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India? Whatever.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
India?
The amount of hits on my blog in the past month, July 15 to today.
India? Whatever.
India? Whatever.
Thinking About Life
There's an awful lot of strife in the world today. Political. Economy. Rioting. Just a lot of bullshit that could work together to become an oppressive weight on a man's shoulders, eventually pushing him down to the ground and crushing him. Like a bug. A smashed worn down bug.
Good thing us trackers have bitches like this to blow our wads upon!
Have a BAD DAY bitches!
Good thing us trackers have bitches like this to blow our wads upon!
Have a BAD DAY bitches!
Friday, August 12, 2011
Heroes
I started stalking the cutest of girls recently, and finally got an opportunity to get real close to her last night. Oh yeah, I'm talking about Supergirl. Sure, I know the inherent dangers in tracking the Girl of Steel, but I was willing to accept those risks. I'd even heard that when clicked, her skirt would inject a dose of kryptonite into her bloodstream, weakening her long enough for anyone to have their way with her.
I was doing some recon, surveying the scene to ensure I could make the snatch and grab with minimal risk to myself. You people know how cautious I am.
Just as I was about to make my move, "it" happened.
Gas grenade! What the blueberry fuckmuffin is this shit? I quickly check my supply to make sure none had gone off on their own.
It didn't take me long to figure out that the gas did not come from me. Nonethless I was about to step forward and claim her figuring I had been the recipient of a lucky break, and then "he" appeared.
Is anyone else starting to get tired of this guy? I know I am. Captain Cockblocker. In either event I found I couldn't pull my eyes away, so I kept working the camera.
The Captain quickly took Supergirl behind the Waffle house. Yeah, Captain of romance he is. My eye rolling quickly ceased however when I saw the Captain making quick work of Supergirl's skirt. I'm happy to say that later I secured this skirt and added it to my private collection of "memorabilia". Hey! Don't judge me. Who else has an indestructible cumrag?
I panicked a bit after her top came flying off and the Captain led her inside the Waffle House. What the hell was he going to do? Feed her breakfast?
I quickly set up my remote controlled camera and sent it inside to see what the Captain was up to with this lovely prey. Apparently he had dispatched the wait staff, as well as any customers. To be fair, is it ever difficult to get rid of the customers inside a Waffle House?
My remote camera arrived just in time to catch the Captain as he finished stripping Supergirl's clothes from her very sexy body.
From there, it was elementary.
A thorough inspection of Supergirl's oral talents followed by a brisk hard fucking. You have to love the Captain's consistency.
I was doing some recon, surveying the scene to ensure I could make the snatch and grab with minimal risk to myself. You people know how cautious I am.
Just as I was about to make my move, "it" happened.
Gas grenade! What the blueberry fuckmuffin is this shit? I quickly check my supply to make sure none had gone off on their own.
It didn't take me long to figure out that the gas did not come from me. Nonethless I was about to step forward and claim her figuring I had been the recipient of a lucky break, and then "he" appeared.
Is anyone else starting to get tired of this guy? I know I am. Captain Cockblocker. In either event I found I couldn't pull my eyes away, so I kept working the camera.
The Captain quickly took Supergirl behind the Waffle house. Yeah, Captain of romance he is. My eye rolling quickly ceased however when I saw the Captain making quick work of Supergirl's skirt. I'm happy to say that later I secured this skirt and added it to my private collection of "memorabilia". Hey! Don't judge me. Who else has an indestructible cumrag?
I panicked a bit after her top came flying off and the Captain led her inside the Waffle House. What the hell was he going to do? Feed her breakfast?
I quickly set up my remote controlled camera and sent it inside to see what the Captain was up to with this lovely prey. Apparently he had dispatched the wait staff, as well as any customers. To be fair, is it ever difficult to get rid of the customers inside a Waffle House?
My remote camera arrived just in time to catch the Captain as he finished stripping Supergirl's clothes from her very sexy body.
From there, it was elementary.
A thorough inspection of Supergirl's oral talents followed by a brisk hard fucking. You have to love the Captain's consistency.
Once he was finished, Supergirl was left to fend for herself right there on the counter of Waffle House. My how the mighty have fallen. I'm guessing that is not maple syrup on the counter.
Now that's a super BAD DAY. Superbitch.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Dear Trick
So I got a letter yesterday that caught my eye. I do from time to time get inquiries from other trackers about certain aspects of my day as well as any tips regarding the tracking of innocent women.
As with most letters, this one started out, "Dear Trick". I assume it started this way since my name is Trick and obviously the writer wanted to be civil. Dear Trick, I was at a camp with several other friends when this very beautiful and older woman caught my eye. Sounds like some shit out of Penthouse, don't it? I swear, I can't make this stuff up, this is how the letter came in. As the lovely cougar was walking to the beach area, I detected that she was masking a bad day belt under her terry cloth robe which was hanging wide open, revealing a very cute micro bikini. Remembering all of the tracker tips you have posted in the past and from having attended your summer lecture series, I immediately opened a can of gas and tossed it into her vicinity. Yes, I really do offer a summer lecture series on BDS and tracking women. Much to my shock, the gas also incapacitated another sexy and unchaperoned lady lounging nearby. Okay, most of the trackers following my blog don't use nice words like "incapacitated", but my editor really didn't like "another bitch got knocked the fuck out!" Editors. What can you do? So my question is, what does a tracker do when he has TWO prey available? Sincerely, Konfused in Kansas.
In order to get a grasp on this young man's problem, I naturally had to imitate his situation. So recently I came across two young women standing well within ten meters of each other in front of a very popular market area. I truly believe they both imagined they were safe because of their closeness to one another. This myth was quickly shot down.
Dear Konfused. You fuck them. Sincerely, Trick.
Editor's note - Have a BAD DAY bitch.
As with most letters, this one started out, "Dear Trick". I assume it started this way since my name is Trick and obviously the writer wanted to be civil. Dear Trick, I was at a camp with several other friends when this very beautiful and older woman caught my eye. Sounds like some shit out of Penthouse, don't it? I swear, I can't make this stuff up, this is how the letter came in. As the lovely cougar was walking to the beach area, I detected that she was masking a bad day belt under her terry cloth robe which was hanging wide open, revealing a very cute micro bikini. Remembering all of the tracker tips you have posted in the past and from having attended your summer lecture series, I immediately opened a can of gas and tossed it into her vicinity. Yes, I really do offer a summer lecture series on BDS and tracking women. Much to my shock, the gas also incapacitated another sexy and unchaperoned lady lounging nearby. Okay, most of the trackers following my blog don't use nice words like "incapacitated", but my editor really didn't like "another bitch got knocked the fuck out!" Editors. What can you do? So my question is, what does a tracker do when he has TWO prey available? Sincerely, Konfused in Kansas.
In order to get a grasp on this young man's problem, I naturally had to imitate his situation. So recently I came across two young women standing well within ten meters of each other in front of a very popular market area. I truly believe they both imagined they were safe because of their closeness to one another. This myth was quickly shot down.
Dear Konfused. You fuck them. Sincerely, Trick.
Editor's note - Have a BAD DAY bitch.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
The Good Samaritan
A couple of weeks ago I posted a warning to everyone about a very fast and powerful predator that had zipped through one of my scenes and taken my prey. No, not the cock sucking sissy, the guy before him.
So, today I'm minding my own business and taking care of my horses. Yes, I have other pursuits besides the stalking, tracking, kidnapping and raping of wanton reckless sluts.
It seems this new predator among us follows my blog and he contacted me with the exclusive invitation to "sit in" on one of his home invasions. He even let me pick his prey. How could I pass up this opportunity?
I found the perfect target in no time and contacted my new "friend" with my choice. I then found a safe distance from which to set up my camera. If you look closely at the next photo you can see him hovering in the background.
I hardly had time to get set when he began his pursuit. First, the tranquilizer to knock his prey off of her feet.
Then, approach and secure the target.
Next, the transportation of the target to a safer location. I wish I'd been told about this beforehand. You have no idea how much work it can be to break all the camera equipment back down, load it in the van, move to a new spot, set it back up. Nobody appreciates a professional these days.
Throughout this entire incident, I'm still reeling over the fact that the new predator is none other than Captain America. How old is this guy by now anyway? As I was mentally chewing over this new information, the Captain tossed his shield aside and went to work on his prey. Ladies, do note that when the Captain tosses his shield away the shit is about to hit the fan.
The Captain quickly removed all of his prey's clothing and bent down to inspect her. I could overhear his loud laughter when he discovered that his prey was also a dominant woman. I almost felt sorry for her at his tone. It seems dominant women are the Captain's favorite piece of ass.
So to teach her a lesson about the rightful place of dominant women, the Captain yanked off his belt and began to whip his prey's ass. I cringed with every muffled scream. Another piece of advice for you ladies, when the Captain tosses away his shield and takes off his belt things are about to get nasty.
As you can see, he left her ass a bright shade of red.
Once her ass was well done, the Captain got down to business.
Do I even need to say it? Ladies, when the Captain tosses away his shield, takes off his belt, AND whips out his dick that's pretty much all she wrote. A fact to which his prey can now testify.
I had to chuckle when the Captain pulled off her gag so she could scream. He seemed to enjoy that, but doesn't everyone?
After a rough fucking by a superhero sized prick, the Captain decided to blow his wad on his prey's face.
He lifted his prey's blindfold just as he came, letting her see his identity. Her exclamation was a bit gurgled, to no great shock.
The good Captain then bound her in duct tape and re-applied the gag and blindfold. I couldn't make out everything the Captain whispered to her as he crouched over her body, but it sounded harsh and promised a return visit in the future.
The Captain then left her there. Now, before all of you chuckle and think, "that's a BAD DAY bitch!", remember that this entry is called "The Good Samaritan". Guess who that is?
Now its a BAD DAY bitch.
So, today I'm minding my own business and taking care of my horses. Yes, I have other pursuits besides the stalking, tracking, kidnapping and raping of wanton reckless sluts.
It seems this new predator among us follows my blog and he contacted me with the exclusive invitation to "sit in" on one of his home invasions. He even let me pick his prey. How could I pass up this opportunity?
I found the perfect target in no time and contacted my new "friend" with my choice. I then found a safe distance from which to set up my camera. If you look closely at the next photo you can see him hovering in the background.
I hardly had time to get set when he began his pursuit. First, the tranquilizer to knock his prey off of her feet.
Then, approach and secure the target.
Next, the transportation of the target to a safer location. I wish I'd been told about this beforehand. You have no idea how much work it can be to break all the camera equipment back down, load it in the van, move to a new spot, set it back up. Nobody appreciates a professional these days.
Throughout this entire incident, I'm still reeling over the fact that the new predator is none other than Captain America. How old is this guy by now anyway? As I was mentally chewing over this new information, the Captain tossed his shield aside and went to work on his prey. Ladies, do note that when the Captain tosses his shield away the shit is about to hit the fan.
The Captain quickly removed all of his prey's clothing and bent down to inspect her. I could overhear his loud laughter when he discovered that his prey was also a dominant woman. I almost felt sorry for her at his tone. It seems dominant women are the Captain's favorite piece of ass.
So to teach her a lesson about the rightful place of dominant women, the Captain yanked off his belt and began to whip his prey's ass. I cringed with every muffled scream. Another piece of advice for you ladies, when the Captain tosses away his shield and takes off his belt things are about to get nasty.
As you can see, he left her ass a bright shade of red.
Once her ass was well done, the Captain got down to business.
Do I even need to say it? Ladies, when the Captain tosses away his shield, takes off his belt, AND whips out his dick that's pretty much all she wrote. A fact to which his prey can now testify.
I had to chuckle when the Captain pulled off her gag so she could scream. He seemed to enjoy that, but doesn't everyone?
After a rough fucking by a superhero sized prick, the Captain decided to blow his wad on his prey's face.
He lifted his prey's blindfold just as he came, letting her see his identity. Her exclamation was a bit gurgled, to no great shock.
The good Captain then bound her in duct tape and re-applied the gag and blindfold. I couldn't make out everything the Captain whispered to her as he crouched over her body, but it sounded harsh and promised a return visit in the future.
The Captain then left her there. Now, before all of you chuckle and think, "that's a BAD DAY bitch!", remember that this entry is called "The Good Samaritan". Guess who that is?
Now its a BAD DAY bitch.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Great Minds
Do think alike! I love when cute little tracker girls and I shop at the same shoe stores.
Friendly Warning
There's not much in Second Life that gets under my skin, I'm a pretty tolerant guy.
I admit, when people steal my prey I can get a little indignant. I mean, its one thing if a tracker does it. That's expected, more or less, but for the most part a loose code of professional conduct stops most of us trackers from stealing and pushes us toward sharing.
Now if a general citizen helps a prey and cock blocks a scene, that can be frustrating, but the worst transgression has to be when a man in BDS jeans tries to take a tracker's prey. That shit is just infuckingexcusable.
So imagine my seething anger recently when, while enjoying a good rape scene with a fine "somewhat willing" piece of ass behind Sassy's store, this sissy bitch of a man tries to steal my catch. Not help her mind you, but steal her for his own use.
After some frustration, I was able to keep him busy while I finished dumping my hot jizz into the girl. Then, I turned my attention to this dude.
Let my response to him be a warning to any other men in jeans that try to trick the Trick.
I figured if he wanted to taste the girl I was using so badly, I could accomodate him by letting him clean her taste off of my cock.
I will say that despite his women only profile he didn't resist as much as I thought he would, so I cock slapped his face a few times and let another load loose on his face. The next time you want a taste of tracker cock boy, just feel free to jump in on any of us seasoned trackers. Perhaps we can make this the customary response to cock blocking sissies that prey-jump?
Enjoy your "taste" of a BAD DAY bitch.
I admit, when people steal my prey I can get a little indignant. I mean, its one thing if a tracker does it. That's expected, more or less, but for the most part a loose code of professional conduct stops most of us trackers from stealing and pushes us toward sharing.
Now if a general citizen helps a prey and cock blocks a scene, that can be frustrating, but the worst transgression has to be when a man in BDS jeans tries to take a tracker's prey. That shit is just infuckingexcusable.
So imagine my seething anger recently when, while enjoying a good rape scene with a fine "somewhat willing" piece of ass behind Sassy's store, this sissy bitch of a man tries to steal my catch. Not help her mind you, but steal her for his own use.
After some frustration, I was able to keep him busy while I finished dumping my hot jizz into the girl. Then, I turned my attention to this dude.
Let my response to him be a warning to any other men in jeans that try to trick the Trick.
I figured if he wanted to taste the girl I was using so badly, I could accomodate him by letting him clean her taste off of my cock.
I will say that despite his women only profile he didn't resist as much as I thought he would, so I cock slapped his face a few times and let another load loose on his face. The next time you want a taste of tracker cock boy, just feel free to jump in on any of us seasoned trackers. Perhaps we can make this the customary response to cock blocking sissies that prey-jump?
Enjoy your "taste" of a BAD DAY bitch.
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