If you know me as a calculating individual, you may have suspected that all the orgy talk over the past couple of days was setting you up for something. You would be right! Introducing the orgy story …All We Want For X-Mas Is An Orgy is a story I wrote back in 2008 for an anthology called Tasty Temptations. It was originally called A X-Mas Story, but other than the name, I pretty much left everything the same. It’s a unique story because I added some poetic touches to sort of round out the main character’s identity. I’m not a poet by any means, but it’s just something I was feeling at the time. The story has gotten pretty good feedback, though one chick from the UK said she had to look up some of the words in Google. Like it was “too ghetto” for her. Whatever the fuck that means. Check it out and you be the judge! ...
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Kush N Karma: A Teaser

This is the last excerpt until Amuse Yourself to Death drops, so I’ll skip the dramatic summary and dive right in: Quickie. The name said it all, so holding true to the concept that made premature ejaculation fashionable and accepted, Jules upped the pace. Moving his tongue with fierce speed, he hungrily devoured her snatch, licking, sucking, chomping down on the clit like he was trying to suck out the secret of life. Jules prepared himself to ride that pearly white wave when an even brighter light bulb illuminated in his perverted mind. “Oooh. I know you was going there.” Veronica perked up, her pussy further moistened when she felt her cheeks stretch open and a tongue swipe along the width of her anus. “You know you like it,” Jules boasted, leveraging that strong tongue to open her backdoor and orally drill his way inside. “No,” she fired back. “I fucking love it! I love when you take me there. I cum so fucking hard with you in my ass.” Veronica’s naughty revelation led Jules to pull...
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Quickie. The name said it all, so holding true to the concept that made premature ejaculation fashionable and accepted, Jules upped the pace. Moving his tongue with fierce speed, he hungrily devoured her snatch, licking, sucking, chomping down on the clit like he was trying to suck out the secret of life.The Kush N Karma concept was the result of a joint effort. Jerrice Owens came up with a rough outline. I filled in the blanks, wrote the story, and concocted the dramatic conclusion. This tale is a mash-up of my two favorite genres: urban fiction and erotic. Quite possibly the most unpredictable, manic tale I’ve ever pinned, it’s a wild ride and a fitting end to this book. ...
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40 Women, 40 Nights: A Teaser

Hate is a strong word I try to keep out of my arsenal, but if I was the type to throw it around, then I’d say I hate this story! I touched it up with some incredible edible word play, but I should’ve rebooted or scrapped it altogether. I just have this thing where I want everything I write to mean something, so I kept it around. I have a format to follow, so like the stories to come before it, 40 Women, 40 Nights get the teaser treatment. Check it out:  “Damn! How I’ma get outta this shit?” Pants wrapped around his ankles, Jordans still snug, Travis quivered as Kelly left a sizzling saliva trail cruising down the length of his shaft. He felt like he was melting into the sofa cushion as her mouth and tongue raced back up to his mushroom tip. “I can’t believe this. This crazy white boy got a phat ass dick. Bootleg Tom Cruise lookin’ muthafucka!” Kelly went to work in amazement, in disbelief...
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From the subtle jitteriness in his voice, Jackie could sense that something was troubling her man. Like maybe he was hiding something. Had slipped up. Committed a foul act she wouldn’t want to know about. 40 Women, 40 Nights is an old story I wrote as a member of an old Yahoo erotica group I was in. Used to be called Where’s Wallace, which is lame as all hell, but more fitting and less misleading than what I chose to go with. It’s one of those intimate tales I’ve become known for with minimal characters, locations, and plot. It’s far from my favorite, or my best, but I’m on a mission to tell as many stories as I can, so I felt it needed to be told. ...
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1-900-Cougar: A Teaser

I wrote this story before I started exploring fetishes in my professional writing projects. After all I learned about dominance and the BDSM culture, I felt the need to go back and sprinkle a little of that in our main character Mistress Erissa. Dig it: Erissa slipped into a soft, satin Kimo robe while allowing the client to excuse himself in the restroom. She sat at the piano with her legs crossed in lady-like fashion, breathing no longer ragged, demeanor calm and measured. The stone expression plastered on her face said she was back in mistress mode, and that couldn’t be good for the client.“I don’t know what got into you, but I hope it gets up there again.” The client returned up front, fastening his pants and sporting a gluttonous grin. Having released tension he was normally forced to part with, Clyde felt loose and carefree. He would soon be reacquianted with his true role in the master-slave relationship.“Who...
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I reached out with a huge right paw and grasped Lora by the waistline of her panties, carefully pulling her into an embrace in my lap. I hugged her tightly, nibbling softly on her neck before moving up to an earlobe, engulfed in a blend of natural ingredients that gave her pinned mane the loveliest scent. I wanted to rip off those pretty little panties and get straight to munching. This story was the result of an anthology spearheaded by independent author and publisher Jerrice Owens. The theme this time was female ejaculation, so I was happy to contribute what I thought was a very solid tale. In fact, the main characters in this story are probably my favorite of any pair of lovers I’ve brought to life with my pen!  ...
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Turned Out: A Teaser

I remember when I was gearing up to write this story, I asked some members of a Facebook book group to help me come up with names for my two lesbian characters …. well one a lesbian, the other just curious. I liked Treecie and Nita best, so that’s how we rolled. This excerpt sets the tone for their big moment:   It was 3 am and Treecie still hadn’t showed. That’s when the doubt that had previously crept started to flow like a massive flood rushing from a broken levy. What the fuck was she thinking anyway? Inviting some strange, thugged out bitch from the secret gay bar to the crib? What was she gon’ do, eat some pussy? That must’ve been some potent ass weed because while Nita had done some ridiculous things in the past, this shit ranked up there with the rare and retarded. She had enough time to straighten up the living room, fold the basket of clothes on her bed and put them back in...
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These days, kissing another girl was the hip thing to do. Go all the way, and you’ve chocked up even more cool points to add to the notch in your belt. But no matter how much pussy these bitches chomped on, it didn’t mean a thing if they went back to sucking dick and doing the boyfriend thing the next day. Turned Out is the result of yet another local project featuring Detroit authors. Once again, we had a word count and theme to adhere to, and for some reason, this one was a bit more challenging than the first. I actually had to trim it down a bit to make sure it fit within those parameters, but this right here is the original story as it was meant to be experienced. The theme is lesbian erotica so brace yourself for a wild ride!...
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L had been livin’ in the slums of Detroit all his life. He’d heard gunfire ring out on many a night. Had some of his closest homies decapitated by the ruthless reign of the tech. Never had he seen a man murdered – until last night. From My Hood to Yo Hood came to fruition as part of a local project featuring all Detroit writers. We were each required to conform to a specific word count and theme, which made for a nice challenge. This gritty tale proves that playing the middle man can put you directly in the flames when the fire gets too hot. More of an ode to my urban fiction roots, yet drenched in erotic undertones so the shoe definitely fits. Don’t usually toot my own horn, but I like to think I knocked it out the park!  ...
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