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ExiledTyrant -> The creeper (2/19/2014 1:33:51 PM)
So here's the thing... (Ha, I know that cheeses one of you off, but I can't remember who... But if it's who I think it is, don't give her gummie bears) I was talking on the other side, can't mention names or nuthin, with this saucy tart of a cheeky Brit, and we were discussing "creepers". Of course this all amalgamated with what's going on in another thread. But I've got a good visual of the creeper me and said saucy tart was cmaiing about, and I'd love for you all to come and give me your "creeper" as seen in your horror filled nightmares. The Creeper He wears a wife beater, a ball cap, and a belt buckle that says "Sophisticated (against TOS)" but the belt buckle lies under his enormous gut. He lives in a mobile home, his sofa is on the lawn, as well as his tv surrounded by bear cans. He has several pit bulls roaming the yard, but a proper chain-link kennel in the back where he keeps his latest acquisition. The pit bulls are not for home security, they are to ensure you do not escape. During your "training" sessions, he often says "let's getter done!" While hitting you with a cattle prod. So, no holds barred, tell me about your "Creeper".

anniezz338 -> RE: The creeper (2/19/2014 1:58:52 PM)
It's a run down farm in Canada. The man is a big bruiser with an unkempt beard, slovenly, wearing dirty coveralls. His job is the find the high risks subs, many of which are prostitutes, and bring them to his brother. His brother is a well educated, articulate invalid on dialysis. He has his bed and room set up with mirrors so he can see all around. He enjoys watching his brother manhandle them. The subs are scared because the unkempt brother is violent and hurts them. He also has the IQ of a 8 year old. The goal is for the articulate brother to have the sub service him completely. If he does not get an erection, the sub is then taken by the other brother, dismembered and fed to the pigs. Of course he never gets an erection. eta: I watch too much Criminal Minds. Go figure.

LadyConstanze -> RE: The creeper (2/19/2014 2:04:10 PM)
You so need to get nationalities right, dear... But his wife looks quite orange from the liberally applied fake tan, everything she owns is encrusted in "diamante" and in general she blings a bit more than an electric x-mas tree, slightly brassy hair, not courtesy of Clairol but the $ store, the nails are fake and have weird patterns....

ExiledTyrant -> RE: The creeper (2/19/2014 2:08:14 PM)
Her eyeshadow looks like bright blue billboards over her eyes and her fake eyelashes look like tarantulas trying to leap from her face. She stands in the kitchen stirring a pot, her cigarette ash is three inches long threatening to drop into dinner, as she stares out the window looking at the captive.

LadyConstanze -> RE: The creeper (2/19/2014 2:10:12 PM)
I always knew you had a hardon for Peggy Bundy ;)

Kana -> RE: The creeper (2/19/2014 2:10:36 PM)
True story,and the locals here should know this dude-There's a guy who's been coming to the local fetish club for ages,like since the 90's. He never plays. Never seen him with anyone else,male,female, hucow, TG,whatever. Instead,this old, tall,skinny pale guy strips down to his shoes and socks and walks around all night wanking his way from scene to scene, hanging on the edge of your play,eye's locked on what your doing,hand pumping on his half hard little wee-wee. Yeah-He's who I always picture when someone says Creeper. Well that,or that infamous peeping tom, George McFly

LadyConstanze -> RE: The creeper (2/19/2014 2:19:19 PM)
Fnarrr, this guy reminds me of a fetish party I attended with OH in Munich, took OH a while until he stopped walking with a stoop or mumbling "nice belt the waitress wears, really nice belt" (happened to be the only thing she was wearing), I showed him the rooms and we walked through the dark room (well not really dark but just a bit of UV light) and while it was empty when we walked in, it soon filled up with guys grouping around us, and the sound of zippers opening, we decided to walk out and wait around the corner until they came out with long faces, after that we went in every 30 minutes or so, had a 5 minute chat until the room filled up, then walked out again... Well, we're both kinda easily amused...

ChatteParfaitt -> RE: The creeper (2/19/2014 2:46:17 PM)
Yuck that guy sounds....creepy. My idea of a creeper -- almost bald with a comb over, way too skinny with a pot belly, yellow nicotine stained teeth and gin fumed breath, oh wait, that's my Uncle Earl. Lots of those guys used to troll around in the 50s coaxing young girls to their car, supposedly asking directions, but showing their johnson when you got close. My older sister taught me what to do when this happened...you laugh, loud. Then run.

LadyConstanze -> RE: The creeper (2/19/2014 2:50:32 PM)
Very very unfeeling... I recall when doing finals, I often walked through the park while going through what I had learned and kind of revising, so one day I see a pair of hairy legs in wellington boots and look up, and there is this guy with the open trench coat flashing a really pathetic "member" at me, it looked so funny, that I started to laugh and he ran away. By the time I got home, I remembered all the stuff about flashers and that they really are very insecure, so I went back to the park to apologize to him, didn't find him, when I told my flat mate, he just went "I think you've done enough, really, telling him you're sorry won't make him feel any better, trust me..."

LadyMondenschein -> RE: The creeper (2/19/2014 3:56:04 PM)
Kana - the guy you described sounds like James Bondage, an old geezer who'd walk around the Fet parties that Glenn from Fetish Factory in FL gave every 2nd Saturday of the month. He'd not get into any scenes himself; he'd just paint signs all over his body instructing people to spit on him, spill drinks on him, drip hot wax on him, etc. He would walk around in shoes & sox; nothing else (unless the party was being held at Club X-it in Hollywood [FL] where the police would enter in full regalia & insist that he wear a pouch with a g string. There wasn't very much to cover up anyway. There was a cage with a swinging door & he'd tie his dick to the door and when people opened it, it would pull on his wang. He was told by Glenn not to do that, but this old geezer wasn't listening and when someone pulled on the door really hard, the guy got hurt, so the owner had to take him to the hospital & pay all his bills. He then did it again, when he was healed, and Glenn banned him permanently from the club. People would throw icey drinx at him, put out cigarettes on him & as he was wearing blindfolds he didn't know who was doing what. People would also grope him crudely thru the cage doors. He was lovin all of it til the rumor went aound that he was immensely homophobic. And since he came into the commercial dungeon where I used to work, and tie himself to the St. andrew's cross, and just expect the doms on duty to play around with him without paying any exra. So I was only to happy to make sure to have the house boy reach in and fondle the hell out of him, saying he was gonna take him home and do all sorts of gay fun activity on the guy. He had to scream out, ' NO, NO, NO guys", I'm not homo you faggots. " All to no avail..Except the getting outside part..but it was worth seeing him scream to protest his inocence. Ah , fond memories.

Kana -> RE: The creeper (2/19/2014 6:35:08 PM)
Nah, this was in DC...but I've played at Fetish Factory and man, do they throw some fun parties

Blonderfluff -> RE: The creeper (2/19/2014 6:37:35 PM)
The Black Rose??

Voldolooks -> RE: The creeper (2/20/2014 4:11:58 AM)
She's nineteen, but she'll be getting carded at clubs til she's 32. At least, she would get carded, if girls as gorgeous as her ever did. She stands barefoot on the cool tiles of the brightly lit kitchen, clutching the phone in one hand with her favorite teddy tucked under her arm. Her ponytail of strawberry-scented, strawberry blonde hair hangs straight down her back, almost reaching the bottom of the oversized pink Carebears tee-shirt barely covering her lacy white panties. Two styrofoam containers of Chinese food sit on the table, half-eaten. Something much better than Chinese food is on the way. She can feel it. She knows she deserves it. And she will do WHATEVER. IT. TAKES. to get it. "He was drinking...he grabbed me...I only meant to scare him." Staring at her own face in the pictures on the fridge, she rehearses her lines one last time before she dials. A male voice answers as a lazy crimson drop slides from the tip of the knife dangling from her left hand to splash into the pool of Jack Daniels and blood and shattered glass into which the middle-aged family man on the floor is sputtering his last disbelieving breath. His face is in all the pictures too. And now his bloody handprints decorate her tiny ankles. "911 dispatch, state your emergency." Suddenly sobbing, she wails into the microphone, "DADDY!!!!!" Thank your for reading Voldo's contribution. Voldo hopes he has added usefully to the conversation.

theshytype -> RE: The creeper (2/20/2014 10:00:13 AM)
Tall, skinny, lanky. Dark unkempt hair, maybe a little greasy from either not washing or not knowing how to use styling gel - can't tell which. His head hangs a little low, not too much, in hopes to avoid eye contact. But his eyes always remain forward, just shifty. He may be a little book smart, talks as if he knows his shit but really it's because he's so socially awkward he has time on his hands to do his "research". He lived in his mother's basement for quite some time but moved out, blaming his living arrangements on his inability to score with the ladies. When he finally finds the "love of his life", she is completely opposite from what he wants. He settled out of desperation. He peruses Internet forums relentlessly in his spare time to fill the void. If his wife disturbs him, he'll exclaim "Shut up bitch, go fix me a turkey pot pie".

ExiledTyrant -> RE: The creeper (2/20/2014 10:04:52 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: theshytype Tall, skinny, lanky. Dark unkempt hair, maybe a little greasy from either not washing or not knowing how to use styling gel - can't tell which. His head hangs a little low, not too much, in hopes to avoid eye contact. But his eyes always remain forward, just shifty. He may be a little book smart, talks as if he knows his shit but really it's because he's so socially awkward he has time on his hands to do his "research". He lived in his mother's basement for quite some time but moved out, blaming his living arrangements on his inability to score with the ladies. When he finally finds the "love of his life", she is completely opposite from what he wants. He settled out of desperation. He peruses Internet forums relentlessly in his spare time to fill the void. If his wife disturbs him, he'll exclaim "Shut up bitch, go fix me a turkey pot pie". You're so getting gold mail for that one. You're not supposed to besmirch the regular posters. Jus sayin Exiled P.S. Quite creepy, thank you ;)

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