Facebook and Twitter are part of our every day lives. I do not post on them much personally (unless it is for our site), I follow, and weed out the prey. It’s a Mother Fucking breeding ground of potential fuck pigs and low self esteem young things. All you have to do is post a few pics that make you look good, and all of a sudden you have a bunch of wanna be thugs telling you how much they like your tits. Or you get those inbox messages from girls wanting to know how you do your make up and could you teach them. It’s all too easy.
Then inevitably I get the request to talk on the phone. I do. I give them the number to my burn phone of the moment. Almost immediately the phone is ringing and this is where the game gets juicy. I never talk about sex, I just flirt a bit with the boys, or befriend the girls, I become almost like a sister.
A few months later I am meeting them. They are so excited, and to be honest so am I, but for different reasons. The possibilities of the things that I or another can do to them once they are secured, knocked out, or just simply held down are unlimited. The looks on their faces is worth all the effort put in to get them here. The boys are the funniest. They try to get into your face, show off their swag, but in no time at all they are crying like little newborn bitches. This when I tell them that they should of never left the safety of the Facebook and Twitter Playgrounds to meet up with someone like me. A Predator.
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