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12 Ho Shit Manual Pt. 1



Here is the official "Ho Shit Manual" as written by the queen of ho shit! Quite frankly, this manual has been done many times by Karrine Steffans but I'd like to break it down even further. I will continue to add to this manual as I see fit as I am the ho shit queen and I am free to do whatever I want.

First the definition of Ho Shit:
  1. Ho Shit (verb): to perform inappropriate, most likely sexual or taboo acts that are out of your regular nature. It is not required that ho shit be used in a sexual context. Ho shit can be used as any activity that some may deem "loose" whether it results in sexual contact or not.
This weekend I am going to do some ho shit!

  • Ho Shit Weekend is from Thursday after 5pm to Sunday 11:59pm. Any ho shit that takes place outside of this time frame is downright nasty and disgusting and you should feel ashamed you heathen!
  • During Ho Shit hours you are allowed to do anything you want. Want to fuck a baboon with anal beads while burning incense? Its all on you. For the sake of ho shit though, keep it safe!
  • Never disrespect another person while they are engaging in ho shit activities. During Ho shit weekend everything and everybody is fair game. If you're worried about my ho'in, you obviously ain't doing your own ho'in.
  • No ho shit is to take place at church, in a school or in the kitchen of a fancy restaurant.
  • If you do ho shit for money, you're a ho.
  • Ho shit is not done by PROFESSIONAL hoes. Professional hoes don't do ho shit, to them its called work!
  • Ho shit weekend only extends outside of the normal hours during holidays and on New Years
  • Ho shit music is music that requires you to somehow have your buttocks no more than 3 inches from the ground. Any exceptions to this would be songs that requires you to gyrate body parts for over 15 seconds at a time, songs that result in you being in the "face down ass up" position and any songs that require you to youtube the choreography before going to the club.

Again, as time goes on I'm going to continue to add on to this manual! Feel free to add to the ho shit manual in the comments as well :-)


Now let the ho shit begin!!
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4 Breakfast In Bed


So I lay there watching him sleep. It's 7 am, I know he had a long night, I don't want to bother him but I'm starving. All I can think about is dipping his caramel into my coffee and holding off on the cream until its time for lunch. For just one more morning I want to give up on being a vegetarian so I can savor the sausage I've been craving all night! How dare he come home so late and leave me so hungry?

I feel my stomach growling, I look at him. I wonder if he'll notice if I just take a little bite. I promise, just one taste and I'm done. Oh, but I can't! Every time I see those strawberry lips I reminisce on his flavor. I can still taste him on the tip of my tongue. I can feel his chocolate melting in my mouth. My memory won't let me forget the cream and sugar combination we both get when I'm feeding on his....

I can't take it! I know he's asleep so I'll be gentle. Maybe he won't feel me pull down his boxers. I'm just really, really craving and he's always been the one to supply what my body demands. I pull it out. My eyes widen. It's breakfast, lunch and dinner wrapped into one. I learned in the beginning you can't try to devour it all at once. You have to taste test. I bite my lip, then start to slowly lick his lollipop. You can call me a sucker, but you know I have a thing for candy! His body flinches. He's not asleep, but he still pretends. It's okay, right now I'm satisfying my appetite. I suck and lick on his popsicle until I feel his ice cream center flow down my throat. Mmmm he tastes as sweet as I remember. I lay my head onto his chest and melt into his arms. Breakfast has been served.

Damn, but I'm still hungry.
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4 If You Had One Of These...




What is the FIRST song you would play???

Not sure what this is? Familiarize Yourself!



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5 A Night With



I'm used to the crazy lifestyle. I live a life full of parties, expensive clothes and late night sex. Some call me a video vixen, others call me a model, I call myself blessed. Blessed to be part of a very exclusive world where men gawk at you and women envy you. Blessed to be simply beautiful! Life isn't always glamorous for me however. Take today for example: It was a long day on set. Today we were filming the video for Pretty Ricky's new single "Tipsy". We had been on the set for what seemed like an eternity filming the same scenes over and over. THIS is why I hate working with other models, everyone has a diva attitude and swear that they are the next Tyra Banks. Excuse me honey, I met Tyra..she's not all that!

The shoot was winding down for the last scene of the night. The video crew had constructed a huge life-size martini glass full of a golden liquid and bubbles, similar to the one used in Beyonce's "Naughty Girl" video. "We need one of you ladies to strip down and get in the glass" one of the video crew yelled as he looked towards the group of us models who managed to have stayed for the entire video shoot. "Man, I'm tired!" one model complained. "I just bought this hair, I can't get it wet!" another model shouted. I stepped forward, "Cut the check!" I'll do it. What's another scene anyway. Anything to hurry this shoot up so I could go home to my cozy Atlanta condo.

Without being told twice I stripped down to nothing but a bra and thong panties as I climbed the latter into the life-sized martini glass. The liquid was warm, almost soothing. I was starting to enjoy sitting in there. Soon after the Pretty Ricky boys walked onto the set. One caught my eye, Spectacular. He was the only one dressed in only a pair of black silk boxers while his group mates were fully clothed. The director looked up at me, "This is an intimate scene between you and Spectacular. Try to make it look as real as possible". I nodded in agreement. Honestly, Spec was a little skinny for my taste, but oddly I found him kind of cute. Spectacular climbed into the glass with me. "How you doin" he whispered. I smiled, "Fine, just ready to go home".

"Cue Music!" The director yelled. Tipsy played over the loud speakers. I focused in on the camera making as many sensual faces as I could. From the corner of my eyes I could see Spec doing his famous grind, but this time it wasn't a folding chair...he was grinding on ME! Everyone watched as Spectacular had simulated sex with me. The looks on their faces was pure shock, some in disgust. I really didn't know how I felt at that point but it was time to have a little fun with it. As Spec splashed around sensually grinding on me, I slipped my hand into the opening of his boxers. I grabbed his dick. Spec didn't miss a beat, almost as if he hadn't noticed what I had just done. I smiled as I squeezed. That caught his attention as he stopped grinding for a second and looked me into my eyes. Stuck in the moment for what seemed like forever the director screamed, "Cut!! Spec what's going on dude?"

"Um, I need another take" Spec shouted as he gazed into my eyes. The director called for the second take. Spec was now totally into me and I was into him. I paid no attention to the audience we had watching us, including the other members of Pretty Ricky. Spectacular's dick was completely out at this point..and HARD! If it wasn't for the bubbles our little secret would have been totally exposed. I pushed Spec back, positioning myself on top of him so that I was on his lap and we were facing each other. I slid my panties to the side and sat on top of Specs hard dick. Not missing a beat Spec continued to mouth the words to his verse while I slowly grind on his dick. Who's the grind champ now? I continued to sensually rock my hips squeezing and moaning lightly with every movement. Not to be outdone Spec flipped me over and positioned himself on top of me. He threw my legs over his shoulders and grind on me as if I was an ottoman in one of his Youtube videos. He worked his dick deeper and deeper as he worked his hips in a circular motion. Oddly enough, he kept rapping. I could only imagine how this looked for the camera. Hey, he said he wanted it to look natural right? I moaned lightly, Spec positioned his hand on my stomach and pumped harder. I laid back, neck deep in water and bubbles as Spec continued to pound harder and deeper into me. I remember opening my eyes to see water splashing everywhere. Everyone watched in awe, not quite sure of what exactly was going on at the moment.

I pulled Spec's head closer to me. At this point I figured it was time to give the camera the show that they wanted to see. He started to lick the water as it dripped down my neck line. With both hands I slowly guided his head lower. I think he got the point because at this time his head was completely submerged under water and all I could feel was slight tickle of his tongue on my clit. I moaned with pleasure as Spec used his lips to give my lower lips the massage of a lifetime. In and out, he continued to work his tongue as if it was covered in crack and he was an addict. I moaned louder. The eyes of the crowd wide and mouths covered--they were on to us but I didn't care. Spec came back up for air as he slowly rose to his knees. He was fully exposed in front of me and all I kept thinking of was how those red speedos did him no justice, this boy was packing! I took his dick into my hands. The crowd was still watching in amazement. The camera was still rolling. If I was going to make my porn debut, I had to make it good right? I looked up at Spec as he licked his lips, his eyes were closed, he knew what was about to come...HIM!

I took his dick into my mouth bobbing up and down as my tongue did tricks on his shaft. He loved it! He pushed my head closer as I took the whole thing into my mouth. I didn't gag even a little, I mean if I could take every inch of Andre 3000 I'm sure I could take this. We were in our own little world. I was enjoying the taste of Spectacular, I didn't want this to end. I could feel his dick throbbing inside of me as he whispered, "I'm about to cum". He tried to pull out but with my lips I locked on. He may be used to those other lames, but me? Me, I take it all! I sucked harder on his dick as his warm cum shot down my throat. Yum! He tasted so sweet but it was finally over. I looked down, the set was completely wet and the martini glass was empty. Licking my lips I peered across the room, "So did yall get your shot?". The director nodded in disbelief. It was at that moment I disregarded all rumors about Spectacular and Pretty Ricky. Even if he WAS gay, he still is the best sex I've ever had!.

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3 A Night With





It was the night of my birthday and me and my girls were just getting the celebration started. My sister had purchased three tickets for us to see Trey Songz live in Las Vegas. I must admit, I'm not much of a Songz fan. I don't know many of his songs, I haven't bought any of his albums but I will admit, he's a cutie! I was probably the least excited to go to this concert. Honestly, I'd rather sit up in the casino with a glass of Chardonnay and some spending money and make this the most memorable vacation ever. Unfortunately, the girls would rather hit up the concert instead.

We got dressed, I figured if I was going to completely waste my time I might as well sexy as hell doing it right? Luckily I brought the smallest, tightest, black dress that my size 2 frame could squeeze into. Fierce? Understatement! Makeup and Hair? On Point! I looked good if I must say so myself.

We finally get to the club where the concert was taking place. As we approached closer we realized that the line to the club stretched well down the block. YAY! *sarcasm*. Unfortunately I did not plan to be standing in 4 inch heels for over an hour. My mood easily went from 'happy birthday' to 'get me the hell home'! "Girl you'll be okay" My BFF kept reassuring me. I sure didn't feel okay. All I kept thinking about was getting out of these shoes. Eventually I had had enough! 20 minutes of standing in line and I have had it! I laid my coat down ad sat on the curb as I waited for the line to move. Not even 10 minutes into me sitting down a black Chevy Tahoe speeds towards me. Immediately I panic. I thought my feet hurt before, now I was 3 seconds away from having them flattened by this SUV.

In utter rage (and fear for my life) I jumped up. "You stupid mother$^%@ you could have killed me!!!" The driver of the car stepped out. He was an older husky gentlemen, inches shorter than me. "Watch where the hell you're driving!!" I yelled with my arms flailing, shoes and all. As I continued to spazz out I noticed the back window roll down. "What's goin on?" the person from behind the glass asked. The side-eye I was about to give at this point would be enough to shoot flames through a brick wall. What do you mean whats going on? Where have you been the past few minutes. As I fixed my mouth to continue to curse him out the window rolled down further. It was Trey Songz. I felt an immediate sense of embarrassment. "Girl you're too beautiful to be raising so much hell!" he laughed as he stuck his head out the window. I looked back at my friends who at this point were shocked and in awe. Slowly Trey opened the door to the truck and with one lick of his lips he whispered "Come in". Trey sat me on his lap as he ordered the driver to drive to drive. When the driver asked where, he just said "Keep Driving".

I had never seen a man so beautiful in my life. Those sexy lips, those eyes, he was gorgeous! As I sat on his lap we chatted a little bit. He asked me where I was from, was I having fun in Vegas and somehow the subject changed to my birthday. "Oh yeah? Its your birthday ma?" he asked with that beautiful smirk on his face. I nodded shly. Trey slowly started to rub on my thigh, making his way up my dress..."Well let me give you your gift then". He slowly kissed me as he continued to work his hand further and further up my dress. At this point I could hardly register what was happening. Are you serious? I'm making out with Trey Songz in a moving car! I've never done anything like this before. I closed my eyes and before I could fully collect my thoughts Trey let the seats back and layed me down with my legs facing him. As if he's done this before, he hiked my dress up to my waist and pulled my panties down with what seemed to have been all one motion. I was wet just speculating what was about to come. He grabbed my legs and pulled me closer to him. I had to open my eyes and take this all in. I watched as Trey pulled his pants down and pulled out dick. I must say I was very impressed. Trey Songz was officially perfect from his lips to his dick. He wasn't huge, but definitely a happy medium.

He entered me. If I would have had my eyes closed I would have thought he was a full 10 inches. Trey definitely wasn't the sappy sensitive guy he sang about in his songs (if I knew any of them). With every thrust he pulled me closer and closer, pushing himself deeper and deeper. I was finding it very hard to remain conscience of my surroundings. We were in a car, his driver was RIGHT THERE and the windows were open. As much as I wanted to scream out I had to hold it all in...and it was hard! "Damn baby you feeling so good right now" he kept saying to me. He must have known that I loved to hear that because I was getting wetter and wetter. Eventually I couldn't take it any more, I had to scream out. Teasing me, he pulled out and motioned me to turn over. Taking a hand full of my hair he slipped back in and continued to work. I couldn't contain myself any longer. With Trey's hands on my hips I came. Nearly collapsing into the seat cushions I layed as Trey slowly pulled out. I could feel his warm cum dripping onto my back. I couldn't even be mad. Playfully he smacked my ass and turned me over. "Happy Birthday Sweetheart" he said. With a smile I replied, "And I won't be pressing charges for you nearly killing me either"


*This story is all fiction. I have never had sex with Trey Songz allthough I would love too. Call me Trey!*

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