Who’s afraid of the big, bad wolf who dons a disguise and hides in plain sight and smiles with sharp teeth and dripping saliva like your body is a Pavlovian bell? Who’s afraid of the wolf in disguise who hides in the flock and pretends offense at the snarling pack threatening from the outside? Who’s afraid of the shape-changing wolf who thinks he’s just another guy, but you owe him because he's been so nice, been a real friend, been salivating and imagining your head bobbing up and down on his cock as he pretends like you’re a person? Who’s afraid of the big, bad wolf who wants to consume you like a can of cheap beer?

Not I.

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