would you tell people you had that?
yeah all these fine straight and baller wolves out here.
online especially.
i know.
it could be overwhelming.
you see them shirts off,
asses out,
and prints in tact and you want to be the one to say:

“i had that.”

when you’re 86 and looking back on your life,
fuck wealth and how comfortable you are,
you can pat yourself on the back for all the pipe/ass you had.
in life however,
you are going to meet a lot of people who claim they had such and such.
hell they may claim they had you.
in a world where you aren’t as good as who you fuck,
and the bigger the sexuality secret you expose the better,
i had to wonder…

Why are so many people trying to expose someone else’s private parts?

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choices.
we all have choices in life.
in the concrete forest,
you get the luxury of variety.
you can choose between what you want for breakfast,
what type of transportation to get where you are going,
or what things you choose to associate yourself with.
that’s the beauty of life in general.
when it comes to wolves,
i find that some of us don’t apply that rule.
we meet one wolf,
in one great situation,
and hold onto that hope he will be the one.
what we don’t realize is he met you,
in one great situation,
and he has twenty others in rotation for “the one”.
don’t think for a second when he isn’t talking to you that he is alone.
so when it comes to dating…

The more more choices; the better?

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so the text conversation took an interesting turn that night.
i was in the middle of watching monster’s university when sex the topic was.
well not how you would think:

“i won’t even fuck a bitch if a nigga in there.
don’t even think a bitch eatin my ass either.”

“but you would let her give you the sloppiest of throat?”

“yeah thats normal.
that other shit i aint with it.
if other niggas are thats on them.”

“wow sounds boring.”

i was starting to think my straight wolf was a prude.
or am i just a whore?
how did this all start, you ask?
well lets a trip back real quick.
it all started when i mentioned what my niece was telling me…
and this is NSFW,
18^,
and not for the straights...
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what does this picture mean to you?
everyone will have a different meaning.
art is meant to have your own perception.
this is how i took it….

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at last.
at last,
at fuckin’ last.
you finally met “him”.
not just any “him”,
but the one you were lookin’ for.
i’m also hearing “him” is a baller too.
well good job!
life can suddenly make sense when you meet “him”.
it can make every day feel like a disney movie.
the suns shines extra bright.
whistlin’ dixie in the streets.
random animals singing inspirational love songs
for some of us,
we get so involved in “him”,
that we slowly start to become “him”.
everything starts to take a back seat including people you knew.
i never understood why some people let “him” take over their lives.
especially if “him” makes you change who you are.
or is this always who you were?
people talk all this tough shit about not gettin’ whupped,
but as soon as some new dick cums in their life,
they like casper the friendly ghost on ya ass?
where are ya?
i don’t see ya no mo.
i had to wonder…

Why do we get so bussy whipped?

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control.
your control.
control in what you say.
control in what you do.
are you really doing it your way?
some of us in life want to be in control of everything.
we have to make sure things go smoothly.
when they don’t,
it can equal a disaster.
for the rest,
they live life on their terms.
they have fun and jump head first.
rocks or water,
who cares!
just jump and pray god has your back towards the bottom.
i had to ask…

Do you like to always be in control?

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