How To Create A Stalker - The Story of Ms. Moody
I have a lot of sexy, intelligent and otherwise incredible female followers, and when I'm looking at my time line sometimes I can't help but wonder "..what kinda crazy nigga is stalkin' her sexy ass?.." lol. I'm almost completely positive that just about all of them have run into a stalker or two during this walk we call life. However, I doubt any of my followers would be able to pin point exactly what went wrong, how they acquired a stalker or what they did to provoke a guy to take a more than conventional interest in them. I'm also sure that none of them has had a pleasurable experience with one. I've always told myself that woman know exactly what their doing, that they are more than smart enough to remain in control of such situations as dealing with a "stalker". It would turn out that even the best and brightest of the sexy elite can be caught off guard by the overwhelming self pity party of a pathetic stalker. So what did she do though? Was it as simple as giving him your number? What did she say? What the hell could have happened that drove this person to abandon all logical thought and start stalking you to begin with? Did you put it on him? Did you make him scream your name? Did you make his toes curl? Or perhaps it was nothing sexual at all as many people might assume, perhaps you just have your life together. Do you have your own? Some guys go nuts for "Ms. Independent", is that you? Money in the bank? Or perhaps you're just drop dead gorgeous, something that obviously isn't your fault, I heard you got it from your mama so we'll blame it on her ;-) lol. In any event, some females know what they are doing, some don't, you can't just pick a stalker out of a crowd everytime then stay away from him, that's too easy of course. It's a debate you can spend hours arguing about, hell you can write another book about the subject, I certainly won't attempt to do either this time around but I do want to tell you about my run in with Ms. Moody and how it took me over about a four year period to get rid of her. Along the way I'll gve you some basic rules to follow if you'd like to create or acquire a stalker for yourself!
I met Ms. Moody in the fall of 2007, I caught her eye at first really, she was especially attracted to my lips and made sure to let me know this was her nickname for me. Coincidently I ended up seeing Ms. Moody every other day so contact with her was unavoidable, the atmosphere, however, was professional so she held back some ways about her anyone would consider unprofessional to say the least. When I saw her it was always brief, in passing she makes eye contact and quickly looks away, she glances at me as I walk past, out the corner of her eye is her comfort zone. She is shy, for the moment of course, and tries her best to avoid eye contact with me, however, she can't avoid smiling. What I didn't realize at the time is that she lacked a good poker face, there was a reason for that, she wasn't truly interested in keeping a man like me guessing, but rather to give the illusion she wanted to keep me guessing. A female that has poise and self control won't allow her expressions to give away her position, her poker face keeps a man guessing without fail. Ms. Moody knew what she was doing, in her mind, if I was the type that liked a more direct female then I wouldn't say a word to her, if that happened no skin off her back because she never approached me, this is often the methodology behind the shy technique. However, if I was the type that was intrigued by her tactics then she gets what she wants, an approach from me, a 50/50 chance ain't half bad right?
(Rule #2 - play into their "innocent act".)
Well she ended up getting what she wanted, one day I say some slick shit to the effect of "..you always smilin' when I come around, you must like what you see..", her response was something like "..well I cetainly like those lips..". Suddenly my mind switches gears, I realize who I'm dealing with, the dialect in her voice says it all, I know where she is from and I am starting to become turned on. I then look at her hair and how its styled, I can tell her weave is a fresh one, her stance is another dead give away, bowl-legged with a phat ass sitting on her back. She's a hood bitch, and I love me a hood bitch. She masks it well though, she does everything she can to blend into the white collar professional environment, but I can see right through her and it's making me horny. I want to know what she can do with that big ol' ghetto booty, the switch when she walks brings out a mesmerizing wobble, I can walk behind her for miles. Once again my curiosity has gotten the better of me, we make small talk and exchange numbers, she hits me up and wants to hit a bar that same night. We meet up downtown and sip on some Margaritas, I don't have work the next day so I'm good to go for the night. I can tell she's a light weight though, after just one drink she starts swerving on the dance floor, I'm plotting as I observe this I won't even front, but here comes a red flag. I'm at the bar and she strolls over and tries to kiss me, yeah, I'm definitely not doing that, we just met after all and its obvious she's getting drunk and more drunk as the evening goes on. We eventually decide to make the move to my place, when we get there she immediately takes her pants off (jacket still on), gets in my bed, says "good night.." and proceeds to fall asleep. Me being the kind of man I am I could care less, I get in bed and fall asleep too lol. A few hours later I feel her moving around next to me, she's taking off her panties now, she probes under the covers with her hands in search of something thick, long and stiff. I'm half asleep but the feeling of a warm hand groping my wood wakes me up pretty fast, what comes next though would surely prove to be another red flag. She starts to poke that ass out at me, we're touching, grabbing, feeling, curessing and all that, her ass is beyond #OnionBooty status. What trips me out though, is how she tried to slip me in without a condom! I say to myself "..this bitch is fucking crazy!..", something told me right then and there to roll my ass over, let her fall back to sleep, put her out in the morning and never kick it with this bitch again. I was young and dumb though, so of course I shrugged it off, told her to slow the fuck down, reached for the XL's and slid one on, then went ahead and busted her ass wide the fuck open. What I absolutely loved about Ms. Moody was her back shot arch, she could bend over and poke that thing out any which way I wanted or needed, extremely flexible, pussy tootin' straight up in the air with her chest firm on the bed. I could put all my weight on her with my hands, arms straight with all the pressure on her upper back, I was so rough and she loved it, she took all that pressure and all this dick like a champ I must say. Ms. Moody was calling my name and all that on the first date, on the first hit. I will say this though... some of the best head a nigga ever had yo... I'm dead serious, maybe not THEE best but she's definitely up there, she's slurping, she's licking, she's teasing just enough, she has no gag reflex evil grin, she takes all my dick down her throat, she keeps it wet, she's dripping down my balls so she rubs it all over and polishes my shaft until it shines, mmmm damn she was so nasty now that I think about it lol. She loved sucking my dick, and she did it to perfection, she told me how she was taught to savior that dick, to suck it like it was the last time she would ever do it, she took pride in her head game... #ThingsILikeToHear... Even though her head game is what kept my interest, my pipe game is what had her fucked up in the head, I mean straight hooked like a damn fiend.
(Rule #3 - have sex with them as soon as possible and try not to find out anything important about them before you do it.)
It should have been the first and the last time I hit for several reasons I've already mentioned, but of course it wasn't, she calls me days later, we have short conversion here and there but eventually she figures out I'm intelligent and also a good listener.
(Rule #4 - make them believe you care and that you listen to them.)
My personality is different from a lot of other guys, yes I am a good listener which is the biggest thing, its also the most annoying for me at times. In a situation like this one, something that comes naturally to me, such as listening, can give the wrong impression of me actually giving a fuck. I'm the type that likes to get to know my sexual partners a little bit before I hit, but here's a situation where she let me hit way to early so I'm no longer interested in getting to know her, nature of man shrugs feel how you want to about it but most dudes will tell you the same. To me this is just sex, but because I show a slight sign of caring, listening, or even compassion she latches on so fast and quick that with the combination of the pipe she falls in love. She grasped on to the fact that I listen, I have intelligent feed back and ultimately I can give advise that she otherwise revered as the Gospel at times. She was use to dealing with niggas that ain't shit, so in retrospect there's really no wonder why she became so attatched.
(Rule #5 - blow her mind with the best pipe game she has ever had, for the ladies: release the wet-wet on his ass.)
I don't mean to blow my own horn... ... ... ... ... ok so maybe I do just a little bit, but you wouldn't believe how many woman out there aren't getting that "Good Shit" but rather suffer from what I like to call VDD or Vitamin D(ick) Deficiency. Have you ever seen a colony of ants find something sweet on the ground and then go all the way in on it? They go nuts for the shit, run back and tell all the homies in the colony where it's at and how good it is, then they all come running to get some more. Females with a Vitamin D Deficiency are the same way, but sometimes the symptoms can very from "patient to patient", one of my followers called me the Sex Doctor lol. Sometimes a woman with VDD can finally get a proper dosage of Good Dick and have enough experience and wisdom to know just what to do to keep her new found Vitamin D supply on stash. She's going to make sure she doesn't mess up a perfectly good thing. However, there are those who may have suffered from VDD their entire adult lives and have no clue what to do when they finally get that "Good Shit". Apperently this was the case with Ms. Moody, fellas it's imperative you do a little research before you give the pipe away. She would go on to lose her damn mind and become the victim of a VDD relapse episode. Ms. Moody would eventually become a jealous, bossy, aggressive and controlling bitch of a cunt. I go into most of what happens next at this point with a female like Ms. Moody in my first 2 posts How It All Starts - Part 1 & 2. Now none of this had a direct effect on my life or how I went about doing things but would prove to just be really annoying. It would later be explained to me by Ms. Lufulgus (who you'll meet in a different post) that some females go their entire lives searching for that "Good Shit", and when they find it nothing else matters except keeping it and making it theirs and theirs alone. She also explained that during this process a woman can resort to measures that she might otherwise never bring herself to act on all for the sake of making that "Good Shit" hers. Well Ms. Moody definitely embrassed some techniques to lock me down that would catch me off guard as I've never had to deal with her kind before. Before I get into the bull shit let me say this, I like my space, I like my privacy, I have issues with authority so I don't like being told what to do and I don't like attitude when I did nothing to deserve it. Now with that said, a few months after we had been smashing here and there things were great, we were fucking with no strings attatched just how I like it. I made the rules simple, you're free to do you because I'm going to do me, you're not mine and I'm not yours, finally honesty is my best policy. Eventually over a four year period of messing around on and off she would show all the signs of a jealous girlfriend that wasn't my girlfriend. She always wanted to know where I was, who I was with, she would pop up at the crib unannounced with 3 of her friends waiting in the car outside trying to see if I was really by myself but playing it off like she wanted a quickie. She wasn't slick, she brought them bitches to fuck some shit up if she thought another bitch was at my place. Shrugs #HoodBitch. It got so bad that she even went as far as to contact one of my ex-girlfriends (who I was trying to patch things up with at the time, Ms. Moody knew this) on myspace with a whole bunch of bull shit about how we were dating and she needs to fall back. So you know I was mad, we were never dating, it was all about sex for me, but being nice to bitches always comes back to bite you in the ass "nice guys finish last" as they say. For some reason Ms. Moody was under the misconceptions that I was her man and she had the shit on lock despite my continuous disclosures that this was not and would never be so, but what can you tell a stalker that won't take no for an answer? When I told her I was cutting her off for that stunt everything got worse, she sent another message to my ex saying that it was all a lie and that she was jealous of her and wanted me for herself. It was an attempt to clean up her mess and keep me around, I continued to ignore her which resulted in phone calls from random, restricted and blocked phone numbers on a daily and weekly bases. This went on for years, I have too many contacts to change my number, and back then I was way to stubborn to let her win that way. Picture messages of her pussy would get no responses, she use to do that shit and get some dick the same night. You want to really piss off a female, let her know her pussy ain't good enough to keep you around. To this day she'll reach out to me every other month or so, why? Your guess is as good as mine, for some reason she doesn't understand I want nothing to do with her.
One disclosure I wish I gave her from jump but never did (because at this point I was oblivious to what I was actually capable of) was the fact my dick could ruin her life. Ms. Moody was my first true experience at being a home wrecker, when we first met she failed to inform me her baby's father was locked up, my policy with her was strictly "don't ask don't tell". Long story short, she allowed me to become such a focal point in her life (when I made it clear I didn't want to be and the best thing she could do for herself was to leave me alone) that her BF had one stipulation and one stipulation only for them to be a family when he gets out of jail... that she had to leave me alone. Not "yeah baby I'm gonna stay outta trouble.." or "I'm gonna stay off the streets and spend time with you and the baby.." or even "I'm gonna get a fucking J O B!". This nigga was more concerned about me than anything else and I never spoke a word to him or was even remotely aware of his existence in any degree what so ever! Which then begs the question to Ms. Moody... "bitch, WTF have you been tellin' this nigga and WHY?!", she would do dumb shit like compare his dick to mine, to his face! Like "that's why ya dick be smellin' like peanuts and his never do..". This bitch would say the craziest things to dude then would wonder why they don't have their shit together. The list of ridiculous things she would do to bring on her own self distruction and complete colapse of her personal life all for the sake of attempting to have me in her life goes on. Really, at the end of the day I only have myself to blame for all this crazy fuckery that went on with her. She is the definition of drama, she thrives off it like a parasite, you should see her FaceBook page, a crying shame really. More than anything she just doesn't have the confidence or maturity to know what to do to keep a man interested without revealing her insecurities; unlike a real woman.
So what's the moral of this story? Hell if I know, but I do know if you stick with rules 1 through 5 than you're sure to have a stalker stuck on you before you know it. Be careful out there people, the freaks come out at night, the crazies walk during the day, but the #TrueFreak's be on MY time line, I do this for them. #ShoutOut to all off them and a special shout to the very lovely and sweet @GingerSnapp_Bck, she knows all about this subject ;-) I love and appreciate all my followers that take the time to read this blog and show support with feed back, I love all the feed back. The next post is going to get hot I promise so stay tuned, hit me on Twitter @HowItAllStarts, I am...
