Storytime

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Storytime is a fictional base serious of events pieced together by the author detailing the day and life of a Gangster with his lady and the outside evils that pulls him into a situation where business needs to get handled.

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She said can you help me get in these jeans; 
I said yes, 
As I'm struggling wit the booty, my brain told me I was a genius, 
I said 
Baby, lie down, 
It'll help with the stretch, 
Bring less stress 
To the thighs and waist, I must confess, 
I had anterior motives, 
That caboose, is reminiscent of a locomotive, just chuggin, my inner horn going, whomp whomp, 
Kissin and huggin hopefully leads to good lovin, call me Mic Lovin, bout to get into somethin 
I wanna squeeze and mold it, she got my nose wide open, midsection protruding, she laughing and giggling, 
Yelling out "these jeans don't fit," 
I blurted out, 
How about my dick, 
I'm sure it will fit, 
She said boy you crazy, stop it, 
you gon make me late for work, 
I said 
Let me clock you in, 
For a half day of passion. 
I wanna kiss your skin, make your toes curl and bend, have you breathin 
So hard 
Sound like you hyperventilating. 
No disrespect fair maiden, 
This love 
Im embracing, 
Got me contemplating, giving you a life that's amazing, 
Dancing 
At a reception, 
With friends and family watching, 
Imma Glutton for your lovin. 
Let me take these jeans off, and knock the stuffin out this juicy mcmuffin, then all of a sudden.... 
The phones rings, 
It's Tommy on the horn, 
Saying we found that sucka that was tryna get you gone, 
He's up on Springhill Ave 
Across from Avalon, 
I said girl put your thong back on, 
I gotta go, 
Sing this bastard a swan song. 
She said don't be long, 
You know, I can't stand being alone. 
So please hurry home. 
I said 
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