… I would go and get it sucked to see what it feels like!

That is the first thing I hear Vixens saying regarding the question:

“If You Could Be A Man for a Day”…

Well, Melbourne inspired this next question.
(one of which I am dying to see the answers.)

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Have you ever told a Straight Wolf about you?

Not any Straight Wolf, but the one you real cool with.
He is pretty much your best friend (do people still have those these days?)
He will call you when he was Vixen, or any problem for that matter.
He has no issue taking off his shirt or walking around in his drawz.
But, he will also, for some odd reason, act like you are his man… low-key.
And then when you think the coast is clear for you to be bold,
he says:

“YO CUT THAT GAY SHIT OUT…”

but will then do some other suspect shit on a later date.

…HUH?

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Is there any truth in this?

I have Foxes all around the world.

I love it and I love them.
It is always a joy to hear about someone else going through the same thing as me,
but in a totally different culture and time zone.
Who knew Wolves were assholes all over, huh?
But, I always appreciate reading the stories,
which are either laced with sadness or triumphs.
Just know, I feel you.

I got a story last night that shows that you can get your Wolf,
but that can come with consequences.

At what price are you willing to pay for a Wolf?

Continue reading “So, What Is The Return Policy for the Wolf With The Good Pipe?” →

i know 1 thing, i was horny as shit.

and all i could think about was texting him and letting him know that.
the club had a lot of sexy niggaz,
I was damn near drunk,
and I wanted his pipe inside me.

sounds like a logic reason, right?

“wyd?” i texted….

i started to reminisce on the last time he blew my back out….

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… and boy, was I trying to get that PIPE.

I just saw his pictures on a “fine man” site and it instantly brought back memories.
Those days on BGC when I was hunting for dick.
He happened to be one dick I was trying to trap…

… even though I did not know what the hell a Sex Siren was.
I will willing to let it slide  in me for one night…

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