He's a successful tattoo artist, she's an aspiring stylist; chemistry is undeniable from their first meeting...read to see what happens. (18+)

"So when you gon' stop playing and let me hit that shit, Zuria?" Mitch asked while he smoked a blunt in my mother's living room and we both sat on the floor. "Let you hit this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I watched him blow smoke into the air. "Yeah." He smirked, cockily. "How about when you learn how to talk to your girlfriend?" I took the blunt out of this hands and smashed it on the ashtray that was on the coffee table. "Whatchu do that for?" He bit his bottom lip, leaning into me. "Hm?" He went on, softly biting my neck. "I've told you, you can't smoke in here, Mitchell." "You're really not even supposed to be here." I said to him, considering my mother did not condone boys in her house but here he was. He'd completely ignored me though as he mushed his head into my neck, leaving small kisses. "Stop." I whined playfully as he pushed himself up onto me and kissed my lips, pushing me backwards with our lips still attached. "Mitch." I spoke nervously as he climbed on top of me while I now laid my back onto the carpet. "Let me hit that shit, ma." He spoke softly into my ear as he continued leaving kisses on my neck. "Mitch, we cant. My mom will be home from work soon." I expressed to him but he ran his hands up my school skirt anyway. "Stop bitchin'." "Let me finally pop that cherry, Z." He spoke, putting his lips on mine as he slowly moved my underwear aside and rubbed his fingers against my Girl. "Mm." I moaned, unfamiliar with this feeling but it felt great. And though I knew my mother would be here soon, I no longer wanted to stop. He continued rubbing it as I laid there, looking up into his eyes. As I did, he smirked down at me and I smiled small, rubbing a hand down his cheek. I was so in love with this boy.

"Hello, Sincere. How are you feeling today?" "Same as everyday, can't sleep, can't eat.." I trailed off, looking down at Sinclair who had a perfect mixture of both V and I. "That's not good." She said and I shrugged. "None of this is." I said and she nodded understandingly. "Have faith." She said, placing her hand on my shoulder and I nodded. I tried hard to keep the tears in because I had to be strong for everybody. The family was really going through it and I just wanted her back in my arms. V had my heart and if I lost her for good, I'd never look for love again. The doctor walked out as I sat there quietly and Clair looked over my face while she made spit bubbles. I bit my bottom lip, holding back tears as I looked at V laying there with tubes in her. Not able to hold on any longer, I broke down. "Baybeh, I need you..." I trailed off, shaking my head. "I need you so bad, I can't do this shit. I can't do life with you." I explained, looking down at the floor. "We need you, ma." My voice cracked, looking over to Sinclair who was still looking up at me. "Our baybeh girl is so beautiful, ma. I want you to see her, I want you to see her grow up. I want you to be here with us.." I trailed off, collecting my words. I wiped my face as more tears poured down and I shook my head, sighing deeply. "Wake up, baybeh." I spoke, breaking down as I bit my bottom lip.

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.

At the young age of nineteen, Essence has lived a life of constant hurt and pain. Raised in the hood by her great grandmother she definitely grew up too fast. Despite her grandmothers' efforts she was sucked into the street life. A life of crime, drugs and sex. By hitting licks, robbing and scamming Essence has built a comfortable lifestyle for herself. When her and her best friend Katherina hit big on the wrong job life as Essence knew came crumbling down. Betrayal ... deceptions will she make it through it all? Or will her actions cost her, Her life??

Nymphomaniac nym·pho·ma·ni·ac \-nē-ˌak\ noun abnormal and uncontrollable desire by a woman for sexual intercourse. Kyla Kies was defiantly a nymphomaniac. Being call a sex addict wasn't good enough, it wasn't complicated enough, and that is exactly what Kyla was. Craving sex on a daily basis was just what she did. She caught herself living off of one night stands and hook ups. She barely even knew what a real relationship was. Most women would probably describe her as a hoe, whore, tramp, bitch, or skank. She didn't really care though. She didn't care about anyone's feelings or who's she hurt. She was just too clever and heartless to get wrapped up in anyone's feelings at all. But soon that would change... Satyriasis /ˌsatəˈrīəsis, ˌsā- / noun Uncontrollable or excessive sexual desire in men Andre Martin has an obsession, just like every other male, it is with sex. He was aggressive, and always gave orders, and never took them. He could get any women he wanted with just a snap of a finger. And he always took advantage of his power. He almost never turned down a women who threw themselves at him, but of course she had to be bad. Andre Martin was a young successful man, and he had a very bright future ahead of him, that is if he can control his obsession. Every man has a weakness and that is just what his is. He isn't interested for a girl that might be long term, and he isn't looking. He doesn't even like to hook up with a person more than twice, so how can he put himself in a commited relationship? But there may be an exception... When these two cross paths one insane night. Both of their ways just might be changed. Together they can cure eachother. Or maybe just tame eachother.

By day, she's honest, innocent, sweet, and loving daughter, Jae. By night, she's New York's most sexy, seductive and wildest stripper, Karma. Will Jae be able to hide her secret life or will she crack under the love for X-plicit. Read on to find out.

Love, lust, & lies. Fiction. All rights reserved. Sexual content.(some chapters may be private!)

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Life has a funny way of teaching you how to appreciate the blessings given. Handed chance after chance Castlena took none of the signs in front of her, ones the were alerting her of the consequences she'd face ahead if she didn't get on a straight and narrow path. After being charged with burglary at only nineteen Castlena's life takes a drastic turn. Prison time isn't something she thought she'd have to go through , along with the betrayal of a spouse and friend. Naive to tricks and schemes , unable to spot enemies it was time for things to change for Miss Beur. Dedicating her life to herself and things that benefits her , Castlena is ready to take a new approach at life post-prison. Come along on this journey as a young woman beings to trust her self , her intuition, dealing with life , it's trials and tribulations, possibly love.