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What’s been going on in Oh Town?

Been a while since I’ve written a blog so I thought I’d just write a lil suttin’ about what’s been going on with me and my writing.
I’ve been slacking on my blogging macking so let’s change that.

Heeeeey y’all… how ya doing?

I’ve been off in the laboratory writing.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had that feeling of wanting to write (supreme writers block) and I just couldn’t shake it off.
But then Legacy Publishing came a knocking and its as if it all came back.
Then came The Train

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A free short story available to download to your kindle and nook on Amazon. Just a lil suttin suttin to keep you interested in me and my work.
This story dropped around Christmas and was closely followed by…

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Another short story giving you more of that Ohfluence, keeping the erotic mind play party going.

And now… I got another short story coming real real soon and it’s called…
7 Floors…

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A collection of short stories that will be available March 22nd 2013…

These stories were born on this same here blog but I’ve given them remixes to fill the space between now and the next extravaganza that’s coming.

And what extravaganza is this I hear you ask?
Well…

Since joining Legacy Publishing, I’ve been working on a brand new rerelease of the entire Little Black Book series.
That’s right… we’re starting all over again.

If you’re wondering why…
Business wise, it makes perfect sense… but as a writer, that means I can go back and change things I missed first time round and it also means I get to see what worked and what didn’t and change some thangs.
More importantly, I get to add some thangs.
Like more stories.
Like stories that people have been asking for.
Like more stories about some of reader’s favourite characters.
Oh, fuck it, you know I’m talking about one character only.
My gurl Tatiana Blue.

The first new Little Black Book is coming sooner than you think and is gonna be bigger and better than the original. 
Trust me, for what I’m writing, and the way it’s come out,  you’re gonna FREAKING love it.

It’s a slow burn trying to get to where I wanna be, which is writing full time all day every day and we don’t play but I’ve got stories up the ying yang so there’s gonna be a lot more of me.
And with some key potential movements going on behind the scenes, things are moving on.

But as I said at the start of this post, I’m back on my blogging ish… so if there’s anything sexy subject you think I could give some Ohfluence, lemme know…
I’ll get in there like swimwear…

Peace and hair grease
Mr Oh

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Letter to the bigger lady

Dear Woman,

Dear bigger, thicker, more fuller, curvaceous, adventurous woman that you are.
I have been thinking about you for a long time. I guess you’ve been on my mind because I’ve been a fan of yours for the longest time.
A fan is maybe not the right term… I should say I love YOU!

Big girl, thick girl, PHAT, whatever you call yaself…. sheeeeeet you may just call yourself woman but I have been watching you for the longest time and I cannot get enough of you.
Maybe it’s because I’ve grown up in a black household of big women with bigger shapes, bigger personalities and bigger behinds.
I don’t know.
Whatever it is… I’ve got a MAJOR crush on you.

This crush has not been helped thanks to the existence of such beautiful big women such as Jill Scott, who is tip top on my list of big women who will find herself in a “situation” if she ever tripped and fell in front of me.

(Careful Jill…)

See, I’m not gonna write to you and say something like, ‘oh, I like your big personality’, that, to me, is quite offensive. What the fuck is a big personality?

Just because a woman is big, doesn’t mean she is super jolly and armed with a jolly sense of living life to the fullest, just because she’s big and the only thing to make her smile is a keen sense of carpe diem.

NO!

I’m here to say I love your curves.
You may be siting on a size 18 shape, with one or two rolls across the middle but I freaking love you just the same. You and the rolls.
I’m not sure about you but those stretch marks, the fullness of you, the way you look DELICIOUS when you put a corset on, the general warmth of you, etc.
All of that together makes me a willing visitor to the church of the big woman where you are praised.

I don’t ponder to stereotypes of you; that your a good cook, that you laugh a lot and that your belly jiggles when you giggle. (Well that last one maybe true, but still, doesn’t mean I love it any less.)
I’m talking to those real big women. You know who you are.
Your size, to me, is irrelevant. The attraction to you is what’s important.
The fact that there’s more of you; more to kiss, more to lick, more to taste, more to be around.
More often than not you can cook ya ass off and being in your company is always the shit.

Now, I haven’t said anything about your sex because, well, I thought I would keep it clean and clean. But since I’m talking about it… you are the SYYYYYYYYRUP!
That means you taste great at all times, you look great when your poured and covering me, when you give head the world is alright with me and I always keep a bottle of you close by.
A thick woman, possibly verging on bbw (that’s big black woman) is the dream of dreams and to be able to sexually engage with one is nothing short of a life experience.
Sure, like any woman, she has the same nuts and bolts as a smaller woman but there’s MORE of ’em … and their nuts and bolts are bigger too…

As everyone knows, there ain’t no party like a thick girl head party cuz that shit will make toes curl all night!
The pleasure of having a larger woman between your thighs is something I can talk about but I won’t be able to fully create the picture of how GOOD it is.
Ya mouth, thankfully, is quite accommodating… that’s the nice way of saying ‘quite large’. Ever so helpful when you are throwing ya NECK in, tongue sliding and deepthroating, quite easily I might add. (Check out any bbw porn video of a thick woman giving head and you’ll witness a sight of pure genius thinking.)

This letter isn’t just about how sexy you look in amateur-recorded videos watched on phone screens, its about more than that part of you.
Some of the most wildest experiences of my career have involved thick, full figured, sometimes more ass than you ever thought you could feasibly challenge women.
But it’s not just the wildness of you, it’s just about you.
I can’t explain why the stretch marks you rub religiously with cocoa butter endear, the way you fill clothes with your shapely ways attract me and the beauty I see in you addicts me.
I thank God you exist.
I kinda thank God that no matter how hard you try you just can’t seem to shift that last piece of weight that hangs onto you.
I understand you may be relatively self-conscious to stand without covering yourself but I LOVE to stare at you naked… curves, bumps and all.

These are the things that make you so damn delectable to me and I just wanna say… thank you.

Thank you for walking and switching that ass like that, thank you for filling out those jeans (sometimes spilling out), thank you for walking past with that amazing cleavage, thank you for knowing how to REALLY take a spank on the ass, thank you for such expert head, thank you for constantly inspiring my dirty mind, thank you for filling out corsets, thank you for being blessed with such stature.

Thank you…

Ya make the world go round…

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Would you reveal who… for Little Black Book 2?

Would ya?

I mean like, WOULD ya?

That is really the question…

In an effort to give Little Black Book 2 a lil bit more than the first, I had an idea, which seems to be gathering speed quick, fast and in a hurry.

I’m including pictures in the book, to give the reader something to look at between the sheets of each story.
I did it in the first Little Black Book but I took the front cover, edited it in white and cut it in different sections, which I put between each story.

This time, I wanna do it a little different.

I’m working with four artists to produce visual imagery to slide between the stories and poems of Little Black Book 2.
Now two of these artists are photographers (the tall, beautiful @MolaxCho_Pa and the all;seeing @blackartnudesuk) and they are TOO damn good at what they do.
If you don’t believe me, check out their websites www.molaxproductions.com and www.blackartnudes.co.uk and tell me I’m lying…

These two visual masters are working with moi to create some images for the book but I wanna take pictures of NORMAL people. Normal women in their normal state, normal men just being.

Little Black Book 2 – like the first – is written about normal, every day people. The characters are written to reflect the multi-faceted emotional, yet higly sexual, side of black people in London today.

I don’t want models with model shapes in model poses, doing America’s Next Top Model tings.

I want Chantel from Brixton, the one with the beautiful shape, a little round in the stomach, one or two stretch marks and that FAT ass.
Lying on her bed in a pair of boy shorts and a vest sending a BBM message watching TV.

A man greasing himself up in the morning, strong arms rubbing himself down in front of a business suit hanging up.

THOSE types of images.

So, the question returns to YOU reader. Would you pose for a Little Black Book 2 page filler?
I can hear you thinking no… but what if you could do it in a way where your identity is hidden?
Would you think about it then?

Have you ever thought about taking a picture of yourself just because you’ve felt particlarly sexy this week?
Maybe not putting out on a scale of where I’m going to reach with Little Black Book 2 but, you know, take a lil snap.

God knows you’ve taken enough pictures of yourself and sent them to potential sex fellows so why not put your sexy (or handsome) ass out there for all to see?

YOU know how fine you are…

And don’t think this is only for the *Monique voice* skinny bitches… The thicker the better…

OoOoOoOoOo…

I’m palpatating…

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When the rain falls

‘Sunnnnnnnny days… everybody loves them, tell me can you stand the rain?’

Can you?

Have you even tasted the rain before?

Would you taste the rain if it fell on you?

Would ya?
Could ya?
Should ya?

Deep in the depths of every woman lies a dormant little place where men and women seek but don’t always find.
A place where a smile is not always guaranteed and maybe the feeling of pee is making you, as a woman, slightly uncomfortable.
Today’s woman can find and get close to this place but may stop before she opens the door.

She stops because internally, it actually hurts.
Some may wonder what happens when you keep going past that point of pain and pee and make it rain.

The rain may be a drizzle or a storm… who knows but it will rain…

The question of the matter is what will you do as a man or woman when you feel or are face-to-face with a pussy during its squirtation?

I mean, let’s say she’s on her back, legs bent next to your head, back arched, sucking air thru her teeth, holding the back of their head…
Her hips are rolling, her nipples are reaching for the sky and she’s told you that she wants to come.
And she does.

But she doesn’t just have an orgasm that coats the walls of her inner thighs and sits between the hairs on your chin.
Oh no no no…

This orgasm comes at you like a Mike Tyson hook punch (back when he was hungry).
God help you if your still eating when it rains.
You’ll cough, you’ll splutter, you may even choke just a little…

But if your not planning to be looking at the rain and, instead, it hits you while your dick is rubbing against her good spot, you still have to wonder…

What the HELL is this liquid that is spraying out of her pussy like a burst water main?
Is it come, is it pee, what the HELL is it?

And where does it come from?

If you are one of the lucky men in the world who get to witness a woman squirt from her pussy, there is ALWAYS some point where you think to yourself, what is it?

Is it really pussy juice that manages to squirt into the air like an old school water fountain?
Or is it just urine?
Are you getting peed on?

And therein lies the issue men have or worry about when it comes to squirting… is it her orgasm or urine?
Cuz if we’re real, we know men don’t KNOW the ins and outs of the female anatomy too too well so they’re not sure where the spray comes from.
But they still worry about it.

Joke is, the more he worries about it, the softer his dick will get.

When a woman is reaching that plateau of pleasure, she feels hot and bothered, pleased and pleasured and she feels like she’s about to do a number one in between the sheets…
Not so Flo Jo… it ain’t so…

Because if you go past that feeling, what you’ll find is a small or maybe even a large spray of liquid.

Just for the record, its not pee, contrary to what you may have heard, seen, believe or tasted (or maybe you got bumped and she peed on ya just a little).

But when it happens, what do you do?
Are you scared of it or do you go to and put your fingers and face right into it?

The sheets are soaked, its going thru to the matress and she is still spraying.

Cha, I say you throw yaself into that liquid face first and two finger ready.
It’s coming from the same place her normal orgasm comes from, just at a faster, more powerful rate (don’t quote me on that).
Don’t be scurred of it, its not pee…

It’s the result of a good days work… sheeeeet (Clay Davis voice) that means you have the right to take the nut to the face, to the eye, to the cheek or to any other place she aimed it.

YOU caused it dag nammit so SIP from the cup… if you don’t wanna do that, keep on playing with her while she’s squirting.

God knows if you’ll ever get her back into such a situation, you may have got her to do it on a random ting… so while she’s there, keep the party going.

Keeping her coming…

Some women can squirt, some can’t, some don’t even want to and others are DYING to do it but, for men, squirters are not to be feared.

They just project what they want…

How ready are you to receive it?

If a woman asked to squirt in your face, could ya take it?

If a woman asked you to make her squirt, do you think you could do it?

Did you even know that women could squirt?

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Power of the Feline

Your a woman!

You know yourself… at least I hope you do…

Because you my dear are the most powerful woman on the planet.
As a mother, sister, daughter, cousin and a WOMAN, you are built to stand the test of time…

And you give birth too…

There’s not a salute big enough…

But there’s something that women HAVE that, to men, make them leaders.
And men want it.
Something that mpake them our mistresses of indecision.
Our hostess at dinner time between the sheets.
Something that makes men slaves to the alter of THE WOMAN.

Shhhh, down kitty…

Yessur…

I’m talking about the Power of the Feline. Or pussy… or vagina if you wanna be proper. Narni if your old school, vajayjay if your LIKE THAT, phat monkey, blue magic, endo, gushy stuff, sugar walls, camel meat, downtown, lower smile and the many different variations we use.

As a man, I can easily admit that in my youthful experimentation days, I got caught in the Power.
More like grabbed round the throat and choked to within an inch of my life.
That sweet thang had me spending money I didn’t have, making promises I couldn’t keep and doing things I was strictly against.
But the Power was too strong and the owner of the Power knew how to use it.

Though they may not admit it, men are reading this thinking they fully have control of the Power in their lives.
Sure, they’ll beat it up and dagger it down but, do they REALLY have it under control?
Think about it guys…

You may know how to make the pussy vibrate with your Mario pipe but, at that moment of dripping wallpaper and succulent rhythm, you can’t imagine being anywhere else.
That is the Power on yo ass…

But the worst thing about the Power… and this is one of those unspoken things that you notice but never talk about…
The fact that a woman’s Power grabs you from the moment you look at her.
She might not be giving it to you but, as a man, you’ve pictured her legs on your shoulders and her sex faces humming to your song.

It’s like you can smell it…

The Power can make a man do damn near anything.
It’s sheer force will make a man go into his pocket for some ching ching… and men LIKE their ching ching…
But the Power tells him to do it…

He can TASTE it in the back of his throat and its fucking up his head.
Now SOME men are hip to the game that the Power brings but they still have their moments of weakness…

Hold on… wait…

See, the Power’s at work in my mind…

You haven’t even hit it yet…

The Power is so damn strong that you are behaving like an idiot for her and questioning things in your own life and you are yet to hit the skins…

Where’s the control now?

Behind every strong man is a strong woman but the Power of the Feline is running his mind.
He can describe to you blow-by-blow the last time he suffered as a result of the Power’s… power, lol.
Maybe he came to pick you up and waited the extra 20 minutes you took to get ready, complaint free…
Or he did something that surprised you in a good way…

It’s the Power at work…

Sweet to the taste and slick as grease on the fingers…

The Power is the IDEA of pussy… the thought of being inside it, the memory of the time she creamed on your dick in thick globs and sucked it off, any opportunity just to be in its presence.

It can start wars, make a clever man dumb and destroy lives in the wrong hands.

Some women use it for good, some women use it for evil (cough Katicus Stackicus cough), some don’t use it at all and some don’t even know they have it.

But really, women don’t have to put effort into using it.
The Power of the Feline is a strong subliminal thing that is right before your eyes but your still blind to it.

In our highly sexualised society, women are pushing their Power in ways like never before.
It’s in music, on our TVs, in newspapers and magazines and in our homes.

These may possibly be the rantings of a highly sexual writer whose had his ass whupped by the Power many times, OR, there are one or two vajayjays out there inflating in the lip area at the thought of the Power emanating into the ether.
Not to be confused with general bad hygiene.

Do you see the Power of the Feline?
If your a woman, do you feel it?
Do you use it?
If your a man, have you HONESTLY ever been assaulted by it?
Can you harness it?

Do you REALLY understand how deep it goes?
No pun intended.

Writing Little Black Book 2, the Power of the Feline is sprinkled ALL over the pages… just wait and see…

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What time is it?

It’s an exciting time.

RIGHT NOW.

As your reading this, I’ve documented 6 different ideas about how to expose myself in the best way.
Nasty as I can be, I’m not actually planning to whip out my meat in order to sell a book or two.
That actually depends on how desperate for sales I get.

But this time…

This right now…

I can feel a nervousness creeping thru me.
It’s similar to the feeling people get just before they go on stage to perform.
It makes my heart beat harder than normal and I suddenly feel like I’m on stage with all eyes on me.

That means that its time for a new book to come out.

Little Black Book 2 is on the way, I’m just adding the finishing touches… but I know that, SOON, people are going to have it in their hands.

As in read it for themselves.
And that thought scares the bejesus out of me.

Why?

‘Keep in mind that I’m an artist… and I’m sensitive about my shit.’ (Erykah Badu)

What I’m giving you, and what the other writers are giving you is the thing inside us that comes from a private place. And to deliver that for others to read is a scary prospect.

Will people like it?
Will they understand what I was going for?
Will they be able to picture it?
Am I any good at this writing shit?

That’s pretty much how my train of thought goes.
Every time.

In my heart and my soul, I know I can write but the doubt always creep in… which sucks.
But then I read something I’ve written and remind myself of what I do.

I felt a fair bit of that with this book because I’m thinking of the dreaded sequel curse.
We all know it. Second version of one idea doesn’t always work.
That thought makes me more nervous than when the first Little Black Book came out.

The one thing I can say is that I’ve made it COMPLETELY different from the first.
Not just in the number of stories but the flavour of the stories and where they go and how they get there.
Each individual story is like an adventure into someone else’s sex life.
I’ve kept, and asked, for all stories to be based in London again, but the sex, for me, is… different.
There’s something that… breathes when I read em…
Makes no sense I know but when you get Little Black Book 2, you’ll know.

And now I’m nervous again.

I love writing. I like people to read and hate it or love it. But I get nervous for people to ACTUALLY read it.
I’m a creative type. I’m weird like that.

I write because I have the stories in my head like films and the pictures I see will really entertain. I just need to get em out.

I can guarantee you this though: Little Black Book 2 is gonna make people SEE me…

Even though you can’t ACTUALLY see me, lool…..

Smile…

And get ya mind ready for masturbation…

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Little Black Book 2… ins, outs & Ohgasms

I’ve spent a fair bit of time getting into the swing of this blog thing with my random sex thoughts and my general Oh way of thinking…

But…

It’s time to get down to the REAL freak in me and what I do…

If you didn’t know already, and thought I was just a freak with a blog, allow me to reintroduce myself.

My name is Oh…
Mr to the O H
I’ll warm ya body right up with a hot page.
How I write makes a woman have cum waves
Making Repetitive Ohgasms Hourly is me Oh

I’m the author of a trilogy of short stories called Little Black Book.
Some say its:

‘just a sex book’

Damn right it is.
What’s wrong with relating to the sexual side of people?

The first Little Black Book came out in February 2010 and, in keeping with my ‘new Little Black Book’ every year, it’s about that time for the next installment in the series.

It’s called Little Black Book 2.

13 brand new stories and poems inspired and written around sex in London.

1.  The Meeting
2. Do Me Right
3. Honouree’s Reward by Sista Love
4. Passion Play by Pashun Nate & Pass Ion
5. Foot Soles & PantyHoes
6.  Marcus & The Truth
7. Now We’ve Met…
8. Ladies Nite by Eboney Love, Mamacita & Ebonnie Karr
9. Office Tales
10. Escaping Temptation featuring Sista Love
11. Miles & Melissa
12. Phone Cradle
13. The Chair

20 characters who go through their own individual Ohgasms.

Royston, Melissa, Leon, Nicole, Dante, Nadia, Simon, Charlotte, Stefan, Nia, Russell Reed, Cassandra, Miles, Naomi, Marcus, Tatiana Blue, Osvaldo, Lindsey, Koko and Tina….

50 different ways to cum…

Each story is a sexual escapade exploring sex through the art of storytelling. In order to keep it as real as possible, each story features a wealth of interesting ways to have your own orgasm.

6 brand new writers called The Blackrotica Collective…

A collection of brand new we erotic writers on the scene who have come together to write under the name of The Blackrotica Collective.
They are:
Sista Love
Ebonnie Karr
Pass Ion
Mamacita
Pashun Nate

And all the sex and storytelling your body and mind can handle…

Each story in Little Black Book 2 is different from anything in the first book.
Each story appeals to someone out there who likes it a little different.
Each story is designed to make you feel… something…
Each story is… sexy

Little Black Book 2 is coming next March. The plan was to release it in February, but due to unforeseen circumstances (money obviously), I’ve had to put it back.

But that just gives me more time to let MORE people know about Little Black Book 2 and the things it can do to you.

Yep, that’s right, DO to you…

If the first Little Black Book inspired your body to react accordingly, THIS one will do more of the same and then some.
I can’t tell you how excited I am about Little Black Book 2…
Not only has the freaky been turned up, my own personal writing has improved and I’ve written my very first ‘1st person perspective’ story, which is something I’ve always struggled with as a writer.
Couldn’t tell you why but it was something I could never get my head around.
With some help from a pair of Twitter followers (@chocolateynia & @LadyTT_Bitchie) it just came to me and the result is ‘Foot Soles & PantyHoes’

So you have to let me know how you think I’ve done.

I’m particularly nervous about how that story will be received. Tatiana Blue is one of the more colourful characters I’ve ever created.

So, that’s all there is to know…

If your still not sure about what I’m talking about then how about a taster?

Email me at:
misterohyes@googlemail.com and I’ll send you a snippet of Little Black Book 2.

Keep ya eyes on my Facebook and Twitter for exclusive snippets… at any time…

Or maybe just a random story if the mood takes me…

Either way, have a seat and keep your eyes right here because I’ve got a real good feeling that Little Black Book 2 is going to be something special to remember.

Peace and hair grease…

Mr Oh

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