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*In the Studio* Interview with Philly Hip-Hop Artist Mel-Love

March 11, 2013 IntroductionRespect  No comments

Mel Love Philly Hip-Hop Rap Artist "The Silencer" mixtape

Hello everyone. Thanks for stopping by and checking out my blog. Recently, I have been doing a strand of interviews with various artists around Philly and my latest was with a lyrical mad man by the name of Mel Love. I personally think he has serious flow game and he demonstrated his freestyle and lyrical ability at the end of our interview which you will be able to check out on here as well as on my YouTube Channel. Mel spoke candidly on how he began rapping as well as who he would like to collaborate with if given the opportunity and gave his personal views on hip-hop and the state of the popular music genre right now. Mel Love has worked with Meek Mill previously and appeared on quite a few mix tapes. You can get "The Silencer" on Datpiff.com I personally rated it 5 stars and can't wait to see what else this amazing artist will be bringing to the table in the near future. Follow Mel Love on twitter @mel_love215 as well as on Instagram @mellove215. Do NOT sleep on this artist!

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New Urban Erotica Novel Underway; Ebony Femme Fatale

January 20, 2013 Introduction  No comments

It is mind boggling how I can be writing three novels at once. What's even more mind boggling is being able to sort out the flashes I am getting so I can tell which flash goes with which book. Yeah, I know that sounds weird but it's how my creative writing works.

So I am writing this new book. It will be my first Urban Erotica novel but geared more towards the BDSM and Fetish lifestyle. This will be in no way, shape, or form life 50 Shades of Grey nor am I piggy backing off of that story. This has been an idea that I danced around with for quite a few years but I was not comfortable (or mature) enough to write it. I more so was concerned with what my family would think once they read it. But hey, it's my imagination. I can't hold back because of potential scrutiny.

The name of the book is called "Ebony Femme Fatale" and it is based on some of my personal experiences in the BDSM lifestyle as an on-line Mistress as well as the few real time sessions I have had. This will not be labeled as Non-Fiction. Though some of the things I will described in this book do indeed happen, they are not my exact experiences. The events and ideas in this novel will just be BASED off of my experiences and conversations I have had with other Ebony Femdom Mistresses, Submissive and Slaves.

The main character in the story is a young Ebony Femdom Mistress who is called Goddess Melinda aka the Ebony Femme Fatale. It is written in first person so readers can get a better feel of her emotions and how she view most of her devoted subjects, who are predominately white men. She engages in all forms of fetish kinks such as Cuckolding ( for those who do not know what that is, I will be blogging more about this book later on and will be going in deep detail of that fetish among others) Self Bukkake, Small Cock Humiliation, Cock & Ball Torture, Erotic Hypnosis, Foot, Leg, High Heel and Ass Fetish, Verbal Humiliation, Orgasm Denial, Chastity, Anal training and more. Strictly she is a Findom or a Financial Dominatrix who engages in Money Extraction and Financial Expenditures with men who have a fetish for spoiling glamorous and gorgeous young black women such as herself. Her story will be told vividly beyond anyone's imagination and definitely is not for the closed minded. For an idea of what this novel will be about, here is a preview of the first few pages:

 

Ebony Femme Fatale

Staring down at this pink bitch as he groveled over the beauty of my perfectly toned calves and thick, ebony thighs encased in a pair of expensive, Italian, silky shear nylon stockings caused a sexy yet sadistic grin to spread across my face. Another male bitch, broken by my beauty, has fallen hopelessly to his knees, succumbing to an addiction he surely will never be able to overcome. I watched in part disgust and in part amusement as “my bitch” stuck out his long, pink and wet tongue to lick across the bottom of my expensive Christian Louboutin high heel that he graciously purchased using his company’s platinum credit card. I saw him shudder as he let out a joyous groan, his eyes closing in ecstasy as he tasted where my perfect shoe graced the concrete with each step I had taken previously. My Ebony beauty and natural female power exuded superiority and flowed outward and over his helpless, submissive and pathetic weak self. “My Bitch” nestled his face against my shoe as a child would snuggle close to his mother for the sake of comfort, belonging and acceptance. What a pathetic loser. And he was just one of many…

I am Goddess Melinda, an Ebony Femdom Mistress. Some consider me a Dominatrix. My pets recognize me as the dominant, ebony femme fatale I am. I am dominant by nature; bossy, bitchy, and a no non-sense taking superior female who joyously prey on the weaknesses of submissive white men who come to me crawling on their pathetic hands and knees to sample my strength in the ability to tame and control the weaker subject. While many look down on the fetish lifestyle, I profit from it; Financial Domination, where I engage in degrading money extractions and humiliating financial expenditures with men who come from wealthy backgrounds that love spoiling a glamorous Ebony Goddess like myself. Men, who understand that their purpose in life is solely to provide for me and enrich my life with the finer things the world has to offer, come from all over to serve me; whether it is on-line through cyber domination or in person like this pathetic runt kneeling before me, in a real time session.

I can imagine, that many people frown upon me and see me as some money grubbing prostitute using my body for financial gain. You truly have no idea what you are talking about. It is quite the opposite. Never have I ever stripped for these misfit pigs as I know the key to maintaining the upper hand and remaining in control is to NOT get naked and to NOT engage in any form of sexual contact as that keeps the slave longing for more. I control the libido. Therefore, I control the man. And in that control, I now am the Alpha Female in this power exchange or give and take relationship, and he is merely my bitch. So while chicks are in the clubs, sliding down nasty poles and twerking their bodies this way and that way for part time bull-shit nickel and dime hustlers to make it rain enough for them to catch a cab home and catch a cab back the next night to repeat the same failed process, I simply sit atop my throne and cash in with little to no effort.

At twenty-three years old, I have had my college tuition fully paid for by many of my slaves who have served me and continue to serve me while insuring I become a force to be reckoned with in the “vanilla” work world. I own my own home in an upscale area of New Jersey and have never had to write one single check for my mortgage, as it is paid by one of my many devoted submissives. While I enjoy working in the corporate world as a Financial Advisor for one of the top Stock Brokerage Firms in New York, I truly do not have to as all that I need and all that I want is provided for me on a daily basis. Many people work because they have to. I simply work because I want to.

I can feel “my bitch’s” hands massaging too happily against my thighs. I wave my finger at him to let him know he is being a naughty boy before giving him a hard slap to his face.

“You know better,” I said to him in a firm voice with a seductive grin on my face.

He stutters as he speaks, his face undoubtedly stinging from my slap, “Yes, Mistress. I apologize. May I please have the honor of smelling your divine and perfect ebony feet?”

I give off a dramatic yawn as if he is boring me. “Why would I let you have that kind of joy when you haven’t done a thing to please me?” I ask him. He knows exactly what I mean by this and immediately crawls over to his wallet and pulls out a knot of cash; twenty $100 dollar bills and fifty $20 dollar bills just the way I like it. He then puts it back in his wallet before clenching it between his teeth and crawls back to me like a good pup. I take the wallet from him and pet him on his head like the good bitch he is and then pull the money from his wallet. He watches me as I seductively lick my finger as I know that drives him crazy, and begin counting the money. I lift my foot in the air after partially sliding it from the high heel and let it dangle before him.

“Sniff, bitch!” I order him without looking at him as I continue to count MY money.

“Oh thank you, divine Goddess! This pathetic foot slave bitch will be happy to smell your sweaty, nylon covered feet!” He eagerly pulls the high heel from my foot and presses the sole against his face like a gas mask, before inhaling my scent. I can hear him taking deep whiffs of the inside of my shoe as if the very smell was a drug and he was getting high.

I giggled, “Smells good, doesn’t it, Foot Bitch?” I asked as I continued to count through the money.

“Yes, Mistress. Your feet are immaculate!” He held onto my foot and sniffed the soles of them. He sniffed from my heel, up the arch of my foot and to my toes. I spread them apart slightly and wiggled them as I knew that would drive him crazy. And that’s when he made a grave mistake. The nasty foot sniffing pig bitch licked the bottom of my foot and put my toe in his mouth. I looked at him with fire in my eyes and threw the money in his face as hard as I could. He jumped, knowing he was in big trouble.

“You insolent little FUCK! Did I tell you that you could taste?” I asked harshly as I rose from my chair.

“N… no Mistress,” he stammered as he cowered on his hands and knees, bracing himself for what he knew was coming.

I reached back and back slapped the spit out of him. He whimpered as he continued to cower.

“It never fails! I give you an inch and you try to take a fucking mile! I give you a crumb and you still insist on having the whole fucking slice of cake. I’m going to learn you today, you pathetic pink bitch!” I sneered at him.

“I’m sorry, Mistress! I’m such a greedy and pathetic foot bitch. I couldn’t help myself.”

“Shut up!” I yelled before slapping him again. I pushed him onto the floor and stuck my foot in his face. “This is what you wanted, right?” I asked as I covered practically his entire face with my size 10 foot. He was unable to answer as my toes were smashing his mouth. I pulled my chair closer to him so I could sit down and took my other heel off before placing both of my feet onto his face, trampling him. I playfully tap danced all over his face, neck and chest while belittling and degrading him. When I knew I had him where I wanted him, I made him get back on his knees.

“Whose bitch are you?” I asked him as I leaned so close to his face he could smell my breath.

“I’m your bitch, Goddess Melinda,” he whimpered.

I slapped him in his face. “What did you call me?”

“I’m sorry, Goddess Melinda,” he said in response.

I slapped the shit out of him again. “Is that how you are allowed to address me, you fucking loser?” I scolded him.

“No, Goddess Melinda,” he replied. I slapped him in his face again, and then back slapped him, and then front slapped him and just as I was about to back slap his pathetic pink ass again, he began to shake and grunt loudly. The pathetic bitch was ejaculating all over his floor, never once touching his penis. I laughed at him loudly as I clapped my hands together, tickled with the power I have over some of these worthless runts. He struggled to get control of his breathing as his body jerked like a man suffering from turrets.

I stood up and said with disgust, “Now look at the mess you’ve made. Somebody has to clean it up and it sure as hell won’t be me.” I casually strolled behind him and ran my fingers through his hair before grabbing a handful of it and putting my knee in his back forcing him to bend over. “Lick it up, cum sucker! Every fucking drop!” I felt him try to struggle a little so I tightened the grip on his hair and pushed my knee in his back even more until his face was inches away from his puddle of jizz on the hardwood floors. I heard him let out a piteous groan and peaked around to see him licking the contents of his scrotum sacks off of the floor. He lapped that ball juice up like a cat would lap up a bowl of milk. I shook my head in disgust.

“Mop that fucking floor with your tongue, bitch! You better not leave one fucking drop behind, do you understand me, you nasty cum guzzling, foot sniffing cunt!”

“Yes, Mistress,” I heard him manage to say with his tongue pressed against the floor. He finished licking up his cock sauce and I let him up. He rushed to the bathroom to rinse his mouth out with whatever mouthwash he had and I slipped back into my 5 inch Christian Louboutin heels. I picked the money up from off the floor and slipped it into my Gucci wallet. I heard my bitch returning from the bathroom as I was retrieving my Chosen Furs Lambskin Leather Coat with Fox Fur trim.

“Let me help you with that, Mistress,” my bitch offered. He helped me slip into my coat and handed my Vintage Web Original Gucci handbag to me. “As always, it was a pleasure serving you, Goddess.”

“Of course it was,” I said with a hint of conceit to my voice.

“May I call you tonight on Niteflirt?” he asked with a hopeful look on his face.

I shrugged as if I were bored with him, which I absolutely was. “I’ll think about it. I have other things to do. But if I feel like tolerating you once more this evening, you can message me on Yahoo to find out.”

“Thank you, Mistress. I hope you will allow me to speak with you once more.”

I ignored his last comment as he opened the door for me. “Catch you later, Jerry.” I slipped on my Gucci framed sunglasses and made my way out to my 2013 Mercedes CLS63 AMG Coupe. The sun hadn’t yet set and it appeared as though pink, orange and purple colored taffys were stretching across the sky. A brief drizzle had moved through the area leaving the air damp and chilly. I tweaked the alarm on my car and climbed inside. I didn’t start it right away as my thoughts drifted off to Jerry; the foot sniffing cum licking slave and the many others who were like him. The disgusting acts that they indulged in solidified my reason behind leading a single life. Though I was far from being a lesbian and enjoyed the company of the Alpha Black Male, knowing that there were men in the world that enjoyed cuckolding, cock and ball torture, self-bukkake, small cock humiliation, and worshiping Big Black Cock angered me a bit. Some of these men were not the typical weak punks who submissive men are misinterpreted as being. A lot of these men were the go to guys, the men who were once popular jocks in school, leaders at their jobs, and led a pretty dominant life. Those were the ones who mostly enjoyed the perverse doings in the BDSM and Fetish lifestyle. They were the main ones sneaking off to Glory Holes in the adult book stores and theaters, seeking out random dicks to suck on in dark, musky booths that reeked of sex from its previous occupants’ jerk off sessions. If a lot of women knew what I knew, they might be a little more cautious about who they bedded, trusted, had children by and ultimately married. I was well aware of these creatures of dark and kinky habits. And with this knowledge, I take full advantage daily; an Ebony Femme Fatale indeed…

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“How to” Guide to Self-Publish or join Anitbeet Productions

December 27, 2012 A Thug's RedemptionIntroduction  No comments

Hello everyone! Since I self-published my debut novel, A Thug's Redemption, a lot of people have come to me with questions; I have been asked "How do you write a book?"; "How do you get published?"; "How do you become self-published?" For those who are curious, you are in luck because this blog entry will have as much information as possible and if there was anything left unanswered, send an email to info@anitbeetproductions.net and I will respond at my earliest convenience.

To answer the first question, "How do you write a book?"; with me it really was quite simple. I know some people go to the "drawing board" and they write an outline for the plot of the story, a description of the characters as well as who and how they want them to be in the story, and they proceed from there. For me personally, I simple just start to write. My whole philosophy behind writing a great novel is, if you put too much thought into it, it will inhibit you. It will block your creativity and leave you stuck. This may cause confusion, frustration and ultimately, you may even give up. Simply sit down and start writing. If you have an idea of a great story that you feel as though needs to be told, sit down, close your eyes and visualize the story as if it is a movie and then write down what you see. If it helps, get a tape recorder and speak out loud in regards to what you want your story to be about or how you want it to go and then play it back to help your creative juices flow.

When I started writing A Thug's Redemption, I was 14 years old (about to turn 15). I was familiar with writing stories before but this time was different. I could see my book as though it were a movie happening before my very eyes and I would write down what I saw. I tried to be as descriptive as possible because I want my readers to feel as though they are watching a movie with every word they read. I want them to be able to see the story unfold with every page they turn. (So far so good!) But now it is different for me. When people ask me, "How did you write your book?" my answer is, "I get flashes". That may sound weird but let me explain what I mean. I recently finished writing the sequel to A Thug's Redemption. I knew back in 2005 that there was going to be a sequel, I just needed to see it. I don't like to force my writing no matter how much my readers yearn for more. It has to come naturally because if it is forced, it will be trash. I was sitting on the train on my way to work one day when I got this unbelievable "flash". I could see the first part of my book so clearly. The flash was so strong, I literally had to close my eyes so I did not lose what I was seeing. As soon as I got to work, I immediately began writing down what I saw as vividly as possible and it was on from there.

Another question I am asked frequently is: "How do you become self-published?" This is a biggie because for a while, I had been asking this question. I searched Google, Ask.com, Yahoo and practically every article that came up was just a teensy bit of information to draw you in and then they either wanted you to sign up for something that came with a monthly fee, or they wanted you to buy the information at a ridiculous price. Knowledge should never come at a price. I used to work with a young lady who told me that she self-published her first novel. I asked her the same question that is asked to me; "How?" She explained it quite simply. The first thing you need to do of course is write the book. You then, of course, need to edit it or have someone you can trust edit the manuscript for you. The next thing you want to do is get a copyright by visiting Copyright Associates It's VERY important that you copyright your work before you go shopping it around to publishing companies because thievery is at an all time HIGH! Protect yourself at ALL TIMES! Once you obtain your copyright, you then want to get an ISBN number for your manuscript by visiting ISBN.org You can also obtain a bar-code from that same website that will allow you to attach a price to your manuscript. Now you are almost there!!

The next part is finding a printing company which you can shop around for on-line. Be sure when you are pricing, you make sure you aren't spending too much money on printing that keeps you from profiting from book sales. After that, you need a cover design, and a website as well as a marketing plan, publicity, press releases, trolling for reviews and interviews, book signings, getting bookstores to put your novel on their shelves and that's when the really hard work begins.

Sounds like a lot, doesn't it? Yes, it is. It's very hard work and you must be dedicated and not give up no matter how many doors close in your face, you must remain resilient and persistent. Believe in your work and your talent, otherwise no one else will.

For those who are interested in working with Anitbeet Productions and having my publishing company get your work out while helping you accomplish your dreams, you can submit your manuscript to info@anitbeetproductions.net. Even if your manuscript is not complete, you can still submit it. If you are in search of an editor, writing coach, PR Services or cover designer and website developer, send your inquiry to info@anitbeetproductions.net and a response will be given to you at our earliest convenience. I look forward to working with other authors and will be branching out to other areas as well. (Stay tuned)

In closing, if you have questions that weren't answered in my post, send me an email and I will be happy to assist you anyway that I can. If I personally don't have what you are looking for, I definitely can point you in another direction to help you explore your options. Thanks for reading! PEACE!

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Philly Support Philly! The Movement Begins

September 12, 2012 IntroductionPhilly Support Philly  No comments

Author of A Thug's Redemption

Oh My GOD!!! After 20 grueling hours, this blog is finallly finished! The madness that I went through with part of the design, the coding, re-coding, adjusting and readjusting, widget placements and widget cuts...MANNNNNNNN!!! When I tell y'all I need a drink, I'm not bull------- you LOL! Thankfully it is for the most part complete, with just a few more touch ups needed. I'm just happy to have finally been able to launch this blog. WELCOME READERS!!! PHILLY STAND UP!!! Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Yani, and I will be the admin of this blog. In this media playground (as I like to call it), you will find all kinds of updates on what's happening in Philly, whether it's in regards to Hip-Hop and R&B, up and coming writers from Philly, fashion designers, models, actors, dancers, scholars athletes, etc! I want people to know about it. Everyday, there is something tragic on the news about Philly. I want people to understand that there are still good things happening in this city, and those Good Things should not be overshadowed by the ugly evils that occur.I told one of my Twitter followers that as I climb my way to the top, I am bringing anyone along who was willing to climb with me. That's what I intend to do through my blog. I know how strong my desire was to not only become a published writer, but to be able to SELF PUBLISH my work. To me, that is the greatest achievement I could have made outside of becoming a mother. It is something that I've wanted since I was 15 years old. At 15 years old, I aspired to be the next Nikki Giovanni. Unfortunately today, girls at that age are aspiring to be the next Nicki Minaj. (To each their own *Yani Shrug*) Anyone who told me I would not become published and I should look into doing something else got the same response from me then that my doubters get from me now: Before I let you make a lie out of me, I'll make a believer out of you. And here I am. Do you believe me now? (smiles) I know that there are others here in Philly just like me who can't think of anything else in this world except for how strongly they want to do something. How badly they want to get up on a stage and sing, how badly they want people to hear and relate to their lyrics and rhymes, or to be able to transform on a runway or movie set. I used to say to my mom and my friends when I was a teenager, "The moment that would make me feel on top of the world is to see someone at the bus stop or on a train reading my book." It may sound silly to some, but to me, that is a joyous moment that cannot be stolen by anyone.My fingers have developed a mind of their own, I'm so happy to have this blog up LOL! Let me close this entry out by saying, this blog is here for anyone from Philly who wants to showcase their work. If you are a rapper, singer, artist, athlete, graphic designer, fashion designer, model or a person in the community trying to make a difference by educating and uplifting our younger generation and want another platform to broadcast your talents, efforts, and hard work, send me an email to yani@anitbeetproductions.net. You must include: Your Name What Part of Philly you're fromEmail AddressA brief introductionIf you are sending music, just send your file(files) as an mp3 or WAV file. If you have a video, please make sure it is no more than 3 minutes and if you are sending photos, no more than 5 images please and thank you! All are welcome to particpate. And on that note, I'm out! PEACE!! :-)

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