so during lunch today,
my home-vixen broke some news to me.
it was about a
wolf jackal we both knew.
well she knew,
but he wanted me.
his “outcome” shocked me so much,
i nearly choked…
when i first met her couple years ago,
it was actually at someone’s crib in bk.
i was meeting her with a lesbian i was cool with.
it was actually the first time they were meeting.
they both met on some site and never physically saw each other.
she wanted me to come along just in case.
i was driving at the time so i said:
when we got to the crib,
my “soon to be” home-vixen and i hit it off more.
you would have thought we were meeting the way we connected.
well there was a wolf-“soon to be”-jackal there,
that took an instant liking to me.
as soon as i walked in,
i remember he was breaking his neck.
he told my home-vixen to get my number.
i was not interested and politely declined.
all i remember he was downright sloppy body wise,
and extremely dusty.
so today we talking and she says:
“yo remember “slop”?”
“the one who liked me?
how could i forget?”
“well i lost contact with all them fools over the years,
but one of people let me know that he is in jail.”
“he violated his parole countless times.”
“i’m scared to ask why…”
he is a registered sex offender.”
i think that was part were i gasped.
i also added a heavy: “NO!”.
it was either that part or how he was fuckin’ underaged foxes.
“oh my god…”
“well i dodged a bullet i guess!!!!”
you just never know the secrets people keep.
its a shame his life went to shit like that.
sadly many gays suffer this same fate.
i’ll said it before and i’ll say it again:
i need my wolf to look like a grown wolf…
…handle me like a grown wolf:
…and he always needs to be legal.
my walls are “21 and up” admittance.
i might let a 19-20 year old pre-baller wolf in.
although i did a 19-ish and the sex was awful.
i don’t “do” the underage cubs.
if you can’t buy this fox a drink,
without stealing it from you parents likka cabinet,
then we have nothing to talk about.
lowkey: i’m glad i’m picky.
i could tell from when i met him he was no good.