Might Guy Romane & Geschichten

He leaned on the wall, pulled out a smoke, he was just about to lit it when he noticed two birds,they were sort of communicating. The street was littered with all sort of dirt, smelled of strong sewage and animal dump. "The man knows what he wants" a man with shorts that displayed his hairy legs said. He had box that looked almost like a bag and a briefcase. "Look am just saying we've got a huge problem at hand,chief is a serious guy,tough guy,trust me,his gat his hand on them,they don't know it yet" an older guy replied,talking and looking back at Tom who was standing a few feet from them, he was pretending to be only interested in his smoke.

He looked beyond Greek god in just a towel standing in front of me all intimidating. "Oh, you think I will shake up with this threatening look of yours. Haha this is nothing before what I have countered with in my college. Mihra has masters in this subject of dealing with men and trust me I know what you are, a sweet and nice person. So stop trying to intimidate me because I won't shiver. Do you get that candy man.",I smirked up at him with my arms crossing across my chest.

“Yaaaaaaay!!!” We all turn around, and what do we know, Marlon walks in, in his full gear and his stick raised in his hand. I breathe out in relief as he zooms past me, straight to his friends. “Bro, where the hell have you been?” “Something came up, boys.” He answers. “Look at the Fargo Tigers. They are all set to eat us alive.” Marlon scowls as he looks at them. “They are no match for us, do not worry. We've got this!”

Hmm maybe he can be black. Then a tall brown man seems to be almost two meters tall and walks towards me. His black hair is a little big, almost touching the collar of his beige long-sleeve shirt, framing his face and giving that aura of seriousness, but at the same time, giving a younger look. His smile is to make envy to anyone, complements his relaxed style, relaxed... Her brown eyes stare directly at my eyes, to the point of not allowing her to look away... I’m lost.

I'm grateful for the government of the day and for this opportunity to hear from the people but we shouldn't open our doors and our ears to hear crabs and nonsense from gangsters. He spoke so calmly due to his age as he stretched his hands to Jefsexy and his crew. “How on earth do you ever imagine a man fucking a man and it seats down well with you?." “The anus isn't meant for fucking but for you to used it for your damned poop.” “ It's so irritating and disgusting when ever I hear a man will have the audacity to fuck a fellow man man.” Mr. Kitty said a little bit loud as his voice began to show his anger gradually.

Heavy footsteps approached and a guard I hadn't bothered to learn the name of appeared outside my cell. "You're being released. Someone posted your bail." I stood up slowly, my joints protesting. "Who?" The guard didn't answer. He just unlocked the door and gestured for me to follow. The waiting area was empty except for one man. He was standing near the vending machines, his back to me, wearing a tailored overcoat that probably cost more than most people's rent. His hair was the same dark brown as mine, but cut shorter and neater. He stood straighter, too. Always had.

A towering figure, tall and massive, walked with an air of intimidation. The man's physique was imposing, muscles straining against the fabric of his dark shirt. His skin was a tapestry of scars and tattoos, each one telling a story of a life lived on the fringes of society. This was Macho, a man known for his brutality and ruthlessness in the criminal underworld.

He's a pretty good looking guy. "Just taking a break." I give him a friendly smile, before looking back over at the people dancing. I see Miley making her way over to me, with a frown covering her face. "How bout you find someone else to sink your teeth into bloodsucker, and leave her alone." Miley glare at the guy. I frown a bit confused. I didn't think this guy was being rude in any way, maybe she knows this guy and knows he's bad news. "How bout you mind your business mutt." The guy straightens up from leaning against the wall, glaring back at Miley. His relaxed body language has now changed.

Pаrt оf mе ріtіеѕ all the mасhо guуѕ оut thеrе thаt dоn’t have thе сарасіtу or opportunity tо open up. Yes, I’m a mаn. I’vе a сосk аnd tattoos. I lіkе tо сuѕѕ аnd lіft wеіghtѕ. I’m ѕtubbоrn аnd wіllful and jealous sometimes, but I’m still human.

“Where’s Maggie?” Mia asked, clutching another man’s hand. His gray eyes were hard in his face as he surveyed Joe, but at least he wasn’t acting like he wanted to kill Joe. And thank God for that, because he was sure that any one of these three men could take him down without a second thought. Yeah, he was a big guy, in good shape and strong, but these three? Fuck, man. They looked like they pumped iron for a living and ate nails for breakfast.