Street Sinuata

"The Plot"

When you are born into a life of privilege and prestige it is easy to loose track of what is really important, and sometimes you forget that “privilege ain’t always promised to the prestigious...”

No one knows this better than Ashlee Baxton; raised on the Louisiana bayou, this bright-eyed Creole boy had everything going for him. He was well breed, handsome, and an extremely talented painter. All Ashlee had only ever dreamed of was that one day he would become a famous artist; joining the ranks of Da Vinci & Van Gogh; and Atlanta seemed the perfect place to hone his talent. Of course life isn’t always easy in the jewel of the south, and instead of art museums and the high society Ashlee found himself living a life of depravity down in the gutter, using the only thing he had left of value to keep from being swallowed whole by the fast paced life of this little-big city. But can a chance meeting with a attractive professional put Ashlee back on his feet?

Jacquelyn Mathews lived a perfectly packaged little world from birth; She had grown up one of Atlanta’s social elite. She had received the perfect education, and gone on to manicure a perfect life style specifically from her own vision. She had the perfect career and she had built the perfect home, with the perfect man; or so she thought. But, alas, even our lovely heroine finds that perfection is in the eye of the beholder. For her husband Todd is not the man that he pretends to be, and his secrete could shatter Jacquelyn’s portrait of perfection.

As Ashlee moves up through the ranks of Atlanta society, slowly gliding his brush stroke over the fabric of this painting-turned-reality, he will win the hearts of everyone he encounters; capturing both the intimate details of their lives, and a true reflection of who they really are. In the end some lives will be turned upside down, while others will be torn completely apart in this tragic tale of love lost and found.

“For when Dreams come Undone, that is when we learn that love and self-discovery are the most powerful parts of life.”

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Kissing Me: 101

A kiss should be methodical, soft, tactful, and moderately aggressive. Thatis if your going to kiss me. I hate a sloppy kisser. It is the easiest way to turn me off. There are others who would disagree, but then those others aren't me. If you kiss me you might need to practice before you do, because I have had extensive practice myself and I am quite accomplished at the art of the kiss my damn self. On top of that I will be judging you. and depending on your grade, well, that will determine weather you recieve further education.
Sorry, I have a thing for a man who kisses well. It's probably the easiest way to get into my size 31 express jeans. I know that sounds rather whorish but hell I am just speaking my truth. ..
"Rafael Solece gets a hard on when a soft pair of lips are pressed up against his ever so slightly"
It does something to me. A signal is sent from my lips to my brain, which immediately sends a signal to my manhood that it is go time. Unfortunately the same can be said for a bad kisser. If you have know idea what to do with your mouth, then you shouldn't have your lips close to mine. Because if sex is what you crave. Then Darhling you gets none here. It is as simple as that. I have no time at all for a man who can not kiss.
In my mind if you can't kiss then you can't then you probably can't make love. The two just go hand in hand. Call it a romantized view of sexual behavior. I don't care just know that if you step to me. Then you need to know how to kiss.
They say that the way to a man s heart is through his stomach. Well the they same something similar about getting into my pants. The way to my bed is through my mouth, and I don't mean unzipping your pants and pressing down on my shoulder...

Step Up or Step Off

My new mantra when it comes to men, friends, family, people in General; Step Up or Step Off. Is in my opinion the key to my success future success? I recently adopted this new way of thinking within the last month, as I have begun to revamp my personal, professional, and mental state of mind. It may seem a little rude, or a harsh phrase to utter to someone, but honestly it is something that should be said and screamed often. Simply because often times when we "ambitious people" (I am speaking of ambition a lot lately) get ready to tackle the hills and valleys of success we often have people who want to be a part of our success or a part of our lives. And Often times these people are either impeding on our success (slowing us down, or trying to halt progression) or their just along for a free ride. Sometimes these people [want us to succeed but have nothing to contribute, and there for they are just lumps sitting on our swiftly moving log. Well these are the exact people that need such a reality check.

"Step Up or Step Off!"

As I began my ascension into a more successful, empowered, ambitious me I started to see that some of the people in my immediate circle weren't of any use to me. Hell, most of them weren't of any use to themselves and the only reasons they were really in my life was because I was attached to them for sentimental reasons. But sentiment does not equate to progress. Sometimes we hold on to people so tight and we use love as an excuse to ignore who they really are; Manipulative, spoiled, arrogant, self righteous, procrastinating, hypocritical, un-driven, unsuccessful people. I am speaking of those people that have no purpose. We all know someone like this and these are the exact people we love, and want to advance with us, but they are the people who don't want to do anything for themselves. They are the people skating through life constantly making excuses for one thing or another. "I don't have a job because.." "I was fired because…" "I live at home with my mother because…" and "I smoke because.." Bitch please! Give me no excuses, only solutions. People with excuses are people who don't really want to do anything.

Lots of times because people have been our friends for so long we ourselves even begin to make excuses for their lazy behavior. when we know that the truth is just that: their lazy. SO if they're too lazy to care about their own situation, life, career, stomachs, living situation. Why in the hell should it be of any concern to us.

What kill's me is the people who latch on to other people, ambitious successful people and BLOCK! Cock block, blessing block, just damn block. They are the people who can see your success clearly, and in its entirety. Yet they know they are not good enough for you or willing to put in the time/effort it would take to be what you need, desire, want. So they continue to hold on to you because they figure that as long as their around they might as well get what they can get from you. Or at least keep someone else from coming into your life that is going to put in the work, give you the resources, time, energy (good energy) to supply you with what you need to be successful. Ain't that a blimp?

But get this: That is your fault! It was my fault too. People will only do to you, what you allow them to do to you. And we, more often than not, allow people to do some awful stuff to us, in the name of sentiment. Well fuck that I ain't having it no more and neither should any of you. My family, my friends, my loves: Life is too short, it's already filled with pain and hard times. Why make your life any harder than it already has to be just because you love somebody. Your Friends, your family, you boyfriend or girlfriend are the exact people who can hurt you more than anybody. Why, you ask? Because they are the ones closest to you. So they have the ability to do more damage because you care about them.

Now understand this I ain't saying to hell with all your friends. What I am saying; is that we should all take a look at our circle of influence, hell, take a total 180 degree look at your life, and evaluate where you are as opposed to where you would like to be. Then look at that circle of influence and evaluate where those people are and what they have accomplished and whether or not their energy is good energy for you? If they are people who procrastinate all the damn, sit around on the couch eating bags of chips, if they are slackers who hardly do any work or are completely unmotivated, and smoking weed all day every day. As opposed to bettering themselves in school, or working toward a career, or trying to get a better pay raise at work, hell if they are just going to the gym every day to get in better shape. But they need to be putting out some kind of positivity in the air. People, who have nothing to contribute to life, are just sucking the life out of you with their nonchalant way of living.

Boo, that energy that you need. But if you're sitting on the couch with your friend and yawl are supposed to be going somewhere, but you got to catch the bus to get there. But every time it comes time to get up to go catch that bus, and your friend "hollers lets catch the next bus". So you sit back down on the couch with him so that by the end of the day you have missed every bus and the sun has set and you're still sitting on the couch waiting on him/her to move. Well baby that was a waste of time! Hell typing it was a waist of my time.

It is alright to love somebody but don't get loving a person confused. You have to love people at a distance, because the people you love aren't always the ones who love you. But then again maybe they do, they just don't love themselves enough to do better in life. Not your problem or mine. Us motivated people; who have dreams, goals, and ambitions don't have time to dilly dally on a fucking couch, at home all day, in the porn store, fucking every piece of dick, ass, pun that looks cute. People like us got shit to do. SO when I say: Step Up or Step Off! Honey it is because I got shit to do. And you do to.

You have my permission to use it whenever the situation calls for it.

Ta Ta for Now

Rafael Solece

This is my Midnight Confession

A little bit of Gay Erotica by Author Rafael Solece...



I have a confession. I have done a grand many things in my twenty-seven years on this earth, but I had never done anything like this before. And I honestly couldn’t explain to you why I had decided to do something so risky on a night like tonight? I suppose I was lonely. At least that is the excuse I giving myself as I climbed out of my bed. Or maybe I was just horny. Whatever the reason I had talked myself into this depraved act and I knew that there was no turning back now: especially since I was already practically dressed.

I guess there is a first time for everything.

At least that’s what I said to myself as I slipped on my shoes, pocketed the two five dollar bills that I had grabbed from the grocery money stashed in the can over the refrigerator, slipped on the over sized hoodie that my ex had forgot to pack on the day that I put him out, grabbed my keys, and slide out the back door. I tip toed down the stairs like a cat burglar creeping onto some ones fire escape, quietly trying o make my get away with out waking the my unsuspecting neighbors. I don’t know why I cared so much after all it was my neighbor’s fault that I was even up. His sexcapades had been the catalyst for this midnight tryst. I was horny and it was entirely his fault. As I listened to the female counter part of that beautiful masculine figure who resided in apartment number 5, screaming and moaning his name (loudly I might add) with such Intensity. I imagined his body moving rhythmically between her legs. His hot ass checks clenching with every powerful thrust sent me into over drive and I felt my own sexual organ pulsating between my legs, begging for me to release my fluids.

Before now I imagined him some lonely down low brother secretly lusting after me; biding his time for just the right moment before he approached me in some pornographic fantasy. Of course now my dreams had all but been shattered and I was left unsatisfied and ill mannered by the entire ordeal.
Yes I had only lived next door to him for three days, but my heart was broken by the revelation of his sexual orientation. Though satisfying as it sounded, and I had to admit I was a tad bit jealous as I lay alone in my bed. He sounded like a phenomenal lover, and my jealousy stemmed more from the fact that I couldn’t watch, and not merely because of the fact that it wasn’t I lying beneath his dark chocolate body. But that didn’t stop my imagination from wondering.

I laid quietly in my bed I closed my eyes and imagined myself laying in hunky neighbor’s bed, moaning euphorically in sexual bliss. Sadly, I could only imagine the types of things that he was doing to his equally attractive miss. In my mind he was a kinky lover, and especially vicious in bed. He choked, bit, smack, and spat on her violently. And a part of me really just wanted to know if my vivid imagination was truly on point.

As their love making coursed on through the night it became infuriating to listen to them, and by the time that they had finally climaxed for the fourth time in one night and drifted softly off to sleep, I was left horny and unsatisfied by the fifth ill fated attempt by my roaming right hand to please the monster called longing in my loins. So here I was walking the street in that, the hour between late and early looking for what some would call a date, simply because my hormones had over taken me. I felt a tad bit ashamed, but there was an air of exhilaration coursing through my veins. Though couldn't believe that I was about to make such a transaction as to pay for sex. I also felt confident in my new found inhibition. I had never done anything like this before, yes. I had always wondered what it might be like. Of course loudly and in mixed company I condemned men who did such deplorable thing as buying paying another for sex. All the while secretly I had always wanted to know what it was like to do it myself. Pay for sex, or get paid for sex.

What is this fascination with prostitution that we men have?

Perhaps it was the combination of danger mingled with civil disobedience that causes us to step so recklessly into the dark of night? Maybe is it the thought of something illusive or naughty even. The sheer garishness of the act. Its vulgar, dangerous, its a dirty little secrete. Perhaps it's just the lack of having a regular sexual release, or an over abundance of sexual energy? Or maybe its the tedium of a boring sex life? I honestly don't know, and at this very moment I honestly didn’t care.

My reasons are my own. Three months of sexual frustration bubbling over and now I was tired of waiting for the right partner to come along. I needed some full body contact. My abundant porn collection could only do so much and I had stretched the fibers of my imagination far beyond its boundaries, and the kink in my wrist had started to irritate me. I needed, no, I wanted a hard hung body. And so here I was walking the dead of night, my hands tucked into my pockets, my hood covering my eyes, my head lowered in fear and shame. I crossed over Peachtree Street, beneath the bright street light in the direction of the whore stroll, and my lips moved frantically as I whispered a silent prayer, hoping that my God would protect me and forgive me for my sin. Cause I knew that there was no turning back. I was about to make a improper transaction. I was about to pay for sex.


This is my midnight confession...