I should just put a disclaimer on this entry
because this will be a hazardous conversation..
Freaky has no limits.
What may be freaky to you,
may be child’s play to someone else.
I have said what is freaky to me to other people have looked at me like I was still in high school.
Times have changed but, should I change to keep up with the freaky times??
Star Fox and I were doing some catching up on Friday.
I’m busy; he is busy.
We barely speak nowadays, but when we do, we have a ton of war stories to share.
It is always refreshing to get away from the world and speak to my best friend.
Star Fox has found a new Wolf and he is beyond ecstatic.
They are taking it slow, but it looks promising.
His old beau, Mr. Big Wolf, has literally lost his mind.
Mr. Big Wolf is in a new relationship…
… with one of the Hybrid (Wolf+Fox) he cheated on him with went he went away that weekend .
Mr. Big Wolf is now Mr. Big Hybrid, as his role has changed drastically to a vers.
Even though he is in a new relationship, he is still chasing Star Fox.
Why is it when they fuck up, you drop em, they realize your worth, and want you back?
His new relationship with this new Hybrid does not seem real to me.
Seems like a “I FUCKED UP” rebound.
It just seems like a prolonged fuck fest.
PURE RAW OD FREAKY FUCKING.
Star Fox was telling me a conversation him and
Mr. Big Wolf were having.
I literally had to put my dinner down.
“So he calls me and he says that he is still in love with me. He says that a lot. I’m like whatever, so he proceeds to tell me about his new Hybrid and what they do in the bedroom. He says to me that Hybrid likes shit. I mean, nigga likes the smell of shit and doesn’t care if
Mr. Big Wolfis clean or not when he pokes him. ..”
“Can’t believe he is now getting fucked tho…” I reply.
“RIGHT! So he tells me how he was sucking dude’s dick on the toilet while he was taking a shit…”
“WHAT?!?!?!?!!?” I replied out loud, in disbelief.
“Yeah, he also tells me the most disturbing thing. Be ready for this… his Hybrid asked him to take a shit on his chest… AND HE DID IT!!! If he did not think I wasn’t attracted to him for cheating on me, he pretty much sealed the deal on us even getting together ever again. He keeps on calling me talking about he wants to dump dude to be with me. I’m cool on all that shit…”
“LOL I would be to.”
I had so many questions….
Did he really pop a squat over him and squeeze out a fat one on his chest?
Did they do it on the bed? Did they put some sort of padding down?
What if he had diarrhea?
What if his shit had corn in it? Did he tell him as he looked at it on his chest?
When they cuddled, did he smell his own shit on his chest?
Mr. Big Wolfsay afterward, “You know that is my shit, right?”
I must be a different kind of freak.
I must be an old school freak.
I’m down with sucking on my toes or even a 3 or even a 4,
What is the fantasy of being “The Prince and his Pee”?
Or, “The Fox and his Corn”?
Everyone these days wants to be a freak,
but are some people trying to hard for shock value?
Does it make you more of a sex god the amount of sex cards you have in your bag?
And is the bigger the freak you are,
the more you cans snag the Wolf of your dreams?
Is being shitted on, in, and around the new standard of freakdom?
I had to wonder in this day and age of sex…