i came home a early today.
i wasn’t feeling too good so they told me i could go.
when i got home,
mi was a little shocked.
i knew she didn’t have to be at work until 5pm.
as soon as i put my bag down,
she started with the interrogation…

“why are you home so early?”
“are you going to be home tomorrow?”

my foxy senses knew something was up.
it already told me the answer in that quick of a minute.
it usually does,
but i often write it off as paranoia or doubt it.
i’m always right.

well her questions sort of gave me an attitude,
but after we talked for a bit,
she explained herself.
she wanted to bring a wolf over tomorrow while i was at work.
in a nutshell of “questions i don’t need details about”,
she wants to have sex with him.
out of respect for me,
she didn’t want to do it while i was in the crib.

AND I AM DAMN GRATEFUL SHE THOUGHT AHEAD!

she has been paying rent,
and she pretty much lives here,
so i’ll let her rock.
i told her i respected she told me.
we have been getting along pretty well.
she also admitted the same wolf has been over once before.
no sex.
it’s crazy that i already knew tho.
she didn’t have t tell me a thing.
i could tell.
my instincts already picked up on it weeks before.
it came to me in an idea of sorts.
i also picked up on the energy also.

Does this make me weird?

i know when i get my life in order,
and i start making “dick appointments” again,
i also give her the common courtesy.

i’ll do it when she is at work or not going to be home.
i like to get loud.
oh god.
the thought of her fucking…

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lowkey: i need to start trusting my instincts more.