I was once trolled out of my pants
Before anybody even spams my inbox, I'm not showing either boob off.
So a while back I was chatting with random people online. Typically the trolls will come to me with a very specific oddball fetish and it ends up just going in a loop.
ie,
Them- Would you spank my fanny?
Me- Yes
Them- Would you spank my fanny in the kitchen?
Me- Sure
Them- Would you spank my fanny at noon?
And then I just get off out of sheer boredom. But one day I met a troll that was a little more creative, or at least he could hold a coherent conversation. He was a black nerd and talking to him was actually entertaining.
So this one day I had a mark from a sharpie on my arm, just visible out of my shirt sleeve. The nerd started making jokes about it being a swastika. He started to speculate that I had nazi ink and kept asking me where on my body it was.
I knew he was full of BS but on a smaller level, I legit did not want this guy thinking I was a full blown Gnat-Z. I got exasperated to the point that I stood up and whipped off the shirt I was wearing. That wasn't good enough, so he wanted the bra off. Then the panties. I was basically stripping on camera for this guy.
He said my womb was pretty sus, and now he wants to station some Wakandan soldiers in there to keep an eye on things. As charming as he is, I just might allow it.
So a while back I was chatting with random people online. Typically the trolls will come to me with a very specific oddball fetish and it ends up just going in a loop.
ie,
Them- Would you spank my fanny?
Me- Yes
Them- Would you spank my fanny in the kitchen?
Me- Sure
Them- Would you spank my fanny at noon?
And then I just get off out of sheer boredom. But one day I met a troll that was a little more creative, or at least he could hold a coherent conversation. He was a black nerd and talking to him was actually entertaining.
So this one day I had a mark from a sharpie on my arm, just visible out of my shirt sleeve. The nerd started making jokes about it being a swastika. He started to speculate that I had nazi ink and kept asking me where on my body it was.
I knew he was full of BS but on a smaller level, I legit did not want this guy thinking I was a full blown Gnat-Z. I got exasperated to the point that I stood up and whipped off the shirt I was wearing. That wasn't good enough, so he wanted the bra off. Then the panties. I was basically stripping on camera for this guy.
He said my womb was pretty sus, and now he wants to station some Wakandan soldiers in there to keep an eye on things. As charming as he is, I just might allow it.
