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Thursday, January 22, 2015

Bells for Renee....

I've been trying to figure out a way to update y'all on life over the past year.  My shit was so fukked up that I wasn't even close to being consistent.  Didn't wanna just show back up like "A NIGGA BACK!"  Just glazin over shit........FAIL.   So let's see what I can do to catch ya asses up.

For those who have not been with me very long, my girl Renee is still around......with a whole lotta major shit goin on. (Read Catching Up With ReneeRenee's Revenge Part I,
Renee's Revenge Part II).  **READ THEM BEFORE YOU GO ANY FURTHER SO YOUR ASS WON'T BE CONFUSED. (Watch muuhfukkas don't listen).

After catching up and reconnecting after a few years, we have been thick as fukkin thieves.  Ain't missed a beat.  She was with me all through the shit I dealt with when my mama passed.  A bitch stuck through all of my depression shit (and a nigga has had many a fukkin episode).  Renee has been my ride-or-die from the jump.  I was with her when she recently lost her grandmother.  And check this shit out........I was with her while she prepared, debated, and finally married that nigga TERRENCE!!!!

Yep.  You heard it.  After all that shit a nigga put her through......cheatin with the bitch he had a baby with.....gettin caught fukkin when Renee showed up to surprise his ass at his crib.......them niggas just had their ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY.  LOL.

Shit shook me.  I was shocked....blown....confused.  I gave her my opinion......several fukkin times. But a bitch was in love.......and she FORGAVE that muuhfukka.  So, if she was gonna be happy......aiight.  And who was I to judge?  I married a crazy, psycho, mean-spirited, nasty attitudinal, moody, half-cocked, self-centered, uppity, salty BITCH.  What could this hurt??  What's worse is that Renee's stupid ass wanted me to participate in the ceremony.  BITCH.......did you forget that you took pictures of my piece up in your pussy, and gave them to him when you broke up with him the 32nd time???  DA FUKK???

Now THAT'S where a spic had to draw the line.  Normally, I would do anything for Renee.  But this I couldn't do.  Wasn't quite comfortable with fukkin your fiancee on the regular whenever she was irritated with you, showing up at a banquet held in  your honor, as your lady only showed up to dump you publicly (while telling everyone there that we were fukkin), and then come throw fukkin rice at your some  lil bitch that was actually happy for y'all.  Nah.......

Renee and Terrence were engaged for about a year.  Ironically, we were still enjoying periodic fucks......for about a year.  She is married to this dude.......happy a few days a week, and has expressed an interest in comin over to spend the night.  I JUST CAN'T.  I love Renee.  She's my dawg.  And she has some of the best pussy I've ever had.  Taste like warm butter on a hot biscuit.  But I can't keep doin that shit.  My ass had to grow the fukk up.

Needless to say, Renee and I are still tight as fukk.  But we decided that we couldn't continue doin that shit.  I love and respect her too much for that shit.  We still hang and have fuck it nights.  But all legit now.  No more fuckin all over her crib, in her office, in one our cars.  I'm loving that bitch a different way.  Prolly the right way......go figure.

Too bad that nigga still ain't taggin that pussy right.  Cuz Renee always beggin for the dick.  LOL.  Nah bitch......can't let you fukk up them wedding bells over this incredidick.........dare that nigga Terrence to fukk up tho.  

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

A Lot to Say....

Wow!!!!  It has been a minute.  What to say?  Where to begin?  What old shit do I pick up from?  What new drama do I start with?  Life has been crazy.  Guess I'm gonna do a bit of it all....

Let's start here with this mini update debrief "bring muuhfukkas halfway up to speed on my ridiculous shit" type explanation....

A lotta shit went sour when I lost my mama.  Not only did I stop writing, but I damn near left this place.  Y'all niggas already know I was havin daily battle royals with Gargamel (if you're new, that's the ex).  Well, that bitch is still around, but less relevant every fukkin day.  Good therapy will do that shit fo a nigga.  So......oh yeah.......fell into a deep depression that I didn't wanna acknowledge.   Shit was crazy.  Eating was outta control.  Drinkin got worse.  Couldn't afford tree (that was a bitch).  Didn't wanna take meds.....didn't wanna see a shrink.  Sat my ass in the crib for days.   Wouldn't shower, shave, wash.......was hella fukked up.  Only got up to leave when I had to do somethin for the kids.  And a lotta times I would show up in pajama bottoms and hoddie.  Eventually, I got to the place where I would clean up to LOOK THE PART.....but a nigga was still fukked up.  At my lowest point, I hadn't slept for like four days.  Grabbed some muscle relaxers from my auntie's crib (you know old niggas always got hella medications and shit).   Came home, and knocked about four of them bitches back with two shots of vodka.  Just wanted to sleep.  What's fukked up about the whole thing was that I STILL COULDN'T FUKKIN FALL OUT.

I think that's when light bulbs and shit started goin  off.  Maybe my life did have some purpose if a nigga can't even commit suicide right.  DA FUKK!!! LOL.  I can laugh now, but a nigga would cry about that shit every fukkin day.  And trust, that experience made me realize that I'm here.  Shit is still kinda fukked up......but I'm still here.  And for not other reason, Imma be here for them three lil spics of mine.

Time has passed.  I started getting my health together.  Working out.....Eating clean.  Gettin in the best shape of my muuhfukkin life.  Some of the people you read about stayed, some left........and some bitches got the muhhfukkin boot.  LOL.  Got some new nastiness to talk about and  some more crazy shit to fukk with ya head.  A nigga is starting to sense purpose now. day at a time, I plan for shit to get better, easier, possible.  Depression is a bitch, but so am I.

I got a lotta shit to say..........and it's gonna shake some shit up.    But that's the fukkin reason I'm still here.  Like my boy Kwasi, we like our shyt shaken.....not stirred.  Come ride with a nigg.....

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Just When You Thought It Was Over........

A nigga is on the way back.........STAY TUNED.

We bout to go all the way in........See you soon.


Tuesday, July 15, 2014

My New Muufukkin Hero....

This nigga right here.....

Hot Rod Tyler Trenton

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Would You Have Tapped Out??


Would you have tapped out??  Hmmmm???

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

BIG 11 Big Dick and Interracial Videos -

Love the way this cutie is enjoying the dick.  Work boi!!

BIG 11 Big Dick and Interracial Videos -

Did I Mention Karen????

In April 2012, I found myself in a pretty fucked up situation.  Gargamel and I had barely been speaking.  We hadn't fucked in a good three years.  And a nigga was sleeping in different part of the house....and pretending to still be in love with the mother of my kids.  Putting on a show that none of my lil spics believed.  What was the point???  Who the fukk knows??

Then there's the matter of all of my extracurricular activities.....some due to the fact that my libido is ridiculous and my love for my wife had dwindled down to the love that one has for his favorite nursery rhyme (the one I can't even remember all the words to...smh)......others due to the fact that the reality of the bisexuality that exists in me had a muthafukka all over the place emotionally....and others due to the fact that.....SHYT.....a nigga/spic is just a freak that didn't always act responsibly.

So while I was writing about all of the shit that happened that exposed me to the love of dick and ass, coupled with the shit I was doing during the failure of my marriage, a nigga neglected to talk about the one thing that pretty much ensured that I would not live in the house with my family again......Karen.

Karen and I have known each other for years.   Met her about 10 years ago when Gargamel and I were having some issues.  Karen and her husband were experiencing some of the same fucked-up-ness that was going on in my house.  I met her at a conference in Dallas.  The job had sent me there to do some networking for the company, while she was there with a couple of girl friends attending a wedding.  We met at the happy hour in one of the restaurants in the Crowne Plaza Hotel in Dallas (where we were both staying).  I saw her sitting on the other side of the bar, laughing like school girls.  All of them were sexy as fukk, but Karen had a certain innocence about her.  A shy smile.....beautiful eyes...smooth skin....a head full of hair.....and most importantly......A FUKKIN WEDDING RING!!!!!

I told myself, when we kept looking at each other, that buying those girls a round of drinks was NOT gonna turn out well.  My dumb ass.

Karen and I spent the rest of that 5-day trip together.  The first time she came up to my room, we laid in the bed, mostly clothed (I was in sweats and a wife beater, and she was in one of my shirts and her pants), and watched tv until we fell asleep......some ole 'Waitin to Exhale' shit.  LOL.

That was a good thing, so I thought.....

In the morning, I woke up with this phyne ass girl spooned up under me.....BUT ASS NAKED.....and grinding her ass against my dick.  "I know we aren't gonna see each other again.  I gotta go back home to a bad marriage and terrible sex.......can we....????"  

And, without even turning to face me, Karen reached behind me and grabbed my swelling dick from outta my sweats. I could tell that she wasn't very experienced, cause she squeezed the shit outta my dick and didn't really know WHAT to do with it.  I took in deep sigh and moved her hands off my piece.  "Are you sure you wanna do this?"

She turned to me and said, "I want as much as you can give me until I have to leave Dallas."  

Who was I to deny her the granting of such a request???  LMAO.  Naah...  I wanted her just as much as she wanted me.  I started kissing Karen on the back of her neck and exploring her petite body with my hands.  Her husband must have been whack as fukk, cause everything I did seemed to be a shock to her.  I cupped her breasts, and massaged both nipples.  My dick seemed like it kept getting harder, as I listened to her struggle not to scream out, and her body shook.  I rolled her onto her stomach and started to kiss and lick down the small of her back.  She was struggling and squirming......sensitive as shit.  Was driving me fukkin crazy.  I got to her ass and pulled her up so she would be on her knees.  Face still down on the pillow.   I parted her legs and took one finger, teasing her clit.  She went crazy. I slid one finger inside her wet pussy, while massaging her clit.  "I don't know if I can take this."   
"You have noooooo idea......"  was my thought.  But when I pulled my finger out, Karen shouted, "Please don't stop."  I ate that pussy for about 30 minutes....wouldn't let her move.  I know she came at least five times.   Her hair was soaked.  She was gasping for air, and unable to move.  "Thatwas wonderful", she told me......still on her knees with ass in the air....pussy dripping with my spit and her cum.  

I stood up, found a condom, slipped it on and came up behind her.  Spit on her ass and watched it ooze down to the pussy.  I put the head of my dick in.......And she screamed into the pillow so fukkin loud that I thought I felt the bed vibrate.  Took a while to get up in there, and she damn sho wasn't gonna tap out.  But when I finally slid all the way up in the pussy, it was divine.......DAYUM.  We fukked over and over....passed out, woke up and fukked some more.  The maid came in to clean the room and walked in on us fukkin.  We never missed a beat.  LOL.

Karen and I spent the rest of that trip together. Whenever I wasn't in a meeting, or on a conference call, we were in my suite.....fukkin like rabbits.  We left Dallas and went to our separate homes, only to find out we lived an HOUR apart........not good.  SMH.  The next ten years of my life had her all in it. And the fact that I was married to bitch I ain't like didn't help.  We would spend the next ten years getting closer physically, emotionally, and spiritiually.  My off and on relationship with Karen would forever change every aspect of my life.

(Ya'll bitches ready for the ride??  A nigga is back!!)