“i wait for you to come online.
post a picture.
to say something.
i watch from afar,
but i feel like i know you.
i think about you all the time.
you actually make me so hot.
you know how many times i imagined you eatin’ me?
more times that i can count.
i don’t even know you,
but i like you.
i just know your name.
being online has given us the opportunity to crush a lot harder.
i know it has for me.
instead of seeing this wolf on the street,
and holding onto the mental snap shot,
i can now head to his instagram and screen shot his image.
he doesn’t even have to fuck my brains out.
i can look at his shirtless pictures and use my imagination.
the thing is that these images of the wolves i want,
are allowing us to live vicariously through a fantasy.
this new age of being legal stalkers is easier than having the person 4real.
i was looking at a few of these wolves,
and had to wonder how many of them have fucked a fox before?
how many wear a “wolf” mask,
but truly only seek out a good and hard pounding?
even if it was only to get his dick sucked/suck a dick?
its easy to fool the world with “straight” facades.
derek tramel posted this a while ago and it rang true:
could it be you?
this is a new era of hiding in plain sight.
like in real life,
its not hard to get the wolf of your fantasies.
hyenas and jackals do it all the time.
doesn’t it always seem the rabid queen is in the “right place; right pipe”?