:P
I will preface my post by saying I only skimmed those above, and did
not find them worth reading. My response, therefore, is directed at the
OP.
As a cub I use to fight and fuck with a she-wolf who could tie men in knots and crush their souls. She was cunning, manipulative and utterly ruthless. Everything a man or wolf could ask for. We spent our adolescence playing games of words and people. The experience was passionate and all consuming; and I loved her in away I seldom have.
When I went off to college I cut her out of my life. The passion, fucking and fighting were amusing, but distracting. I have since relegated our
time together to my childhood, and our games to that of pups learning to
hunt. My true love and obsession have become power that transcends
interpersonal relationships. There is a world to be conquered, and I
play a different sort of game now.
I have traded the intoxication of the relationships that can come from being involved with a fellow predator to those with lambs. I like them
beautiful enough to be eye catching and good for some athletic fucking,
but broken and naive enough not to see behind my masks. A prop easily
used and more easily ignored.
You may find a wolf who likes to play, fight and fuck, and is willing to make that their life. Most wolves, however, live for the hunt.
X
Do what? Admit that I'm wrong in saying you come across as a retricient wallflower?
You know I think you're a muppet- but I'll respond to whatever you project. I'm just here for the shits and giggles. Anything profound I might occasionally cough up is totally random. ;)