Not only can you have a Black Card, you can also have a limited edition Centurion themed Maserati Quattroporte.
30 April 2009
AMEX Black Card & Special Edition Maserati
What piece of titanium exudes power and prestige? Look below.
Not only can you have a Black Card, you can also have a limited edition Centurion themed Maserati Quattroporte.
Not only can you have a Black Card, you can also have a limited edition Centurion themed Maserati Quattroporte.
Dope T-Shirt Thursday!!!!
shoutout to Crooks & Castles. In the words of the Notorious B.I.G. - "Money, Hoes, and Clothes, all a ni99a knows...."
29 April 2009
28 April 2009
27 April 2009
Think About It.
Knowledge is of two kinds: that which is absorbed and that which is heard. And that which is heard does not profit if it is not absorbed.
26 April 2009
25 April 2009
Overflow Bathtub....This is OFF THE WALL!!! Need this ASAP!!!!
From Käsch:
The Overflow bathtub series is designed in such a way that overflowing water is directed back into the tub which gives the bath the appearance of a natural waterhole. The concept resulted from the wish to combine the aesthetics of nature with the cultic character of bathing, and to give space to the element water in order to allow for all its possibilities. When flowing, it creates reflections in the interplay with light and new experiences associated with its sound. Man’s contact with the element water is intensified. Overflow understands itself as part of a bathing culture intent on naturalness, accentuating both meditative and stimulating elements in the bathroom.
The Overflow bathtub series is designed in such a way that overflowing water is directed back into the tub which gives the bath the appearance of a natural waterhole. The concept resulted from the wish to combine the aesthetics of nature with the cultic character of bathing, and to give space to the element water in order to allow for all its possibilities. When flowing, it creates reflections in the interplay with light and new experiences associated with its sound. Man’s contact with the element water is intensified. Overflow understands itself as part of a bathing culture intent on naturalness, accentuating both meditative and stimulating elements in the bathroom.
24 April 2009
Jumu'ah Mubarak!!!
Friday is the day that Muslims attend the masjid for the Jumu'ah (Friday) prayer.
Puma X 9th Wonder
Puma and Super-Producer 9th Wonder have collaborated on a fly sneaker. I would put these together with a nice blazer, jean, and a tee and call it a day. Sneakerheads will enjoy. Damn, my addiction is still running wild. They want to send me to rehab, but I'm still refusing to go.
23 April 2009
BOOK ALERT!!! Dead Aid by Dambisa Moyo
In the past fifty years, more than $1 trillion in development-related aid has been transferred from rich countries to Africa. Has this assistance improved the lives of Africans? No. In fact, across the continent, the recipients of this aid are not better off as a result of it, but worse—much worse.
In Dead Aid, Dambisa Moyo describes the state of postwar development policy in Africa today and unflinchingly confronts one of the greatest myths of our time: that billions of dollars in aid sent from wealthy countries to developing African nations has helped to reduce poverty and increase growth. In fact, poverty levels continue to escalate and growth rates have steadily declined—and millions continue to suffer. Provocatively drawing a sharp contrast between African countries that have rejected the aid route and prospered and others that have become aid-dependent and seen poverty increase, Moyo illuminates the way in which overreliance on aid has trapped developing nations in a vicious circle of aid dependency, corruption, market distortion, and further poverty, leaving them with nothing but the “need” for more aid. Debunking the current model of international aid promoted by both Hollywood celebrities and policy makers, Moyo offers a bold new road map for financing development of the world’s poorest countries that guarantees economic growth and a significant decline in poverty—without reliance on foreign aid or aid-related assistance.
Dead Aid is an unsettling yet optimistic work, a powerful challenge to the assumptions and arguments that support a profoundly misguided development policy in Africa. And it is a clarion call to a new, more hopeful vision of how to address the desperate poverty that plagues millions.
When Shopping goes WRONG.
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Fingers Shelving: Studio Arne Quizne
From Quinze & Milan:
An unusual yet unique shelving system, made of powder coated steel shelves and wooden FINGERS seemingly piercing through the steel. Shelves never equal in size and fingers put in three different angles create an organic look symbolizing movement, randomness and chaos, nevertheless offering a maximum of usability. Next to our standard models we offer custom made Fingers. Fingers can be easily customized as it’s modified to the requirements of your own wall. Is there a window or heating system in the middle of the wall? No problem, we just build the fingers around it.
An unusual yet unique shelving system, made of powder coated steel shelves and wooden FINGERS seemingly piercing through the steel. Shelves never equal in size and fingers put in three different angles create an organic look symbolizing movement, randomness and chaos, nevertheless offering a maximum of usability. Next to our standard models we offer custom made Fingers. Fingers can be easily customized as it’s modified to the requirements of your own wall. Is there a window or heating system in the middle of the wall? No problem, we just build the fingers around it.
22 April 2009
20 April 2009
Dope Art Tuesday: Beyond Human Photography
Dwayne Moore aka the Bobby Fischer of Graphic Design has done it again!!!
Jarman Lounge chair & Sofa
Norwegian designer Steinar Hindenes has created the Jarman Lounge Chair and Sofa for the Finland based furniture manufacturer INNO.
Quattro Valvole watch by Meccaniche Veloci
Automotive timepieces keep getting closer to the cars they're inspired by in terms of design, mechanics and price. The latest to cross our radar screen is the Quattro Valvole by Italian watchmaker Meccaniche Veloci.
If the model name sounds familiar, you're thinking back to the circa-1984 Ferrari 308 GTB/GTS Quattrovalvole, which incorporated the Italian name for the four-valve cylinder heads that the Maranello-based automaker pioneered. Meccaniche Veloci, literally "mechanical speed", recalls the still-prevalent technology with its wristwatch that features four distinct faces for tracking time in four different time zones, each with its own Swiss mechanical movement, all enclosed with titanium fixtures in a billet aluminum casing made in the same process as competition-spec pistons.
The Quattro Valvole watch is available in a wide assortment of color combinations, none of which are available without your dipping into Junior's college fund: its asking price is $5,500.
Metallic Croc Converse
200 Euros, $260 in US currency for those not up on exchange rates. I like this look, definitely one for the collection.
18 April 2009
Boondocks
This is one of my favorite shows. For those who don't like the harsh language, etc, etc, blah blah blah, the messages behind the scenes are excellent. Can't wait for season 3 . . .
Louis Vuitton Messenger Bags 09
Some call these man purses, I call them an important accesory for any man who is flyer than carrying a basic briefcase.
Strapped: Al-Saadiq Banks
Shoutouts to a fellow Muslim, as well as author. From day one, I have always been able to call on this brother with any questions about the literary industry and he has been open with information, something that isn't common in this game. Al-Saadiq Banks is one of the best in the game and his stories are filled with intensity, life experiences that can be felt by all, and his plot twists and character development is phenomenal.
16 April 2009
15 April 2009
My name is Nasir....(Hi Nasir!!).....and I'm addicted to watches.
Audemars Piguet for those not in the know . . . Disclaimer: You shouldn't have one of these if you don't have a watch winder to put it in once it comes off. Also, you shouldn't have one of these without being financially stable. The days of stunting while broke are done, that's part of the economic issues now.
Edition Silhouette Rugs: Object Carpet
The Edition Silhouette presents sensuous extravaganza between contrasting poles. Its passionate dynamics unfold in the contradistinctions of material and the lack thereof, between quotes of traditional arts and crafts and cutting edge technologies, between feminine design vocabulary and a masculine range of colours. The rugs of the Edition Silhouette are not simply passed over. They are an exclusive floor adornment in which the aesthetics of a designed room finds its culmination.
shoutout:Contemporist
shoutout:Contemporist
08 April 2009
Chapter One of my book . . . Industry Beware!!!
COPYWRITTEN TO NASIR ALEEM! DON'T COPY MY ISH AND TRY AND DROP LATER. BE CREATIVE, YOU CAN DO IT!
"Fresh!!! When did you get home?" she asked, overjoyed to see her man. For the past week, Fresh was out of town on business, so she was missing him like crazy. Embracing his woman, he felt everything was perfect. "Amina, I have something for you", he said, pulling out a huge Gucci tote bag filled with little gifts for her. "Aww baby, you got me Hoops and Ballers, I heard this was the sh*t". While running around King of Prussia mall, Fresh ran into Nashebo Seeney doing a book signing in Foot Locker for his newest street classic. "Babe, can you make me spaghetti tonight?" Fresh asked, staring lustfully at Amina's shape through her robe. "All you want is spaghetti, everyday and night", she replied, rolling her eyes and pulling out her c-phone. "No Fresh, I made reservations for us somewhere else", she said, sensing something was up. "Where and what time?" he countered, knowing Fish was waiting on him to come through to discuss business. "Seven thirty Fresh, but where do you think you are going?" After an extended pause, he told Amina that he had some money business to handle, which instantly caused tension. "I guess this pocketbook and gifts was just to shut me up huh?" Before things could get out of hand, Fresh promised her he would be quick and that they could watch one of her girlie movies as soon as he got back. After hearing his promise, Amina smiled, sashaying into the bedroom, happy her man was home. Staring at his lady, Fresh thought of how he met his soul mate and went down memory lane.
It was a rainy night and somehow Fresh ended up in Palmer's, a popular club in Philly. Even though the place wasn't his usual spot, he gave in to his partner in crimes request to go. Walking into the club, everyone showed Mustafa love, since he was a regular, while Fresh got instant looks from the ladies, since he was clean in a pair of Dead Denim Gear jeans with the matching blazer, covered in crystals and skull heads. There she was. Fresh saw the beautiful woman sitting off to the side and was stuck in the matrix, gazing into her brown eyes. "Damn it's poppin in here tonight!" Mustafa cheered, only to see Fresh and an eye candy nominee holding conversation. Laughing, he ran to the bar, saying, "Fresh did it again."
Within minutes, the two were laughing and enjoying one another's company like old friends. After meeting Ms. Gorgeous' sister, he ordered them drinks and continued small talk, mixed with occasional flirting. Ms. Gorgeous' name was Destiny, but Fresh already crowned her Amina, which is Arabic for princess, since he planned on making her wifey. Her next words came out in slow motion, shocking Fresh and ruining his mental wet dream. "I'm married and I live with my husband and son," she said, gazing into his eyes, looking for a response. After seeing Fresh sit there with his eyes wide open, she continued the conversation, while Fresh picked his face off the floor. "Let's dance", she purred, showing off her hourglass figure, giving him a sample of what was to come. They danced to all the newest cuts and grinded to all the reggae tracks, flirting with each other the entire time. The flirting and dancing continued until…FRESH! FRESH! GET THE PHONE!!!!! STOP DAYDREAMIN!!!!
Shaking his head, Fresh came out of the matrix and heard his boy's voice in the phone, barking out orders about some rims for a Range Rover. "Fresh, what's the twist homie?" Jay asked, happy to be delivering good news. Jay owned Philadelphia Custom Motorsports, a high-end auto salon. Rims, TV's, sounds, you want it; he has it. Fresh knew if he was calling on a Sunday, his car must be ready. "The whip is ready and you are gonna love it!" Jay proclaimed, knowing that his boy was a car show king. After making arrangements to pick up his ride, Fresh hung up, smiling like a kid in the candy store. "Oh boy", Amina sarcastically said, knowing what was up. Between Fresh and his boys, they had more luxury cars than a dealership and they were always competing. "You and these cars, just ridiculous!" she teased, laughing at her man dancing around singing Fab's hit, "Breathe". After a few minutes of jokes and small talk, Fresh grabbed Amina, pulling her close and began feeling under her robe, loving her caramel body, especially in lavender boy shorts and a robe. "Don't start Fresh, go handle your business and get back here, then you can have this", she said, dropping her robe and strutting towards the bedroom. Smacking her on the rear, he told Amina that he was retiring from the game, only for her to brush him off, saying, "I heard that same one a few months back, then you were overseas somewhere for two weeks." Harsh words were exchanged and Fresh stormed out, slamming the door behind him, flying out of the garage with an attitude. While John Legend bumped through the speakers, Fresh played mental gymnastics, trying to figure out what went wrong. His thoughts were cut short when Amina called his c-phone, wanting to talk. He let her call go to voicemail and she left a message, saying she was sorry and that she was only looking out for his best interests. He needed to clear his mind, since he was on his way to meet with his partner Fish to discuss their last score. Fish was a legend in the scam game. He was everywhere and nowhere. Both men knew of each other, but fate introduced them at the 4040 Club for Keanon Lewis' fight party. Ever since that day, they were inseparable and unstoppable.
"Fresh, what's up?" Fish knew that his boy was thinking about something, so he pulled out the chessboard and they sat down to work it out, using chess as the medium. Fish ran over his frustrated opponent, beating Fresh two games straight, which never happened, so he knew it was serious. Disgusted with his game, Fresh told his boy all about the argument he had earlier, thinking he was correct in being upset, only to find out that he was being selfish. "Listen Fresh, she is only looking out for you and you gotta think-your moves affect her also." The doorbell startled both of them, but Tash, Fish's wife was already on it, giving Fresh a look that meant she spoke to Destiny and knew they had beef. "Baby, she is here." Tash said, walking a older white woman into the huge living room. "Hi Fish, this must be him", she quizzed, staring at Fresh, hoping he was the million-dollar man. After confirming in Arabic that it was cool to deal with her, Fresh introduced himself to Janice Brustman and laid out a plan for them for make 200 million dollars.
Fresh knew how to make it come together and she was the Vice President of Bank of America, so she knew every policy and fraud guideline imaginable-of course it was a perfect match. By the time Fresh told her the pieces of the game plan, she was borderline horny, thinking about all of that cash. "My my young man, you really know your sh*t!" she said, throwing all professionalism to the wind. Hell, she was getting ready to be filthy rich. Tash walked the excited lady out and came back in yelling at Fresh, accusing him of being to hard on her girl. "But she was wrong!" Fresh said, not wanting to hear anything Tash had to say. "She cares about you and doesn't want to see anything happen!" Tash yelled, cutting him off and making her point. Fish diffused the situation, asking his wife to get them drinks. "Do you have this same problem?" Fresh asked, knowing that Fish had to deal with the same things. Rubbing his chin, Fish replied, "Yeah, but it's all out of love for us." A mutual nod was all that was needed and they moved the conversation to the corrupt legal system, since a friend of theirs was in the middle of a lengthy appeal over a case built on lies and jailhouse snitches. "It seems like they make all the rules, break them, and change them for convictions, depending on your color and how much paper you have." Fish nodded, knowing that if they were another race, half of the things they deal with wouldn't happen. Tash walked back in and the conversation went from serious to comedy central.
"So Fresh what are you gonna do?" Tash asked, staring at Fresh, hoping he would realize how much Destiny loved him and squash their little beef. "Apologize to my Amina, since she is only acting crazy out of care and concern. "Good answer", she replied, telling Fresh they were meeting at the mall to get something to wear to Shy's poetry reading at the 5 Spot in Olde City. Now wearing his no-good grin, Fresh told Tash to make sure they stopped in Victoria's Secret to get something exclusive for the after-afterparty. Fish told Tash to get the same, but she burst his bubble, saying, "None for you until Friday, you know what it is." Fresh laughed, happy he wasn't in the same boat, but Tash cut his laughter short, telling a tale of him buying Destiny tampons. Fresh cut in, telling Tash, "See what had happened was", but it was too late. Everyone laughed for a moment, until Tash hopped up and said she was out. "Tash if the new Jordan's are out, make sure my baby gets them for me." The group laughed, knowing about Fresh's Jordan fetish. "Hold up Tash, you act like you won't kill over a pair of Jimmy Choo pumps!" Fish countered, looking out for his boy. Tash rolled her eyes and said, "Whateva!" putting some ghetto girl attitude in her voice. They all walked outside and bid Tash farewell, while the two bosses engaged in small talk.
"Fresh, this isn't going to last forever".
"I know. We have had so many breaks. The Feds want us, state cops want us, stick up kids, haters, everybody moving is against us."
"Fresh, we can't end up like Santana did."
They took a pause to think about their old head, Santana Black, the greatest scam artist the world had ever seen. He was on the run for stealing 900 million from the US Treasury, moving from exotic place to exotic place, never sitting too long. After making plans for the poetry reading, Fresh left out, deciding to make amends with Amina.
"Fresh!!! When did you get home?" she asked, overjoyed to see her man. For the past week, Fresh was out of town on business, so she was missing him like crazy. Embracing his woman, he felt everything was perfect. "Amina, I have something for you", he said, pulling out a huge Gucci tote bag filled with little gifts for her. "Aww baby, you got me Hoops and Ballers, I heard this was the sh*t". While running around King of Prussia mall, Fresh ran into Nashebo Seeney doing a book signing in Foot Locker for his newest street classic. "Babe, can you make me spaghetti tonight?" Fresh asked, staring lustfully at Amina's shape through her robe. "All you want is spaghetti, everyday and night", she replied, rolling her eyes and pulling out her c-phone. "No Fresh, I made reservations for us somewhere else", she said, sensing something was up. "Where and what time?" he countered, knowing Fish was waiting on him to come through to discuss business. "Seven thirty Fresh, but where do you think you are going?" After an extended pause, he told Amina that he had some money business to handle, which instantly caused tension. "I guess this pocketbook and gifts was just to shut me up huh?" Before things could get out of hand, Fresh promised her he would be quick and that they could watch one of her girlie movies as soon as he got back. After hearing his promise, Amina smiled, sashaying into the bedroom, happy her man was home. Staring at his lady, Fresh thought of how he met his soul mate and went down memory lane.
It was a rainy night and somehow Fresh ended up in Palmer's, a popular club in Philly. Even though the place wasn't his usual spot, he gave in to his partner in crimes request to go. Walking into the club, everyone showed Mustafa love, since he was a regular, while Fresh got instant looks from the ladies, since he was clean in a pair of Dead Denim Gear jeans with the matching blazer, covered in crystals and skull heads. There she was. Fresh saw the beautiful woman sitting off to the side and was stuck in the matrix, gazing into her brown eyes. "Damn it's poppin in here tonight!" Mustafa cheered, only to see Fresh and an eye candy nominee holding conversation. Laughing, he ran to the bar, saying, "Fresh did it again."
Within minutes, the two were laughing and enjoying one another's company like old friends. After meeting Ms. Gorgeous' sister, he ordered them drinks and continued small talk, mixed with occasional flirting. Ms. Gorgeous' name was Destiny, but Fresh already crowned her Amina, which is Arabic for princess, since he planned on making her wifey. Her next words came out in slow motion, shocking Fresh and ruining his mental wet dream. "I'm married and I live with my husband and son," she said, gazing into his eyes, looking for a response. After seeing Fresh sit there with his eyes wide open, she continued the conversation, while Fresh picked his face off the floor. "Let's dance", she purred, showing off her hourglass figure, giving him a sample of what was to come. They danced to all the newest cuts and grinded to all the reggae tracks, flirting with each other the entire time. The flirting and dancing continued until…FRESH! FRESH! GET THE PHONE!!!!! STOP DAYDREAMIN!!!!
Shaking his head, Fresh came out of the matrix and heard his boy's voice in the phone, barking out orders about some rims for a Range Rover. "Fresh, what's the twist homie?" Jay asked, happy to be delivering good news. Jay owned Philadelphia Custom Motorsports, a high-end auto salon. Rims, TV's, sounds, you want it; he has it. Fresh knew if he was calling on a Sunday, his car must be ready. "The whip is ready and you are gonna love it!" Jay proclaimed, knowing that his boy was a car show king. After making arrangements to pick up his ride, Fresh hung up, smiling like a kid in the candy store. "Oh boy", Amina sarcastically said, knowing what was up. Between Fresh and his boys, they had more luxury cars than a dealership and they were always competing. "You and these cars, just ridiculous!" she teased, laughing at her man dancing around singing Fab's hit, "Breathe". After a few minutes of jokes and small talk, Fresh grabbed Amina, pulling her close and began feeling under her robe, loving her caramel body, especially in lavender boy shorts and a robe. "Don't start Fresh, go handle your business and get back here, then you can have this", she said, dropping her robe and strutting towards the bedroom. Smacking her on the rear, he told Amina that he was retiring from the game, only for her to brush him off, saying, "I heard that same one a few months back, then you were overseas somewhere for two weeks." Harsh words were exchanged and Fresh stormed out, slamming the door behind him, flying out of the garage with an attitude. While John Legend bumped through the speakers, Fresh played mental gymnastics, trying to figure out what went wrong. His thoughts were cut short when Amina called his c-phone, wanting to talk. He let her call go to voicemail and she left a message, saying she was sorry and that she was only looking out for his best interests. He needed to clear his mind, since he was on his way to meet with his partner Fish to discuss their last score. Fish was a legend in the scam game. He was everywhere and nowhere. Both men knew of each other, but fate introduced them at the 4040 Club for Keanon Lewis' fight party. Ever since that day, they were inseparable and unstoppable.
"Fresh, what's up?" Fish knew that his boy was thinking about something, so he pulled out the chessboard and they sat down to work it out, using chess as the medium. Fish ran over his frustrated opponent, beating Fresh two games straight, which never happened, so he knew it was serious. Disgusted with his game, Fresh told his boy all about the argument he had earlier, thinking he was correct in being upset, only to find out that he was being selfish. "Listen Fresh, she is only looking out for you and you gotta think-your moves affect her also." The doorbell startled both of them, but Tash, Fish's wife was already on it, giving Fresh a look that meant she spoke to Destiny and knew they had beef. "Baby, she is here." Tash said, walking a older white woman into the huge living room. "Hi Fish, this must be him", she quizzed, staring at Fresh, hoping he was the million-dollar man. After confirming in Arabic that it was cool to deal with her, Fresh introduced himself to Janice Brustman and laid out a plan for them for make 200 million dollars.
Fresh knew how to make it come together and she was the Vice President of Bank of America, so she knew every policy and fraud guideline imaginable-of course it was a perfect match. By the time Fresh told her the pieces of the game plan, she was borderline horny, thinking about all of that cash. "My my young man, you really know your sh*t!" she said, throwing all professionalism to the wind. Hell, she was getting ready to be filthy rich. Tash walked the excited lady out and came back in yelling at Fresh, accusing him of being to hard on her girl. "But she was wrong!" Fresh said, not wanting to hear anything Tash had to say. "She cares about you and doesn't want to see anything happen!" Tash yelled, cutting him off and making her point. Fish diffused the situation, asking his wife to get them drinks. "Do you have this same problem?" Fresh asked, knowing that Fish had to deal with the same things. Rubbing his chin, Fish replied, "Yeah, but it's all out of love for us." A mutual nod was all that was needed and they moved the conversation to the corrupt legal system, since a friend of theirs was in the middle of a lengthy appeal over a case built on lies and jailhouse snitches. "It seems like they make all the rules, break them, and change them for convictions, depending on your color and how much paper you have." Fish nodded, knowing that if they were another race, half of the things they deal with wouldn't happen. Tash walked back in and the conversation went from serious to comedy central."So Fresh what are you gonna do?" Tash asked, staring at Fresh, hoping he would realize how much Destiny loved him and squash their little beef. "Apologize to my Amina, since she is only acting crazy out of care and concern. "Good answer", she replied, telling Fresh they were meeting at the mall to get something to wear to Shy's poetry reading at the 5 Spot in Olde City. Now wearing his no-good grin, Fresh told Tash to make sure they stopped in Victoria's Secret to get something exclusive for the after-afterparty. Fish told Tash to get the same, but she burst his bubble, saying, "None for you until Friday, you know what it is." Fresh laughed, happy he wasn't in the same boat, but Tash cut his laughter short, telling a tale of him buying Destiny tampons. Fresh cut in, telling Tash, "See what had happened was", but it was too late. Everyone laughed for a moment, until Tash hopped up and said she was out. "Tash if the new Jordan's are out, make sure my baby gets them for me." The group laughed, knowing about Fresh's Jordan fetish. "Hold up Tash, you act like you won't kill over a pair of Jimmy Choo pumps!" Fish countered, looking out for his boy. Tash rolled her eyes and said, "Whateva!" putting some ghetto girl attitude in her voice. They all walked outside and bid Tash farewell, while the two bosses engaged in small talk.
"Fresh, this isn't going to last forever".
"I know. We have had so many breaks. The Feds want us, state cops want us, stick up kids, haters, everybody moving is against us."
"Fresh, we can't end up like Santana did."
They took a pause to think about their old head, Santana Black, the greatest scam artist the world had ever seen. He was on the run for stealing 900 million from the US Treasury, moving from exotic place to exotic place, never sitting too long. After making plans for the poetry reading, Fresh left out, deciding to make amends with Amina.
Future Success and All-Around Good Guy
Major shoutouts to a young man who is doing positive things with himself. Future plans include a degree in physical therapy and he carries a 4.0 GPA at his high school. In this day and age, too many kids are doing things that will limit and harm their future, so I'm taking a moment to commend one who is doing the opposite. Dave, much success and keep doing your thing.
07 April 2009
Sex While Driving down 95 is wonderful....Just a excerpt from my debut novel
“Oh sh*t, is it like that?!?” Fresh was shocked to feel Amina’s hand unzipping his pants on I-95 South. Their sex life was live, but tonight he was in for a special ride home. Amina gave Fresh a moving strip tease, followed by kissing his enlarged organ, while he maneuvered the exotic wheel down the highway, moaning and loving every minute of her oral tricks. Fresh’s eyes rolled in his head, while Amina asked him if he was enjoying her. Words stuttered out of his mouth, but she understood and continued pleasing him at a feverish pace, handling him and fingering herself at the same time. Amina’s moans were taking Fresh to a place of satisfaction, not to mention he was ready to explode, so he grabbed her, leaned his seat all the way back, and she mounted his hardness, all while driving down the highway. This was an episode never to forget. “Till the Cops Come Knockin” came on and Fresh was all in, cupping Amina’s rear with one hand and driving with the other. Even driving, Fresh had a stroke game out of this world and she was loving it, biting his neck, kissing him, and riding him like a rodeo star. Her movements became faster and Fresh knew she was at the point of no return, so he began meeting her stroke for stroke, sending her to euphoria and the land of orgasms. “OOOOOHHHHHHHH FREEEEEESSSSSSSHHHHHH!!! I’MMMM CUMMMMMINNNNN!!!!” Fresh spanked her roundness a few times, now driving with his knees, while she trembled her way through a roaring climax. After several curse words, calls to her higher power, and nails in his back, Fresh knew the job was done.
Dialogue courtesy of Dante Franklin a.k.a. Fresh
THE FOLLOWING IS COPYWRITTEN TO NASIR ALEEM. PLEASE DONT TRY AND COPY MY ISH AND DROP IT LATER. BE CREATIVE. I'M SURE YOU CAN DO IT.
"Excuse me sir, your car is ready."
Staring at my new toy being delivered to me, I reflect and realize that life is good for me. Matter of fact, life couldn't be any better. In the midst of my thoughts, my Blackberry chirps, alerting me to a new text message and I smile, noticing that I have just made 250 grand from my laptop while watching my rims get cleaned. Damn, I love the game. My wifey is flyer than most models, I've traveled the world more times than I can count, and I am wealthy without having a jump shot or a hit record. I keep company with celebrities and I've bedded a few of your favorite r&b singers. Don't ask-i'm not telling. Point blank-i'm young, black, and rich, but all good things must end, so i'm leaving the game on top. "Gosh sir, you're like the uh, luckiest guy in the world to have a ride this sweet!", the young salesman says, gazing at the only sky blue Ferrari Enzo in the world. Flashing my well-practiced business smile, I clutch the keys to my gorgeous wheel, noticing the jealousy, envy, and hate in the country club white boys who would never be this fly, confident, or successful. "Hey pal, which team do you play on?", cookie cutter number one asks, assuming I have to be a pro athlete. Between visions of choking his dumb ass out, I crack a devious smile and reply, saying, "I'm into finances, mainly overseas acquisitions and wire transfers." Their group gasps, realizing they aren't dealing with the usual black man, but I have the last laugh, hopping into a million dollar car that most only see in magazines. I know that my line of work is dangerous, but I'm addicted to the game.
"Excuse me sir, your car is ready."
Staring at my new toy being delivered to me, I reflect and realize that life is good for me. Matter of fact, life couldn't be any better. In the midst of my thoughts, my Blackberry chirps, alerting me to a new text message and I smile, noticing that I have just made 250 grand from my laptop while watching my rims get cleaned. Damn, I love the game. My wifey is flyer than most models, I've traveled the world more times than I can count, and I am wealthy without having a jump shot or a hit record. I keep company with celebrities and I've bedded a few of your favorite r&b singers. Don't ask-i'm not telling. Point blank-i'm young, black, and rich, but all good things must end, so i'm leaving the game on top. "Gosh sir, you're like the uh, luckiest guy in the world to have a ride this sweet!", the young salesman says, gazing at the only sky blue Ferrari Enzo in the world. Flashing my well-practiced business smile, I clutch the keys to my gorgeous wheel, noticing the jealousy, envy, and hate in the country club white boys who would never be this fly, confident, or successful. "Hey pal, which team do you play on?", cookie cutter number one asks, assuming I have to be a pro athlete. Between visions of choking his dumb ass out, I crack a devious smile and reply, saying, "I'm into finances, mainly overseas acquisitions and wire transfers." Their group gasps, realizing they aren't dealing with the usual black man, but I have the last laugh, hopping into a million dollar car that most only see in magazines. I know that my line of work is dangerous, but I'm addicted to the game.
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