I use to be scared of the dick.
Now I throws lips to the shit.
Handles it like a real bitch….

Yet, Lil Kim is alone… and a face full of crazy.
She has a wall so high up that a nigga needs a hurdle to get over it.
Trina has boasted that she is the baddest bitch,
but there is yet to be a ring on that finger.
She was sending crying pictures to Kenyon Martin after he dropped her ass.
That doesn’t sound like the “baddest bitch” to me.
Evelyn Lozada probably has some great Spanish twat,
but it left her engaged for 9 years to Antoine Walker and putting up with bullshit from Ochocino.
She politely told him on national TV that if he wants to fuck some other bitch,
she will buy the condoms.
She also told him that she needs to “like the girl” if they decide to menage.
Excuse me, say what now??!?
… and these are just Vixens!
Don’t even get me started on the gay side of the fence.
Because realistically, we are all a hot ass mess on this side of town.

Every muthafucka thinks their shit is official.
I sometimes have to roll my eyes when I see/hear/smell that bullshit.
We listen to these rap divas and real life bitches and take on their sexual persona.
On social media and even real life,
everyone is bragging they have the tightest walls or the official throat.
But, if all it took was some bomb dome or good Foxtail to “keep a Wolf in the house“…
why is you alone in the crib doing Kegals?
Or, you sitting on a chat site all damn day  going through men like jock straps in the NFL?
Just stop it….

You could have some nice plump lips from “Casa De La SupaHead“,
or even the fattest ripest ass that would put Buffy the Body to shame,
but my question is…

Why are you still single?

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I guess it starred YOU, WOLF, because I don’t know who “he” was.

I had the most intense sex dream last night.
It traveled with me the entire day.
I woke up and nearly started to masturbate.
In in the dream, it starred some Wolf I never met, Me… and a Fox.

Oh yeaaaahhhhh… it was pretty raunchy.

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Foxes, check this scenario!

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? 

Have you ever dealt with the Head Wolf?

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Does anyone remember this video?

CLICK HERE TO SEE SCORPION IN ACTION

Who doesn’t remember that video?
I got many a great nutz off to that foXXX back in the day.

Sexy ass Wolf.
Scorpion tattoo… ON HIS DICK (you already know how I feel about Scorpios)
Fucking a Fox on top of an Isuzu truck. 

Well, rumors were saying he died.
Some were saying jail.
I even heard some saying a mental institution.
Due to some trusty Fox field work,
I found him…

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Industry Nights.

So I have started going more places as far as “the industry”.
It is actually a very interesting world behind the scenes.
You get first hand dirt on all the rumors.
All the scandals.
And people in front the scenes aren’t as glamorous as they seem.
I think that has been the biggest eye opener.
I haven’t seen anything too scandalous,
but I have been around people I perceive to be as such.

I keep asking myself when will they show their true colors?
Everything is perfect now, but when will they strike?
Or, should I relax and not mentally sabotage shit?

I am trying to be something.
Anything that requires me to be great.
You know this.
I know this.
But, it is a process.
A lot of hand shakes, fake smiles, lusting eyes, and broken promises.

I went to an industry event for NYE.
It was cool.
No one I was interested in really showed up…
…well, this Wolf did but he seemed to have a lot on his mind.
He looked… mad.
I kept looking at him and wondering if he broke up with someone?
If a deal he was trying to get fell through?
Or, if he was just pissed off at all the holiday spirit?

I could tell he was muscular as hell under that black cardigan.
Everything fit him so well.
He kept looking at me, but my people were not with his people.
I was too intimidated to even go up to him to start a convo.
Well not really, I was more so observing his swagga.
He was a “someone” because everyone was either kissing that ass or giving handshakes.

He did hold the elevator door open for me as I was leaving with my group.
He did smile at me on the ride down.
He did wish me a happy new year as he waited for me to walk out.
His bald head and lips were the focus of my thoughts.

“I would love to sit on his face as I held onto that bowling ball.” I thought.

I guess there will be more of this as I travel deep in the industry.
I hope to be a better Terrance Dean about my Wolves.
I do not want those kind of hot Fox scandals.
I just want to be appreciated for my talents… as well as that “cum back” appeal.
I’ll meet some great material to write about.
I feel good about 2012.

This should be an interesting year.

😉

I don’t mean to speak ill on the dead…

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