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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₷.
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
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!"
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”