Miranda was what you would call:
“a low down dirty slut bag of a bitch kind of ho“.
We all know those types.
She would mess with various Wolves to fulfill her need for penis.
She did not care if they were single, married, or on their death bed,
she would be ready to suck and fuck with no hesitation.
He just had to be cute, paid, and have some bomb ass pipe.
To other Vixens she was poison and you know what?
She didn’t give a shit about her reputation.
If her name was Mark, we would applaud her conquests.
Is it a contradiction?

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Miranda is the standard “a low down dirty slut bag of a bitch kind of ho” in the Vixen world.
You see her coming, you put your menstrual blood in his lasagna to put a spell on him.
But what about the Jackal named Mark doing the same?
Those same Vixens want to sit up and hear his illicit tales of “D/L Wolves Who Steal Booty In The Midnight Hours“.
Does he get a pass for his messing with married and taken Wolves?
I had to ask…

Is it okay to be a ho in this lifestyle?

Continue reading “I’m The One Who Owns That Pipe. The Bitch He Is With Is Just A Stand In.” →

I am always curious as how these folks film Wolf and Fox tails on the street.
Leaves me to wonder if anyone of us have been filmed secretly…?
Oh and there is even a special celebrity Wolf in these bag of treats…

Continue reading “How About We Play “Hide and Film Wolf Tail” Today?” →

Is all attention really good attention?

I mean, we all like eye candy, right?
*raises hand*
We have Wolves, Hybrids, Vixens, and Foxes online to provide that for us.
But, what if you are a Wolf/Fox/Hybrid/Vixen who gets naked, but hates the attention?
Isn’t that, like, conflict of interest… or something?
I started to wonder…

What is the naked truth?

Continue reading “Yo Eyes Betta Not Be Lookin At My Fuckin Chest Mah Dude!” →

I saw this video just now and said to myself:

My Wolves are going to LOVE this…

Continue reading “Justin Bieber Has A Treat For… The Wolves?” →

Ronald was a cute cute cute boy…
but see, he ain’t know it.

See, Ronald was told all his life that he was attractive, but he ain’t never believe it.
He grew up with a younger brother that got all the attention and all the toys.
This left poor Ronald fighting and rebelling for his parent’s love.
Ronald was also gay and was looking for Wolves to make him feel appreciated.
He would fall for their empty compliments because he wanted love.
He would do whatever these Wolves said because he felt that they “loved” him somehow.
I ain’t recall a night of peen “love”, but whatever.
Ronald fucks, sucks, and ends up alone once they are done with him.

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The story of “Ronald” is much like some of ours.
We are looking for that Wolf-In-Armor to come rescue our asses and be our “Beacon of Self Worth“.
Sadly, a Wolf can sniff out low self esteem in a heart beat and use it against us.
Why do we look for validation from others when we need to look in a damn mirror?
Why are we searching for something that can only be found in oneself?
It’s like we are in one dark ass room looking for the door to get out,
but we are too busy feeling around looking for a switch.

I had to ask…

Are you searching through another for your self esteem?

Continue reading “Flattery Just Gets You Fucked… 4real4real.” →

…. grrrrr!!!!

Everyone has a different experience in this lifestyle.

Some of us can walk out the door and start sucking a dick by the time you turn a corner.
Others meet Wolves once we get them comfortable.
A majority however are not meeting anyone.
It is what it is, ya know?
I believe it is all in your season.
At that time, you are you most confident and your sex appeal is highest.

Sometimes, a nigga is just having an OFF moment.

But, what happens when you meet a Wolf you think gets down and he is slowly going about the connection?
You know that wack “I’m really undressing you with my eyes” bullshit.
How do you successfully get him out his fur?
And, would he ever come out?
I had to wonder…

How do you rescue the Wolf who is trapped in his own closet,
but trying to get into yours?

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