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lowkey: i wonder who the wolf is in this scenario?

i noticed that ever since frank ocean “came out“,
more females are interested in getting that pipe.
i know a few vixens who said:

“i dont give a fuck if he is gay! i’d still fuck him!”

i know females who got wet off the letter.
even at the concert,
vixens all around me were creating tidal waves in their panties when he was on stage.
i don’t know if it is the music or the fact he is attractive that did it,
but his pussy count has definitely gone up.
so my question is this…

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Have you ever told a Straight Wolf about you?

Not any Straight Wolf, but the one you real cool with.
He is pretty much your best friend (do people still have those these days?)
He will call you when he was Vixen, or any problem for that matter.
He has no issue taking off his shirt or walking around in his drawz.
But, he will also, for some odd reason, act like you are his man… low-key.
And then when you think the coast is clear for you to be bold,
he says:

“YO CUT THAT GAY SHIT OUT…”

but will then do some other suspect shit on a later date.

…HUH?

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So this morning Foxes,
I did something that changed my whole world.
….And it might just might change yours.

I was standing at the train platform,
When I turned to my right and this fione muscular dude was standing right next to me.

Not only was he standing next to me but he was also hovering around me. I was peepin Daddy out the corner of my eye, but I didn’t want to look uber excited. So I just went with the flow. I wanted to snap his body shot but I was tryna read the signs that were coming at me.

When he turned around, that is when I was visually inspecting the merchandise. Foxes, he looked like a muscular shorter version of Cam’ron. Like, “Confessions of Fire” Cam. Not… “I May Have HIV” Cam.

So when the train came, we walked onto the same car and I stood and he sat. He decided to sit closer to wear I was standing. There was an empty seat next to him so I decided it was in my best interest to sit next to him. I took off my headphones, paused Eminem, and sat there for a minute.

It looked like a winner so take a risk. I didn’t know what to say though!!

He had on basic summer apparel. Stuff that I would wear if I was lounging. He had on some olive-green baggy shorts, a white wife beater, his t-shirt on his shoulder, and some kicks.

Nothing about that was “yo where u get that from?” type of opening statement. He had a gold bracelet on but I was interested…….

…… But I did see his tattoo on his arm. And what a massive arm it was. The tattoo laid nicely on his bicep.

I took a deep breath and I tapped him on said bicep. He took off his headphones and I asked him…

“Yo where did u get your tattoo done at?”
“Oh, downtown in the city.”

Deep voice. Spanish.

“Oh its nice. I am tryna get a tattoo also but, I don’t know where to go.”
“Yeah in the city is nice.”
“How much did you pay for yours?”

He looked down and rubbed his arm.

“Like, 600.”
“Wow.” I gasped.

I wasn’t about to pay 600 for a tattoo.

So he said where he got it done at again and then put his headphones back on. It was a lot of eye fuckin from both parties. He took them back off and,…

“I am tryna get another tattoo.”
“Oh really? Where?”
“Right here.” He replied, and pointed to his other arm and rubbed that and his pec.

I lost my mind for 2 seconds.

“Oh that would be cool.”
“Yeah.”

He laid his head against the window, paused for a minute, and then….

“So where u stay?” He asked, looking at me.

I told him…

“Where do u live?” I replied.

I could not stop looking at his nice pink lips.

“I live downtown (and said his address.)”
“Oh thas wassup.”
“I know a lot of people who do tattoos.”
“Oh really? I do too but no one can help me.”
“Well take my number.”

U read right.

I took his number and showed him to confirm. I told him I would text him mine….

“Aight cool.” He said smiling.
“What’s your name?” I asked.

We will call him, Cam.

“Cam.”
“Mine is Jamari.”
“Nice to meet u.”
“Same.”

He put his headphones on and went back to laying down. When it was my spot, I tapped him on the bicep and told him…

“Nice to meet u.”
“U too. Take care.”

… And that was that.

Even if nothing happens, I made the effort to go after what I wanted. I am more proud I took action instead of doing the usual bs.

Nothing.

Pat on my back if I do say so myself.

“This is easier than I thought.” I thought to myself.

Yup.

Later.

Brought 2 u by the F0xberry

I would let him fuck me until I am light skinned.

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