from a young age, i knew i wanted to be a bottom (fox).
i had an attraction to wolvesas a cub,
but at the time,
i knew i wanted to be “the wife”.
i was a cub so that’s how i described it.
when it came to what i liked,
it never changed. i had a strong affinity to the man’s man.
with dating vixens,
it was preconditioned i was “that male i was attracted to”,
but it didn’t come natural because i yearned for something more.
well as more studies come out about the gay life,
the more i may have been onto something.
researchers have discovered why some of us like being:
clean, lay down, spread em, legs back, breath, stretch, shake, turn around, face down, tail up, grind, pound, ouch, rinse, swallow, rest, repeat… maybe? the role of the fox.
all for the sake of pleasure and pleasing. don’t you love it?
in this lifestyle,
it seems being a fox is like being a serial killer. you feed the neighborhood rats with body parts.
when you choose to receive instead of give,
or do both,
it opens up for many opinions and criticism. “why you…” “ugh i mean…” “what the…”
when the wolves look down <<<<< like who you plan on fuckin’, negro?
it kills me the mass hysteria it creates that i had to ask…
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,
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…