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- Apr 3, 2021
There was this woman I liked that was an anarchist, I had like a back and forth with her about the anarchist thing. She's not even educated on the theory, she's just a "fuck having laws and shit" angstbag. The more I talked to her about it, the more I wanted to fuck her. I know it would have been better if I could have just dropped to my knees and fucked her like I had planned but her stupid bitch ass was on edge and she had some dumb friend who kept making me feel like I was being a pervert or something. Shit was getting real heated.
Then she starts trying to play the role of the bitch who's trying to play the whore and that's where I just threw my hands up and walked away. At this point I felt like the biggest prick ever. I wanted to get it up, but I was too pissed at her bitch ass. We didn't have sex but she started playing that fucking bitch at the club again, and it just made me furious. She was too cute, so fuck it, I'll treat her like the dumb bitch that she is. I had no desire to fuck her, but I decided to give her that orgasm to make up for her shit, and man was it a good one.
After she came, I realized that I kind of got a boner while fucking her like that. I just had no fucking clue what to do, I felt like an idiot.
She kept trying to fuck my ass for the rest of the night with her hand, which I didn't like, but I had no intention to do anything about it. That night I went back to the club, to a couple other chicks who had no qualms about talking about sex to me.
The funny thing was she was trying to do the same thing to them. I know it sounds dumb, but she's just so cute it's not a lie. Shit I thought it would be fun to let her have some of what she gave me that night, so I gave her the best blowjob of her life. After I did, she was getting pretty horny again, so I decided to fuck her. I was glad that she had the same thought, because it was a beautiful night.
She did most of the fucking that night, and I did what I was told. I didn't tell her I didn't like her and would she please leave, because I was getting off more than her. I just liked fucking her and getting fucked, not some crazy relationship.
She went home and I went back to my crib. She started calling me again and I never answered.
The following day was one of the hottest days I have ever seen. I was just having fun with some of my friends at a pool that day. All day I heard people from the club who had seen her at the club all day telling their stories about how she tried to fuck them and how they had turned her down. I think that I was the only one who hadn't heard about it.
The funny thing is I had heard that the bitch had a boyfriend and I had been trying to figure out who it was all day. At least this way, I wouldn't have to worry about getting her boyfriend involved.
I called her at work and left a message for her. I got off work and called her at home. She picked up the phone and I talked to her for a few minutes. I wasn't sure if she'd go out with me or fuck me. I thought she might say she wanted to hang out with me or whatever.
She talked to me and told me that she thought I was cute. She said that she had been thinking about me, and that I had her number. She then asked me if I had been hitting it that night. I told her I had been hitting it just fine and that I hadn't been with her since I had got there.
She said she was still pretty horny. She said she had a hard-on that night. I told her that if she did, to take her home with me and fuck her. She said she was only with her husband for about four months and that she really needed to get back into the game. She said that she wasn't even going to talk about her husband and all her bullshit.
I told her that was fine, and that I would talk to her husband about it if it was a problem for him. She said that wasn't a problem for her husband. He was out of town on business, and she needed to feel good again. She said that the last guy she had done with was way too big, and she didn't like that.
She told me to come over to her house and then meet her at the club. I could tell that she was going to be the kind of bitch that wanted to have a big stud come through.
It was going to be the first time that I had had sex with a regular bitch in about three years.
I drove over to her place, and I was surprised at how nice it was. I saw that she lived in a suburb in the same town as the high school that I went to. I thought about what it would have been like to go to high school with her. I told her that I would have liked it too. I said, "Why don't we go down to the club and get shit started."
I had never been to a place like this before. It was the kind of place where you could find some of the finest studs that a black man could get into. I knew that at this club there was probably no way that any of the biker types would fuck with me. At the same time, I figured that it was one place that no bitch could talk her husband into not knowing about.
We parked in the street in front of the club. She got out and came over to my side of the car. I opened her door and pulled her out of the car. I took her hand and held it gently as I led her into the club. I wanted to know what her plans were, and I wanted to know that she was going to get me off.
It was a good thing that I was so concerned about that. The bouncer at the door would not have let her in if she had made any kind of effort to use her hands. I think that he would have been suspicious about a woman that was dressed so nice.
I took her by the hand and took her over to the bouncer. She did not even have to say a word. He let us in and smiled at her and then looked at me.
It was a good thing that I was wearing a pair of black biker boots, because I told him that I was a member of the Hell's Angels.
I was in the club before I could blink. The music was playing and everyone was dancing and having a good time. When I saw the dance floor, I turned to her and took her hand and walked her over. She didn't resist. It would not have done her any good to try.
The girl that she was dancing with, I recognized. It was his girl, the crazy one. She recognized me and tried to talk her way out of it. But, she was out of luck.
So she tried to use some feminine charms on me. She was not very successful. The truth was that she was far too damn beautiful for me to get caught up in that kind of bullshit.
"I bet you are going to have a great time tonight," I said to her.
"I hope so," she said as she smiled.
"What about you? Are you having a good time?" I asked her.
"I am having a very good time," she said as she winked.
"Well, you just dance with me then," I said.
"You are very direct, are you looking for a woman?" she asked.
"You look like a woman to me," I said.
"Well then I think that we should just take advantage of what we have while we can," she said.
"I agree," I said.
"So, if you don't have a ride home, I have a spare car," she said as she tried to hold onto me and make a deal out of it.
I gave her a smile and told her to go ahead. I saw that her boyfriend was trying to find her. So I didn't want to stick around for more of that bullshit.
So I left and decided to go to another club. I needed a shot of that stuff and so did she. I was tired and she was tired. We both just needed to pass out for a few hours.
I got a room and passed out. I slept really hard. When I woke up, I felt like I had been shot out of a cannon. I felt like shit. I guess I was hung over. I took my cell phone and texted her that I felt sick and asked if she wanted to go eat breakfast somewhere.
"Yes, let's go," she texted me back.
"Hey... I really feel sick, maybe we should go," I texted her.
"What? Sick? What kind of sick?" she texted back.
"I feel like shit... I can't really tell you. I just know I am feeling like shit," I texted her.
"Like, are you sick?" she texted me.
"Yeah, I am," I replied.
"Should I come over? I can take you to the hospital or something," she asked me.
"No, that is not necessary. I am okay now," I texted back to her.
I hung up the phone and decided to go back to sleep. I was just in no mood to deal with anything at all.
I went to the bathroom, washed my face off and took a shower. I got out of the shower, wrapped the towel around me and got dressed. I didn't bother putting on any pants. I went back to bed and fell asleep again.
"Hey, how you doing?" the girl with the ponytail woke me up and asked.
"I'm tired. Can we get something to eat?" I asked her.
"Oh, man, I just got off of work," she told me. "Let's get you something to eat."
"Okay, what do you want?" I asked her.
"Well, I can give you some breakfast tacos. They are not a big deal. I mean, they are tacos, but they are tacos and not like, real food."
"Yeah, no, that is great," I said. "Let's do that."
We went into the kitchen, got me a few tacos and sat down on the couch to eat. She had some eggs and toast, I had some tacos, she had some eggs and toast and I had some more tacos.
We chatted a little, then I went back to sleep on the couch. I fell asleep for about thirty minutes before I was awakened again. I felt my head being lifted off of the couch and looked up to see some old lady poking at my face with her finger. I was getting really tired of these old ladies and their shit, so I decided to just get out of here.
I started moving and she yelled at me, "STAY RIGHT THERE! YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"
I sat back down on the couch and she walked away.
I ate another taco and was getting pretty pissed off. I needed to get to the bottom of this and find out what the fuck this was all about. Then a thought hit me and I figured out what this was about. It was all about my dog. Her dog needed to get some water.
I walked into the kitchen to get some water and then a thought hit me. Was this a home invasion?
I was really tired of this shit, so I was going to try to get as much money as I could and then walk out of this house. I found a knife in the kitchen and went back into the living room.
"Please don't touch me," I said to the old lady. "I just want to get my dog some water."
"I know what this is about, "she said, "I saw you earlier."
"I don't know what this is about, and I am really tired. I want to just get my dog some water."
She sat down on the couch.
I walked over to her and grabbed her leg. I was thinking that this would be easy to break.
She started screaming, "STOP IT YOU FUCKING MOTHERFUCKER, I'M GOING TO CALL THE COPS!"
"FINE! CALL THE COPS! I'M GOING TO LEAVE NOW!" I yelled back. I grabbed the old lady's throat and started squeezing and saw my fingers on her neck start to swell up. I realized that this was all part of the deal. She had to tell the cop that she was going to call me when I came back for the dog.
"Call the fucking cops! Now!" I yelled back.
She was now yelling in pain.
I heard a car pull into the driveway.
"Call the cops! Call the fucking cops!" I yelled.
She started crying and screaming.
A couple came out of the house.
"Call the fucking cops! I'm going to fucking shoot you!" I yelled at them.
I quickly grabbed the old lady by her throat, started squeezing, and pulled out the knife that I had in my pocket.
The older couple started to run.
I yelled at them and started stabbing the old lady and then ran to my car and drove away.
I knew that I had broken her neck. She wasn't going to be able to tell the police about my visit to the house. That was the deal. I also knew that I had broken her neck because it was red and painful to swallow. I also had her dead body at my house in the basement. I knew that when the cops found her dead body in my basement they would think that I had killed her.
I could see my face in the rearview mirror. I had no idea who I was anymore. I was becoming a sicko. I was becoming a killer. I had no friends. I was on a mission. I was on a mission to prove that I was a badass. I had become something that I did not want to be. I just wanted to kill. I wanted to kill people. I wanted to kill cops. I wanted to kill people that I thought looked at me funny. I had become a man that I didn't know. I couldn't stop thinking about things that I had done. I wanted to be a killer. I wanted to get caught. I wanted to be sent away to prison. That's all I wanted.
I was going to kill. It was time to kill. I had become a man that didn't care about anything. I could care less about anything. My wife was going to be a widow. The cops were going to have a difficult time figuring out who the victim was. If I would go to prison I could serve my time and be out of there soon. I had a plan in place to kill my wife and frame the police. My plan was to get to the police as quick as possible, shoot them, and wait for them to come in. I was waiting for them to come in because if I killed my wife then I would get time served for sure. The cops wouldn't find her body in my house. I thought the cop would come up to the house and start shooting. I wouldn't even get a chance to run out of the house because I knew the cops would just start blasting. I would run back into my house and close the door and wait for the cops to start shooting through the door and tear it off its hinges. I would make it look like a home invasion because I knew if the cops would find my wife dead they would send the SWAT team in with the guns blazing and I wouldn't get a chance to get to the car and go anywhere. I knew that the cops had no idea of what I was planning. The problem with the plan was I needed to start making the move to kill my wife right away. So far I had accomplished nothing in this game of life. I knew everything was going to go to hell once I killed my wife. I was scared. I had this sick sense of deja vu. I saw my wife in hell. I saw that picture on the news. I heard those horrible screams of pain as she was being tortured. I saw all that she was going through now and then I was watching her die. There was no way for me to save her. I couldn't even save myself. Now I was watching her die and the same pain and terror I had felt before was going to happen again. I was going to go to jail and I was going to see her death and this sick sense of deja vu and hopelessness was going to be in my life again. But it wasn't just me who was going to suffer the pain and the terror. Everybody around me was going to be at risk of being hurt. I couldn't kill the people I loved. It would be my fault. So what was I going to do?
Then she starts trying to play the role of the bitch who's trying to play the whore and that's where I just threw my hands up and walked away. At this point I felt like the biggest prick ever. I wanted to get it up, but I was too pissed at her bitch ass. We didn't have sex but she started playing that fucking bitch at the club again, and it just made me furious. She was too cute, so fuck it, I'll treat her like the dumb bitch that she is. I had no desire to fuck her, but I decided to give her that orgasm to make up for her shit, and man was it a good one.
After she came, I realized that I kind of got a boner while fucking her like that. I just had no fucking clue what to do, I felt like an idiot.
She kept trying to fuck my ass for the rest of the night with her hand, which I didn't like, but I had no intention to do anything about it. That night I went back to the club, to a couple other chicks who had no qualms about talking about sex to me.
The funny thing was she was trying to do the same thing to them. I know it sounds dumb, but she's just so cute it's not a lie. Shit I thought it would be fun to let her have some of what she gave me that night, so I gave her the best blowjob of her life. After I did, she was getting pretty horny again, so I decided to fuck her. I was glad that she had the same thought, because it was a beautiful night.
She did most of the fucking that night, and I did what I was told. I didn't tell her I didn't like her and would she please leave, because I was getting off more than her. I just liked fucking her and getting fucked, not some crazy relationship.
She went home and I went back to my crib. She started calling me again and I never answered.
The following day was one of the hottest days I have ever seen. I was just having fun with some of my friends at a pool that day. All day I heard people from the club who had seen her at the club all day telling their stories about how she tried to fuck them and how they had turned her down. I think that I was the only one who hadn't heard about it.
The funny thing is I had heard that the bitch had a boyfriend and I had been trying to figure out who it was all day. At least this way, I wouldn't have to worry about getting her boyfriend involved.
I called her at work and left a message for her. I got off work and called her at home. She picked up the phone and I talked to her for a few minutes. I wasn't sure if she'd go out with me or fuck me. I thought she might say she wanted to hang out with me or whatever.
She talked to me and told me that she thought I was cute. She said that she had been thinking about me, and that I had her number. She then asked me if I had been hitting it that night. I told her I had been hitting it just fine and that I hadn't been with her since I had got there.
She said she was still pretty horny. She said she had a hard-on that night. I told her that if she did, to take her home with me and fuck her. She said she was only with her husband for about four months and that she really needed to get back into the game. She said that she wasn't even going to talk about her husband and all her bullshit.
I told her that was fine, and that I would talk to her husband about it if it was a problem for him. She said that wasn't a problem for her husband. He was out of town on business, and she needed to feel good again. She said that the last guy she had done with was way too big, and she didn't like that.
She told me to come over to her house and then meet her at the club. I could tell that she was going to be the kind of bitch that wanted to have a big stud come through.
It was going to be the first time that I had had sex with a regular bitch in about three years.
I drove over to her place, and I was surprised at how nice it was. I saw that she lived in a suburb in the same town as the high school that I went to. I thought about what it would have been like to go to high school with her. I told her that I would have liked it too. I said, "Why don't we go down to the club and get shit started."
I had never been to a place like this before. It was the kind of place where you could find some of the finest studs that a black man could get into. I knew that at this club there was probably no way that any of the biker types would fuck with me. At the same time, I figured that it was one place that no bitch could talk her husband into not knowing about.
We parked in the street in front of the club. She got out and came over to my side of the car. I opened her door and pulled her out of the car. I took her hand and held it gently as I led her into the club. I wanted to know what her plans were, and I wanted to know that she was going to get me off.
It was a good thing that I was so concerned about that. The bouncer at the door would not have let her in if she had made any kind of effort to use her hands. I think that he would have been suspicious about a woman that was dressed so nice.
I took her by the hand and took her over to the bouncer. She did not even have to say a word. He let us in and smiled at her and then looked at me.
It was a good thing that I was wearing a pair of black biker boots, because I told him that I was a member of the Hell's Angels.
I was in the club before I could blink. The music was playing and everyone was dancing and having a good time. When I saw the dance floor, I turned to her and took her hand and walked her over. She didn't resist. It would not have done her any good to try.
The girl that she was dancing with, I recognized. It was his girl, the crazy one. She recognized me and tried to talk her way out of it. But, she was out of luck.
So she tried to use some feminine charms on me. She was not very successful. The truth was that she was far too damn beautiful for me to get caught up in that kind of bullshit.
"I bet you are going to have a great time tonight," I said to her.
"I hope so," she said as she smiled.
"What about you? Are you having a good time?" I asked her.
"I am having a very good time," she said as she winked.
"Well, you just dance with me then," I said.
"You are very direct, are you looking for a woman?" she asked.
"You look like a woman to me," I said.
"Well then I think that we should just take advantage of what we have while we can," she said.
"I agree," I said.
"So, if you don't have a ride home, I have a spare car," she said as she tried to hold onto me and make a deal out of it.
I gave her a smile and told her to go ahead. I saw that her boyfriend was trying to find her. So I didn't want to stick around for more of that bullshit.
So I left and decided to go to another club. I needed a shot of that stuff and so did she. I was tired and she was tired. We both just needed to pass out for a few hours.
I got a room and passed out. I slept really hard. When I woke up, I felt like I had been shot out of a cannon. I felt like shit. I guess I was hung over. I took my cell phone and texted her that I felt sick and asked if she wanted to go eat breakfast somewhere.
"Yes, let's go," she texted me back.
"Hey... I really feel sick, maybe we should go," I texted her.
"What? Sick? What kind of sick?" she texted back.
"I feel like shit... I can't really tell you. I just know I am feeling like shit," I texted her.
"Like, are you sick?" she texted me.
"Yeah, I am," I replied.
"Should I come over? I can take you to the hospital or something," she asked me.
"No, that is not necessary. I am okay now," I texted back to her.
I hung up the phone and decided to go back to sleep. I was just in no mood to deal with anything at all.
I went to the bathroom, washed my face off and took a shower. I got out of the shower, wrapped the towel around me and got dressed. I didn't bother putting on any pants. I went back to bed and fell asleep again.
"Hey, how you doing?" the girl with the ponytail woke me up and asked.
"I'm tired. Can we get something to eat?" I asked her.
"Oh, man, I just got off of work," she told me. "Let's get you something to eat."
"Okay, what do you want?" I asked her.
"Well, I can give you some breakfast tacos. They are not a big deal. I mean, they are tacos, but they are tacos and not like, real food."
"Yeah, no, that is great," I said. "Let's do that."
We went into the kitchen, got me a few tacos and sat down on the couch to eat. She had some eggs and toast, I had some tacos, she had some eggs and toast and I had some more tacos.
We chatted a little, then I went back to sleep on the couch. I fell asleep for about thirty minutes before I was awakened again. I felt my head being lifted off of the couch and looked up to see some old lady poking at my face with her finger. I was getting really tired of these old ladies and their shit, so I decided to just get out of here.
I started moving and she yelled at me, "STAY RIGHT THERE! YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"
I sat back down on the couch and she walked away.
I ate another taco and was getting pretty pissed off. I needed to get to the bottom of this and find out what the fuck this was all about. Then a thought hit me and I figured out what this was about. It was all about my dog. Her dog needed to get some water.
I walked into the kitchen to get some water and then a thought hit me. Was this a home invasion?
I was really tired of this shit, so I was going to try to get as much money as I could and then walk out of this house. I found a knife in the kitchen and went back into the living room.
"Please don't touch me," I said to the old lady. "I just want to get my dog some water."
"I know what this is about, "she said, "I saw you earlier."
"I don't know what this is about, and I am really tired. I want to just get my dog some water."
She sat down on the couch.
I walked over to her and grabbed her leg. I was thinking that this would be easy to break.
She started screaming, "STOP IT YOU FUCKING MOTHERFUCKER, I'M GOING TO CALL THE COPS!"
"FINE! CALL THE COPS! I'M GOING TO LEAVE NOW!" I yelled back. I grabbed the old lady's throat and started squeezing and saw my fingers on her neck start to swell up. I realized that this was all part of the deal. She had to tell the cop that she was going to call me when I came back for the dog.
"Call the fucking cops! Now!" I yelled back.
She was now yelling in pain.
I heard a car pull into the driveway.
"Call the cops! Call the fucking cops!" I yelled.
She started crying and screaming.
A couple came out of the house.
"Call the fucking cops! I'm going to fucking shoot you!" I yelled at them.
I quickly grabbed the old lady by her throat, started squeezing, and pulled out the knife that I had in my pocket.
The older couple started to run.
I yelled at them and started stabbing the old lady and then ran to my car and drove away.
I knew that I had broken her neck. She wasn't going to be able to tell the police about my visit to the house. That was the deal. I also knew that I had broken her neck because it was red and painful to swallow. I also had her dead body at my house in the basement. I knew that when the cops found her dead body in my basement they would think that I had killed her.
I could see my face in the rearview mirror. I had no idea who I was anymore. I was becoming a sicko. I was becoming a killer. I had no friends. I was on a mission. I was on a mission to prove that I was a badass. I had become something that I did not want to be. I just wanted to kill. I wanted to kill people. I wanted to kill cops. I wanted to kill people that I thought looked at me funny. I had become a man that I didn't know. I couldn't stop thinking about things that I had done. I wanted to be a killer. I wanted to get caught. I wanted to be sent away to prison. That's all I wanted.
I was going to kill. It was time to kill. I had become a man that didn't care about anything. I could care less about anything. My wife was going to be a widow. The cops were going to have a difficult time figuring out who the victim was. If I would go to prison I could serve my time and be out of there soon. I had a plan in place to kill my wife and frame the police. My plan was to get to the police as quick as possible, shoot them, and wait for them to come in. I was waiting for them to come in because if I killed my wife then I would get time served for sure. The cops wouldn't find her body in my house. I thought the cop would come up to the house and start shooting. I wouldn't even get a chance to run out of the house because I knew the cops would just start blasting. I would run back into my house and close the door and wait for the cops to start shooting through the door and tear it off its hinges. I would make it look like a home invasion because I knew if the cops would find my wife dead they would send the SWAT team in with the guns blazing and I wouldn't get a chance to get to the car and go anywhere. I knew that the cops had no idea of what I was planning. The problem with the plan was I needed to start making the move to kill my wife right away. So far I had accomplished nothing in this game of life. I knew everything was going to go to hell once I killed my wife. I was scared. I had this sick sense of deja vu. I saw my wife in hell. I saw that picture on the news. I heard those horrible screams of pain as she was being tortured. I saw all that she was going through now and then I was watching her die. There was no way for me to save her. I couldn't even save myself. Now I was watching her die and the same pain and terror I had felt before was going to happen again. I was going to go to jail and I was going to see her death and this sick sense of deja vu and hopelessness was going to be in my life again. But it wasn't just me who was going to suffer the pain and the terror. Everybody around me was going to be at risk of being hurt. I couldn't kill the people I loved. It would be my fault. So what was I going to do?
