i had so much going on that i couldn’t focus on the book.
i still read the chapter in “no more mr. nice guy” tho.
so this one was a pretty short.
it was about my favorite subject:
one that i love to talk about,
but will admit,
on a hiatus from.
so these are my “break free activity answers”.
“NOT FOR STRAIGHT EYES”
we are talking sex on a sunday morning.
most of the content will be pretty graphic.
you been warned…
my love life is doa.
i’m also not getting “good sex”.
i’m not really looking right now,
but if the opportunity presented itself,
i wouldn’t turn it down.
- A – ish
2. A – if anyone asked,
i wouldn’t deny it. 3. A – i’m pretty open about sex.
talking about sex is not scary to me.
i’ll let animals i know personally,
or even the foxhole,
in on how good i’m getting banged. ****
my earliest sexual history:
i started touching myself a a very early age.
i’ve always been turned on by random shit.
in this order:
someone being tied up
dude’s bunz and how it looked as they were fuckin’
watching snow wolves/bunnies getting their brains fucked out by black wolves
anything justin slayer (he turns me completely on)
wolves getting their groceries eaten/being turnt out
foxes/vixens with an extremely fat tail gettin’ fucked good
this doctor making me get naked and touching me
i was a cub and it made me uncomfortable
my family were intense strict christians.
they made sex scary.
at a young age,
they had me feeling like i would go to hell if i had sex.
they wanted me to talk to vixens,
but still instilled this fear of fucking.
i was also getting told in the background that being gay was a sin.
it was a mess.
i would sneak and watch love scenes in movies.
i didn’t start getting into gay porn until my early twenties.
when they would leave,
i would go watch movies that had sex scenes to get off too.
there this one that use to get me off heavy.
it was with wesley snipes in a movie,
“mo better blues”.
he was on top of this vixen,
but the way his ass looked inbetween the sheets:
this was the scene,
but this is the ending of it.
these scenes are when i knew i was starting to really like wolves.
it also didn’t help lookin’ at wolves in gym.
dry humping my neighbor,
who was a vixen,
at her crib while playing “house”.
she liked me to be “her husband” when we played together.
i lost my virginity to a wolf on my aunt’s bed.
i had no fucks to give that day.
she was nasty to me so i looked at it as payback.
ways i acted out sexually:
(sexy wolves fuckin’ transexuals
really cocky masculine hybrids getting topped
missionary position so i can see the his wolf tail moving/contracting
if i see anyone grab a wolf’s ass in a flick
sexy wolves with nice bawdies being dominant
i’ve had a rape fantasy before
i like to watch other animals fuckin in front of me/or listen in
i want to cut down my porn watching/collecting.
i have thousands of flicks to get off to on a rainy day.
i want to stop doing that so much.
that is why i only fuck wolves i’m attracted to.
i can’t just fuck someone because i’m horny.
there has to be “something” about you that turns me on.
i don’t fantasize about anything other than the wolf and me.
i am usually in the moment with him,
which makes the sex so intense with me.
no problems there.
doing this now sans partner.
i’m working on myself and my career.
i think i’ll try a one day a week “jack off” moratorium.
instead of doing it so much,
i will lower my intake of porn for one day out the week.
well i hope so.
i’ll be a force to be reckoned with.
i’m not ashamed of any of this.
is that weird?
see you next week!