One of the reasons I write …

I received the following message from a new reader of my series Ms. Nice Nasty and I LOVE IT! This is what writing is about for me! See, I’ve said before … Writing is my God given gift and I use it, not for sales (because it still pays as a hobby), but because it’s my passion. I write to build relationships, to help and to encourage.

You have to understand, I’ve had many of prayer sessions with God asking if this is what I should continue and each time He shows me that I have no choice but to do it! Yes, I am a preacher of God’s word and yes I write about sex however it doesn’t change my assignment! God equipped me for this and this is the reason I DON’T listen to naysayers.

I write because God planted the seed inside of me at my creation!

Anyway, here’s the message I received …

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Chile!!! This is why you need to get your hands on Ms. Nice Nasty. You can download your copy HERE!

 

 
Happy Reading!
— Lakisha

Two Chapter Peek of Ms. Nice Nasty: Cam’s Confession

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18 years ago

“Thank you Mr. Frederick, this is just what I need.”

“Is there any else, Camille?”

“What do you mean?” I ask looking confused while grabbing my things.

“Oh come on, you know what I mean. You didn’t come here tonight for help with this assignment because you could have easily figured it out yourself.”

“Um, I’m not following.”

“Sure you are,” he says, smiling.

“Okay, but I’m not sure what you mean. You’ve always helped me before but if it’s a problem, I won’t come to you again.”

“No, no, there’s no problem but you’re not a freshman anymore so now I need some help from you.”

“Oookay,” I say, still confused.

He takes my books and sits them on the floor before taking my hand and placing it between his legs.

I snatch it back. “What in the hell are you doing?”

“Calm down, haven’t you felt a dick before?”

“No, and I don’t appreciate you putting my hand on yours.”

“You’re a virgin?” he asks, smiling.

“I’m going to go because obviously I’ve given you the wrong idea.”

He grabs my arm and pushes me back down on the couch. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

He gets up and locks the door.

“Look Mr. Frederick, I apologize if I gave you the wrong idea but if you let me out of here now, I promise I will not say anything.”

He starts laughing. “You aren’t going anywhere, little girl, and you won’t say anything either, not if you want to finish this program.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I have the power to make or break you at this school.”

“I’ll take my chances,” I say, trying to grab my books again.

He gets angry and pulls me up to him. “Oh, you’re a feisty little bitch. I like that, but I suggest you shut the fuck up and listen.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“You don’t know when to shut up, do you? Get on your knees.”

Crying, I kneel in front of him as he unbuckles his pants. Shoving his dick in my face, I squirm trying to avoid it but it’s only making him more aroused. Using it to slap me on my lips, he smiles. “Open your mouth.”

Refusing, he grabs my hair and pushes his dick into my mouth, “Suck it!”

I gag from the musty odor of him but he continues to thrust in and out until I almost throw up. Pulling me up by my hair, he licks me on the lips and says, “You’ll get better with practice.”

Turning me around on his desk and snatching my panties from under my dress, he spreads my legs with one of his. He pushes me down as he rubs a finger over my clit.

“I’ve been waiting to sample this pussy,” he tells me, slapping me on the ass. “Relax and you might enjoy it.”

Crying and begging him to stop only makes him more aggressive as he keeps one hand on my back, forcibly holding me down. He’s fumbling around with I’m guessing a condom when I take note of a paperweight sitting on the edge of the desk.

He finally thrusts into me and I cry out.

“Ah,” he moans as he pounds into me. “This is some good, pure pussy.”

He continues, every thrust getting harder and harder with his hand now on the back of my neck.

“Ah, ah!” he grunts before finally pulling out of me.

I lay there a few seconds giving him a minute to back up. Picking up the paperweight from the desk, I swing it towards his head, connecting the first time.

“Dammit!” he yells, stumbling back. “You crazy bitch!”

He walks towards me and I keep swinging.

Chapter 2

“Camille, Camille! You’re safe.”

“What?”

“You’re safe,” says Dr. Melody Scott, my sex therapist, drawing me out of my nightmare.

“I’m sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for? For finally letting down your wall?” she asks, handing me a tissue. I didn’t realize tears were rolling down my face.

“I’ve never told anybody that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I didn’t want them looking at me with the same look you’re giving me now, that look of pity. Poor Camille, got herself raped—”

“Camille, stop it! I am not looking at you with pity.”

“Of course you are. Isn’t that what you doctors do? Sit up and judge folk because you never do any wrong? Is this not what you were expecting? This, or me having daddy issues?”

“We as doctors don’t judge: we are here to help and no, this isn’t what I was expecting. All I was ever expecting from you is the truth of your problem. And just so you know, I make mistakes too because I’m human.”

“Humph! You could have fooled me, Ms. Sex Therapist Doctor. Sitting here with your hair all nice and neat, fancy suit and shoes, looking like you’ve never sinned.”

“Don’t you look the same way every time you come in here? The only difference is that I don’t run from my problems.”

“Who said I’m running from mine?”

“I am. Have you not realized we’ve been at this for almost two years and this is the first time you’ve ever let me in? Why is that?”

“Because then I have to face the person I was sixteen years ago.”

“But aren’t you tired of running? Aren’t you tired of hiding behind the disguise of Cam?”

“It’s who I am. She’s the one who got me through that.”

“But what are you afraid of now?”

“Of losing her.”

“What makes you think losing her is a bad thing?”

“Because this is all I know. Cam is who I am!”

“And how’s that working for you?”

“It was working great. I was enjoying it quite well until everybody started dipping their nose in my business.”

“Why do you always blame everybody else?”

“Listen Doc, I don’t want to argue today. We’ve made some good progress.”

“Stop taking everything as a joke, Camille.”

“I’m not!” I say, getting angry. “And I am not blaming everyone else. Like I’ve told you before, I don’t have a problem with who I am. I love the shoes I’m walking in.”

“Even if they cause you to lose everything you’ve worked so hard for?”

“Who said they would?”

“Be real for a minute, Camille. Look at everything you’re going through now. Can you honestly say it’s worth it?”

“Well no, but—”

“There is no ‘but’ when it comes to your life. Don’t you get that? You have an opportunity to get it right, at this very moment, yet you’re choosing ‘Cam’ over everything else. Is she worth losing your family, your friends, your career and quite possibly your life?”

I can’t answer.

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First Chapter Peek of Ms. Nice Nasty 2

Ms Nice Nasty 2

“What the fuck!” Thomas yells as the bullet passes his head and lodges into the door.

“You crazy bitch!” I scream, running towards Jyema.

“Stop before I shoot at your ass too.”

“And then what, Jyema? What is your endgame?” When she doesn’t answer, I continue. “You haven’t thought that far, have you?” I laugh. “You stupid motherfucker! It’s always you cute chicks that’s crazy as fuck!”

“Camille, what in the hell is going on?”

“Yea, Camille, why don’t you tell your husband what is going on?” Jyema laughs.

“I am so glad you find this funny but answer this: what has been your point in all of this? You’ve been stalking me for months, calling me all times of day and night, leaving notes and pictures, busting windows out of my car, calling my job and for what?”

“She’s been the one doing all those things?” Thomas asks, pointing at Jyema. “I bet you were the one that blamed Chelle for all that stuff too?”

“Shut up!” she screams. “Shut the fuck up both of you! Thomas, she doesn’t care about your whining ass, can’t you see that? In fact, she doesn’t care about anybody but herself.”

“Girl,” I laugh, “what is your point? Telling him is going to do what — make him leave me? Oh, I get it. You’re mad because I wouldn’t spend any more time with you.”

“You pushed me off like I was nothing. Like I didn’t mean shit to you.”

“Do you hear yourself? We weren’t in a relationship. We were two consenting adults enjoying each other’s company, making each other feel good, but now your ass has gone crazy.”

“I’m not crazy. I just wanted you and you blew me off!”

“You have a whole husband,” I say to her.

“And? You do too, but it didn’t stop you from coming to me.”

“For fun, Jyema! For fucking fun, but now you’re standing here on the night I am supposed to be celebrating my installation to judgeship with a gun pointed at me and my husband.”

“Wow!” Thomas says. “Just when I think our lives can’t get any worse. Isn’t she Brock’s wife?”

“Don’t start, Thomas. Now is not the time.”

“It’s never the time. What else is it going to take for you to see you need help? Standing here with this crazy bit—”

“Say it and I’ll put a bullet in your ass,” Jyema warns walking over to Thomas.

“Okay, stop. Just calm down. What do you want?” I ask her.

“I want you to leave with me.”

“What? And go where? To Happilyeverafterville? You do know that security is probably out in the hallway as we speak?”

“I don’t know! Just shut up and move,” she replies, opening the door.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Yes, you are. Let’s go.” She grabs my arm.

“Look, fool, why don’t you leave before the police get here in order to save both of us a lot of embarrassment.”

“I’m not going anywhere without you.”

“And she isn’t getting out of here without going to jail,” Thomas says.

“Drop the gun!” a police officer shouts.

She pushes me back into the room, closes the door and begins to panic.

“Jyema, look. You need to open the door and we’ll figure this shit out. I am sure the media is all over this by now and this is the last thing I need.”

“Fuck! It’s always about you, Cam! I ought to shoot your ass right now and get it over with.”

“And then what? Are you willing to spend the rest of your life in jail for shooting a judge?”

“Not if I kill myself too.”

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Freaky Friday Excerpt …. Ms. Nice Nasty 2

Ms Nice Nasty 2

Click HERE“Hey, you still up?” I ask when he answers the phone.
“Yes. What’s up?”
“Can I get a quickie?”
“Where are you?”
“Outside.”
He walks out and my mouth is watering. I pop the locks on the doors as I motion for him to join me in the back seat.
He stops and waves for me to let the window down. “Camille, what—”
“Just get in,” I say cutting him off.
He quickly opens the door and slides in. I can tell by his facial expression he is at a loss for words.
“What are you up to?”
“Don’t talk.”
I reach for his crotch and trace his manhood with my fingers. Thank God he has on basketball shorts. I quickly take off his shirt and slide down to remove his erect penis from his shorts. My eyes are on his as I lick my lips preparing to taste him. I take him into my mouth savoring the taste while slowly taking inch by inch.
“Damn girl!” He moans as I widen my mouth to take all of him, tightening my muscles with each suck.
“Um, yea, make it sloppy for Daddy,” he says, grabbing the back of my head.
I give him the side eye. His talk has been unusually dirty lately. “How do you want it, Daddy?” I ask sarcastically while looking into his eyes.
His eyes widen when he realizes what he’s said.
“Relax and tell me. How do you want it?” I ask, while sucking on the head.
“Just like that, ugh, like that!
“Like this, Daddy?” I say sucking him harder and making sure to get it very wet and sloppy. I let my saliva slide down the side as my hand gets faster and faster with the rubbing.
He has both hands on my head as I make sure he is hitting the back of my throat.
“Wait,” he says. “You’re going to make me nut if you keep that up. Let me feel you.”
I remove my panties and sit backwards on his lap. Sliding him into my wet and throbbing candy box, I grab the back of the seat as I position myself to ride. He has one hand on my waist and the other playing with my nipple.
“Hmm, you feel good.”
“Do I?”
“Yes, damn good.”
“Show me, make me cum.”
I guess he’s up for the challenge because he grabs me around the waist with both hands and begins pounding into me. I lean back into him as he moans into my ear. I match his pumps by grinding into him as I feel my orgasm forming.
“Don’t stop.”
I pull my legs up so they are now on each side of him as I play with my clit. “Open your eyes,” I tell him.
I want him to see me squirt. This is a pleasure he’s never experienced with me.
“Um, I’m about to cum and I want you to watch.”
I rub my clit harder as the sensation builds. “Oooo! Shit!” I scream as I squirt all over the back of my seats.
“Damn girl, what in the hell was that? That shit was sexy as hell!” He turns me over with his pace intensifying and I lose my breath. I have to put my hands on the car door to keep from hitting my head.
“You’ve been holding back on me…

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