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The Bonafide Literary Show is live on Sunday nights at 9:30 EST if you don’t have anything else to do. If you give a damn about books, you should definitely tune in. If you are disappointed it’s not about sex, hold your jizz. I got you soon. Listen to his episode from the other night. It was a bit hectic at times, but there was still some good information shared and varying perspectives.

The Bonafide Literary Show Season 1 Ep. 1

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Want to get on the show? You need to be a  published author with a bio. Drop an email to bonafide literary show at gmail dot com so we can talk. Next week we get back to the schedule here on the blog with another letter to The Eroticist. Send yours sex or sexuality issues to The Eroticists Advice at g mail dot com. Ciao!

When Muthafukas Hate On Your Sex: Uncle Luke Makes Them Eat It!

As I’m typing this post, I’m sitting here reading the article on Uncle Luke’s (Rapper Luther Campbell) latest fuckfest, um er performance, at St. Louis’ Sound Bar. During this particular show, the Godfather of freaky music got the girls to go down on each other for a prize of $1,000, and no one said a thing for several minutes. Finally a manager put a halt to it, but not before the shit was taped and sent straight to the internet.

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The thing got circulated around Facebook and everyone had a good time peeking and skeeting to the recorded festivities, until some preacher decided to take it upon his holy self to seek out these fine, young tenders, uh-uh, young ladies to tell them they don’t have to do these glorious, um, hot, um uh, demeaning things on cam in front of a crowded club for pocket change. With his income as a preacher, he could surely make ten thousand rain on them in the back of the church in the pastor’s study early one Sunday morning.

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Then there was more of the same, more of the same lying ass shit as when Mr. Preacher Man went on about wanting to guide these women,  his mission went viral, and the news people came a calling.

All I want to know is, how many times did he jack off to that pussy munching before he cut the clip off and cleaned up his sticky fingers and his keyboard?

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You know he did it. Same as that club manager who waited minutes before he went to stop it acting all appalled. In my circle we call them “ghost nuts“. It happens when you don’t even touch it. You just “unh-unh” in your pants and let the dribble run down your leg.

I’m sorry, but when I am utterly disgusted and offended, it doesn’t take me until after I’ve busted 10 nuts for me to go put a stop to things. I jump up first and don’t even think of putting my hand down my pants. Shit must be way different in St. Louis.

We all know it’s no different though with these vulture like men out here claiming to want to save wayward women. Change comes about through action, not words. What are your words going to do for women who have no problem acting on command to the tune of $1,000?

Mr. Preacher Man, sit your ass down. The club is closed down, and the owners are out here faking it just like you to the press stating their hate for Luke and his whore mongering ways. You’ve made your point about our voyeuristic society and how we’ve been ruined. Blah, blah, blah. If we were all correct and living proper, we wouldn’t need you. So shouldn’t you just shut up, jack to the licking, bob your head to the beat, and let these women do what they do?

The pews won’t be any less empty with sluts with lost souls come Sunday morning. You don’t have to try so hard next time. I hear other preachers are getting them to practically let them hit right on the first row during Sunday Service asking them to leave the panties at home in the drawer and spread those legs a little sum’-sum’ so they can decide which one’s club their going to shoot up when they come down from the pulpit once the spirit of that pussy aroma hits them and entices them down during their praise leading.

If you get your sermon right, sir, a flood of good pussy will come bowing to you too.

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Some call me a prophet. I just say I’m a bullshit detector.

Either way, drop something in the offering basket of “The House of Good Pussy La Drama Princess”. Buy a copy of one of these freak books I’m serving. You can put it on your tablet so Sister Jenkins ain’t got to see the cover and know you like them filth books like you do. LaDramaPrincess.com 

 

For Men, Swinging Is Only For Gay Sex

What you thought? I was one tracked with my mind on everything normal. I shake and I may pretend. I wouldn’t say I was a fake, but I keep much locked up inside of me. I share when I feel comfortable… Or a reason has come up. I don’t see a way around letting this one out, it’s not a big one, but I don’t see how I can avoid telling it. For me to lambast others, I have to expose myself.

I love gay male porn. There! I told it.

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Can we move on?

Wait, are you going to use this against me later when I tell you I am writing a book with an ongoing ménage à trois involving a swinging couple and their neighbor? That’s what happened to me twice the other day. No! I won’t stand for the accusations of sneaky gay scene, slipping into a straight story.shakingfist

Don’t go there.

I am doing developmental/content editing of my third book, “Swinging Submission: Deceit and Betrayal With a Mutltiple Partner Twist” (part of the prologue originally written in 2009, which is available in my first, Submit to The Dark Side). With Swinging, I am very careful in what I convey in this book. The lead is plus size and I want her to never be viewed as a weakling, body image hater. I never want her relationship with her husband to be seen as one of mistreatment on his part. I usually like to tease my readers as the story goes on. In this book, I maintain my style, but I am not on any sneak tip.

You didn’t know I am a super sneak? Ha! You haven’t seen a sneak until you’ve experienced my sneakiness.

A, which is what we call my love on this blog, keeps his guard up for the sneak, especially when there’s potential for me to make something out to be gay.

What!? Gay sex is too hot not to think about it often, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know when to turn the gay sex off in my head. I can! I do. I promise. Whaaa!

I didn’t write anything gay in this upcoming book, but I did ask for opinions, just for the scaredy cats. I asked A. He said it was too close to the gay to not be gay. He said to poll the audience. I did. I asked some peeps in a private group and some peeps in some private messages.

I hate them. I really do.

All they saw in what I typed was the gay factor. THERE WAS NO GAY. OMG! I wonder if it really is me, that’s the issue, my gay sex adoration, or is it some latent homophobia going on with these people.

No. It couldn’t ever be the latter. A isn’t homophobic. I’m sure about that.

Maybe swinging makes people skeptical of the lines of sexuality between men sharing pussy at the same time?

None of that? It’s just because I have a(nother) bad reputation and I just look like I will throw a gay scene in there on ya‘. Pow!

Watch out for that dick!

You Ain’t The One-a novella ***Excerpt***

 

 

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***Author retains ALL COPYRIGHT to written work in this post, 2013. This is an unedited version.

A scene from Chapter 3 from my novella, You Ain’t The One. Book Released January 13, 2014

Inside, the scene was sexy and dark, except for a couple of vanilla scented candles placed around the living room. Low music reverberated from the wireless speaker placed on the end table next to the sofa. He escorted her through the hallway at the edge of the room. Sensual lyrics and sultry voices serenaded them as he walked to his final destination.

Reaching the end of the path, Terry pushed his way beyond the door. He placed hot kisses all over her arms and legs, her mouth suckling the side of his neck. Once they arrived he let her feet touch the floor again.

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She wanted him from behind like nobody’s business, stripping out of her shorts first, throwing her ass up to greet him, steadying herself on his platform bed.

Terry looked down at her blooming posterior, her asshole naked and clean. He wasted no time leaning in with his tongue wagging out in front of him. He was about to dive in tip first, hardening it before piercing the pink and chocolate colored rosebud, his hot saliva drizzling it with each flick.

Licking like a thirsty animal, he bathed her asshole, streams of saliva coating her, surplus dripping onto the blue bedding beneath.

Tanea’s body caught the beat in the background, riding it, working herself all around. His tongue in her ass felt like smooth steel penetrating the cramped walls of her asshole. His tongue thrashed and fluttered, fondling the inside of her cheeks.

An arch in her back, her toes clasping at the mattress, she felt the orgasm cumming, the pressure on her sphincter too hard for to hold it in.

Ooow ahh, woooh! I want it. I hate staying away. Come on daddy, fuck me good! She can’t do it like you can daddy. That’s right. Slam it in my ass. Urrgh!”

She wobbled, her walls scattering white syrup inside her pussy.

He ravaged her anal hole, replacing his tongue with his fingers, diving in with two to start. He poked and searched her, going palm deep in her.

Terry knew fully of her relationship with Alexis. He had no idea of her other sex lives. Because of the miserable tales she’d told him of that she‘d endured, he pitied Tanea’s situation and envied her heart. She was so giving to stay with Alexis, letting her love for her conquer all, but felt sorry for Tanea for having to go without the ultimate satisfaction of getting oral from her girl.

That’s why he never hesitated to please her with his mouth.

He gnawed on her ass cheeks, his big, black dick throbbed for her, stiffening to the point that he wondered if it would actually explode from all the excitement, his mind failing to process the events he was partaking in a manner that would allow him to mellow.

“Stop playing with it baby and stick it in me baby!” Tanea was ready to go.

He pulled his fingers out.

In a flash, he was up on his feet and out of his clothes, now holding his dick in his hand, eagerly pushing in, dropping more globs of spit on her ass.

He pushed in as far as he could, the only thing stopping him from digging deeper, the gripping muscle at the other end of her canal. He slowly moved in and out, in and out, his dick opening her up to her fullest potential, his hips swiveling forward creating a groove that slide him up and down inside her ass allowing for it to press the walls of her hole together hard enough to create an intense friction to stimulate her g-spot from her other hole.

“I want it baby. Give it to me. Give it to me.”

“You want it hard?”

“YES. I want it hard. Give it to me hard.”

Tanea poised herself for impact, twisting the bedding in her hands.

Working and stroking in that ass, Terry rolled his hips so tight against her that the air between them was forced out, their bodies slapping against each other like a frenetic round of applause.

“Don’t stop.”

He couldn’t if he wanted to.

Tanea bounced her ass on him, dribbling it up and down and all around. She was wild with it. With one leg propped up on the bed, he placed his hand on her lower back as he guided her into the right spot on his 14 inch dick.

Long-stroking it, he probed for the bottom of her rear end corridor, the sticky liquid creeping out of his dick now wetting her. He glided and glided some more, until it felt like he was going to bust, his stamina and resilience for having her for as long as he desired the only things allowing him to withstand creaming in her.

He wouldn’t cum until she was good and fucked in all the positions he loved to bend her into.

Now was the time to give her what she was so deprived from with Alexis.

He descended from her clenching hole and sat down on the floor with his back to the bed. He opened his mouth under her clit, his pink, thick lips kissing the head, his tongue slithering around her hole.

“Ah huhhh huuu ahh yea, YES, YES!!! Lick it, lick it, lick it babbby, lickkkkk it.”

Tears formed in Tanea’s eyes. Internally she ached, chastising herself for having stayed away too long. In between orgasms, screaming his name at the top of her lungs, she fantasized about asking him to take her hand in marriage.

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