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A aranha vive do que tece.
Boca fechada não entra mosca.
Brasilian proverbs.
I am a spider, and I kill flies. Or mosquitoes. I usually don’t need to cast a web to be dangerous. It is true though, that a spider lives on what it weaves. When we meet, it is already too late for you. I strike, you die. It’s that simple. The spider tattooed on one shoulder will always be alone. You will join the swarm of flies on my other arm; yes, the swarm is becoming too large for just my shoulder.
I used an emergency exit out of Australia. I had my fill of Asia, so I thought I’d try my luck in South America. And let me tell you: flies live all over the planet. I did visit a few countries in South America. It turns out, I find the women there very attractive – in general. Maybe it’s the variation and the mixes that exist there, due to wave after wave of migration – either by choice or by force. It has led to a multitude of skin tones and body shapes. I started to understand that for me, the beauty of a women is in her shape and smoothness of skin, not in the colour. Had I encountered a mistique South American woman with bright blue skin, I would’ve fancied her.
I have to admit that a large percentage of the women I had a thing for; a lot of potential flies I met, all with one drawback: “I have a boyfriend.” And though I tend to kill flies, it’s my way of setting me free. I’m not in the business of liberating another man. I know the correct answer to “I have a boyfriend” is “I’m not jealous”, but I won’t lie: I don’t share. If I keep my mouth shut, flies won’t get in.
Not until I got to a little rundown port city on the Xingu did I see a girl in a beauty contest who proclaimed to be single. She wore nothing but a zebra coloured bikini with a pink cloth across her breasts and oily reflecting sunglasses. Her chestnut skin smooth as silk. She was two sizes too big for a miss universe contest, but semi-anorexic wasn’t my favourite anyway.
I put her out of my mind at first, for looking like that, being on stage, stating you’re single, is well more effective than a nude picture on Ashley Madison if you are looking for attention. A few hours later, though, things changed.
I saw her. Fully dressed in skin tight jeans and a green blouse, she was being harassed by two men. While two dogs fight over a bitch, the spider swoops in and runs off with her. I hugged her and whispered in her ear: ‘pretend I’m your boyfriend, I’ll get you out of here, and you’ll never have to see me again.” The result was quite unexpected.
She swallowed the hook, lifeline and sinker. I took her out of there, while she said that she’d lied about being single to get votes. And while I remained chivalrous, she fell for me. That same night I opened my mouth to let a fly cum in; her juices flowed as she came before she even touched me. And as I gently penetrated her soft and tender body, she moaned in pleasure, moving to my rhythm. We reached orgasm simultaneously, not ten minutes later.
Als je het hele hoofdstuk wil lezen, in het Nederlands, bestel het boek Bekentenissen van mijn leven als spin hier.
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Daddy said... 
Being harassed by 2 men, spiderman saved the day 😂
I usually am more interested in the person who writes the story than the story itself. At some level your mind does intersect with your story. And tells me alot about you. Maybe there is a woman in your life who you feel is holding you back, or causing you pain. So you write your story and find me, God has a sense of humor.
Close. I’m willing to tell you, but not here. If you’re smart – and I’m sure you are – you can find a way to contact me away from the public eye. I’ll tell you there.
Sure, it is always easier for me to relate one on one than in the public eye. We can chat privately on second life and dance at the same time. My user name on second life is irsissue Join and give me your user name and I’ll send you a friend invite and show you around this amazing virtual world.
I told you before, I’m not joining second Life. My first life is already taking up too much of my time…
that reason doesn’t make any sense to me. I know I won’t hurt you but I have to also not let you hurt me.
Are you saying second Life does not take up time from your first, real world, life? If it doesn’t, tell me how. If it does, my reason makes sense. I’m now on a three minute break from building a chicken pen.
you want to chat privately so whether we do it second life or anyway else it will take up the same time. I don’t think it’s second life that you can’t do, it’s just important that I don’t get my way in this. But that is the spider talking.
No, I’m much less manipulative than that in real life. I honestly took a good look at second Life, and decided it was not for me. I hinted at the fact that I’ve hidden somewhere a way to email me. It’s slower, better thought out than chat or conversation. And I can do so when I feel like – we don’t have to pay attention to time zones. That really is all there’s to it. What on earth would be a reason to be playing a power game with you now?
ok that makes more sense to me, my e-mail is dent16353@gmail.com
I’ll get back to you as soon as I can… And tell you then why not now.