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Well 16 months had passed and it is a new year once again, I am still in Detroit as a franchise player. It appears Linda’s attempt to hurt Camilla and I propelled us into superstar status. Several condom companies and toy stores liked what they saw. They wanted my face and member to be the face of Trojan magnum as well as create a dildo based on my boy. I was also getting endorsements from Fortune 500 companies such as Johnson and Johnson, for a new lube that they were creating. My life was totally different. I moved my parents into the guest house on my property and my brother moved into the pool house with his family. He was now in charge of my security after what transpired. Additionally, he wife was pregnant again with their second child. My sister lived nearby with her girlfriend. Now it made sense why Camilla and Linda invited her out with them. They already were ...

 
I jerked my penis 3 – 4 times using my ooze as lubricate before the mother load hit my chin and some landed on my stomach. I shook for a few seconds before refocusing on the three ladies in the back. I was ready to get into some pussy, and I didn’t care whose it was. It was obvious none of the ladies were ready to stop what they were doing. They all had flipped positions again. This time Camilla had on the strap-on, and she was fucking the driver. Linda was laid back playing in her pussy with a smug look on her face. I wanted to ask what was that look about. I didn’t the chance.
                                     
My cell phone started ringing. It was my home-boy Sam, who ...

 
One day I was at the mall with my brother, we were getting all the last minute items we needed for my party. I knew my brother and my boys had something off the hook planned for me. I needed to be prepared for anything. My brother told me don’t worry we got you. You don’t need any cash, condoms, etc we got it all for you. In my mind, I knew I wasn’t using any condoms that I didn’t purchase myself. The cash part – I will give them that. I could use the break. The drinks better be on point. I had my favorites Hennessey, Goose, Patron, Crown Royal, and chased each with Coronas. I planned on getting fucked up. Hopefully, we were all on the same page.
 
I spoke to Camilla after leaving the mall. She and Linda were finishing the details of her party. I was surprised when they invited my sister and prudish self. She could be very uppity when she ...

 
We hugged. Camilla pulled back first. She asked… what we are going to do about Linda. I said nothing. I never slept with her and her child isn’t mine. I doubt seriously she would try to put me on blast in the media or she would have gone that route first for the money. This is more personal. Camilla questioned if I had any remaining feelings for Linda. I honestly answered – hell nah. Now, over the years I’ve worried what had happened to her and I used to compare other females to her but all of that stopped once I met you. I have no plans on ruining what we have to go backwards. I do not know this Linda of today. I know that I do not appreciate her antics. I only have memories of the youthful Linda, the cheerleader. Camilla told me don’t worry about it she would handle it. She knows where Linda lives and hangs out. It shouldn’t take much to ...

 
I called Camilla later that evening and asked her out to dinner. She said no informing me that she had cooked already. She invited me over for dinner instead. I didn’t want to have this conversation in her home. I didn’t want her pulling anything out on me. I relentlessly gave in. I asked what she cook so I could bring the appropriate wine to accompany the meal. She made one of my favorites, Shrimp Alfredo, toasted garlic bread (with real garlic, and not the powder) and a garden salad with French dressing. I couldn’t wait to get over to her house. I quickly dismissed any anxieties that I was momentarily experiences. I stopped by the liquor store. I ended up purchasing two bottles of wine and some Grey Goose. When I arrived at Camilla’s house, she had the scented candles burning, soft music playing in the background, the blinds closed, and the food on the ...

 
Carla and I ended up hooking during our junior year. She told me that she preferred boys over girls. She confided in me…Plum, I just had to have Linda everyone wanted her, but only a few got the chance. I didn’t have to tell Carla about me and Linda’s last moment together since she was there. She tried to get information out of me about what transpired after she stormed off; however, there was nothing to give. The sex between us was non-existence so there was nothing to write home about. She asked me on several occasions to eat her box as a substitute, and I declined. I was not into that back then. It was nasty as hell to me. Our relationship surprisingly lasted until Labor Day weekend. We both had had enough. I told Carla she needed to refocus…life does not revolve around sex. It is obvious to me that she preferred girls over boys. She rolled her eyes ...

Hello peeps, my name is Plum. They call me Plum because when I was a kid my mom’s always left plum colored lipstick on my cheeks. She kissed me every day before letting me out of the family car for school. My friends had jokes readily available as soon as they saw me. I kept tissue in my book bag to wipe my face before entering the school, but they knew anyway due to the smudge marks I always left behind on my cheek. Quietly kept, I am a mother’s boy and still am to this day. Eventually, I grew into the name; I could bittersweet at times depending on my mood. During my sophomore year in high school, I met Linda. She lived on my block. She was the prettiest, tiniest, and mouthiest female in our sophomore class. She knew it too. I appreciated her style and she adored my athletic body and spirit. By this time, I was the point guard on the varsity basketball team. She and I openly flirted with one another, but it never went any further. She had her males friends and I had my female acquaintances, none of could be compared to her by any means. She (Linda) was special to me. Honestly, she could have been wifey.

                                   Chapter 1
                     A Day late A dollar short
Suavette stared at her reflection ashamed at what she had become. Her right eye was swollen along with her bottom lip. Bruises occupied either side of her skinny shoulder blades. Her body was frail, and tender to the touch. She had lost over fifteen pounds in just three months. Tears drowned her eyes until they finally released themselves making their way down her burden struck face.
"What is wrong with me?" She asked herself in a helpless voice. This would be her first words spoken in three ...

~Marco~

Liars die with there eyes open..
cheaters die with there pockets full...
and honest man..is a wealthy man..


my car sat parked far over near the entrance of the Alley.. and i had perked up when i saw that Haiti's cousin had arrived to the hotel with Bella on time..just like we planned..
i didnt have anything against Haiti really..but he had a coward way of doing things.. he was trying to take out my operation threw my bitches..
which all around was dumb..cus you shud never be smart enough to trust sum money hungry female...
they all get feed by the same rusty ass spoon..but its the ones that stop wantin the same as serving as everyone else that you have to watch.

Khia..

and i shud have been handling her first but she was leading me to all the other cats that had been acting shady and i needed to weed them out before i dealt with her.


the bug i installed ...

 
ALL RISE!
 
 
“Here it goes” says Shantae. Thinking in her head how the hell did I get myself caught. Looking at her lawyer she whispers to him.
 
“What do you think the verdict will be” she said “I’m scared as hell and I’m to pretty to go to jail” she smiled while saying that.
 
Thinking about it that was the first time she smiled in a long time after dealing with this bull-shit trial. She made a mental note that once she was out of here she was going after them no good snitchin niggas…
 
“Has the jury reached a verdict?” says the white cracker that the justice system called a judge.
 
“Yes your honor. We have reached a verdict” Says the head juror
“For the charge of operating a drug factory, we find the defendant….GUILTY!”
“For ...