Well my dreams have been answered…. Sort of/kind a/not really.

I was walking into the place that provides me great learning and growth, minding my own business when I saw a dude coming in my direction. Since I have a fine nigga detector built into my head, no one else mattered but this particular dude. He was light skinned, a little taller than me, low eyes, slimmish built, and nice ass lips.

When I focused my attention, he looked like my top wolf on all my lists, Devin Thomas. Yup. He looked like “Daddy”.

The story continues…..

As I was walking towards this beautiful dude, he starts to smile at me. I bust out with a smile also, you know, returning the favor. Suddenly, he points his lips out and towards me – I can’t explain the exact action but all I know is it made my booty hole vibrate. It was like he liked what he saw and decided to use his lips to let me know. All the while, he had the bedroom eyes going and…. Just damn.

My only reaction was to head nod and keep it moving.

I know he goes to my school because he had the college student look down. Plus, the school bag was a dead giveaway. You know what they say about college boys?

Regardless, since I do not have the real thing right now – the carbon copy will have to do until I get to ride #11.

More to come!

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“I need a vacation or something because I feel like I am about to give up and I am fighting it.” – Me, in a text

“U need Dick” – Hubby In My Head, responds.

“It’s not that easy. I do not want to give my body away to some random nigga.” – Me, reply.

“I digz” – His, reply

Would dick magically turn everything right?

Continue reading “The Mighty Morphin Magical Power Penis” →

I went out with a friend of mine that I knew for years to an industry event the other day.

I wrote about him in blogs of past. We will call him Hubby In My Head. He is someone that I have crushed on since I first met him and now, almost four years later, we are still going strong as good friends. TOP, dark chocolate, and Spanish brotha and oh so DAMN sexy to me. He is definitely a nigga. Going out with him on a harmless get together felt so great. I sat so close to him as he did me. I slyly flirted with him and he coyly flirted with me. We wrote undercover texts to each other since we were with “The Straights”. He was scared to look in my eyes, but did anyway. I returned the favor with slight peeks. I wanted to touch him but due to the circumstances, I couldn’t. I did manage to squeeze his bicep in a low key fashion (I’m good trust). I made sure I sat next to him at all times. I poked him secretly on his butt cheek as we we walked up the stairs. He quickly put me in a playful headlock.  AAAAAAH. It felt so euphoric.

But there was a slight issue…..

Yup. He already has a husband – and I was Lady GaGa (in that gif).

Why does it seem
, more and more,
everyone is in a relationship… but YOU?

Continue reading “The Single Fox Whores” →

U walk past a group of hood dudes. A couple are staring at you under their fitteds. Blank stares. Does that mean they are gay?

I see that baller I want so badly. I listen to the gossip amongst my news flash Foxes. Rumors swirling. But does that mean he is gay?

That guy who I think checked me out at the grocery store. I caught him staring and then he looked off. Playing duck – duck – DL. Does that mean he wanted me?

Is this whole “yeah he is definitely gay” thing just something to keep us from jumping off a roof because there really isn’t that much gay people at all?

The only people I see goin on and on that someone is gay is women and gay people. Many times the woman is going on “feminine” traits and the gay dude is going on “fantasy”.

Or am I wrong?

That is something I think about, while sipping this wine tonight. I always hear gay people talking about they went down some block and such and such dude(s) stopped and was looking as he walked by. Was this just a figment of his imagination? Or was he really commanding the attention of DL dudes?

If there is so much gay dudes walking around this world today, then why are half of us single and lonely? Let’s do the Math. Let’s say that 35% of out gay people are roaming the United States today. Half of them are black so we will say 15%. Then, the rest is made up of DL and Bi dudes – then that is not a lot for us to work with. Or a really gigantic guessing game that isn’t really much fun.

I always look at dudes as I am doing my daily travels and wonder how much of these dudes checked me out and I did not notice. Or, how much of these dudes I wanted to check me out but they are straight. Because, not for nothing, many on the low dudes are not obvious with their hints and clues. Many dudes that are on the low are pretty much scared you will bust their spot. So chances of them hollering are a risk on their part.

Unless you are a queen who everyone knows gets down, then life for the rest of us is pretty much a challenge. The chat sites only offer so much and it seems like the same ol thing trying to get at you. You think you met someone that may be worth it but it was a false alarm rung way to many times.

So what are we to do? Are we doomed? Or do we just wait around, hoping and praying we catch a sign.

Let a fellow Fox know how you feel?

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Friend calls out the blue.
Tells me he is coming through and he is bringing his cousin over.

Usually that means, “I maybe with someone cute so look presentable”

I was up and together in less than two seconds.

Continue reading “A Football Player Cums In My Crib.” →

You ever meet someone who is not really in the package you wanted, but fits everything else you were looking for?
Well. That is him.

Him has a name. We will call him, “Big”. Not like Carrie from SATC’s Big but Ill explain itself as it goes along.

“I have someone for you!” My friend said excitedly.

Now I don’t know about your friends, but some of my friends do not know exactly what I like. They always try to set me up with some ass douche and expect me to like it. Needless to say, I do not take them seriously when they say they “have someone for me”.

Before I could deny the set up, a cell phone was in my face with a dude on the screen. Foxes, he was kinda cute. Ok not kinda. He was. I could tell he had some swagg off the pose alone.

“What’s wrong with him,” I asked.
“Nothing… Well he is a little short.” Friend says.
“How short? Are we talking midget?”
“Noooo he is like 5’8ish”

I have been feeling pretty open to meeting guys so I said what the hell. My friend gave him my number and we started texting.

Foxes. I won’t lie. He is everything I asked for. He is funny, gets money, and talks major shit to me.

BUT….

And there is that big ol BUT….

After further investigation, turns out he is 18. Yup. The BIG 1-8.

But he speaks very intelligently. After the last 2 yungins, I casted them away for GOOD. But this one seems (keyword) different. So, we will see.

Now if only he can return my phone call, we can see whassup.

(Don’t you hate that?)

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