I don’t know a Alexander Martinez.”
I took a deep breath. “I’m going to get him one way or the other. If you cooperate, we’ll give you leniency. Or we could let you go, and pick him up and let him think you rolled over on him. Wonder how long you can last.”
His eyes widened and then he settled back down. “You think you can intimidate me. You think you can blackmail me. You can’t. You’ve got nothing on me. You can’t prove a damn thing.”
He was right of course. But when you bluff you can’t back down. “We have you on the murder of the city councilman.”
“You have nothing. What have you got? You have yet to show me one piece of evidence proving me guilty. You know why, because you have none. Because I didn’t do it.” He said. I hate when bad guys are right. I had nothing.
Lori Micheals, who was my partner, walked into the room. Not only was she my partner but also she was one of my best friends. Standing at about five foot seven, she had a nice build. Lori had long brown hair, with pretty brown eyes. She was street tough and book smart. A lot of guys weren’t up for having a female as a partner, but to me I couldn’t ask for a better partner. If I had to stand back to back and fight with someone, she’s the first person I’d pick. She could handle herself. There weren’t many guys that could take her. She loved her job and more times then not you could find her in the gym working out to make herself stronger and more of an asset to our partnership. Truth be told before I met my wife. I was in love with Lori. I never told her because her friendship was too important and I didn’t want to lose it. Then I met my future wife and the rest is history.
“We got you now Michael. There is no way you’re getting out of this.” Lori said.
“What are you talking about?” Hunter said.
She threw videotape at him and said, “This is a tape shot by a someone in the crowd at the councilman’s speech. After the shots were fired, the guy panned around to see what was going on. He caught something interesting on the roof across the street. Zooming in with his camera, there you are. After investigating the roof, we found traces of gunpowder. Let’s see you weasel out of this.” She was good.
For the first time Michael looked scared. We had him. He started stammering,” Th-that can’t be. It’s impossible. There’s no way you have that on tape.”
“We’ll let you ponder on this for a little bit. Maybe we can work out a deal.”
Lori and I walked out of the room. “Where’d you get the tape?”
“My collection of wrestling tapes. And don’t give me that look. You aren’t the only poker player in our partnership. I like to bluff now and then too.”
“I do believe I’ve been a bad influence on you. But that’s not necessarily a bad thing.”
We walked back into the room. “So, what do you have to say for yourself?”
“Fine, I’ll tell you what you want to know. But you have to protect me. Deal?”
“If you tell us something good enough, you got deal. But you will still have to do time.”
He started slowly, “ First, you need to know it goes further then Lex.”
Lori looked at him with a perplexed look. “No, Lex is the head of the family. Everyone knows that.”
“He’s the head of the family, this true. Doesn’t mean it stops at him.”
“What do you mean, city hall?” I asked.
“Well there are various politicians on the payroll but no I don’t mean that. Even Martinez answers to someone. And that dude is a real bad man. I never met him. I’ve just heard Lex talking to him. They’ve had some pretty heated discussions.”
“You mean to tell me there’s someone worse then Alexander Martinez?” I asked skeptically.
He continued, “Damn straight!”
This is a story I started writing:
I lost my wife 5 years ago. She was brutally raped and murdered by a ruthless man with evil intentions and no soul. She was just twenty-five. We had been married only two years. I’ve never gotten over it. I doubt if I ever will. My name is Andre Knight. I’m a Homicide/Narcotics detective in Philadelphia, Pa. That’s why my wife was viciously murdered. They wanted to pay me back. They wanted my attention. They got it.
The day they slaughtered my wife I was investigating a murder, not just any murder; the murder of a city councilmen. The prime suspect was a member of the Martinez family, the biggest mob family in Philly. The godfather of the Martinez family was Alexander Martinez, most just called him Lex. He called himself that after watching the Superman movies with Lex Luther in it. He was deep into the underworld. Prostitution, drugs, and murder were his favorite past times. He’s the one that ordered the execution of my wife. That made it personal. Before it was a job, now it was a hunger, a need, in short an obsession.
We had been investigating the Martinez family for months, never catching a break. I kept hitting dead ends. It was like running really fast headfirst into a brick wall, headache city. Then the councilman was murdered. We started making headway. Everything pointed to Michael Hunter, a member of the Martinez organization. I figured we could use him to get the big fish.
We picked Michael up and brought him for questioning. We watched him thru the two-way mirror. He sat the cool, calm and collected in his Armani suit. He was about six foot five maybe 295 lbs of pure muscle. His dark hair was slicked back. I didn’t know if I could rattle him. I technically had nothing on him. But I do like to gamble now and then, and I was about to bluff my ass off. After letting him sit in the interrogation room for about thirty minutes, I walked in.
“How’s it going Mr. Hunter?” I asked.
“I’ve been better.” was his reply. “ You’ve kept me here for like thirty minutes. What’s this about? You’ve got nothing on me and you know it.”
“Wrong. I got you for the murder of the councilman. We know you work for Lex. No offense we’d rather have him. I can offer you a deal. You’ll still do time. But you’ll be satisfied you helped get a dangerous criminal off the street.”
“Lex who?”
“You know Alexander Martinez.”
“Never heard of him.”
“That’s how you want this to go? You don’t want to work with me here.”
“I don’t know anything about a murdered councilman and I don’t know a Alexander Martinez.”
I took a deep breath. “I’m going to get him one way or the other. If you cooperate, we’ll give you leniency. Or we could let you go, and pick him up and let him think you rolled over on him. Wonder how long you can last.”
His eyes widened and then he settled back down. “You think you can intimidate me. You think you can blackmail me. You can’t. You’ve got nothing on me. You can’t prove a damn thing.”
He was right of course. But when you bluff you can’t back down. “We have you on the murder of the city councilman.”
“You have nothing. What have you got? You have yet to show me one piece of evidence proving me guilty. You know why, because you have none. Because I didn’t do it.” He said. I hate when bad guys are right. I had nothing.
Lori Micheals, who was my partner, walked into the room. Not only was she my partner but also she was one of my best friends. Standing at about five foot seven, she had a nice build. Lori had long brown hair, with pretty brown eyes. She was street tough and book smart. A lot of guys weren’t up for having a female as a partner, but to me I couldn’t ask for a better partner. If I had to stand back to back and fight with someone, she’s the first person I’d pick. She could handle herself. There weren’t many guys that could take her. She loved her job and more times then not you could find her in the gym working out to make herself stronger and more of an asset to our partnership. Truth be told before I met my wife. I was in love with Lori. I never told her because her friendship was too important and I didn’t want to lose it. Then I met my future wife and the rest is history.
“We got you now Michael. There is no way you’re getting out of this.” Lori said.
“What are you talking about?” Hunter said.
She threw videotape at him and said, “This is a tape shot by a someone in the crowd at the councilman’s speech. After the shots were fired, the guy panned around to see what was going on. He caught something interesting on the roof across the street. Zooming in with his camera, there you are. After investigating the roof, we found traces of gunpowder. Let’s see you weasel out of this.” She was good.
For the first time Michael looked scared. We had him. He started stammering,” Th-that can’t be. It’s impossible. There’s no way you have that on tape.”
“We’ll let you ponder on this for a little bit. Maybe we can work out a deal.”
Lori and I walked out of the room. “Where’d you get the tape?”
“My collection of wrestling tapes. And don’t give me that look. You aren’t the only poker player in our partnership. I like to bluff now and then too.”
“I do believe I’ve been a bad influence on you. But that’s not necessarily a bad thing.”
We walked back into the room. “So, what do you have to say for yourself?”
“Fine, I’ll tell you what you want to know. But you have to protect me. Deal?”
“If you tell us something good enough, you got deal. But you will still have to do time.”
He started slowly, “ First, you need to know it goes further then Lex.”
Lori looked at him with a perplexed look. “No, Lex is the head of the family. Everyone knows that.”
“He’s the head of the family, this true. Doesn’t mean it stops at him.”
“What do you mean, city hall?” I asked.
“Well there are various politicians on the payroll but no I don’t mean that. Even Martinez answers to someone. And that dude is a real bad man. I never met him. I’ve just heard Lex talking to him. They’ve had some pretty heated discussions.”
“You mean to tell me there’s someone worse then Alexander Martinez?” I asked skeptically.
He continued, “Damn straight!”
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That all you got? I'm not entertained yet.snow500 said:
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Well well well Mr.Snake.... Intriguing story so far. Have you written more? Are you going to?
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snow500 said:
I don't want anything private just now. Public is better.
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Hm. Well I started a story too. Here's a lil snippet.snakebyte said:
She lets her hands rub your crotch through your pants, sliding those little hands up and over the shape of your dick, while never letting those haunting amber colored eyes leave yours. For a moment you stand there and let her just because you want it so damn much… and you can see in her eyes that she wants it just as badly.
Gritting your teeth, knowing you’re near the end of your self-control, you have to literally step back away from her, until it’s safe to be in her vicinity without throwing her on the hood of the car and fucking her senseless.
Which, you’re thinking you probably should do, since she is obviously asking for it…. She steps forward at your step back, and puts her hands back where they had been.
Rising up on her toes, she gets real close to your mouth, so close that when she whispers, “Baby… please?” her lips brush against yours. She’s not just asking, she’s begging.
You’re not totally sure what she’s begging for, but that whispered plea has you aching. She puts one hand on your shoulder and leads you backwards a few steps. Without a word, she directs you a little to the left, and for whatever reason, you are feeling like a lost puppy, obeying without question.
This girl is talented. By the time she has you where she wants you, she has already managed to get your belt unbuckled and your pants undone. She drops to her knees right there in front of you… and gives you the naughtiest, most erotic look you have ever seen.
You realize where you are… behind one of those big columns in the garage, in a spot where no one is likely to see or even look. Looking back down to the little nymph who now has a hold of your cock, and is gently just licking your shaft, you groan.
She sucks your dick into her mouth as far as she can take it, letting her tongue rub hard against the underside of your penis and she slowly, but with a lot of pressure, draws you nearly all the way out of her mouth. She flicks her tongue across the underside of the head of your cock, on that sensitive place, and then sucks hard on the tip for you for a moment, before taking your cock full into her mouth again.
Her hands slip behind you, at first squeezing the back of your thighs, slightly pulling your pants down, but then she brings her hands back around, and maneuvers your underwear so that she can get to your balls. Cupping them, and softly rolling them in her hands, she continues to suck greedily on your big hot cock.
Her pace increases, along with the soft sounds she’s making in the back of her throat. The vibrations of the moans, you could remarkably feel every time the head of your cock tickled her tonsils.
You want to shoot your load into her sweet little mouth, getting your hot cum on her deceptively angelic face.
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Well... I feel more like I'm entertaining everyone else... Where's MY entertainment?
haven't seen anything really good yet, to hold my attention...
haven't seen anything really good yet, to hold my attention...
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