i love when people keep me on my toes.
the foxhole does when it comes to stories to write about. karaoke,
one of my dear friends,
also does the same.
that’s one of the many things i love about her.
she is extremely intelligent and very pro-ed.
her cub is super smart.
as much as we like to talk shit,
she also sends me activities or articles to keep my brain working.
earlier this week,
she wanted me to try a writing challenge with her.
tired of having sex with a condom? completely over “baby is it still on?” no adult diapers in your future?
well look no further foxes, wolves, and hybrids…
have i got the device for you! introducing raw dawg!. NSFW!…
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?