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A book series filled with 100% steamy one-shot stories with backstories. This isn't for the soft-hearted. I write blood-raw fiction exploring topics other authors are too afraid to touch. I was homeless when I wrote this book. In three days, I was done. I stimYOUlate then edYOUcate. Come on inside. There's something for everybody. Stories with a theme and a deeper message of love and acceptance. My name is Brandisha Sinclair and good pussy runs in the family. When I was growing up my Grandma Quanisha, a sweet, homely woman was my idol. I looked up to her. I used to model myself after her. My love for God and my appreciation for all selfless things stemmed from her love. I used to love her sweet potato pies she made from scratch. She always made my very own pie and she didn't let anybody touch it. I remember sitting on the dining table watching her mix the ingredients. She always took her time. She never needed measuring cups. She knew just how much spice or sugar to add. She would always kiss my lips and tell me I was beautiful. I would blush with glee and never question her judgment. Some Men Wear Panties. But they will NEVER admit it. These men aren't necessarily gay, but they love the feel, the sensuality, the pleasure and the frankness of women's panties. He's your everyday construction worker who gets off on wearing them under his dirty jeans; he's your everyday mechanic shop owner who sports them secretly for his plus-sized wife. He's your everyday straight type who only put them on to keep his lesbian lover committed, happy and faithful. He's your everyday man living his life on the Down Low who models them behind his girlfriend's back. He's your selfish lover who sneaks out of his girlfriend's house while she's sleeping to have a sexual romp with another man in the shadows. He's your everyday Thug who mistreats his woman and entertains himself watching other men in pink panties. He's your everyday black man who mourns the death of his son by getting lost in the weakness of the flesh.
1:23 a.m.
Thursday morning:
I awakened from a deep sleep, horny. My husband snored away next to me, sounding like pigs on the loose. My clit was swollen. I had to rub my walls and quietly sing into the dark room to calm it. My pussy's name was Strawberry, and she had a thing for grapes and anal beads. The AC kept me cool. My nookie was hot, and my ass wanted to be good and fucked. I looked at my sleeping husband like he was a Martian.
Should I awaken him?
Hell, yea, Girl! my salty walls screamed with an attitude.
But my heart won over the battle and said, "Let the man sleep. He has a long day at the office. He takes care of his family, so who was I to wake him up?"
"You are a horny bitch, that's who you are. And you need to wake his ass up, Girl. I'm pulsating and I'm wet and right now I feel more like a twat than Hello, Kitty and you need to feed me, Seymour and I wasn't talking Little Shop of Horror Feed Me either, bitch."
I was about to explode. I had to rub my pussy again, to get her to calm down. Shhh, I cooed, hoping she listened. My pussy could be a stubborn bitch when she wanted to. I think she loved my husband more than I did. Strawberry had a mind of her own, and she wanted a Banana in her Split. Deep down inside I knew I could not wake him up. He had to get up at 6 a.m. Plus when we got married, he said he didn't like anyone messing with his body while he slept. He said Lorraina Bobbit forever fucked his head up when she cut off her husband's dick years ago. I understood. Because if somebody cut my pussy, I was seriously putting some unleaded in their asses, and I wasn't about gas.
2:34 a.m.
When the clock struck 2:34 a.m., I was smoking a cigarette. My thighs drummed together like Sheila E. on tour with Prince in the 80s. I needed some loving. I took a cold shower half an hour ago, without using the soap like the white girls do in the movies, since they seemed to be taking all the black men these days. I tried dating a white man, but he smelled like Rufus 24 hours a day, never used a wash rag to wash his ass and tried to stick his fist in my ass while fucking me with his big toe. Oh, hell no, and a no, and a fuck no, and a double you-got-me-fucked-up no. My homeboi, with his chocolate ass, dated a white girl and married her because she did things a black woman wasn't into. You're not pissing on me, taking a dump on me and I wasn't blowing bubbles in your hairy booty hole. I wasn't that type of country gal.
I had to stop fucking with one of my best friends. Cindy and I been close since Pre-K, but when her snow bunny looking ass fucked my daddy in college, right after he dropped us off and we checked into our dorms, I forgave her because we had too much to drink.
Years later she fucked my ex-boyfriend behind his daddy's minivan while his yuck mouth grandma was watching Girls Gone Wild from thirty years ago, when her titties weren't hanging curtains. I scrubbed the ground with that ho and beat her ass. Then a few months later she married my leftovers and had a set of twins. I visited that backstabbing ho at the hospital disguised as a janitor and whipped her ass right in front of her family and wrapped the strings from the Congratulations balloons around her neck and beat the saltine off that bitch. My dirty dick ex-boyfriend tried to grab me. "You see, that's why I don't date black bitches..."
Bap, bap. I punched him in his shit. It took a moment for him to react. "And that's why you date dog-smelling, Rufus Lassie the third bitches. I don't blow in booty holes you secret gay ass undercover brother ass scrub!"
"I'll kill you, bitch!"
"Ahhh, him is big mad. He ain't big mad, him is big mad. You wanna bowl of Fruity Pebbles, punk? Try it! Your swollen-foot daddy is worth half a billion dollars. I'll sue the fuck out of his ass if you try it! You broke my heart for this eater, this slaughter, this hood rat trailer trash ass bitch? I hope she told you that her brother is her cousin on her Mama side, since you like making babies with pigs and her own brothers ran her ass in like a free admission to Mission Impossible 5: hoes on ice."
He pulled out a gun and I ran up out of there before security or the police arrived. One of the cops spotted me, but after spitting on his swollen mushroom head, sucking his balls and riding that black baton until he came in ecstasy on my back, I talked the police chief into arresting him (for pulling a gun on me, and he was on hospital cameras, fuck boy) and the dick-gobbling white ho. Oh, she was mad and her white priviledge card was no match for the power of black pussy on blue-color dick. Call me DJ Quick.
I just needed a quick rinse off. And even that pissed me off because my sweet decadent center talked to me sometimes and that whore said, "Bitch, are you serious? It takes more than cold, purified water to cool the steam in my pink walls."
And Strawberry was right. Most people talked to animals and plants. Well, I talked to my nookie and read it some Robert Frost at times. I swear...Strawberry listened because every time I read "To the Thawing Wind" and "A Girl's Garden," my succulent lips soaked my panties to the point I had to wear a Depends diaper to sooth the ache in my thighs.
I was so horny I was about to fuck the bed. I did not like messing with my stubborn man while he slept. He was anal about things like that. I opened the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a green permanent marker. Opening the top, the architect in me came alive and I drew something on my inner thigh. Satisfied with the drawing, I then drew Italy next to it in its entire splendor.
Tossing the marker, I turned over and tugged on my husband. He snored even louder, pissing me off.
Rosa James, known as Hatshepsut, is a young woman with an untold secret. Known in the ballroom circuit, she hides the scars inflicted on her by her mother, Avarice James, a plastic surgeon with mental illness. Rosa navigates her ups and downs with devastating accuracy as she deals with an unloving father, a man of the cloth, abuse, fear, lack of self confidence and love.
In Book 1, Alicia Chay was turned into a vampire against her free will. After 200 years of becoming The Queen of the Hounds, she came upon Queen Gree and her slaves with untold secrets. After freeing the slaves, she was summoned to be Armona, Queen Mother’s "Shadowing Queen," but she overthrew Armona to become the new Queen. Her ascension was met with hostility because Alicia ruled using Armona’s face and her identity. The Dragonhead Ancients plot against her. In Book 2, Alicia slaughtered Suh'Kyng and challenged his son, Muzzle. Khovahsh survived the Viper King's near fatal assault and Vultorian. In Book 3, Alicia Chay is in for the uphill battle of her life! The Dragonhead Ancients are exposed. Khovahsh’s brothers, Raynedrakin, Don Sharps and Doppelgänger are against his infatuation with Alicia. Don Sharps and Alicia battle as a new danger approach once she's taken to SARCONIA. Will Alicia perish by a civilization of supernatural insects she never knew existed, and isn't part of the Treaty of the Animals?
In "The Law of Beasts Book 1 - Act 1," The Queen of the Hounds, Alicia Chay came into power by taking the throne from Armona, the Queen Mother through intimacy and swapped bodies with her and ruled for the next forty centuries bearing Armona's face. Snubbing vampires illegally living in human bodies, living everyday lives, she created the Treaty of the Animals, a declaration of unity signed by the Kings or representatives of the powerful supernatural tribes in blood. She may have taken control of Armona's government and her image, but she doesn't have the respect of the Dragonhead Ancients because she illegally took the throne when she was appointed Armona's Executioner. In "The Law of Beasts Book 1 -Act 2," Jahja Gregorian AKA Vultorian makes his debut through the womb of a buzzard back in 3 B.C., seeking vengeance for the death of his son and the destruction of his family at the hands of Armona and Alicia. Alicia's foe-turned-secret admirer, Khovahsh Burgoos, a demi-shifting reincarnate, battle villains that are out to destroy Alicia and her phony facade of power. However, there is an embattled scientist that makes a side deal with Vultorian to destroy man kind and the Dragonhead Ancients coupled with an angry assassin, Muzzle, sniffing her tracks. Alicia not only will be challenged at a race car event, but her animal treaty hangs in the balance, along with her life...
KHOVAHSH BURGOOS, an elitist demi-shifting reincarnate, is a nine-thousand-year-old member of the Dragonhead Ancients…. ALICIA CHAY, the sadistic queen of torture, ruled for forty centuries under the identity of someone else. With a family of savages as her fledgling, she detests mortals, but she loves feeding on them for blood. Her passion for protecting animal life poured into the creation of the “TREATY OF THE ANIMALS.” It’s a declaration signed in supernatural blood by the Kings of every Animal Tribe in the supernatural world to maintain the balance between good and evil... But there’s one problem. She became a vampire, built THÈ HÔU₷E ÖF THÈ HÔUND₷ and created a treaty without clearance from the Dragonhead Ancients or the Queen Mother, Armona. Alicia hunts down insubordinate vampires that illegally use human bodies to snub precious animal life. Meanwhile...she is being observed by Khovahsh. He has direct orders to deceive her, but he has his own agenda. When they encounter each other a chain of events compromises her life and opens the door for MUZZLE, an angry villain, to threaten her for turning her back on THÈ HÔU₷E ÖF THÈ HÔUND₷.
"Who is she?" I asked, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "He met her at the Alpha training camp," he said. "She is a perfect suitor for him. It snowed last night, indicating that his wolf is happy with his choice." My heart sank, and tears made their way down my cheeks. Alexander took my innocence last night, and now he is taking that thing in his office as his Luna. **** Emily never shifted on her 18th birthday and became the laughingstock of the pack. When her old crush, Alexander Black, returns from Alpha Training, she never expected him to be her mate. After a night of passionate love, Emily finds out that young Alpha Alexander has taken a chosen mate. Heartbroken and humiliated, Emily runs off and disappears from the pack. Now, five years later, Emily is a high-ranking warrior in King Alpha's army, specializing in sensitive matters. When her best friend invites her to a night of music and laughter, she never expects to run into her mate, Alexander. Will Alexander figure out it is Emily? Will he chase after her, and most of all, will Emily be able to keep her secrets safe?
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Kara Martin was known as Miss Perfect. She was a beauty with good personality and successful career. Unfortunately, her life changed at one night. She was accused of adultery, losing her job, and abandoned by her fiance. The arrogant man who slept with her did not want to take responsibility. He even threatened to kill her if they met again. What's worse, Kara was pregnant with twins and she chose to give birth to them. Four and a half years later, Kara returned to work at a large company. As the secretary, she would frequently face their notorious CEO. Kara thought it wouldn't be a problem, but as it turned out ... the CEO was the father of the twins!
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
Ethan always viewed Nyla as a compulsive liar, while she saw him as aloof and insensitive. Nyla had cherished the notion that she was dear to Ethan, yet she felt coldly rejected when she realized her place in his heart was insignificant. No longer trying to break through his coldness, she stepped back, only for him to alter his approach unexpectedly. She challenged him, "If you trust me so little, why keep me around?" Ethan, who had once carried himself with pride, now stood before her with a humble plea. "Nyla, I've made mistakes. Please don't walk away from me."