My true life was calling to me. Sex I pinched her nipped and she jerked up against my body. I owned her that much. “You’re gonna die” I began, quietly as not to frighten her even more. I don’t do fags, and I ain’t some pedophile, it was her, that little black bitch, she was the problem. I drank it like it was a fine wine. Grabbing both of her hands I pulled her across the room, and tossed her up against a small table. Immediately she vomited all over my dick. From that moment on it was all that I ever wanted to be was a biker. I was just five years old and we lived in Oakland, CA back then. I walked up behind her and spread her ass cheeks. I’m not crazy, I’m not a nice guy either, though I wont fuck with you unless you fuck with me. “You walk by my house every fucking day. I took it all, from the smallest to the largest. I’m not crazy, I’m not a nice guy either, though I wont fuck with you unless you fuck with me. “I want to fucking taste all of you! My heart ached for what I was about to lose, but it to be.
