Friday, January 11, 2013

Pink Kitten (A Hustler's Diary) - Sampler

Warning: The following sampler/excerpt is for adults over the age of 18. Please discontinue reading if you are not over the age of 18. Thank you for your cooperation.






Book Description:
Hustler is her middle name. Sasha rips the streets while raising her two children on her tricks wealth. She has a heart-pounding decision to make that will impact her life forever, but is not ready to jump into the depths of hell. Being a money magnet day to day is her grind and she does it well until getting tangled in a life or death situation. After deceiving the ones she loves the most, her intuition and shapely figure leads to no escape.



Copyright ©2012 by L. Neal

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Publishers Note

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

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Chapter 1

I fuckin hate being single but too scared to commit after the breakup with my baby daddy. I like to take other bitches’ men. I’m not a home wrecker, I just fuck a lot. You see other women smiling; stay at home mothers’ with options, and kids who have the opportunity at a normal life and happy home. How did this plan go so wrong? I surely didn’t choose for things to be this way. My kid’s father and I didn’t have the greatest relationship and I could care less if he ever called me with his triflin ass. I have two kids that I adore and would give my life to without hesitation. Life ain’t easy when you the baddest bitch in the neighborhood. I got money, best house in the hood, a Lexus, tricks, and respect from my block.

I was raised in the ghetto and had a hard time moving out of the ghetto. I loved it here. My name is Sasha. I’m caramel complexioned, grey eyes, 5ft 4in tall, medium build with pretty brown hair. My breasts are still perky, even after two children. I got that heart shaped booty that every black woman wished she had, and boy did it turn heads. I must say, all the niggas look at me and say I’m healthy and thick. That is a compliment living in the ghetto. Everybody knows us black women rule the universe.

The alarm blared in my ears. Well not the alarm exactly but my cell phone. I never brought an alarm clock after moving out of my parent’s home. I clicked dismiss, wishing I had really snoozed.

“Mom!” yelled my oldest son.

“Yes honey”, I replied.

My oldest son, Brandon, is dear to my heart. Being single in an urban community, usually the oldest child helps take on the responsibility that was really meant for the father. Unfortunate for him, but hey it takes a village to raise a child and he doesn’t mind helping. My oldest son is ten years old. He loves and protects me with his life. If I didn’t know any better I would say he loved me more than I loved him. He is goofy, loves school, writing short stories, and helping around the house. Some day he is going to be a famous author. Perfect son, never gives me any trouble. I’ll keep my fingers crossed because he isn’t a teenager yet. Second born is the youngest of our camp, his name is Ayden. He’s eight years old, silly when he wants to be, video game addict but has more of a serious personality. Every time I hear Ayden’s laugh, I burst out laughing myself because he has a high-pitched laugh that brings joy to everyone around him. Having two children around the same age is difficult at times but has its perks.

“Can we have pancakes for breakfast today?” Brandon asked.

“No not today because I don’t want you walking around smelling like syrup while you’re at school today”, I yelled.

“Mom, we don’t have school today. You forgot already, it’s Good Friday!” Brandon explained.

Shit, I did forget! I forgot to turn off my alarm so I could finally sleep in today. So much for that plan since they woke up early as usual. I raced to the kitchen and started making breakfast. I loved having food stamps. You could buy whatever you wanted for free. The refrigerator always stayed full and so did our cabinets. I didn’t have a regular job so I was able to receive assistance from the state due to no income, so they thought. Working the system was my specialty, I hated paying for anything I could get for free. I loved to cook, one the benefits of having me around. Cooking is only one of my strengths.

Breakfast was done; I fixed my kids a plate and sat down in the living room on the couch. I had a sack of weed hidden that I pulled out from my hidden stash. While the boys were eating, I rolled up. I needed to relax. I dreamed about this blunt. I smoked hydro Monday thru Saturday. I loved it. Regular weed has no effect on me whatsoever. I opened up the sack and spread it out on the living room table, broke the weed down, and cleaned out the cigar. I was a veteran at rolling fatties. There aren’t too many females who can roll up their own blunts. As soon as I started to roll up, I heard a knock at the door.

“Damn, who is it?” I asked.

“It’s Jessica”

Jessica was my neighbor. She probably wanted to borrow some eggs or ketchup. Who knows, maybe even my whole damn fridge. I opened the door and she wanted to know if she could borrow two eggs, and some mayonnaise.  I gave it to her and asked was it anything else she needed so I could enjoy my blunt in peace. It is nothing worse than being in the middle of a session and somebody blows yo high.

Now that my neighbor was gone, I could fire up this blunt. I was excited like a kid at a candy store. I giggled to myself.

“Yes, now this is a masterpiece.” I whispered admiring my work.

I stuffed the cigar to capacity, sealed it up, and took the lighter to the ends to dry it up. I was ready to go to weed heaven.

“Damnit”, I yelled.

I forgot to fix my plate of food. I was so excited about smoking this hydro that I forgot I needed to eat myself. That happened often, at least until after I got done smoking and then I had the munchies. Having the munchies can really pack on the pounds so I always had to workout to stay in shape. Might as well get the kids ready for the rest of the day while I’m at it I thought to myself. I cleaned off the table, did the dishes, and wiped everything down. I got the boys dressed. I sat down again for a small break. The phone rang.

“Hello”

“What are you doing today?” my mother asked.

“Just finished making breakfast, cleaning the kitchen, and was about to eat. Why, what you doing?” I asked not admitting I was about to smoke.

“I wanted to pick my grandbabies up and spend some time with them. I haven’t seen them all week long. Can you give me $10 so we can go to the movies?” Mother asked jokingly. She was a registered nurse and my father was a lawyer so they were never short on cash. I never took any money from them.

“Yeah that’s fine. When you pull up, I will send the money out with the boys.” I joked back.

The kids were dressed and I was able to eat my food. I was feelin too good. The weed had me horny as hell. I scrolled down my contact list to see which boo I wanted to call. I loved all my options. I love a nigga who can fuck me good. Hell yea. I decided I wanted to call Ron. He was my main boo, my trick that I called to come knock me down all the time. Nobody else could top him when it came to puttin it down. Yah heard.

Interrupting my corrupted thoughts, I heard a car horn blaring outside. Ugh, I hated when people blew their horn until the whole damn neighborhood goes to the window to be nosy. I knew damn well that it was my mother and I yelled for the kids to go on outside to the car. They were happy to see their grandma. Nobody spoiled them more than her.

I smoked and couldn’t stop coughing for about fifteen minutes. Damn dat shit was some fire. I stayed smoking good though. Ain’t no other way to do dat shit. I can’t see myself smoking some regular ass weed, waste of fuckin money. Waste money, nah I don’t do that. Stuntin was my specialty.

Time for me to get prepared to work this nigga dick. Ron always comes back to me and tells me how much he loves me all the time. I love him and his money. He worked for a top dollar company making long money with a dick to match his pockets. Winner! I ran me some bath water so I could get ready for my overnight party.

Chapter 2

I woke up to shooting outside my window. I wonder what the fuck they were arguing about today. Who knows it’s always something going on in the hood. Probably some bullshit. I got my ass out a bed and I don’t know why I thought my bath water would still be there after I slept for two whole hours. I ran some more bath water. My high went down so I had to get lifted in the tub. I love dat shit but noticed I ran out of cigars. Time for me to take a trip to the gas station. Hell yea, I might get me a number while I’m there.

I threw my lil shorts on and a tank top that showed just how big my titties were, hell yea I’m blessed to have these bitches. Fuckin right. Them hoes be jealous of me cuz my skin pretty, hair long, pussy right and they niggas always following after me. Hey I can’t help that but I was bout to get somebody baby daddy number today cuz I need some new fuck buddies to kick it with nowadays. I get bored with one man so fast. I’m not exactly a player because none of my tricks know about each other, I like to keep an innocent profile. 

I jumped in the whip, and flew down the block. My speakers turned heads. I had those 12s in the trunk. I really wanted them 15s but shit I’m not a man so 12s were sufficient enough. My car was slammin and I loved all kinds of music. Music puts you in a better place. It was hot outside and I loved the heat. Niggas were outside with no shirts on, basketball shorts and I could see that imprint. I loved lookin at the imprints on a man’s shorts. You can almost see how big a nigga dick is by that imprint on them basketball shorts… they don’t hide anything. I got out the car and ran in the gas station.

“Aye, can I get a pack of cigars?” I asked.

“If I didn’t know you I would ask for ID, lucky you come here all the time,” the man behind the counter flirted. He passed the cigars, and I gave him my money. He was a trip wit his old ass.

I thought to myself, Ugh, he always had something to say to me with his nasty old ass. I can’t stand no old ass man tryin to talk to me but I see they like em young and I love me some deep pockets. I just might have to try one out one of these days. Yeah everybody thinks I’m a gold digger but I’m not, I tell em ‘Bitch I just love money and I gotta have it.’ Who the fuck wants to be broke? Hell nah. I grabbed my cigars and hopped back in the whip.

My cell phone rung in my purse. Damn, I couldn’t find it inside my junky compartments. I gots to clean this junky ass purse out. I hate purses but I gotta have somewhere to put my lil sacks of weed. I fumbled through my purse and found my phone. Hmmm, I wonder who this is. I answered and it was one of my customers. Yeah I’m a business woman. I push weed and dope on the side cuz I gotta stay lookin good and I’m a hustler at heart. I stay in the hood so my cover is never blown.

I pulled up on the block to do my drop off. Dude that buy from me is married, his name is Dre. I think he just buy from me so he can see me cuz he could easily buy from somebody else. Course he wana see this fat ass and titties before he smoke good and I ain’t mad at him. He fine as hell. I love when he calls me. He spends good money on my sacks and always puts extra cash in my pocket. I run when he call cuz I know I’m gone make $200 or better. I stay stackin up. Sexy Dre gave me a look and it turned me on instantly. My panties were getting moist. He said he wanted to get in and talk to me but I knew better. If my panties were this wet dat nigga was horny too. I told him to get in, I wanted to fuck. I ain’t had none from him in a month and he looked at me like he needed some good jugg.

“You stayin out of trouble huh?” Dre asked being nosy.

“Nah you know I stay low, I’m not tryin to be no celebrity.” I said.

“So you gone let me lick yo lil pussy before I go in this house or what?” he asked lookin too fuckin good in the passenger seat.

“Ooh, now you know yo wife gone wana fight me, besides I don’t feel like whoopin nobody ass today.” I teased. “My skin too pretty!”

Dre leaned over and kissed my neck. I melted like chocolate in the palm of somebody‘s hand. Damn I was ready! I needed more than some head from him and by the look on my face I know he knew what I was thinking. He put his hand in between my legs so he could feel that furnace. He moaned after he felt how warm it was between my legs. I moaned too and told him to take his shirt off. I loved to see his muscles. He had a body like he lived in the gym and I sure did appreciate the view.

He surprised me and unbuckled my belt. I let him cuz I knew he was bout to break me off oooh weee. He slid my shorts down and licked the front of my panties. I like to jumped outta my seat. This man had some fire ass head. I wanted it too. He licked the front of my panties until I was beggin him to eat my pussy. He just kept teasin me. He slid the strings down to my tank top and sucked on my titties. All I could do was moan. I couldn’t even talk I was so horny. He knew it too. He slid my panties to the side and licked in between my pussy lips. My body shivered. I think I almost nutted on his face from one lick. He laughed at me. I didn’t care; he knew I was a freak. He licked in my panties for about five minutes. I didn’t even realize I had wrapped my legs around his neck.

“Damn moma, you horny huh?” Dre asked.

“Oooh baby don’t talk, just keep makin me feel good.” I begged him wrapping my legs around him even tighter.

He took my panties off. Fuckin right, now this is what I been waitin on all day. He pulled me closer to him and I submitted. He stuck his tongue so far up my pussy hole I thought he was gone touch my pancreas. Oh shit, it was feelin too good and I’m no quiet fuck. He tongue fucked me. As soon as I was about to cream, he stopped. He started to lick my pearl, real fast, too the point that he had my head spinnin like I was drunk. He stopped and licked my belly button, my titties, my neck and back down to my pussy. Lickin me real slow, I never wanted this to end but I knew his wife would pull up any minute. The front seat of the car was wet. He pointed that out cuz I didn’t notice. All I knew was… I was about to cum.

“Baby, I’m bouta cum on yo tongue!” I said gasping for breath.

He didn’t speak; he pulled down his shorts and revealed a thick ten inches. Oh I love a man with a big ass dick. It looked delicious. I told him to sit up cuz I wanted some chocolate. I didn’t waste any time. I opened my mouth and swallowed as much of his dick that I could take. He moaned and begged me to keep going. I started going faster and he moved to my rhythm. He was lovin every bit of this action. I felt his dick jerk in my throat so I knew if I kept going he was going to nutt in my mouth. I slowed down and licked his stomach and went up to his neck. Oh I’m not a shy bitch when it comes to my money so I was about to take this dick. I pulled out a condom from my purse and put it on for him. He leaned back in the passenger seat. I got on top of him and rode his dick like my life depended on it. He started pullin my hair and squeezing my titties. I let him; I loved every minute of it. He grabbed my ass helping me move up and down. My thighs were strong; he couldn’t keep up with me. He started squealin like a pig. I went harder until I felt his dick jerk over and over. I knew he had nutted. This nigga nut so fast, if it wasn’t so big I wouldn’t fuck him at all. I got up from his lap and looked at the condom and sure enough there was a pool full of vanilla ice cream.


FROM THE AUTHOR:

If you enjoyed this hot sampler, Pink Kitten (A Hustler's Diary) by L. NEAL is available for purchase on Amazon. Be sure to get it while it's on Sale! Please leave comments and reviews as everyone's opinion matters whether it may be positive feedback or criticism. I would love to hear what you thought of my first "debut novel". Please do not purchase this novel if you are under the age of 18. Content is explicit and verbally x-rated. Thank you for your cooperation.

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Sunday, November 25, 2012

Who is L. Neal?







L. Neal is a talented freelance writer who was born in the bitter cold lands of Wisconsin. She has a complex, wild imagination that only she can fathom. Her parents’ were bewildered with the stories she would create in her younger years. Neal started writing at the young age of six and never once stopped to worry about what anyone thought. The Author published her first book “Pink Kitten (A Hustler’s Diary)”, belonging to a sequel, on June 16, 2012.

Growing up in Wisconsin was not as it seems. Most people think of green grass, cows and of course the famous Green Bay Packers when Wisconsin is mentioned in any conversation. Neal was born in the City of Milwaukee, surviving hate crimes and drug dealings while living in subsidized housing. Education was her mother’s number one priority so she was not allowed to attend public schooling until she was 18 years old. Neal received her education at a suburban school forty-five minutes away from home. Not knowing what a great opportunity this was, Neal felt detached from the world. She started creating stories at the early age of six as a hobby. Turning in stories of crime and hate to the teacher grabbed the attention of the principal and school counselor. Neal was not abused in any way but had an imagination and way of explaining things in such great detail you would believe she experienced the tragedies personally. Keeping journals of her daily life helped survive the struggle of living in a single-parent family home.

Neal was born on October 18, 1983. Zodiac sign: Libra. Although not a true Libra, she shows traits and characteristics of both signs Libra and Scorpio which makes her very loving, comical yet serious and intimidating to those who do not know her personally. Those who do know her personally, knows she is helpful and will lend a hand to anyone in need.
Raised in a single family home is normal today in society’s eye. Neal’s mother and father separated when she was only 5 years old, that’s when the gruesome stories began. Family and friends were concerned and suggested counseling. Ignoring everyone’s comments and request, she just kept on writing until she had 24 notebooks full of material by the time she was seventeen. Neal began to write stories about her life and loved ones with an added twist of her imagination.

Pink Kitten (A Hustler’s Diary) is the first novel published by the author. This is just the beginning. The author has years of material to publish that are based on true events. If you love reading surreal novels, Neal is an author that takes your mind to another place and expresses the reality of life’s hardships.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Check out what readers' are saying about Pink Kitten Kindle Edition.

Disturbingly Good! October 10, 2012

Rating: 5 STARS

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This book really wowed me! This book is disturbingly good! It takes your mind to a place that you didn't even know existed! It makes you think twice about playing the game and with people's heart! This author's mind is twisted and I love it! I will be reading more of this author's books. Pink Kitten is a taste of reality so take heed if you can relate to this book!

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Sunday, November 4, 2012

PINK KITTEN

PINK KITTEN: (A Hustler's Diary)
 
 
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Hustler is her middle name. Sasha rips the streets while raising her two children on her tricks wealth. She has a heart-pounding decision to make that will impact her life forever, but is not ready to jump into the depths of hell. Being a money magnet day to day is her grind and she does it well until getting tangled in a life or death situation. After deceiving the ones she loves the most, her intuition and shapely figure leads to no escape.
 
 

WHO IS L. NEAL?

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                                            Biography:

 
L Neal is a talented freelance writer who was born in the bitter cold lands of Wisconsin. She has a complex, wild imagination that only she can fanthom. Her parents' were bewildered with the stories she would create in her younger years. Neal started writing at the young age of six and never once stopped to worry about what anyone thought. The Author published her first book "Pink Kitten", belonging to a sequel, on June 16, 2012.