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WHADUP BP, AS MANY OF U MAY KNOW, I'M "TRUSE DA GREAT" OF RUFF NECK PUBLICATIONS / RUFF NECK MEDIA. AS OF RIGHT NOW I RESIDE IN CHI-TOWN AND I'M LOOKING FOR TALENTED PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY HAVE THERE HEARTS SET ON BECOMING AN ACTRESS, ACTOR, OR WRITER. NOT FOR NOTHING, BUT I REALLY DON'T CARE TO CONVERSE ABOUT SEX AND NON RELATED TOPICS. IF YOU FEEL THE ERGE TO FOLLOW A DREAM OR SET OUT TO DO THINGS THAT MOST PEOPLE WONT GIVE YOU A CHANCE TO PARTAKE IN......TAKE A RYDE TO DA RUFF SIDE... YOU CAN SUBMIT ALL MANUSCRIPTS TO TRUSEDAGREAT@YAHOO, OR YOU CAN CALL 708-979-6492 TO SET UP A MEETING...AND ON DA FLIP SIDE, I WRITE SO OF DA HARDEST HOOD NOVELS THAT YOU COULD FIND IN DA WORLD..........FIRST NOVEL, "FOLLOW DA CODE" (WIN, LOSE, OR DRAW) WRITTEN AND PUBLISHED BY ME, TRUSE DA GREAT! YUP! GET AT DAT.. ________________________________________________________________________________ CHAPTER THIRTY "Oh %#&@$!, mmm, damn! Suck that %#&@$! girl. Suck that dick for daddy." Blitz barked as he got his dick sucked by some chick that he had just met on South Orange Ave. He was parked on South 12th street and 13th Ave next to the graveyard. Mega cars occupied the parking spots, so he figured that he'd find a nice spot so he could get some Heady Murphy. He was so in to talent that shorty had with her mouth sport, that he never noticed the black Cadillac circle the block twice. The first time the Cadillac passed by, the guy in the passenger seat spotted Blitz car but wasn't sure if it was Blitz car or not. "Yo I told you that was that fool!" The guy in the passenger seat shouted. "Go around the again. I'm 'bout to mush this nigga right now." "Yo slump this nigga and K-I-M." The driver of the Cadillac barked. "You know police play this area type hard, and I'm not trynna see no parts of the Green Monster. (Essex County Jail). "I got this son. Just pull up to the corner and let me out. When I start dumpin', come scoop me." "True." They pulled up to the corner of 12th street and 12th Ave and shut off the lights to the car. "Be on point my nigga." "I got you %#&@$!! Just hurry the %#&@$! up!" The guy in the passenger seat exited the car and walked in the direction where Blitz was parked at. His palm began to sweat as gripped the handle of his 38-Special hand gun. His heartr was pounding in his chest as he contemplated his next move. Deep down inside he was terrified of Blitz, but he was tired of Blitz demanding money from him and his runners. Tonight was the night that he would put an end to Blitz selfish demands, once and for all. When he walked up to the car, Blitz was gripping the steering wheel with his left hand, and his right hand was on the back of shorty neck. He pushed her face into his pubic hairs, shelving his dick down her throat. He wanted her to swallow every drop of %#&@$! that oozed out of his aids infested dick. Blitz opened his eyes and saw the guy standing over him from outside the car with his gun pointed directly at his head. Before he could even put his thoughts together, they were splattered all over the passenger side window. "Drip-Dry mutha%#&@$!a! Remember dat!" Shorty was so in shock that she couldn't muster a half of a scream. As Drip-Dry walked away, and jumped back in the Cadillac, she sank down in her seat and took a deep breath. She was so %#&@$!ed up in head that she stayed there until the police arrived. Once the police got her to the present, they tried desperately to force her into saying that the ABG Family was responsible for this murder. The name Deion Collins was a name that she refused to speak in the presence of the police. No matter how many times they tried to get her to say that Deion killed Blitz, she wouldn't say it. She would rather do time in jail than to lose her life in the streets. Deion was a feared man in the streets and this the police knew. Yet that didn't stop them from trying to find a sucker to brake the code of the street. "if we get to the head the body will get weak." "I know Joe, but how? Every time we get close or we think we got something, we end up getting %#&@$!ed. %#&@$! the son of a %#&@$! make me wanna become ABG." "Who the %#&@$! are you telling. I watched the poor bastard grow up. I remember when he wasn't %#&@$!! He and his buddies from that house by the gas-station. Now look at him." The cop stated while holding his hands up in the air. "The mother %#&@$!er probably wares my mortgage around his neck." "Don't worry, we'll get him Bruce." "When Joe? When?" ________________________________________________________________________________ "NO TRESPASSING" ! the friendship union it self needs to be actively protected. thats where faithfulness comes in. We need for instance, to have some boundaries between our friendships and the outside world. Its our responsibilty to say "no" to the third parties- to makeing a secretary of such confidant, to invest more in one friendship than one me. A life of "yes" to everything else ultimately results in a no to friendship. friendship; doing some hard work in forsaking, or leaving behind other things friendship was not desinged to be the source of all life for us. all good friendships need a little support, so seek out the right and appropriate sources. Your sources of likes should not only be helping you but also helping you to love your friendships. Often the intruders isnt the issue. the intruder is the result, or symptom of another issue in a friendship. The real issue has to do with our relationships or character. when a friendship contains conflict or hurtful words its because someone is tending to busy in other people and their activities. So its our responsibilty to bring the real issue to light and deal with it. The nature of emotional intimacy itself can make a friendship vulnerable to outside influeness. When i notice the vunerability and exposure i be come frightened or when intimacy does its work one may pull away from what the other one wants to reveal about beening hurt failing or sin. just know no one extept you and only you can keep your friendships confidential cause any one can kiss and tell. i know trust me ! One love ________________________________________________________________________________ "A SCENE FROM ONE OF MY NOVELS" As seductively as she could, she licked her lips, pulled up her dress, and gave him an inviting look at her wet %#&@$!. She sucked on two of her fingers and then placed them on her clit. Deion sat on the floor in between her legs and watched as she squirmed from the pleasure she giving her self. Before she could %#&@$!, Deion put an end to her self satisfying phase and started eating her out. He ate her %#&@$! like a hungry slave that worked the yard for days without eating. Wanting to bring her more pleasure, he stripped off her cloths and cuffed her to the bed. He then pulled out a vibrator from his travel bag. Slowly he played with her clit with the vibrator and continued to eat her %#&@$!. This was an experience that she had never experienced and she was loving every second of it. It felt so good to her that she came after the first minute. But that wasn't enough for Deion. He licked and sucked on her until she was in tears from the mixture of his tongue and the vibrator. She was shaking and squirming, but nothing or no one could stop the sensation that ran through her body as she had her first orgasm ever. In a matter of time she was out cold. While she was sleep, Deion un-cuffed her and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. After being in the shower for about forty-five minutes, he heard 'Butta luv' by Next playing through the radio that sat on the night-stand next to the bed. Shamika stepped into the shower. 'one-Mo-Gin was the name of the Motel, and any thing that was done had to be done one-mo-gin. She was taken by storm when she saw the way his body looked under the stream of water. She lay down on back and caught all the water that fell from his erect dick in her mouth. She then stood up to take his dick into her mouth. Deion was standing at attention, and she was Shamika was all about her business. She handled his dick with caution and drove it down her throat until it was damn near resting on her stomach lining. As good as it felt to have Shamika's warm mouth around his dick, he stopped her from suckin' it. He had intended to come here to relax and have fun. But this wasn't about him. It was about not giving her any reasons to go out and get pleased else where. He stood her up and placed his dick into her %#&@$!. "Ouch! Please be gentle daddy." Shamika begged. They made love in the shower and made there way to the bed where they past out for the rest of the day. ________________________________________________________________________________ "LISTEN WITH YOUR HEART" I AM A MAN, YET I AM NEVER HEARD. MY SCREAMS, SO MUCH POUNDING AND BANGING, BUT NO ONE SEEMS TO HEAR ME. MY SOUL FEELS LIKE IT'S BEEN RIPPED IN HALF, BUT MY HEART REMAINS AS ONE. I AM CONSTANTLY FIGHTING TO BECOME A BETTER MAN, A BETTER LOVER, A BETTER LISTENER, AND A BETTER FRIEND. THROUGH MY EYES, I CAN SEE ALL THE PLACES WHERE I NEED TO BE. FROM MY HEART, I AM ABLE TO HEAR THE MANY THINGS THAT MY MIND WANTS ME TO HEAR. IN MY HEART, I CAN FEEL THE WORDS THAT MY MOUTH IS AFRAID TO RELEASE. PLEASE, LISTEN WITH YOUR HEART, AND YOU'LL HEAR WHAT MINE HAS TO SAY... BY: TRUSE-DA-GREAT!!!   |
