Wednesday, February 28, 2018

How to Avoid Drama from Couples in the Lifestyle

What's woody wood, grasshoppers?

Drama at parties usually occurs between couples and singles. Mainly because singles violate by not adhering to code of conduct like asking before touching and things of that nature. Sooooooo I decided to give folks an alley-oop before shit gets ugly at a party

1. Stay out the inbox if you already know your target is boo'd up

2. If you're a guy, approach the male of the couple, and if you're a chick, approach the female of the couple, for the okay to play with their significant other

3. Ask the person's status even if you think they're single

And if they lie about being single, it's not your fault (shit like that happens) 

4. Ask about, and know their rules

5. Respect their rules even if you think their rules are goofy

6. Don't kiss and tell in groups about how good (or bad) the sex was in the session

7. Avoid messy ass couples

8. Ask about their do's and don'ts 

9. The person in the couple is NOT your significant other

I've seen instances where singles, and couples, wanna claim someone else's main squeeze...LOL...smh

10. Interact and get to know the couple so they could get more comfortable with swapping or a single play

I'm Audi 5G

Peace and Afro Grease

Nah'Sun the Great @

Monday, February 26, 2018

Sneak Preview from You, Me, Us, Them – Cyber Sex

Satisfied with the gagging, he slipped a condom on and kneeled to keep his knees from touching the carpet with her legs on his shoulder. Digging in and up. Froggy style in the missionary position. Hitting her bottom for her to cum faster than she had the chance to breathe his name.
"Yes, baby."
"You hitting my spot."
"Like that?"
"Yes...yes...yes! Right therrrreeeee."
Niccolo kept digging in her guts and hitting her bottoms until she was like...
Niccolo stop digging and stood upright.
"I wanna FaceTime my roommate. She wants to see you fuck me."
Niccolo sucked his teeth. No words. Just him standing like a statue in wonder.
"Cool." He shrugged and lifted her from the carpet.
Emma gingerly walked to his room and called Aiko.
She picked up with the quickness...
...obviously they'd spoken about the digital peep show beforehand.
"Hey, babe." Emma combed through her hair with her fingers.
"Hey, sexy."
"He's here. The boy toy."
"He fucked you good yet?"
"Oooooh did he ever? Yes, he did."
"Let me see our boy toy fuck you good again. Do it for me."
"Naughty, naughty." Emma giggled and assumed the position.
Emma held the phone up so her roomie could see behind her. Niccolo strapped on a fresh condom and held her waist. Mentally worshipping her round coconut ass that bounced with enough jiggle to sound off like cap guns.
His dick was so hard that he didn't have to grab and aim...
...the stiffness possessed a mind of its own.
"Oooooh yeeeeeah." Emma closed her eyes to focus on the stimulation of him entering.
"Fuck her good, boss." Aiko cheered Niccolo on.
Niccolo didn't pay her any attention tho. His focus was on the tightness of Emma's wet and warmth hugging him. The equation of great pussy.
Slow, long strokes got her wet. Film of cream coated the latex. A puddle of passion built up on the base of his shaft. He prepped her V-spot for him to speed up as her walls gorilla gripped him.
"Ooooooh, baby. This cock feels good." She opened her eyes to talk to her roomie.
"How good?" she asked.
"Every inch is hitting my spot. Every corner. Every side. He's in my stomach, girl."
"How's his size?" Aiko whipped out her wand to masturbate.
"Looooooog and meaty. He's pulsating in my pussy."
"Keep going."
"Oh shit..." She felt Niccolo thrusting with more speed that knocked the breath out her lungs.
"How does it feel? Tell me."
"Oooooh Jesus. He's stroking me good."
"Is his cock bigger than what I imagined?"
"Giiiiiirl. Much bigger, babe. Waaaaaay bigger."
"Fuck yeah. Tell him to fuck you faster. I want him to fuck you good."
"He's perfect right now.”
"No, I wanna see him fuck the wind outta you."
Niccolo wanted to tell Aiko to "shut the fuck up" so bad that he took his annoyance out on Emma.
He grabbed her hair and pulled it back with a firm handle. His other hand groped a breast and slapped her ass. He went to town. Popping his hips onto her bubble and stuffing her to an orgasm...or two...or three...or four.
He never caught eyes with Aiko...
...he channeled his energy on breaking Emma's pussy.
He let go of her hair and breast to grip her waist. Pulling her into him. Making sure she felt the whole 9 and then some.
"Cum for me, bitch." He no longer boned her for pleasure.
He drilled her out of spite.
And still...
...she enjoyed every millisecond.
"Oh, God. Keep fucking me, motherfucker. Harder. Harder! I wanna feel you in my throat."
He rabbit fucked her 'til she slid down to her stomach with her ass up. He flipped the rhythm from thrusting to a grind as she lied on her stomach, the perfect position to rub the clit against him as he penetrated.
He choked her from behind...
...and she got off on that.

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Monday, February 19, 2018

Sneak Preview from You, Me, Us, Them – Ebony and Ivory

Preacher stopped abruptly and turned around to kiss her on the bridge of her nose. Then the forehead. The chin. And later her plush lips.
He quickly turned her around and lifted up her skirt. He slapped her ass twice and pressed her back onto his torso. Kissing the back of her neck. Massaging her pussy. Groping her breasts and tonguing her earlobes until moans flew over the stillness of the air away from the faint of music blaring from the club.
He savagely pulled down her black thong and slipped off his belt. He tied her hands together with the belt and dropped to his knees between her legs. His tongue split the middle fold of the V-spot to circle around the pink pearl.


He licked, nibbled and sucked on the pearl with no hands. She loved every time he ate her out. He knew how she wanted it. She didn't want the excess biting, pressing, and sucking. All she wanted was his tongue to whirlwind on the pearl and nowhere else in that cir-cum-ference.
Multiple orgasms rattled her body as she collapsed on the sand. Noodle legged. Spreading her legs wide for him to take the altar in her temple.
"Come on, church boy. Fuck me like you love me." Mocha licked her lips and felt his wholeness inside her moments later.
He fucked her silly. Pants legs ringing around his ankles and all. She didn't want romance. She wanted a pounding. An A-1 Hulk Smash she wanted for months since the last time they saw each other.
Her body was still used to his and no one else's. No other guy knew the ins and outs of her body like him. He knew when to grind, thrust, stop, speed up, twist, turn, and switch positions before she could climax. He knew when to come without drying her up.
"I want you to cum in me. Cum in me, please. Please, daddy, cum in me." She breathed.
Her begging heightened his sensitivity to cum.
"Oh shit, oh shit! Here cums. Aaaaarrrrgh aaaaaah uuuuggggghh aaarrrrgh Fuck! Fuck!" He felt a rush powering from his balls to the shaft of his dick.
He let loose and seeded her walls. Creampie. Her favorite entree when they sexed each other. He didn't pull out as he kept going for another nut. Still hard. Still energetic. Still amped for another round.
Just the way she loved it.
He held her waist and rabbit fucked her to the point of no return. "Oh shit! Aaaaarrrrgh aaaaaah uuuuggggghh aaarrrrgh Fuck!"
Even then he didn't pull out.
He fucked her balls deep for a third and final nut until she drained him dry.

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Saturday, February 17, 2018

Advice for Newbies in the Swing Lifestyle

*** Some Game for Newbie Guys ***

Words from your favorite author...

1. Be Patient

Some chicks won't fuck with you UNTIL they get to know you and see you @ a few parties

2. Don't Expect Much @ Parties

Expectation is the mother of disappointment

3. Stay Out the Inbox

Chicks already have it in their mind that you a creep when they don't know you unless they hit YOU up first

4. Hit up Meet and Greets

Familiarity breeds contempt, but it also makes people pay more attention to you when they see how you move

Which also means your posts in groups will get more love because headz actually saw you in-person #NoCatfish

5. Don't Voice Your Opinions in Someone Else's Beef

Mind your business unless you with the shits

6. Link up with a REPUTABLE veteran to learn the ins and outs of the Lifestyle

Every master was a student first

7. "Do The Knowledge"

In other words...look, listen and observe instead of going hard around unfamiliar people

8. If you're local, take your time to get your feet wet

9. If you're out of town, approach as many chicks as possible without seeming thirsty

You might not see them again, but be discrete about it because bad news travel faster thanks to social media

10. Approach the man in a couple if you wanna play with his woman

Every couple has their own rules, but that's the universal etiquette of the Lifestyle

Aight, I'm Audi 5G

Peace and Afro Grease

Nah'Sun the Great @

Thursday, February 15, 2018

Looks and Money verses Personality

A man is traditionally viewed as the bread winner. So a lot of times a woman’s financial situation is not important. For example…

A chick could look like a monster. But if she walks around with a phat ass and/or nice body then most dudes will holler. This might not stand true in isolated situations, but I’ve seen this through observation majority of the time.

A dude can look like Mr. Universe. But if ol' boy uses a metro card for primary transportation, stays @ home with ma dukes, and don’t have money in his pockets, then his chances are slim.

Don’t believe me? Well, finance is the NUMBER ONE reason why people divorce in America. Those dead green guys play a big role in securing a relationship.

Besides, a wise woman once said, "love don’t pay the bills"

You might say what I've described is superificial. Maybe you have a's nothing but sexual politics to me.

Women are probably the number one reason why guys want success...the main motivator…I must admit this as a man, but P.U.S.S.Y makes the world go ‘round

Check what Tony had told Manolo in Scarface

"First you get the money…then power…and last women." 

It’s only a movie, but that thought applies to the real world.

Another example…this time I’m gonna hit the college scene.

Athletes and fraternities are considered the cream of the crop on campus, at least socially. I’ve seen lame ass dudes who couldn’t get ass if their lives depended on it. But soon as they pledged a fraternity or got some publicity on a sports team, them same girls who shitted on them were throwing the booty hardcore left and right

Sororities have their groupies, but not on the same level as fraternities. Looks STILL count no matter how much power a woman holds. I doubt dudes would wanna sleep with Martha Stewart over Buffie The Body or Carmen Electra…LOL

On the other hand, you have millionaire, or even billionaire men, who aren't attractively challenged date some of the most gorgeous women known to man.

BUT…I’m gonna contradict myself and play devil’s advocate.

Women who are viewed as “dimes” to the majority can appear ugly with a stank personality. Women who are viewed as “average looking” to the majority can appear as “dimes” with style and a magnetic personality.

It’s not about how she looks on the outside as much as how she is as a person. Unless she's the trophy chick. I’ve seen highly attractive looking women get passed up for average looking women on the strength of swag and sense of style…when I say style, I don’t mean caking your face with pounds of make up and rocking the most expensive gear as possible.

A woman with a big ass, large breasts, wide hips, etc. can only get her so far in love. At the end of the day, if a woman fails to develop any kind of communicative skill with an attracting personality then she's only a trophy or fuck buddy...true story.

If you think you’re too skinny, I suggest eating the right foods and workout in the gym.

If you think you’re overweight, I suggest hitting the gym and watching your diet. My advice is more so about health and grooming your appearance than laws of attraction. What you think about yourself on the inside can affect how people think of YOU on the outside.

It’s kinda like the theory of "it’s not WHAT but HOW a person said it"

The same goes with men…

Grindin and hustling LEGALLY is important. This has nothing to do with bagging females per se, but more so with learning responsibility and doing your own thing.

If you don’t wanna work a 9-to-5, then research how to run a business and possibly set-up a vendor on the street. Cats get hella loot by selling oils, books and other items…they have 125th Street in Harlem on lock

I’ve said enough…hit a brotha up if I left out some points.

Aight, I'm Audi 5000

Peace and Afro Grease

Nah'Sun the Great @

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Sneak Preview from You, Me, Us, Them – Cheerleading for Orgasms

Tara looked away to check out the time on her alarm clock. "My roommate has evening classes back-to-back, and I don't have cheer practice until later this evening. You have condoms?"
"Shit! I didn't bring any. I didn't think I was going to see you today."
"Right." Tara looked disappointed until she asked, "Are you clean?"
"I take a test every 3 months without fail."
"Good. I'm clean also, and I trust you. Just pull out when you're about to cum. I can't afford to get pregnant."
Preacher erected from thinking about cumming on her. "Face, ass, or tits?"
"Anywhere you want." Tara got undressed from her crimson and cream cheerleading outfit and lay on her bed.
He eased on top and kissed her from feet to forehead until she got wet for him to enter. They got busy until he pulled out to cum on her face. Busting a phat load. Shocking the hell out of her from the amount of cum he let off. He wiped her face with his hand to feed her his nut. She licked and swallowed every drop. Proudly submitting to him after vowing she would never let a man do such a thing to her.
All it took was the right guy to come along.
No pun.

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Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Sneak Preview from You, Me, Us, Them – The Cougar

The oldest woman he'd ever laid with was a 50-year-old. Bi-centennial pussy. She'd taught him everything he knew about sex. From Tantric to sex positions to not cumming too fast from anxiety.
And then there was Ms. Yarboro...
...a college professor from the great state of California.
Sunshine, palm trees, bomb weed, and all that good shit.
Niccolo took real estate courses after graduating from ROTC and was smitten by Ms. Yarboro. Mainly because of her light brown eyes. She also took a liking to him, and sometimes flirted with the man who was 20 years her junior. That didn't matter because he was still legal to play ball.
Ms. Yarboro would sometimes sneak glances at him. Smiling when they caught eye contact. Giggling every time he walked past. Flirting whenever he asked questions about one of the lessons.
Then she got personal one day after class.
"Niccolo, are you married? I'm asking for a friend." Ms. Yarboro's gaze told him that she'd asked for herself.
"I'm married to the game, Professor Yarboro."
"A player, eh? And please, call me Denise."
"Something like that...Denise. How'd you guess?"
"I see how the ladies in class look at you... gossip about you." Ms. Yarboro was turned on by his cockiness. "Have you ever dated an older woman before?"
"Of course, Ms. Yarboro. I have a question tho...are you hitting on me?" Niccolo stepped closer to the podium where Ms. Yarboro stood.
"What if I said yes?"
Niccolo dick got hard. "I never got hit on by my friend's mother before. Let alone a professor. I wouldn't mind taking a sip of my favorite wine that ages gracefully."
"Such a charmer." Ms. Yarboro's nipples hardened as heat rushed between her legs.
Her pussy moistened...
...and she wanted to fuck him right then and there.
She put that impulse on ice and teased him instead. "I'll see you next week, honey." She winked at her padawan and left the classroom.
I'ma get her, Niccolo thought, but didn't know when he’d actually sniff the panties.
A few weeks passed by with more flirting, touching, and glances unbeknown to everyone except Dell, who also took the same real estate course because of his mother's insistence.
That mother being Ms. Yarboro.
"How you doing in the class, Nick?" Dell whispered while his ma dukes was knee deep in the lesson.
"So far so good. Just need to make time to study for the big test this week."
"Cool. So what you think about my mom?"
Niccolo thought the question was a bit weird. "She's cool."
"She's been helping me with my homework. She could help you too, you know. Help you pass."
"Nah, I'm good."
"You sure?"
"Yes, Dell, I'm sure." Niccolo chuckled, and shook his head at Dell's annoyance before focusing back on the lesson.
Niccolo didn't wanna tell Dell about whether he wanted to knock her off. He rarely kissed and told, if never. Even if that meant hoarding info from his crew.
"Act like you got pussy before." Uncle Bo had told a young Niccolo years prior when Niccolo told the whole school he'd finger popped this chick on the swings in a park.
After Ms. Yarboro dismissed the class, she beckoned Niccolo to walk to the professor table. Niccolo told Dell he'd catch up with him later. Dell looked on suspiciously before going about his business.
The second Niccolo reached her desk and the door closed, he found his tongue in her mouth. 
Tonguing. Slobbing. Rubbing faces. Licking each other's mouths like scrapping the last of the pudding.
Niccolo aggressively turned Ms. Yarboro around and pulled up her skirt. She wore no panties. Just black thigh high stockings.
He unbuckled his belt and whipped out his dick as his pants dropped to the floor. He kneeled behind her and ate her out to get her wet. Running laps around the clit clockwise. Sucking the clit and the flaps of the pink at the same time. After several minutes of licking the phat of the cat and tongue fucking her, she glossed over him when he stood and tapped his knob on the kitten.
"Stop teasing me and fuck me." Ms. Yarboro turned her neck to look behind her.
She instantly got wet when she felt him gut-deep. Her pussy muscles clutched onto him. Gorilla grip. It was a minute since she got blazed. Damn near a year. Her knees wobbled and her toes curled in black heels. She nutted in a matter of seconds from her first feel of a long, warm dick in months.
"Oh yesssss." Ms. Yarboro hissed as her neck jerked from each thrust he served her.
"You want it?" Niccolo held her waist with slow, long strokes.
"Yes, baby. Yes."
"How bad you want it?"
"How bad?"
"Real bad."
"I want you to gimme an A for this."
"You gotta gimme 100 percent dick for that A, baby."
"And what else?"
"I'll pass you if you keep fucking me like this."
"You said nothing but a word." Niccolo gripped her breasts from the back and drilled her with ass-popping thrusts.

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Monday, February 5, 2018

You, Me, Us, Them - the Swinger Chronicles


Some dream about it. Some indulge. The rest are curious about introducing themselves to the swing culture.

You, Me, Us, Them is a thorough examination of the Lifestyle commonly known to swingers as the LS. As couple swapping is generally frowned upon in mainstream society, the story of Niccolo and Katt takes you on a trip through the good, the bad, and the ugly for vets and newbies alike to avoid the pitfalls of the LS while engaging in sexxxplosive fantasies between 60 chapters of no filler.

You'll learn words of the LS such as unicorn, bull, chocolate, and vanilla that don't have anything to do with ice cream and animals.

You, Me, Us, Them serves as a vetting process of a secret society where codes, ethics, and principles are expected to be abided by between couples and singles in a close-knit community that distinguishes itself from people who merely engage in sex parties.

Common SIDE EFFECTS may include horniness, booty calls, random texts, addiction, insomnia, and pillow talking among friends about how damn good the book is after you finish reading.

Feel the blaze, a Nah'Sun blaze