i really thought since he got his job at 106,
he would calm the fuck down.
every week it’s some new shitwith him. child support. broke.
the other week was supahead filming him as he got dressed from supposedly getting some pussy.
now he is talking about how he losthis virginity on sway’s morning radio show.
i decided to have a fancy get togetherin the pleasure hole tonight. very strict dressed code. no sneakers, jeans, or t shirts. i invited all the finest foxes, hybrids, and wolves in the concrete forest.
ones who know how to dress. i couldn’t decided between light or dark meat as my date tonight…
so why not both?
but why don’t you go to the bathroom….
i think someone you may like is getting ready to come out…
I usually go through little things, but this is just strange.
So you know that Hybrid I wrote about in this entry? Well, I think something has come over me…
…and I do not need the word “come” and “me” in the same sentence as “him“…
You go over a Wolf’s crib on late night.
You are both laughing and talking.
Things are looking like a +.
He pulls you close and you already knows what that means.
You are ready for some of that great cheek poking. He whispers in your ear:
“Just give me some head.”
…and that is it. Nothing else. Just head.
He is what you would call “The Head Wolf” and he is only interested in you giving him dome.
He is usually fine as hell and only about your mouth meeting his dick for a passionate rendezvous. But, is it wrong when you want more than to be some Wolf’s head-line act?