FOXMAIL

*sighs* Imma make this short….

Okay so about a year and a half ago I meet this guy off of a social media website and we instantly became friends. He lives in VA and I live in ATL and It’s like we clicked on so many different levels and would talk almost everyday. We called each other brothers and would share our things that happened in our daily lives, work, friends, family, and even our sex business and the dudes we were dealing with. I’m going to be honest, he is kinda “loose” and gets around alot with niggas he meets on Jack’d, Twitter, and even FB but he was such a good friend and we always laugh and have alot in common that I never judged him (who am I to judge) and didnt matter because I was so happy to have finally found a friend that I felt that I could talk to about being bi without being judge and vice verse without any obligations for sex.

Well I was wrong. A couple of months ago, I get a text from this friend telling me that he appreciates the fact that I’m always here to listen to him and give him advice, something that he can’t find with all of these niggas that he fucks and that he really feels a connection to me. At first I thought that he was just saying that he likes me as a friend and that I feel like family to him but then he text me on some shit like “Yo, you might hate me for saying this but if I came to ATL, I would beat dat shit outta da frame til you can’t take dat shyt no more”…

Now I ain’t gon lie, that text would be cool if it was another nigga that I was talking to but coming from him it just felt idk “awkward” b/c I never even looked at him in that way. Yeah he sexy, got a nice complexion, teeth, tattoos, nice body and about 6’2 but I just see him as a brother and that from that day forth he been sending me overly-sexual text messages and every time we talk on the phone it always turns into him talking bout that he wanna come see me and that he wanna fuck.

I know that you and your readers might think im crazy for even second guessing this shit and questioning it but I’m just starting to feel like this nigga don’t got an ounce of respect for me. I thought what me and him had was special and that we had a bond like family, but the fact that he texting me all the same shit he text other niggas that he fucks and forgets rubs me the wrong way like “damn nigga I thought you just seem me as a friend and keep that shit to yaself man. I told him that shit is kinda making me feel uncomfortable and to stop but i guess it just goes in one ear and out the other.

When I try to change the convo he just finds his way back to some sex shit and it’s really starting to turn me off from even wanting to talk to him honestly.

So my question is:

1) What do you think I should do, cut him off or take some space?

2) Why do you think that it is so hard to find friends in this lifestyle that actually just like you as a friend and not a potential fuck buddy when they done dealing with other niggas?

MY ANSWER…

Continue reading “f0xmail: My Hoe Doesn’t Understand I Don’t Want His Hoe-licitation. Help!” →

i love the vixen’s over at baller alert.
i usually get more info about whose the hot new baller wolf on the scene,
plus the stories they have usually keeps me glued to my screen.
i hope to get like them one day with a legion of foxes,
wolves,
and hyrbids sending me in their tales.
today’s story is about:

nick young and a vixen who wanted some cash before he dug in her ass.
she claims she didn’t get the right payment her pussy is worth…

Continue reading “This Baller Wolf Fucked Me Like A Two Cent Hoe!” →

he is fine isn’t he?
imagine you bring him home to break your back.
oh he does.
he does it well.
he eats up all your black pudd’n and even wants seconds.

it was a good fuckin’ night.
he leaves.
you never hear from him.
suddenly,
you start experiencing symptoms you never felt before.
things just start going wrong.
you don’t know what the fuck is happening.
well, it starts with that same wolf who you inside you…

Continue reading “He Was Fuckin Me All Kinds of Stupid and Kept Leaving Something Inside Me” →

i thought i admired “the hoe“.
the part played by many gays in this lifestyle.
i have done some “hoe-ish” things,
but i pretty much avoided the trap.
but i use to admire those who slept with all the fine wolves for some reason.
maybe because they used what they had to get what they wanted.
you call.
you cum.
they fucked and sucked because they genuinely liked it.
they even got a few sex videos lying around for bragging rights.
realistically, all hoes grow up sooner or later.
especially when it starts effecting that bread.
you can’t meet genuine friends because everyone is plottin’ to fuck.
i always looked at the “gettin’ wolves” aspect,
but never the “lack of respect“…. until today.
i started to wonder…

Do hoes really win?

Continue reading “I Don’t Want To Be A Hoe Anymore… But Everyone Else Still Does.” →

it was the punch heard around the world.
joseline straight tore into stevie j’s cheating ass.
as amusing as it was,
it was also a sad reality for some.
there is some fox now,
reading this entry,
whose wolf just came on one of his hoe’s butt cheeks after an intense session.

i know i have played the side fox on many of occasions.
i was more an “emotional hoe” than anything else.
i have since learned from those mistakes.
i always felt emotional cheating was the worst of them all.
thank god i never got the “skeet in the fact/bye bye” special.
but, is this to be expected in a lifestyle were wolves want their cake, ice cream, donuts, and steak dinner all in one?
i started to wonder…

Are you okay playing Boyfriend #2, #3, or even #25?

Continue reading “You Can Fuck Other Hoes As Long As You Don’t Kiss Them On The Mouth” →

wolves love sex.
wolves also love vixens can be pretty, cook, and clean…
but if her coochie is wack: he will lose interest.
look at halle berry.
one of the most beautiful women in the world and can’t keep a man.
and word on the street is, she has had quite a lot of bone in her.
i had a conversation with a straight wolf yesterday and he made it clear.
if the coochie and head is wack,
he fades to black.
i was amused because he was dead serious.
shit, i feel the same way.
if the wolf has terrible pipe,
i’m out of sight.
(i love rhyming lol)

but, i took the conversation with me.
i started to wonder:

Is your boring butt cheeks keeping you from a Wolf?

Continue reading “Is That Coochie Even Worth Cuffin (Coochie, Coochie Cuffin)?” →