A Fated Reality-Prologue
I am a pimp. but not that pimp. anyways, this is where the story begins. my name is up first. it's sajuan jackson. the only way i can help you pronounce my first name better is by saying 'swan' thoroughly.
[Photophobia]: A Crime Story Noir [Short]
pimps run the village, and the village runs the crime, and crime runs me, so now in the depths of this dump do i work.** **i find it all so small here.
Undercover Work
Wilde had set himself up as an insider during the day but a pimp at night, he was a crafty fox that's for sure. "looks like he's busy." seen said, struggling to hold back his smirking laugh.
A Fated Reality-Chapter 5
Son put his right claw in front of him like how i- he's about to keep his pimp claw strong. i smile as the crazy lady came towards son, machete drawn back for swiper-no-swiping.
More than a One Night Stand
Trent noticed how shy the doe was around the other patrons, especially a few other pimps who tried making their services known to the much smaller male.
A Stitch in Time pt. 1
The pimp's surprised cry was abruptly cut off by a loud splash, followed by a series of sputtering curses that faded as he was quickly carried off by the current.
New Life Blues Part II
"you look like you could use a ride." --3 desmond didn't say anything; he was too busy reciting the advice his pimp had given him.
Story Time: Fancy That
He was a vain pimp cat, after all. what pimp, or cat, wasn't? but the flutter in his stomach, the curious tumble of warmth that tingled his flesh, was nothing like he had ever experienced before.
Breaking her bondage
Breaking her bondage In bed she lay next to me. Her leg across mine. Her arm across my chest. Sure breathed softly into my ear while I lay awake. Her breath faintly smelled of musk, exciting memories of passions we shared only an hour ago. She and I...
Patchi: The Hell Tribulations On A Sorrowful Soul
The demon iguanodont carcinoma pimp rolled down the stairs, his skin utterly obliterated by the dromaeosaur vertebrae, seeking revenge at last, ripping and shredding the scamous ornithischian integrument until only masticated muscles remained.
Rat Tale Ch.4 The Start
Gerald - my pimp?
Police Dogs
"how many prostitutes are there who work for your pimp?" "i think that there's.... well... er... fifteen including me. yeah. that sounds about right.