it’s pretty easy to fall into destructive habits on social media.
before “snap” and “ig“,
if we weren’t in someone’s life any longer,
we truly didn’t know what was happening with them.
it isn’t until we run into them in the supermarket,
or get word of their death,
is when we’ll get an update.
it’s easy to become a lowkey stalker these days.
for the last week,
that has been me.
I found the first wolf that was my first crush
my first “work wolf”,
sans a working environment.
the one who literally opened the door to alla this.
we all have that one.
i fucked up…
can we quickly talk about the press conference that trump had yesterday?
i’m moreso disgusted at this part on that shit show…
Continue reading “Donald Trump Is A Great Debater Under Pressure”
…or is he happy to see me?
i want to say keri hilson won a little bit.
sure she is the running joke amongst town hall crazy beyonce stan meetings,
where they plot more ways to look crazy,
but she managed to capture this…
…to comfort her from all the crazy stan abuse and buy her pretty things.
keri can we pow wow for a sec.
is this picture fact or fiction?…
That is a phrase most of us haven’t heard in a while.
Some of ya’ll: NEVER.
“A date? wtf is that?”
You have to make sure you look good, find the right fit,
and lastly – wonder if he was impressive enough to give him some of that ripe booty.
Wolves and Foxes don’t date anymore.
We kind of just fuck our way into things.
No going to a low-key restaurant and getting to know each other.
Maybe even go grab drinks at a sports bar and talk.
It is date at the crib, boil some sausages, and then deep throat the Wolf’s other sausage.
You know how it goes these days.
Is dating dead amongst Foxes and Wolves?
A Sexual Short starring Jamari Fox
I enter the smoky bar and I look around. I do not see him. I wonder where he could be. I see so many fine ass men in the room and I pray silently that one of these potential dicks is mine. I find a seat at the bar and I ask the bartender to pour me something hard. Hopefully, I will be getting something hard tonight. Something I can wrap my fingers around and caress softly. I like hard things especially attached to beautiful men. I am in the mood to fuck.
“Jamari?” a deep voice asks.
I turn around and I am eye to eye with a pair of the most beautiful round eyes I have ever met in my entire life. I quickly scan down and I am also met with a pair of juicy pink lips. They part into a smile. He likes what he sees.
“Yes?” I say, giving a seductive smile.
Damn. He is gorgeous. His face is sculpted to perfection. He has got to be about a good 6’2. He is taller than me and that is definitely a plus; two something and muscular. Not too much muscle but just right because I can see those beautiful pecs sitting nice underneath his V neck white Tee on his nice caramel complexion. He had alot of tattoos. Hair cut in a wavy fade. His jeans sit on his figure just right. Shoes: all white ones. He is definitely someone I would date. He isn’t a thug or hood. Thank God. He is just a regular sexy ass dude. There is luck on a site like Black Gay Chat.
“How did you know it was me?” I ask, looking at him in his eyes. Making sure I do not lose connection with his.
“I figured it would be you.” He said, biting his lip, “You look like your pictures… but better.”
“Thank you. I can say the same for you too.”
He sits at the bar and we converse for a short while. He tells me that he is fairly new to the lifestyle and was pretty nervous about meeting me. He was about to bail out but did not think it was fair. I was thankful. He heard a bunch of raw queens are usually lurking on that site. I agreed. I ask the basic questions and he asks me the same. Good to know he is single because I am definitely single. He has no kids or no girlfriends. Was he an angel sent from above? Damn. I have been looking for so long and I finally meet male perfection.
“When last have you gotten fucked?” He asks, looking me dead in my eyes and taking a sip of his whatever he was drinking. I was too mesmerized by his lips.