Lakisha, the Author

Daily Devotional – 11/30/15 “Whatcha looking like inside?”

Your body may be snatched, your face beat with the latest makeup while walking in the highest heels and chile your hair is relaxed, dyed and laid to the side. You may even look good in your suit, tie matches it just right, shoes on fleek and your haircut and line is perfect … but Saint of God if your soul isn’t right, you ain’t worth the effort you put into it! Like my Grams say, you ain’t worth a penny! Yea, you can outdo me with the latest fashions, wear nicer jewelry or carry around the most up to date electronics but it won’t change the fact that our caskets will be the same shape. Yea, you may think you are better than me but our grave will be dug the same, six feet deep. Yes, I get it; you can probably recite more scriptures than me by memory but if my memory serves me right, you aren’t living by them. So what if you’ve been at the church longer than anybody, what other purpose are you serving other than mess and gossip? Oh, I know you’re blessed and highly favored but are you approachable? I heard you were anointed but do your words match? I see you at church every Sunday but how’s your living outside of the doors?

Saint of God, the worst thing you can be to the Kingdom of God is a fake. Being dressed up on the outside but tore up on the inside is like spraying air freshener in an unclean garbage can. When the mist fades, it’ll still be dirty, funky and unusable. When will you clean up the mess instead of covering it? Beloved, God doesn’t care about your clothes, house size, the kind of car you drive or the money in your account for the bible tells me in Jeremiah 17:10, “But I, the LORD, search all hearts and examine secret motives. I give all people their due rewards, according to what their actions deserve.” If you aren’t getting what you think you deserve, search inwardly. Baby, you can give to every homeless person you pass, you can feed every stray cat or dog, you can help out during the holidays or even volunteer once or twice but if you aren’t doing it from a genuine place in your heart and mind; it’s all for nothing anyway. Fix yourself on the inside because it is what matters!

1 Peter 3:3-4, “Don’t be concerned about the outward beauty of fancy hairstyles, expensive jewelry, or beautiful clothes. You should clothe yourselves instead with the beauty that comes from within, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is so precious to God.”

Ms. Nice Nasty 2

There are some twists and turns coming up for Camille “Cam” Shannon in the series finale of Ms. Nice Nasty.

Can you guess what they are? Will she come out without a scar? Or will her actions have more consequences than she can handle?

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“Thank you, Mrs. Shannon. You’ve answered everything for me. Here’s my card. Since she named you as her next of kin, you will need to come down to formally identify her.”
“When?”
“Tomorrow morning. You can go down to the morgue. Here’s the information. Again, you have my condolences on the loss of your friend.”
Thomas walks them out as I sit on the couch in disbelief.
“Babe,” he says walking back into the room.
“Why didn’t she ask me for help?”
Pulling me into him, he wraps me in his arms. “This was her battle to fight and she decided how it would end. She told you not to blame yourself. Don’t do it.”
“I know but—”
“Just grieve for her. Don’t try to figure out the why, just mourn her.”
“It hurts so bad. It feels like there’s a ton of weight on my chest,” I say, trying to catch my breath.
“Breathe babe. Come on Camille, calm down. Look at me.” He takes my face in his hand. “Breathe.”
“It. Hurts. So. Bad.”
“I know, babe, and it’s going to hurt for a long time. She was your sister, a part of you, but you can’t make yourself sick.”
“She’s. Gone.”
“I know.”
He lays my head down on his leg and rubs my back as I cry for my friend.

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–Happy Reading!
Lakisha

Excerpt 2 from Ms. Nice Nasty 2 (Rated R Content)

Pulling up to the room number Charles texted, I reply with a text for him to open the door. I get out the car, almost running, wearing stilettos and a maxi dress with nothing underneath.

He opens the door to let me in and quickly closes it behind me before locking it.

“Hey,” I say walking into his arms where our lips lock and my tongue finds his.

“Hmm,” he moans when he finally lets go. “You smell so damn good.”

“I taste even better,” I smile as I walk away from him, pulling my dress over my head.

He laughs. “Only you would come out the house with basically nothing on but heels.”

“Putting all that on is wasted time, don’t you think?” I ask as I turn my back to him and rub my hand over my butt.

“I’m inclined to agree.”

“Have a seat on the side of the bed,” I tell him.

He eyes me suspiciously but does what he’s told. I pull a chair in front of him and sit, placing my legs on the bed on opposite sides of him. I spread them wide enough to make sure he has a fantastic view of the show.

He moves to touch but I slap his hand. “It’s not your turn.”

I lick two of my fingers, one at a time, before rubbing them over my shaven candy box.

I smile while watching him squirm. “I enter them into me and begin to pleasure myself.”

I use the other hand to spread my lips while I continue to play with my clit.

“Hmmm, she’s so wet,” I moan to him as he watches me.

“Make her cum,” he says, licking his lips.

I spread my legs a little further and begin rubbing harder and faster.

“Mmm, ooo, ooohhhh!!” I scream while the orgasm rocks through me.

He grabs my legs and pulls me from the chair, flipping me on the bed. Working to undo his pants, he quickly steps out of them as he reaches for a condom on the table and covers his rock-hard penis with it.

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–Happy Reading
Lakisha

Excerpt 1 … Ms. Nice Nasty (Rated R Content)

Excerpt from Ms. Nice Nasty 2

After another thirty minutes of smiling, hugging and listening to not-so-funny courtroom jokes, I whisper to my mom that I need a quick break. My nerves are on level ten and I need a moment to get myself together.

Walking down the hallway, I am looking down and messing with my dress when someone snatches my arm.

“What the fuck!” I scream.

“Shh!”

“Shh hell! What the f— Charles!”

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I saw you walking and you weren’t paying attention so I thought I would get you to myself for a minute.”

“You scared the shit out of me.”

“I’m sorry. You looked like you were in need of this,” he says kissing me.

“Hmm,” I say, wrapping my hands around his neck.

After a minute of tasting each other’s tongues, I push him away. “Ok, ok; stop!”

“I’m just trying to help you,” he smiles.

“No, you’re not. You are trying to get a quickie.”

“Well, since you bought it up…”

“Whatever! Move, I am not about to struggle with this dress.”

He takes my hand and rubs it on his growing penis. “You sure?”

“Yes, I don’t even know where we are. Somebody can come in and catch us and that’s the last thing I need.”

“Don’t worry, I made sure it’s secluded.”

“Of course you did. You must have been sure you were getting some?”

“The Bible does say ‘ask and you shall receive’.”

“Did you really just quote the Bible while you are trying to get inside my panties?”

“Does it help with my case?”

“No.”

“Then why are you unbuckling my pants?”

“Because there’s no need in letting this go to waste.”

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–Happy Reading
Lakisha

Daily Devotional – 11/25/15 “Giraffe mindset!”

I was on Facebook yesterday and I came across a video of TD Jakes giving an analogy of a giraffe and a turtle. Now, this piqued my interest and I jotted down, “giraffe mindset” for a thought today. So, as I opened up google to research a giraffe, I’m beginning to think that maybe we (Saints of God) ought to get a giraffe mindset. See, giraffes are usually walk in groups. But get this, when in a group they travel less than a kilometer apart and they are all traveling in the same direction. What does that mean for us? Well, you should be traveling with folk who are headed in the same direction as you, on the same level with you and those who have a kingdom mindset, like you. You can keep on hanging out with the folk who don’t and you may just end up being somebody’s prey. You need to have somebody, in the same frame of mind as you, close by just in case something pops off and you need somebody to lean on, talk too, pray for you or with you or simply just to be there. Oh and I’ve found that when you are walking with these types of folk, they won’t tell your business.

Then, being like a giraffe keeps you from standing among trees (those Saints who are planted in their mess and not willing to move) because then you can’t see the enemy approaching. And you have thick skin so that if you happen to run through a thorn bush (those Saints who like to stick it to you), you won’t get punctured. A giraffe’s legs are made to withstand their weight (which means you won’t buckle under the pressure) and a giraffe has two movements, walking or galloping; no time to stand around. A giraffe has a large heart (25lbs) which mean you’ll have enough space to love your enemies. Lastly, having a giraffe mindset keeps you from lowering your head to hear the whispers and talk of the naysayers. See, when a giraffe lowers its head, the blood rushes there and if they don’t raise it fast enough, they could pass out. What does this mean for Saints? Stop hanging your head to deal with pettiness. Stop trying to see what those who aren’t on your level are seeing; your view isn’t the same. If I’m on the top floor, I can look out and see the tops of buildings but if I’m on the bottom floor, I’ll only see what’s down there. This is why, when you are built to be tall, you’ll pass out trying to lower yourself down to folk who weren’t built for it. Stop doing it! Let them rise to meet you. Get a giraffe mindset and stand tall.

Matthew 7:16, “By their fruit you will recognize them. Do people pick grapes from thornbushes, or figs from thistles?”