vixen freaking out because of meteor explosion.
when i saw this gif on tumblr,
i had to sniff around for that video.
its the fox way…
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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?

x whats a fox?

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…

Whats the big deal with being a fox?

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im cosigning these smirnoff pineapple ice dranks.
between them and the raspberry burst joints.
i had three with my dinner tonight.
#dinnerfor1
#yes

lowkey: i like having background noise on while i eat.
so i put on this album here:

that tip toe joint:

i think tamar won.
although i really don’t want to imagine her and vince smashin’..

everyone meet jacque.
special delivery in my box.
signed, f-bi.
i think i want to see more of jacque’s package.
how about you?

“i mean he cute.
*looks at him with judgment*
ok he is totally not my type.
he has no hair on his head,
he looks like he is 7 months pregnant,
and his style is something out last year’s tj maxx catalog.
*now with non judgment*
he is nice and makes he laugh.
i just don’t… know…
what do i know?
the last couple wolves who were my type were dogs.
i don’t even know if you would call them dogs.
dogs are at least loyal.
these were… pack rats.
they just waited to get my goodies,
snuck in this muthafucka on some late night shit,
and then they ran.
i was told you have to kiss a few frogs to meet your prince.
well i must have kissed the whole damn swamp!
somehow i ended up in africa and now i’m on a date with a wildebeest.
smh.
so do i give him a chance?
or do i polite turn him down?
i mean he is paying for this date and hasn’t hinted about having my legs on his shoulders.

the last wolf couldn’t even pay for a honey bun at the bodega,
yet he could afford to buy weed faithfully.
whats a boy to do?….”
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lb4 wanted to know what you can expect on jack’d and grindr.
well a wolf-bi decided to send in a sample for show and tell this morning…

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