Post by dally on Sept 6, 2008 3:49:33 GMT
He was a sexy, attractive man.
He was a dirty man.
But that wasn't all.
He was a poke'mon champion.
With just as beautiful poke'mon.
Man, is his name.
Man, is his game.
But he was different. He did something different, to women and poke'mon. But what? Na, he wouldn't do anything. He couldn't. Could he? Could he?
He licked his lips and held her chin firmly in his baby bottom smooth, yet tain and muscular hands. Her eyes were open, and staring back at him, but they were dazed and weren't paying attention. He looked closer into her eyes. "At the sound of my voice, my young follower, you will fetch your poke'balls. Bring them to me, serveant." With a quick jerk of his hand, he released her chin, and she obidently walked away, walking out of a large, oak wood door. Man leaned back in the weak wooden chair he was sitting in. He began tapping his right foot on the dirt stained cement floor, and gazed around the windowless room. The woman returned, six poke'balls crammed in her hands. "Master, you're pokemon." She spoke blandly, sitting down in the chair in front of man and handing him the poke'balls. "Good, good. Now, you never owned these pokemon. Or any. You are a poor street begger, and you are cruel and unforgiving. NOW!"
Should I continue it?
He was a dirty man.
But that wasn't all.
He was a poke'mon champion.
With just as beautiful poke'mon.
Man, is his name.
Man, is his game.
But he was different. He did something different, to women and poke'mon. But what? Na, he wouldn't do anything. He couldn't. Could he? Could he?
He licked his lips and held her chin firmly in his baby bottom smooth, yet tain and muscular hands. Her eyes were open, and staring back at him, but they were dazed and weren't paying attention. He looked closer into her eyes. "At the sound of my voice, my young follower, you will fetch your poke'balls. Bring them to me, serveant." With a quick jerk of his hand, he released her chin, and she obidently walked away, walking out of a large, oak wood door. Man leaned back in the weak wooden chair he was sitting in. He began tapping his right foot on the dirt stained cement floor, and gazed around the windowless room. The woman returned, six poke'balls crammed in her hands. "Master, you're pokemon." She spoke blandly, sitting down in the chair in front of man and handing him the poke'balls. "Good, good. Now, you never owned these pokemon. Or any. You are a poor street begger, and you are cruel and unforgiving. NOW!"
Should I continue it?