I have a predator.
I do not know who it is.
I do not know where it came from.
But its name is not "Jamie."
It reaches out to me from time to time, sometimes under different false identities.
But my third eye's on the back of my head, and it never blinks, because you never know when or where a predator will strike.
I'm going to post a sample of our conversation in the hopes that you will be better prepared to identify and destroy your predators.
Now, before we get started, I know what you're thinking.
"Who'd want to prey on an ugly bastard such as myself?"
Not that it'll mean much to you, but that same question keeps me every damn night.
I have a predator
Nathaniel Gutierrez
Elijah Gonzalez
Disclaimer:
The events that are about to unfold are true. No names have been changed because they weren't real to begin with. If you or a loved are contacted by a predator, immediately post a screenshot of the conversation on this board for professional advice on how to proceed.
Evan Reed
Take your lithium schizoid
Daniel Bennett
Here we can see the predator in its natural habitat, behind a screen. Mimicry is used to create a false sense of kindness through cheerful exclamation points.
But make no mistake, these creatures are anything but kind.
Angel Jones
Notice how I immediately ask for photographic evidence. At the time, even I wondered if I did in fact know a "Jamie Alexander" at one point in my life. Perhaps I forgot about her? Perhaps it was from a very long time ago?
No.
This is how they get you. I stopped thinking with my dick, and started thinking with my brain.
Anthony Phillips
Of course, it's easy to think with your dick when the first thing you see is an attractive young woman with her uncovered legs reaching for the stars.
I had to remember.
I had to be rational. Be realistic.
No woman like that would want anything from a dirty old sap like me.
But I would like something from her. Well, two things, actually.
Notice how I take control of the conversation now to teach this "woman," this... thing... the first rule of digital conversation. Tits or GTFO.
Jason Martin
But I start slipping. I'm getting sloppy. Distracted. Horny. I have to stay on the tits. It's the only way to expose this monster.
Austin Howard
Shit, the creature turns my work back on me. I attempt to maintain the titty angle.
It has to hold, but "Jamie" is pushing hard. Even though I know it won't work, I suggest that it comes to me, in a public place, where we could easily expose it.
Maybe it will slip up, I think, but this predator is a professional.
Then again, so am I.
Kevin Walker
At this point, I note how odd it is that the first photo this thing sent me was so revealing. A better predator may have held back so they had more cards to play later on.. but perhaps they weren't expecting me to ask for more so desperately. And perhaps thinking with my dick was helping me in that sense.
David Murphy
I mock it with sarcasm.
I leave it uncertain of whether my foreskin has been abandoned.
But I've been thrown off guard. Only a "shirtless selfie," hm? That doesn't seem to bad. But again, folks... that's how they get you. First you a shirtless photo, next thing you know you're getting pegged by some fat, hairy slob in an ice cream truck.
Isaac Perry
Was there a last time?
Not that I can remember. I double-check our text history. Nothing prior to this conversation. And I would remember "totally naked pics," wouldn't I? Damn, this thing's getting inside of my head... better tread carefully.
Fuck it, I'll play along.
Use the titty defense.
Wyatt Garcia
this thread is beginning to get originally interesting.
Asher Flores
Keep this up OP I am enjoying this
Xavier Thompson
For what it's worth, to stop responding to a girl sending me nudes? Doesn't sound like me. Not one bit.
And that's where this predator made it's mistake. So there are two scenarios:
>she's telling the truth
In this case, I decided it was a predator last time. And if I know one thing, it's that it'll take a lot more than a gay buffet to get a predators to stop starving.
>she's lying
And why would she need to lie unless she was in fact a predator?
Case closed. Now my only objective is to get the nudes and get out.
James Lee
>You have an underwear selfie saved on your phone?
I need not explain how strange that question is, or how obvious it is that it was written by a dude.
On occasion, I admit that it haunts me at night, but even as experienced as I am with pornography, I must admit that it is indeed a nice landing strip.
I pushed and the predator caved.
But I'm not done yet.
As vacant of emotion as my heart is, I felt a strong desire to expose that creature for what it was.
John Rodriguez
The creature grows impatient as I think of a way to buy some time...
Jordan King
Get "her" to show bare tits with vagina exposed, if you would be so kind.
Jaxson Cox
Running out of time, I quickly ask to see her beasler. Real or not, the girl in the photographs was quite alluring, and a clear shot of her butthole and/or titties certainly would have required a fresh pair of jeans on my end.
But the predator knew what I was doing. It had become frustrated. Its initial requests for shirtless and "underwear selfies" had been reduced to a simple shot of my face. And for that, I was proud. But as low as its standards may have been, they were still too high for my tastes.
Thinking on my feet, I take a blurry photo of some faggot at the bar and send it without thinking beyond my need to maintain control over this situation.
Jayden Martinez
Op what is the predators goal? And what happens when it gets what it wants?
Kayden Green
Take your meds you fucking spazoid
Gabriel Jenkins
Damn, this thing is persistent, but I'm not quite ready to give up on the beasler frontier. Tits can take the backseat right now. Perhaps I should play the card of desperation with a twist? I haven't exactly scratched her back yet, but it couldn't hurt. I storm the gates on my tiptoes.
Elijah Jenkins
you forgot the image, silly.
Chase Diaz
I use "her" name directly and imply "she" has me rock solid to establish a minor illusion of mutual fondness. "She" does arouse me, but what "she" doesn't know is that I know "she" isn't "her."
Tyler Foster
no girl puts up with bullshit for this long. Op got someone other robot to text him all this stuff its so fake
Adrian Foster
The predator calls my bluff. I am not masturbating in a bar. That would make me the predator. I want to, but there's a line, it's a very dirty bathroom, and it would be a worthless cause without some titties or beasler.
But then, an idea so simple that even in my drunken state I'm surprised it didn't come to me earlier... I know, I'll give this bastard one last chance.
Butthole.
In exchange? False promises and more.
It's clearly aggravated, but I'm not backing down.
My pupils are dilating more than that butthole would if I got twelve seconds alone with it. Hell, give me three seconds and that'd still be more than enough.
This is my last chace.
I'm spreading my arms in front of a grizzly bear, but it doesn't know of the secret weapon holstered behind my back...
Joseph Cooper
The predator doesn't give in.
Heh, no problem, "Jamie." I had my labrat nerds at headquarters run a reverse image search with the flux capacitor cranked up to ten.
I send the link with my final message, and haven't heard from the predator since.
Aaron Smith
>tfw no bare tits pussy exposed pics
Nicholas Long
Have at it, kid. This happened over three years ago and the link's still up. Just remember what I said about predators.
imgur.com/a/qpzjp
Angel Hernandez
Everything's gonna be okay.
Everything's gonna be very okay.
Ryder Foster
>That would make me the predator
fucking loma
Xavier Edwards
god bless ppl like you on this site op... this is the best thread ive seen in a while
Nathaniel Moore
That's because it wasn't a girl, user. It was my predator. This particular conversation was three years ago, and it also marks the last time it tried to prey on me. That I know of. Check the dates on the screenshot, that's as far back as it goes.
Believe it or not, it started on AIM. Sometimes they'd do it through phone, sometimes through email. Different names, numbers, identities, talking/typing styles, I don't know, I don't know.
I don't know who it is.
I don't know where it came from.
All I know is that I have a predator.
And I can only wonder whether they've given up... or have been planning a far more advanced attack.
I have a predator.
Ethan Martinez
I have been blessed with a gift from the gods
Julian Smith
What kind of predator just hunts for shirtless pictures
Carson Young
Good thread, OP. Marv is a cool character.