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The 499 Booty Calls Of A Wolf-Hybrid Rapper… But Jamari Fox Ain’t 1.
“let me see all the people you messed with.”
“i can’t boo…”
“why not?”
“there is too much.”
“what is too much?”
silence.
that was the rapper wolf-hybrid.
i mentioned in my other entry a couple days ago that i met for lunch.
well, he was at my crib today.
he wanted to come over because he needed to get away.
plus, he wanted to let me hear a single he has been working on.
give him some tips on what he should do as far as his image.
low key: i still got myself “prepared” before he came over.
just in case.
i may have let him knock the dust off.
i know.
it’s been a long time and the way we been flirt texting….
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All Things Confusable.
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?!
Relationships Might B For The Birds
Was there a memo that it was “Break Up With A Nigga” weekend?
So many couples I know were fighting.
I mean, the statuses I saw were crazy.
I had to ask myself:
Do I really want to deal with that shit?
…My Baller Finally Came.
“Are you happy to see me?” I smiled as I kissed the head of his dick.
I sucked on my bottom lip as I saw what waited before me.
Now as you already know, I am not a fan of a big ass dick.
I am pretty much allergic to them.
I was blessed to meet my baller with a nice 8 inch dick.
Small, I know, but that muthafucka knew how to use it.
Many football players aren’t packing major steel.
I think it’s because of their workouts or something.
I don’t know, but all I know is I wanted this football player inside me, in whatever hole could satisfy me.
So My Baller Was Still Here….
“I think I’m getting fat…” He smirked.
I wanted to tell him shut the fuck up so bad…
I licked my finger and slowly traced it down his hot wash board like abs. I was tempted to persuade him if I could use his stomach to hand wash my drawz. I gave him a sly grin and bit my lip because he knew what I wanted. Ray Charles could see that I wanted him to give me a special extra dose of that good stuff. I could not get around this man without wanting him inside me…..
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