i’ll be honest with you.
back in the day,
dealing with the loneliness of being a fox aka bottom,
i would imagine myself as ^that vixen.
well not that vixen per say,
but something in that package.
light skin.
long wet ‘n’ wavy hair.
a fat ass.
tight pussy.
i would say:
“yeah!
i’d have that fine ass wolf over there!
i’d get him to buy me dis!
take me here!
i’d use my pussy to get the pineapples i wanted!
i’d have every sexy wolf i’d see!”
yup.
#nofuckstogive
i would see a chick like that and get so jealous.
she would be getting all the wolves i wanted.
it would make me feel that those same wolves i liked were only “straight”.
when i say instant depression?
well lately i have stepped outside my insecurities.
hanging out and working with the straights teaches me a lot.
yeah…
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