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When I Look At Dirty Pics: 28 Seconds Until You Cum


Warmth… Saccharine on my tongue. Don’t move. I can feel it’s getting good, you’re about to cum.

Hold it. A thousand licks wrapped up in one. Butterfly wings I’ll make my tongue flick up and down. 24, 25, 26… I am going to make you cum.

Squirm. Shimmy. Wiggle. Twist, but I won’t move. Concentration so deep. 27, 28…


I can feel you cum.

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3 Ways To Swerve Your Girl Throwing You The Pussy… And You’re A Girl.

When I say I am a sex goddess, I don’t just mean with the men. Women lust hard for this pussy too. What is it, the smell of my hair? The thickness in my lips? My pretty tits?

Sometimes it’s good to get some pussy thrown at you, other times you just want a tired bitch to sit her ass down on a boulder of ice and let her pussy glacial-ize.

I’ve swerved some of the biggest female beasts I didn’t want to touch me, and I’ve also dodged having to see my friends naked when they thought it was time to take things to the next level.  One particular friend, and one night after visiting a spot with dangling sex toys on a wall, a cash register inside, and a huge sign out front, gives me flashbacks all the time.

Why, ma’am, as we soon as we arrived back at your place, you had to get undressed and changed into a skimpy ass bathrobe before you invited me back to your bedroom to “talk”?


When I’m in one these “nasty for all the wrong reasons” situations, here’s what I do:

  1. Blame it on the kids. If you’re a parent, you know the advantages of having your kids to save you. Tell her the kids are sleepy. Suddenly the kids have an elaborate bedtime routine that involves singing, dancing, three reenacted stories, and fresh baked cookesfrom scratch! After three hours, she will be too annoyed to push. *If you don’t have kids, or none are available, lay it on your needy ass man. If you don’t have one, blame it on your mama. Just use anyone’s neediness as your rescue.
  2. Tell her, she’s too much like a sister for you to part her pussy lips with your tongue. This doesn’t have to be lying if you do care for her that way, but if you have to “Stretch Armstrong” some truths, DO IT. I won’t be mad. Keep it cute and light. You don’t want to make her cry. If you do, then she can take your tactic to make into a pretzel so that you will give in. Nope!
  3. Remind her of your crotch rot! Again, just make up shit. If she wants to rock pussies with you after that, lose her number and never look back. People say kissing is the most intimate act. I say eating pussy is. I am not saying everyone turns down sick twat, but if they won’t, you don’t need them in your life. If they will knowingly eat a cottage cheese dripping pussy, that nasty bastard will do anything.

It may be easier to have your first pussy fest with a friend, and it may be convenient to fuck them regularly, but not all friends are good enough to look at after you’ve munched. The truth is always better, but sometimes you just don’t feel like telling it.

Trust! I know. The truth has lead to too many hours and days long conversations/interrogations that I don’t have the attention span, nor temperament to endure.

When not interested…


but if the circumstances are totally different, and you actually want that P, feel free to bathe her.


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.


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.


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?


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.


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 


Bisexual Men: Having Their Dick, And Sucking It Too. Yayyy!

I’m black. I’m a woman. Why am I not afraid of “down-low” men? Why don’t the implications of men having sex with men (MSM) make me fear for my sexual health? Why would I ever accept a bisexual man? Why? Because if it’s good enough for a woman, it’s good enough for a man to have sex with the same sex and not be for certain homosexual.

Bisexuality does exist, in women and in men. When two men have sex, does that mean that either of them are less of a man, less masculine because he enjoys male-to-male sex? No. He may also enjoy sex with a woman. He may also prefer sex with a woman over a man. This can be. It is happening now… and there’s nothing wrong with it.


See, MSM is only a problem, a threat to society, when safer sex is not applied. But you know what? The same is true whenever a man or woman has sex, whether same sex relations or opposite. What is the big deal? You fear the thought of your man bending over to take a dick? You don’t have to watch it.

What if the man you are with confesses that he has enjoyed or thinks about sex with other men very often? Would you leave? Would your lives be over? No. They wouldn’t be. Would the kids look at him differently? It all depends on how you raise them, but who has judged you for who you like to have sex with? No one has turned the kids against you.

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There are thousands of men with curiosities about sex with a man. They fear themselves. They fear judgement. They fear what they desire is wrong. They feel the only way a man can be a true man, a real man, they mustn’t submit to any desires to be sexual with another who has the same parts as they do, not in a real relationship, not one where you claim the other, not one where you go out in public together as a couple, not one where all your family knows what type of sex you have, not one where your friends assume you are the one getting penetration. This is the true problem we should be looking at with bisexual men, down-low men, men having sex with men: the secrets they feel they must keep which are destroying them and the ones they love because they have been programmed to feel that there are only two ways to live, straight or gay.

HIV/AIDS is real. It is a real problem for everyone. EVERYONE. People lie. People sneak around. Why are we stigmatizing men who aren’t straight and who don’t have sex with only women? The stigma should be for everyone. If down-low men had people in their lives who were rational, if they felt that they could be open about their sexuality like women are, there would  probably be less men lying about their same sex relations and taking deadly risks.

No. I never said lying is right, but sometimes it is necessary. Sometimes people make you feel like all you can do is lie. When all you can do is lie, you need to find out where your truth begins. Sex with the same sex is still sex. It’s still copulation. It’s still an act of satisfaction. Men and women having sex with each other, in relationships at all levels, should be truthful with each other.


The type of sex a man engages in doesn’t define him concretely no more than how he feels he can define himself. If he has no confidence that he can claim his sexuality, he won’t.

What women fear most about bisexual men, men having sex with men, other than the risk of deadly disease, is being cheated on. A bisexual person can be faithful. Heterosexual men fail the faithfulness test everyday. What does sexuality have to do with anything? Loyalty and true-ness are grounded in one’s character, not their sexuality.

September 23-Bisexual Pride Day

Bisexuality is fluid. Our flag blends shades of pink, purple, and blue. Bisexual orientation is different for each person, women… and men. A commitment is a promise. Bisexuals make and keep promises too.

We commit to who we feel is worthy. Same as any other sexuality. Make yourself worthy. Not just because you are a woman, not because you have his kids, not because you provide a better image standing beside him in public, but because you add value to his life.

How do you find out his value of you? Become intimate with him mentally. Keep your insecurities to the side, and let’s fuck!

Good wood is for whomever can handle it.


Bisexual Pride Event 

June 26, Thursday night, I will be a part of a live show as a special guest representing bisexuals at Maxim’s in Seattle via Skype. Keep up with future updates about this performance by following me on Twitter and Facebook, @ladramaprincess and La Drama Princess Author Erotica (friend page). I do respond if you send me a message.  

Check for my latest, “Swinging Submission” (the full novel) on LaDramaPrincess.com and sites like Amazon, Monday, May 12th. Suck me later, errh, thank me later.

Wet Fantasy Fulfilled: “James and Ellen, Together at Last” (A Review)

Sometimes, you just want to get away, to escape your life and get caught up in a world where the only things that matter are the good feelings of the heart, body, and sex organ. Sometimes, you just want to read about something different and special. Something that will make you say “if only it was me” while you are reading it.

“James and Ellen, Together at Last” , by Stephen Olander  is one of those reads.Cover for 'James & Ellen: Together at Last'

Blurb-James and Ellen had been waiting for a year until her divorce was final. Now they can be together and discover more about each other besides their love. (M/F, M/M/F) 

Most people would consider James and Ellen as wild. Ellen is a woman in control, completely certain about what she wants in the bedroom, finding her perfect match in James. Their intimacy is intense, unbridled. They aren’t afraid to go there at all!

Let me tell you, the things found in this book would make the average freak blush, yet they’d secretly tell you that they would do just about anything to get a chance to play either James or Ellen for a day.  When I say these two “take it there”, I mean it! Everything that you could imagine a lover succumbing to on a mission to please their lover, and themselves, is contained within this book. 

Open it up for back-to-back sessions of raging sex that only a wickedly, erotic mind could come up with.


“James, Ellen & David”

The heat continues to rise when Ellen goes where she, nor James, has ever gone before, and they both end up loving it in book 2.Cover for 'James, Ellen & David'

Blurb-A special rendezvous between James, Ellen and David (M/M/F) 

This series makes for perfect reading if you want to get hot right now. It is written in a way that the reader never feels bogged down with complicated questions and scenarios. Stephen Olander gives you two quick and stimulating reads, when all you really want to do is get to the orgasm.

Find both books only on Smashwords.