I use to be scared of the dick.
Now I throws lips to the shit.
Handles it like a real bitch….

Yet, Lil Kim is alone… and a face full of crazy.
She has a wall so high up that a nigga needs a hurdle to get over it.
Trina has boasted that she is the baddest bitch,
but there is yet to be a ring on that finger.
She was sending crying pictures to Kenyon Martin after he dropped her ass.
That doesn’t sound like the “baddest bitch” to me.
Evelyn Lozada probably has some great Spanish twat,
but it left her engaged for 9 years to Antoine Walker and putting up with bullshit from Ochocino.
She politely told him on national TV that if he wants to fuck some other bitch,
she will buy the condoms.
She also told him that she needs to “like the girl” if they decide to menage.
Excuse me, say what now??!?
… and these are just Vixens!
Don’t even get me started on the gay side of the fence.
Because realistically, we are all a hot ass mess on this side of town.

Every muthafucka thinks their shit is official.
I sometimes have to roll my eyes when I see/hear/smell that bullshit.
We listen to these rap divas and real life bitches and take on their sexual persona.
On social media and even real life,
everyone is bragging they have the tightest walls or the official throat.
But, if all it took was some bomb dome or good Foxtail to “keep a Wolf in the house“…
why is you alone in the crib doing Kegals?
Or, you sitting on a chat site all damn day  going through men like jock straps in the NFL?
Just stop it….

You could have some nice plump lips from “Casa De La SupaHead“,
or even the fattest ripest ass that would put Buffy the Body to shame,
but my question is…

Why are you still single?

Continue reading “Dear G-Spot, My Bomb Pussy Needs A Permanent Dick.” →

I can picture you in a black leotard and high heels.

You have 2 other dancers next to you.
Your smile is infectious.
As you adjust the wedgie out of your butt cheeks, you get into position.
1, 2, 1, 2 3…

… if you are going to do it, at least shave those hairy legs.

Seriously though, we all grew up with the impression we would be married one day.
Some of us watched our parents live a fairy tale life of wedding bliss.
Well, some.
Others watched a single mother busting her ass to make sure her kids were fed.
But as Foxes, Wolves, and Hybrids our dreams of marriage look kinda bleak.
Wolves do not want to get tied down.
Foxes and Hybrids want an emotional “ring” to make them feel complete.
In a world where sex comes first and a relationship is a question mark,
can a Fox really get married?
Would a Wolf actually want to cuff a Fox or Hybrid with two simple words with a priest behind them?
Or, is this all just a cute little fantasy to play with toys?
I had to wonder…

Is gay marriage impossible?

Continue reading “If You Like It, Don’t Just F*ck Me Good! Buy Me A Ring!” →

Aggression.

I do not know about anyone else,
but I am HIGHLY attracted to a Wolf who is aggressive.
You see the pictures I put up in MEAT.
All Wolves who give the impression that they will actively pursue me (and fuck my brains out).
As a Fox, we are more than likely drawn to aggression.
Which is kind of why we like MEN in the first place.
It can be a turn on and something different than the norm.

A Wolf who chases us!
One we are attracted to also!
Eureka!

But what if you are in the radar of a Wolf whose only aggressive when he wants some ass?
He has no job and no kind of independence… but when he wants some sex, he is on the hunt?
What happens when he is absolutely perfect… except when it comes to making money and being a “man”?
And how bad is it when YOU as a Fox, Hybrid, or even Vixen has bigger BALLS than the Wolf you are fucking?

How do we spot the “Fools Gold” Wolf?

Continue reading “Just Look Good, Fuck Me Great, and Pick Up My Dry Cleaning.” →

Foxes, check this scenario!

You go over a Wolf’s crib on late night.
You are both laughing and talking.
Things are looking like a +.
He pulls you close and you already knows what that means.
You are ready for some of that great cheek poking.
He whispers in your ear:

“Just give me some head.”

…and that is it.
Nothing else.
Just head.
He is what you would call “The Head Wolf” and he is only interested in you giving him dome.
He is usually fine as hell and only about your mouth meeting his dick for a passionate rendezvous.
But, is it wrong when you want more than to be some Wolf’s head-line act? 

Have you ever dealt with the Head Wolf?

Continue reading “I Don’t Feel Like Giving Head Tonight” →

Straight, but comfortable and confused, Wolves are the devil.

On one aspect, I am attracted to them because all the gay Wolves who are deep in this lifestyle are strange.
They do/have something that turn me off.
It could be the messiness or club hopping (aka more messiness) that I cannot handle.
But, the “Straight” Wolves I tend to attract/attracted to always have some quality that I like.
Be it they are always curious about me, or they are masculine with a hint of shyness.
I always seem to attract the great ones I could never really have.
But I started to wonder…

Am I doomed to a life of attracting “kinda comfortable confused” Straight Wolves?!

Continue reading “All Things Confusable.” →

We all have an Inner Hoe…

… and it seems to always emerge ESPECIALLY in this damn lifestyle!
Although I think some of you hoes lost the battle and just traded places.
I know a few that keep their Inner Hoes contained properly.
Only to let them out when we are about to have sex with their Wolves/the right ones.
Others, however, I have seen keeping theirs in their back pockets or even as their own Gods.
But, what if you aven’t had it in so long that your Inner Hoe is starting to rebel?
Do you find the nearest Bible and repent?
Or, do you keep Inner Hoe in a cage until you meet the right person to let loose on?

How well have you trained your Inner Hoe?

Continue reading “My Inner Hoe Is a Bad Influence on my Life!!!!” →