April 2008
2 posts
Brown Sugar - Chapter 9
Jasmine was making a deal with the devil, but the devil had a way to escape from this rock house she and LaShira were jailed under. “You gotta look like you know what you’re doing, Jazz. Just walk right by the guards like you has a purpose. Stick that coke up your twat, and then give it to Smarty in the kitchen. He’ll take it from there.” Booty was the queen bee in this...
Brown Sugar - Chapter 8
LaShira woke up with a fat lesbian on her face. Every bitch inna Bronx County Prison was a cunt licking dykasaurus. Her bosoms were being groped in a manic frenzy by her cellmate, Brandy, who had forced herself on top of LaShira to cop a feel of her hot, plump titties. She didn’t mind giving it up every now and then since Brandy was good at protecting her from the other whores up in there....
March 2008
7 posts
Brown Sugar - Chapter 7
It had been a month and a half since LaShira had been raped at the Buttlick Bump House. She was discovered bleeding on the floor by a cocktail waitress named Uniqua who had gone to take a speedball break in the dressing room. It took LaShira three weeks in the hospital to fully recover and another two all laid up and shit at Jasmines apartment. Jasmine was sweet about taking care of LaShira and...
Brown Sugar - Chapter 6
LaShira was done fucking around. It was time for her first night onstage at the Buttlick Bump House, the hottest hip hop club north of Central Park. All the fine, hot niggaz were always up in this joint whether they was performing or just getting their drink on. She could hear the crowd pulsating through the walls and into her dressing room. LaShira was gonna make her debut in about ten minutes....
Brown Sugar - Chapter 5
Shit, she hadn’t felt like this since she used to go to her neighbors house parties in Brownsville. LaShira’s booty was ripe by the age of 14 and she had wasted no time learning how to use it. Every weekend there was some hip hop thugs thumping some deep ghetto shit out of the speakers of their house. Everyone on the block would be there. She would plow through 3 fourtys of...
Brown Sugar - Chapter 4
LaShira and Jasmine bust into that White Castle like they was expecting to rumble. L.T. was up at the counter ordering some cheap unhealthy bullshit from his best friend Tyrell who worked the night shift. Tyrell was too fucking hot to be slingin’ burgers but he was a good kid and was trying to put himself through junior college. “Here’s your shit. Don’t come back to the...
Brown Sugar - Chapter 3
LaShira made a pit stop by Jasmine’s place to clean herself up. She was going to meet L.T. tonight to give him the rest of his stuff from their apartment. LaShira had already changed the lock and she wanted to be rid of him once and for all. “How was the meeting, girl”, Jasmine asked in a cute poodle way. “Sucked. I can’t believe I let that Wonderbread Whiteboy do me...
Brown Sugar - Chapter 2
LaShira and the ghetto queen receptionist at Hotty Fresh weren’t seeing eye to eye. She had been there 15 minutes arguing with him that she did indeed have an appointment with MC DeadFace - the recording mogul of Hotty Fresh Records. “Look, sweetie - Ain’t no Mariah Carey copycat gonna get through me. You have to have an appointment.” His name was D-Shon and she had dealt...
Brown Sugar - Chapter 1
LaShira Desmond doesn’t take any disrespect from nobody. Especially not from any foul mouthed playas that live with their moms up on 117th and St. Nick. So why is LaShira sitting in the park holding a pack of ice up to her cheek as her good mascara mingles with her tears and runs down the side of her silky cocoa brown face? Because Lawrence “L.T.” Tobbit smacked her bitch up....