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Trisexual is full of Sex, Money, Drugs, Murder, Deception, Betrayal, Greed, and Drama. Consisting of seven self-titled short stories all with a unique twist that sets them apart from anything you have ever read before Dick Dyke, Diva Bitch, Dicknotized, Karma, Double Crossed, Sexploration, and Incest. This guaranteed page turner is highly addictive. You will be entangled in between the lines walk in the shoes of a Pimpette, Live the life of a Diva, Think like a Psychotic Gold Digger, Unleash your Fuckstrations, and get revenge.
You will find yourself trapped into their lives and experiences on the streets on their quest to rise to the top. Rather it is financially or sexually some will conquer and others will perish. Trisexual will have you reaching for your towel from the graphic sex scenes, biting your lip from the suspense, and leave you craving more anticipating the sequel so proceed to read with extreme caution.
The next couple of days I handled my business while his calls increased by the day. I wanted him to back up off me a little bit, but that shit didn’t work that just made him more interested. After a week or so I finally called him. He wanted to see me so bad that he didn’t even argue with me he just asked me to come through. It took me about two hours to get dressed then I was on my way. When I arrived he told his driver to go and start the car and for me to go ahead of him. All of his groupies were hurt, pissed, looking salty as hell, hating, and grilling me because he was leaving they ass behind to kick it with me. My feelings towards the situation were fuck them all I was laughing on the inside and out. I love envy that’s one hell of an emotion. They were so jealous, but they knew that they could say whatever they wanted from a distance, but they knew not to step to me with that bullshit. He got in the car and told me that he was taking me shopping. I was excited because I was about to milk that nigga, but I couldn’t show it. I didn’t want him to think that it was like that even though it was. We went to Bal Harbour with all the high end stores and I was about to tear that shit up. Mike walked in back of me because he just loved to see my fat ass swaying like I walking on air. We walked into the Gucci store first and I was in pure heaven. I damn near fainted when that nigga told me to get whatever I wanted and handed me his American Express card. Don’t get me wrong I got my own ends and he has done his share of hand outs, but it was nothing like getting that card in my hand shopping on his expense. As I was skimming through the store I saw some shit that was not for sale this nigga Rod.
Rod was a nigga that I was fucking once upon a time until he found out that I was a man and kicked my ass. He beat me so bad that I was in the hospital for over a month. I met him at his album release party. I was there chilling minding mines and there he was hawking me from across the club. After he took a million pictures and performed a few songs he came and got me to stand beside him for the remainder of the night. He was on some hardcore rap shit like Young Jeezy all about the drug game and killing. He was medium height, ripped and cut, dark chocolate, like the model Tyson Beckford, but a true gangster. We departed the party side by side and went to his condo on Miami Beach. We kicked it whenever he was in town at China Grill, Wet Willies, Fat Tuesdays, and all over the city. I was staying at his house after we had come from a wonderful day on the beach and he had to go and handle some other business, but he wanted me to stay at his house. He told me that he would be back the following night so I had no problem waiting on my man to get back.
That night I got comfortable I dressed in one of his T-shirts and snuggled up with the pillows in his bed. He surprised me by popping up early while I was fast asleep. Rod walked into the room as quiet as a mouse. He pulled back the covers and he lifted up his T-shirt and bam! There it was I was fully exposed all eight inches of me. He screamed loud furious as fuck that he had gotten played. I was awakened to his powerful fist pounding me in my head and face. He picked me up and slammed me down to the floor and from the impact of the first blow I was knocked unconscious. The second one caused me to regain my consciousness. I wish I would’ve just stayed unconscious that way I wouldn’t have had to endure such a brutal beating. He was talking shit while he kicked me in the face and ribs about how I played him. He took out his gun and yelled at me telling me to open my mouth. Luckily he hadn’t knocked any of my teeth out, but my mouth was full of blood. He put the gun down my throat and told me that he should fucking kill me, but by the grace of god that psycho nigga spared me. He threw me out into the hallway an old lady saw me bleeding to death and called 911. Of course I didn’t press charges I guess I deserved it after what I did to him. I hadn’t seen him since the incident occurred and I wasn’t trying to.
I tried hiding behind some purses I was praying to the lord above that he didn’t see me. While I was ducking I scanned around the room looking for Mike. Then I saw him walking in Rod’s direction. I’m like shit why the fuck did they have to know each other. It felt as if my heart had hit the floor I thought I was dead all I could see was my ass getting beat again. You would’ve thought I would’ve learned my lesson by now, but I didn’t. Mike called out my name looking around the store after he couldn’t spot me “Damn I’m as good as busted” I said to myself. As I was walking up to him Rod stared me dead in my eyes I was so scared I wanted to just ball up in a fetal position and cry. I didn’t want Rod to tell Mike. I couldn’t endure another ass whooping.
Girly G is native of Miami. She is a dedicated, innovative, ambitious, self motivated, determined, talented, diverse, intellectual, passionate, dignified creative young woman. She is a rising star with a unique individuality that sets her apart from other Authors. Her voice is potent so close to the reality you may call your own. She is not stopping here she plans to take the urban erotica publishing industry by storm bringing a new flare and style to what you may know and are used to. She loves her family very much and plans to pen many more novels in the near future. She is also a poet, spoken word artist, playwright, and HIV-AIDS activist.
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