I caught this wonderful view over at Sir Yellow Bone.
(*winks* to my homie on that site)

So Foxes,
let’s play a game….

Which one do you think belongs to the TOP?

I always found security guards attarctive.

I always pictured them in my mind,
tackling some crook,
pinning him to the floor,
pulling his dick out and…

Wait, that’s my fantasy.
Whoops.

Continue reading “F0x Asks: Security HARD” →

I would LOVE to be in the middle of that Sex Sandwich.

Continue reading “Meat Of The Minute: Bret Lockett” →

You know I love a fine football player.

I mean,
if you are a faithful reader, you should already know who my TOP Wolf is.
(and btw, my TOP Wolf has alot of admirers these days. Kudos baby…)

But as of late,
I am getting word that alot of these ballers are bottoms.
Getting tackled in their tight ends on and off the field.
I must say,
it has me feeling rather…. confused.

Continue reading “Baller Bottoms UP.” →

There is a guy at my job that I would mess with in a heartbeat, besides Mr. Attitude.
BTW: Mr. Attitude is giving me all the right attitude as of late.
He is tall, nice toned body, caramel complected, and has a nice handsome face.
All the girls go crazy over him next to me.

… but I think he is a bottom….

Does this mean I am a lesbian of some sort?

Continue reading “A Fox or A Wolf?” →

You ever meet someone who is not really in the package you wanted, but fits everything else you were looking for?
Well. That is him.

Him has a name. We will call him, “Big”. Not like Carrie from SATC’s Big but Ill explain itself as it goes along.

“I have someone for you!” My friend said excitedly.

Now I don’t know about your friends, but some of my friends do not know exactly what I like. They always try to set me up with some ass douche and expect me to like it. Needless to say, I do not take them seriously when they say they “have someone for me”.

Before I could deny the set up, a cell phone was in my face with a dude on the screen. Foxes, he was kinda cute. Ok not kinda. He was. I could tell he had some swagg off the pose alone.

“What’s wrong with him,” I asked.
“Nothing… Well he is a little short.” Friend says.
“How short? Are we talking midget?”
“Noooo he is like 5’8ish”

I have been feeling pretty open to meeting guys so I said what the hell. My friend gave him my number and we started texting.

Foxes. I won’t lie. He is everything I asked for. He is funny, gets money, and talks major shit to me.

BUT….

And there is that big ol BUT….

After further investigation, turns out he is 18. Yup. The BIG 1-8.

But he speaks very intelligently. After the last 2 yungins, I casted them away for GOOD. But this one seems (keyword) different. So, we will see.

Now if only he can return my phone call, we can see whassup.

(Don’t you hate that?)

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