*the following entry is rated r with triggering imagery.
viewer discretion is strongly advised.
it’s no surprise that some males are wild animals when it comes to someone sexy.
they will go outta their way to touch your merchandise like they own the joint.
you see how difficult it is out here for vixens.
my friend was just telling me how some jackals were howling at her as she walked by.
HER MAN WAS RIGHT NEXT TO HER TOO.
they had no fucks to give and I wonder what would have happened if she was alone?
even when you’re at a strip club,
they tell you not to touch any of the strippers unless requested.
so when foxholers sent me the following video today,
I had one question…
a foxholer sent me this story and its quite a doozy.
i would hate for my wolf to die and all his secrets came flying out.
from the illegal activities to the side hoes.
fuck planning his funeral.
put him in a suitcase and let the state deal with it.
deshawn mcmanus was shot and killed on feb. 9th in north carolina.
( x read it here )
his girlfriend was mourning his death on social media as she should:
up until the “gotcha gotcha”…
“i really needed to get out,” i said,
walking behind davis towards the restaurant.
i’ve been cooped up in my crib for the last few months.
the only thing i’ve done is go to get groceries and haircuts.
i haven’t seen a restaurant since february due to the rona.
the new wolf i started talking to,
wanted to take me out to a restaurant in the city.
it was doing limited capacity,
but we were still able to eat inside.
“what you tryna order?” i asked,
looking at my girl’s nails.
her favorite color.
she is always so indecisive.
it annoys me because i already know what i want,
but it takes her forever to make a decision.
i wanted to get out because i was tired of hearing her mouth.
she always complains that i don’t pay attention to her.
this should shut her…
jamari walked in the door and WHO THE FUCK is that pineapple with him…
we didn’t speak when we walked into my apartment.
there was nothing to say really.
this has been a build up since we first laid eyes on each other.
“i’m not hungry.” i said, while we were at dinner.
“why not?” he said, a look of disappointment on his face.
“i don’t want to eat anything because we are gonna fuck tonight.”
his eyes lit up.
“i’ve waited a long time for you.
i want to fuck.”
that’s when he knew i wasn’t playing any games and quickly asked for the check…
“Pull the U-haul around.”
even though i was getting help,
it has been a long day.
it’s been raining on and off so it really set the mood for packing.
it was the perfect day to say goodbye…
he was told the proper steps in cleaning himself out.
it was weird af to him that he had to shit his brains out before every sexual encounter.
unless a vixen was on her period,
he didn’t think it was this much of a hassle to have sex.
well you can’t have gay sex without making sure you are fully clean and an empty stomach.
those were the rules so he spent hours making sure the water after the enema was clear.
“If you shit on me,
that would not make me happy.” – was what was told to him.
he never did it before so take a chill pill.
he doesn’t even have gay friends to show him the ropes either.
thank God he found a “before anal sex” guide on google.
before all of this,
he was homophobic af,
but he got approached with the opportunity of a lifetime…