Some Choose To Have Their Pound Cakes Spread While Others Pound Em
the role of the fox.
all for the sake of pleasure and pleasing.
don’t you love it?
in this lifestyle,
it seems being a fox is like being a serial killer.
you feed the neighborhood rats with body parts.
when you choose to receive instead of give,
or do both,
it opens up for many opinions and criticism.
“ugh i mean…”
Whats the big deal with being a fox?
i like being a fox.
i never banged someone out before.
had no desire to.
it has nothing to do with being feminine at all.
i just like being dominated.
(powerful) aggressive masculine men are sexy as shit.
having one on top of you is even better.
see what i did there?
i’ll eat and squeeze the life out his cakes,
maybe stick a finger in,
but i’m not interested in penetration.
i have had my gang of criticism because of what i chose to do:
“i mean i hate people who still use labels. i’m whatever and i like it that way.”
1) that’s a label 2) youz a hoe 3) get the hell out my face with that bullshit.
“its so un-natural to just want dick only…”
no, whats unnatural is your blown out bootyhole so this is why you are forced to use ya pipe…
“you wouldn’t use your dick? that’s so weird.”
nope and even if i did, i wouldn’t use it on you..
“you are single because you aren’t a vers.”
funny your last relationship ended because you/both cheated and right now you’re single so….
“straight people have labels. we’re gay so we shouldn’t…”
well because of that, you have no direction and it has you looking ran thru on gay blvd so again…
i’m a smart ass and can do this all day and night.
i promise you.
the thing is,
it doesn’t matter what we choose to do (or don’t),
men are too concerned with sex to take anyone serious these days.
you can be masculine or feminine,
the fucker or fuckee,
we are just a potential man somone is trying to fuck… and that’s pretty much it.
so my role really doesn’t matter at this point because everyone has chosen to be a label: hoe.
being “the fox”.
why do people look down on you because of it?
does being a free spirit really guarantee you to be chose?
or does it mean you just have three body parts that can rack up the miles?
i really don’t give a fuck what role you are.
none of my business.
all i ask is you do it safely.
i do give a fuck about what i do and who i want.
i’ve had vers not even ask me for dick.
they liked me enough to respect my choice.
(choice tho… like i’m choosing to keep his baby or some shit smh.)
all i want is for someone to love the shit out of me and fuck me passionately stupid.
is that so wrong?
so i started to wonder…