Terror Firsthand #55: Out With the Old, In With The New

 ©Terror Firsthand is a fictional blog series that was created in 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Photos are reenactments and dramatization. The following story is for mature audiences only. Please, do not try anything dangerous at home. 

Warning: extreme terror, explicit sexual content 

Terror Firsthand: Out With The Old, In With The New 

In Phoenix recording a diss 

The next day I woke up and ate a plain bagel with blueberry cream cheese and drank a strawberry soda water. I fed Big C and then went hiking. I weighed myself and I learned that the diet plan that I was on was really working. 

After that, I went on XXXazzNTIts.com and saw that the fake ad had been removed. I was delighted. I then took out my microphone and recording gear, and recorded a diss. I started dissing GD6Star and I told the world that I am not affiliated with him anymore. I said that he only paid me $1,100 for the Pimping Bacc In Style song. I exposed everything that happened while I was around him. 

After I finished recording the diss, I posted it to social media. I didn't want people to think that I was close to GD6Star just because I made the song with him. I knew that once I posted the diss, people would know that I was trying to replace GD6Star with someone better and more helpful and respectful. Someone who appreciated me for me, and not trying to turn me into what they wanted me to be. Someone that wouldn't bully me and spread fake lies on me, just because it didn't work out with them. 

Someone who isn't cheap and likes to spend money. Someone who doesn't complain about every little thing that I do. Someone that understands that two women dancing together or kissing in the mouth is just as gay and unnatural as two men doing it. The world knew that me replacing GD6Star was coming next. After the diss, I received a text from Quentin in Chandler.

What's up, let's link up tonight. I have a bill that I have to pay.

I texted back and said, 

I can't link up tonight. I'm too busy. 

He text back and said, 

I need the money. I need about $500. I'm at my other job right now and the bills keep piling up. 

I texted back and said,

I'm sorry that I can't help. I'm trying to get some money myself. 

Quentin, who is older than me, obviously assumed that I was a wealthy sugar mama because that's the way I carried myself when I saw him. That was the first impression that I gave him. I never mentioned any poverty when I was around him. 

In tent chilling 

I was no where near rich and his bills actually costed more than I could afford. If I had the money, I would spend it. The only downside to that is, most wealthy people that have sex with alot of escorts often get sued or involved in too many sleezy scandals in the long run. The escorts and house workers would be suing me and framing me left and right like I'm P. Diddy. If people would frame me when I'm broke, they'd certainly come for my money if I was rich. 

Lesbian and bi women would be trying to defame me and scam me just like a broke man would. They'd be telling lies and acting like I'm having sexual relations with the same gender. If I'm around them, they'd tell people that I tried to rape or molest them or their child. When I turn their funky ass bodies down, they're going to hate on me like they're sick. People are going to think I'm gay, and I never wanted a woman and I've never came onto them. Undercover gay women do some sickening, greedy, pathetic, spiteful, scum of the earth type s*it. It's disgusting and I always have to watch my own back.

If I was rich, the jealous downlow lesbians and gays will lie and say that I'm into that kind of lesbian stuff and I'm not. They would try to trick all of the straight single men into believing that I went "that way" at some point in my life and I never did. It's sickening to the max. It's some real sickos in the world, and they will stop at nothing to embarrass, con, and destroy someone that they are jealous of. I know all of this because I've already been through it before, and I'm not even rich.

Sometimes being rich doesn't work out the way that you think it will. If I was rich and famous, everyone would want all of my money, until I have nothing left and sitting in prison. I still wouldn't survive. Like the great late rapper Biggie Smalls said, Mo money, Mo Problems. 

I sat around all day smoking cannabis and preparing for my singing lesson, which was only one day away. I went back to the laundromat to wash my blankets and sheets. I'm a neat person. One thing I hate, is sleeping on dirty sheets, especially in a tent. There are a lot of ticks and bed bugs that could get on them if they're not washed often.

I wanted to permanently replace GD6Star, so I decided to get on a singles chat line. I saw the number at like 4:00 in the morning on TV. The infomercial was like...

"Looking for hot steamy sex or looking for something wild? Call 1-800-Sex-4you right now! There are so many hot chicks waiting to get on your di*k! Don't wait, pick up the phone and call right now!"

And then the ad on TV said in a very fast voice, 

 "Standard message and data rates do apply. It is free for women to join and 99 cents per minute for men." 

There was bunch of half naked women on there making sexual faces and touching themselves. I picked up the phone so I could join for free. I created my message for the guys and it said in the most sensual, sexy voice I could muster,

"Hi, this is Cinnamon Sugar, and they call me that because my skin is the color of cinnamon and I'm sweet like sugar. I'm thirty something. I'm short and petite. I'm about 125 lbs. I taste just as good as I sound. I'm looking for a hot, sexy, strong, muscular man to fu*k me and lick me all night long. If I sound like someone you want to meet, message me now. " 

In the bed on the chat line 

After that, the automated system said that I had to wait a few minutes for the message to be approved. In the mean time, I listened to some of the guys that were on the line. One of them sounded really sexy. 

"Hi, I'm Darrell. I'm 32 years old. Very athletic, very fit. I'm 5'8, muscular, strong build, browned skinned and I have a good job. I'm a construction firm owner and I just moved here from Fort Worth, Texas. I'm looking for a hot little lady to chill with. Someone who shares similar interests with me and I'm looking for something long term. If you're interested, feel free to send me a message." Said the pre-recorded message.

"Press 1 if you want to chat, press 2 to send a message, press 3 to skip to the next caller." The menu said.

I pressed one. 

"This person has received your request. If they accept, you will be connected." The system said.

"Your ad was not approved. Please go to the main menu and try again." The system said.

I couldn't believe it. What did I do wrong? I thought this was a sex line? I thought I could say what the

f*ck I want? At least that's what the infomercial made it seem like. I went to the main menu and re-recorded the message.

"Hi, this is Cinnamon Sugar, and they call me that because my skin is the color of cinnamon and I'm sweet like sugar. I'm thirty something. I'm short and petite. I'm about 125 lbs. I'm sweet and just as good as I sound. I'm looking for an attractive, muscular man with tattoos. If I sound like someone you want to meet, message me now. " 

On chat line at 4 am 

After I said that, I had to wait again. I listened to some more men and sent in two more requests to chat. A few minutes later I received a message.

"Your ad has been approved. You may now begin connecting with other callers." 

All I had to do was take out the words "f*ck me and lick me all night". The chat line was more square than I thought. Then I received another message.

"Caller 'Darrell' has received your request to chat. Would you like to be connected now? Press 1 to connect, press 2 to reject and go back to the previous menu." I pressed 1.

"Hi? Is this Darrell?" I asked.

"Yes this is him. How are you." He said. He had one of the sexiest, masculine voices I had ever heard. 

"I'm good. You sound sexy as fu*k." I said.

"Well thank you. It's a pleasure meeting you Cinnamon Sugar. I wanna find out if you're as sweet as you really say you are." Darrell said. "Why don't you play with yourself and let me hear you moaning. I'm going to play with my di*k until I come." He continued.

"I don't like masturbating. I don't touch myself. I'm not really into phone sex. I'm into real sex. How about you come f*ck me or I come to you." I requested.

"Do you know where I live? I live in Tuscan." He said.

Tuscan was a long ways from Phoenix. I didn't care. I was horny and I wanted to fu*k. 

"I'll come see you now." I said.

"But you don't even know me. Why don't we get to know each other a little better first. Don't you think you're rushing into things? Besides, I have to pick up my kid in the morning." Darrell said. Nope. I wasn't about to masturbate.

"No. I rather see you in person. How do I not know you're a catfish? Send me your Instagram handle." I said. 

I really did not want to get into his personal life. I did not want small talk. I didn't care about his job, if he had kids, or any of that. I just wanted to f*ck.

"It's MrDarrellIsBack. " He said.

I went to his IG and he looked real sexy in his pictures. He had a lot of likes and looked normal. He had pictures of himself holding bottles of alcohol, pictures in the club, pictures in the gym, pictures with no shirt on- showing his six pack, and pictures of him at his construction firm office.

"You look sexy. I want to come to Tuscan and see you in person." I said.

"Alright just call me baby. We can link up. My number is 555-555-5555." He said. 

After that, I disconnected the chat and was taken back to the main menu, where the other callers that requested to chat with, had responded. I rejected the requests and got off of the chat line to call Darrell.

On phone with Darrell from chat line 

I called him and he answered.

"So where were we... You want to come to Tuscan huh?" He said, in his sexy, masculine voice.

"Yeah. I want to come now. I can be there by 10 am." I said. 

All I had to do was pack up my camping gear, shower, get dressed, and head to Tuscan. I was willing to drive back to Phoenix and set up all my stuff all over again. 

"Alright. You're not a crazy person or anything are you? You're rushing mighty fast!" Said Darrell.

"No, I was headed to that area today anyways, so I might as well meet you." I said. I was rushing pretty fast though.

"Ok. I'll text you my address." He said. 

"Ok. Please don't stand me up, I'll be there at 10 sharp." I said. 

"I won't stand you up baby." He said.

"Ok bye. See you at 10." I said, and hung up the phone.

I started packing up my gear right away. It was 5 in the morning and I was ready to go. He texted me the address about 15 minutes later. It took me an hour to finish packing and bathing. I didn't even mention to Darrell that I was bringing a dog. I checked out of the campground at around 6:15 am, and then I stopped to get breakfast. I ate pancakes, turkey bacon, and eggs. Then I filled up my gas tank and headed towards Tuscan. 

I arrived in Tuscan around 8 am. I got there pretty early. I pulled over at a truck stop/gas station/ restaurant/ hotel and sat there for a few minutes, while looking for somewhere to stay in Tuscan. I was ready to get out of Phoenix anyway. It was too overpopulated, and I was lacking more privacy. I ended up finding a campground nearby. 

I drove to the campground and went to the shower house to freshen up. I knew I wasn't supposed to do that, but I figured if I was questioned by anyone working there, then I would just tell them that I'm going to pay for a site. 

I freshened up and did my makeup, when I recieved a text from Darrell. It was 9:00 am.

Are you here yet? The text read.

Yes, I am. I'll be there in 30 minutes. I replied.

Okay. He messaged back.

I left the shower house at the campground and drove to Darrell's address. After I got to his house, which was in a okay neighborhood, I called him to tell him that I was outside. He didn't pick up. I called two more times, and he didn't pick up. I walked to this door and rang the doorbell. A woman came to the door. There were little kids running around the whole living room. It looked like daycare in there. 

Darrell's sister and her children at the front door 

"Hi, how many I help you?" The woman asked.

"I'm here to see Darrell." I said.

"Darrell? He didn't say he had anyone coming over here today. Hold on, I'll go get him." Said the woman. 

I did not want to be there anymore. I thought Darrell lived alone. No wonder he only wanted phone sex. He probably didn't even have a job and he probably didn't own a construction firm. A few minutes later a fat sloppy man came to the door. He had a body odor and did not look like the person in the pictures. That was not the same Darrell, I mean it was him, but he had gained weight and was much sloppier. 

"You're not the same man from the pictures! You're much fatter!" I yelled. 

"That's why you should've just let me tap that ass over the phone." He said. "I told you not to rush." 

He smelled like cigarettes and beer. I felt sick to my stomach and unsafe at the same time. I hated the chat line. I'm glad I didn't have phone sex with his ass. He might not even have had a d*ck down there. I wanted to find out.

"Yeah you did say that." I said.

"Come on in." Said Darrell, and he lead me upstairs to his bedroom. There was clothes all over the floor. 

"Make this quick because I left my dog in the car." I said.

"Your dog can play in the back yard. There's a fence back there." He said. That was a nice gesture. "Go get your dog and I'll take a shower." He said. 

I walked back downstairs and went to the car to get my dog. Then I walked him to the backyard and let him run around freely. Then I went back inside the house with Darrell. When I got back to his room, he was in the shower. He came back out moments later with a towel wrapped around him. He told me to get undressed and I did. He stuck his d*ck in me and started pounding me out for about 15 minutes. He had a huge d*ck. After it was over he lit a cigarette. 

At Darrell's house in Tuscan 

"So do you smoke weed? Do you really own a construction firm?" I asked.

"No I don't smoke because of my job. And yes, I work for a construction firm." he said. 

Working for a firm and owning one is two different things. He exaggerated and twisted the truth to sound more impressive.

"Oh that's wassup." I said. 

There was an awkward silence between me and Darrell for long time. I could tell he was embarrassed for lying about his weight and his job. If he would lie about that, what else would he lie about?

"Who was that woman at the door?" I asked.

"That's my sister and those are her kids." Darrell said.

"Oh." I said. I was ready to get the hell out of there. I wanted to smoke a blunt. Before I could tell him I was about to leave, he beat me to it.

"I'm about to go pick up my kid. I'll catch up with you later." He said. It was about 11 am. 

"Okay." I said. I walked out of his house and went to the back yard and saw that Big C had escaped. He was running around the neighborhood and I was scared. I started screaming.

"Big C come here!" I yelled. I saw Darrell walking out of the front door.

"Yo are you alright?" He asked. 

"No I'm trying to get my dog to get in the car." I replied. I was scared that someone would call animal control.

"Oh aight. Because I'm about to go so....." He said.

"It won't take long. I'm leaving soon." I said. 

Big C running around Darrell's neighborhood without a leash 

Big C ran around the front yard and down the street for so long and it took me about an hour just to get him back into the car. I caught him while he was using the bathroom. I left Darrell's house around 12 pm.

I drove back to the campsite where I was and booked a spot there. I set up my camping gear and then grilled some food and relaxed, right before hiking. I knew that I wouldn't see Darrell again. 

Darrell just wasn't my type. I didn't even know his last name. He didn't even smoke weed and he was a liar. I didn't even know if he was really from Fort Worth or not. He could've been from anywhere. He was probably from Arizona. Plus he had a kid and might've been fu*king his baby mother.

There was no privacy in Darrell's house either and he wasn't alone. He probably was a church boy or something. There was nothing "gang" about him. Darrell looked like the type of nigga to listen to gospel music. He might've been a college boy or a mama's boy- I don't know. I didn't hear from him all day. He didn't text me or anything. Darrell definitely wasn't a good rebound. I didn't want to be a piece of meat for a square man like him. I stayed in my tent and ended up listening to instrumentals until I fell asleep.