Saturday, March 26, 2016

(Erotic Short Story) A Night To Remember

This short story was initially inspired by Akinyele's song Put It In My Mouth, but it actually has nothing to do with the song. Before you continue, I have a book 'Woman Manifested: A Poetic Tale' on Amazon now available to read. Show support and purchase it. 

Warning: Explicit Content. 
A Night To Remember 
© 2016

“I’m right around the corner. Answer the door with nothing on.”

Darnell shut the front door, leaned against it, and ordered Carrie to drop down on her knees in front of him. The space was small, but she did exactly as told.

Her eyebrows were on fleek, her new contact lenses left her brown eyes bright and shiny, and her naked skin glistened. The only thing she wore was a long curly wig similar to Beyonce’s hair in the Freakum Dress video. With men before she had struggled to get this fantasy correct, but she was determined to make tonight a night he would never forget.

“Let’s not waste any time,” she whispered out of nervousness.

Carrie pulled his pants down some. He wasn’t wearing a belt. She then pulled his boxers down and admired his dick. It was long, thick, and hard. Her pussy ached for it, but she already knew he wanted head first. Niggas were becoming so predictable.

“Help me make you feel good.”

With both hands she started sucking while using her tongue and hands to make it more pleasurable. The process felt like forever. She licked, and sucked, and moved her hands around the part her mouth couldn’t reach as much as she could. He moaned and she could hear him say her name. He wasn’t really giving any real instructions so she went in for the kill. She did a move she had only done once before. She licked on his balls.

“Carrie, what are you trying to do to me?” Darnell said.

“Make you fall in love.”

She stopped to give her mouth a break. That statement was a make or break for moments like this. Some men would run off at the word love, but he said something else.

“I want to get you on your stomach and make you scream from pleasure.” Darnell licked his lips and she practically melted back down to the floor as she was standing up.

“Living room or bedroom?” He asked.

“The bedroom,” Carried said as she led the way.

No man had been in her bedroom since her ex two years ago. He was supposed to be her one true love; the man she would spend the rest of her life with. She had opened up to him in every way she could. He had received expensive gifts that she could barely afford, dates he didn’t have to pay for, and a key to her house. It all ended when Carrie found out he was cheating on her with a woman that was supposed to be a good friend of hers. That woman had just broken up with her man, confided in Carrie, but found comfort in the man she was supposed to spend the rest of her life with. Since then she had struggled to open up to men and although she explained why to them, none seemed to care; except for this new guy.

They had an understanding about their relationship.  They had started out as friends first, opening up about every part of their life. She understood that he had a girlfriend when they first met and he understood that her heart was guarded from past hurt.

The longer they stayed friends the more she started to develop feelings for him. He was sexy. From his chocolate skin and his sexy lips to his six feet stature, her hormones went crazy at the thought of him. Carrie couldn’t hide her jealousy when he threw up pictures of his girlfriend on social media. She didn’t want to go into details when he asked either, because it wasn’t her right.

“Darnell, wait!” she said as he headed for the bed. “Take all your clothes off first.”

While he undressed she pushed the pillows onto the floor. The baby blue comforter was already messed up from her previous night of sleeping under it. Her cellphone was nearby. Carrie went to the iTunes on her cellphone and set it to a sex playlist. Blue Light’s Sex is On My Mind was the first song to start playing.

She looked back up at Darnell. He was completely naked standing on the side of her bed in front of the mirror staring at her. It gave her a front and back view. He was even sexier without any clothes on. Her phone was still in her hand. She took a picture before he eased his way onto the bed and on top of her.

“I’m falling,” he said and then they made passionate love.

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Friday, March 25, 2016

'Woman Manifested: A Poetic Tale' by Lashuntrice

In every fiction story, you will find a whole lot of facts related to a person's life. That is what 'Woman Manifested: A Poetic Tale' is all about.

The author, Lashuntrice, takes very personal experiences every woman has gone through and puts a creative spin on them. The author also uses her imagination to dig into wild fantasies every woman should have possibly had and puts her own creative spin on them. While reading you should reminisce on the past, want to get to know more about your family members, think about your relationships with friends and lovers, and start thinking about how your own life story. 

Men will enjoy 'Woman Manifested' too. It gives them a greater understand of the mind of a woman and some of the stories appeals to a man's fantasy. 

Warning: While the title seems friendly for all, this is not a children's book. Read for yourself before handing it over to your teenager. 

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Wednesday, March 9, 2016

(Poetic Letter) To The Men of My Past...

To the men of my past....
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Well some women say they're boys and not men so to the boys I've crossed paths with...

The ones who met me as a friend of a friend and never saw me as more...
Maybe it was the way I looked at you.
I made you feel uncomfortable at first glance.
Or maybe it was something I said.
"Hi my name is," wasn't something you wanted to hear.
I volunteered that I too liked that restaurant.
But you only cared about her opinion.
Or maybe we just never should have met.
Then I wouldn't be a woman you forgot.

To the males that claimed to want me around....
You were more special to me because you caught my attention.
Fed me pretty words, nice promises.
I believe you cared, even if for a moment.
But too bad you couldn't give me what I really wanted.
At least one trip to the movies.
Or a nice date out to eat.
A picnic in the park.
Any memorable experience that involved going out somewhere.

To the ones who didn't know that I too need to be chased after...
It wasn't just a memorable experience I was looking for.
I wanted a phone call to let me know I was on your mind.
Or texts to send a whole lot of messages about nothing back and forth.
I even wanted to get followed or waited for.
That one guy followed my mad friend to make sure she stayed safe.
But you left.
You never called.
You pressed the unfriend button on Facebook.
Was I not good enough for any of this?
Or were you just too dumb to get it?

To those that at least promised me sexual bliss...
It didn't work.
The sex was pleasurable.
But the next day...
Well sometimes a few hours later...
Maybe even five minutes after...
I still wanted something more.

To the men that didn't care about any of this...
You were only friendly because of my friends....
You were lying when you said you wanted me around...
You didn't plan on seeing me again after a few weeks anyway....
Your only plans were to chill with no netflix....
Fuck You!

Monday, March 7, 2016

(Story) The First Woman President

Disclaimer: This story is fiction. I was bored and needed a creative push. There's a story on Amazon dedicated to Donald Trump, so I decided to use Hillary Clinton. I am pro her being the first woman president. Now for the story. Enjoy!
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“President Hillary Clinton.”
“President Hillary Clinton.”
“President Hillary Clinton.”

She sat at her desk in the oval office and stared at the name plaque on her desk repeating what it said over and over again. Hilary had managed to beat Donald Trump and become the first woman president of the United States of America. For the next four, or eight years, she would be addressed as President Hillary Clinton.

Hillary glowed with pride as she admired her surroundings. The nice clean brown desk would soon become cluttered with national and international papers. She would come up with tons of bills that she’d have to work 10 times as hard as a man to get passed. For the next four, or maybe eight years her heels would powerfully walk across the beautiful blue carpet. That flag that represent the USA would be owned by her.

She got up from her chair and walked around to the front of the desk. Hillary hopped on top of it and just admired the view some more. With her right hand she gently touched her pearls. The she looked at herself from the neck down. Her blue pant-suit was flawless. During her time as president she would wear nothing but pant-suits, so her outerwear would never be seen as a distraction. She then glanced at her shoes. They were sophisticated black pumps that didn’t distract from her new power. Power is what Hillary had and she was feeling herself. At 69 years old she knew she looked damn good.

Nothing and no one would get in President Hillary Clinton’s way. She decided that from that moment on she would address herself as President Clinton even during times where she was alone. That way even if people didn’t like her, they would respect her and there were way too many people disrespecting her, the new president of the United States of America.

Minorities were one of President Clinton’s problems. She reminisced on the smear campaign that was done online by the same people who got her into her new position. She knew that from the many campaign stops she did. There was a Black woman that verbally attacked her during a question an answer. It wasn’t that the Black woman hated President Clinton’s answer. She just hated her.

There were also a crazy amount of memes flying around accusing her of being racist, accusing innocent Black boys of being criminals, trying to get the Black vote just to get in office, and having corporate friends that were corrupt. Oh, people went tried very hard to discredit her name before they realized Donald Trump was the only other candidate running against President Clinton. They even used Don Lemon, who they hate, to try and discredit her. The smear campaign missed one huge person that could have absolutely ended her campaign run and led Bernie Sanders to become the president.

No one knew about President Hillary Clinton’s love affair with Curtis Jackson, aka 50 Cent. Not even Bill Clinton. They also didn’t know that she was the one that pushed 50 Cent to publicly attack Vivica Fox. No one could talk about her lover and get away with it. Millions of people saw him endorse Donald Trump during campaign season, but it was facade. 

The thought of him made her become happier. She couldn’t wait to publicly invite 50 Cent to the White House on several occasions and make people think it was all about money.

President Hillary Clinton looked at the time. One of her many press conferences would be happening soon. She ran off to the conference in a bliss.

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