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I Like Scambled Eggs

Remember this comment from yesterday…

“Did you see that ass when him and Tera was getting busy!
Man I loved eggs on Tru Blood.
He can get it.”  – MSM

Well for those who need a silent recap…

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Paint The Town “Fox”

Industry Nights.

So I have started going more places as far as “the industry”.
It is actually a very interesting world behind the scenes.
You get first hand dirt on all the rumors.
All the scandals.
And people in front the scenes aren’t as glamorous as they seem.
I think that has been the biggest eye opener.
I haven’t seen anything too scandalous,
but I have been around people I perceive to be as such.

I keep asking myself when will they show their true colors?
Everything is perfect now, but when will they strike?
Or, should I relax and not mentally sabotage shit?

I am trying to be something.
Anything that requires me to be great.
You know this.
I know this.
But, it is a process.
A lot of hand shakes, fake smiles, lusting eyes, and broken promises.

I went to an industry event for NYE.
It was cool.
No one I was interested in really showed up…
…well, this Wolf did but he seemed to have a lot on his mind.
He looked… mad.
I kept looking at him and wondering if he broke up with someone?
If a deal he was trying to get fell through?
Or, if he was just pissed off at all the holiday spirit?

I could tell he was muscular as hell under that black cardigan.
Everything fit him so well.
He kept looking at me, but my people were not with his people.
I was too intimidated to even go up to him to start a convo.
Well not really, I was more so observing his swagga.
He was a “someone” because everyone was either kissing that ass or giving handshakes.

He did hold the elevator door open for me as I was leaving with my group.
He did smile at me on the ride down.
He did wish me a happy new year as he waited for me to walk out.
His bald head and lips were the focus of my thoughts.

“I would love to sit on his face as I held onto that bowling ball.” I thought.

I guess there will be more of this as I travel deep in the industry.
I hope to be a better Terrance Dean about my Wolves.
I do not want those kind of hot Fox scandals.
I just want to be appreciated for my talents… as well as that “cum back” appeal.
I’ll meet some great material to write about.
I feel good about 2012.

This should be an interesting year.

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My Sexual Chocolate Fantasy Wolf Lover

As you can always tell, I keep STEADY Wolf rotation.

Lance Gross was my current LOVER on my right side, but he got REPLACED.
My No Name Sexual Chocolate Fantasy Wolf Lover from THIS entry is my current LOVER of the moment.
I’m sure Daddy Devin will understand.

Well, one of my special Wolves who always keeps me up to date hit me up with an expected present in my email.
He found a picture of my Sexual Chocolate Fantasy Wolf Lover…
…but in a compromising position…

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Sit Me In The Back Please

I close my eyes and I open them to what I so uniquely imagine….

I am sitting in a restaurant.
I’m in a black booth with red leather seats.
It is shaped like a dysfunctional cupcake.
I am far in the back.
I’m not the type to be all in the front.
That is where it is easy access for everyone to bother and stare at me.
I despise people staring at me.
I am in a special VIP seating where only the big ballers pay.
I was one of those big ballers at last….

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You a Non-MUTHAFUCKIN-Factor

This was a tough week for me.

Lord KNOWS I was going through the washing machine called “The Struggle“.
But, even though I went through all the bullshit,
I still remained calm, cool, and Fox-like and just gave it all to the man above.
Therefore, making me see my blessings rather than my struggles.

Does this mean I am on my way to being in a better place?

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