In the Studio With Casttroy-Ammo Video Blog

March 20, 2013 Philly Support Philly  No comments


I was in the studio with Rell from Roadi Band and Casttroy Ammo doing another amazing video. Check out his interview which includes music and a freestyle at the end.







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Interview With Ronny Press on FNRadio.com

March 15, 2013 A Thug's Redemption  No comments


Hello readers! I've been a bit under the weather lately and I even lost my voice. If you guys could hear me talk, it's terrible. Well... actually you are about to hear me talk LOL! I pre-scheduled a radio interview with Ronny Press on thefnradio.com. With the stress surrounding my grandmother's death along with a cold that I was falling prey too, it was just too much strain on my voice. But I was not going to back out of that interview. Tina Turner got on stage and did one of her best performances early in her career with a hoarse voice and sang the hell out of Fool in Love. So if she could do it, I definitely was not going to wimp out. I actually pretty good though I am a little upset with the sound quality on my mic. I swear I was right up on it. And speaking loudly. But for some reason, I was recorded very low. Nevertheless, I wanted to share my first radio interview with you all. I was unable to edit it so the entire radio segment is on this recording, including the second interview with an up and coming singer also from Philly as well as some hot music that was played. I hope you enjoy! Peace!

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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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O/T The passing of my Grandma- Ida Sanders-Cooper

March 7, 2013 Respect  No comments

I normally don't get personal on my blog but, I figured I would step outside of the box to help cope with a very recent loss my family and I are experiencing. Last night, I received the devastating news that my maternal Grandmother, Ida Sanders-Cooper had passed away. Though I knew it was coming because the only thing guaranteed in this life is death, it did not ease the hurt over losing her. I saw her Tuesday night while she was in the hospital and it broke my heart to see her laying in the hospital bed as she was: unable to talk outside of a prayerful mumble. Seeing her reduced from the strong, thick-boned woman who struck fear in the hearts of her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren to this frail shell of a woman shattered me. I knew when I touched her arm and whispered "Goodnight Grandma" before leaving to take my mother home that it would be the last time I saw her alive. I received the call from my mother a little after 8:30PM Wednesday evening letting me know that she had passed on. I can't describe what happened next. I remember screaming, I remember my bluetooth falling from my ear and gathering my daughter, son and nephew up so we could drive back to my mother's house to console her. I think there is no greater loss outside of burying your own child than losing your mother. Especially if she was a good mother. I won't say my grandma was perfect because that is far from the truth. She was flawed just as we all are. But my God that woman was funny. The stories she used to tell from her youth and from my mother's youth would have you in tears. Her voice, the raspy sound and the way she would curl her mouth when she heard someone speak foolishly, I swear she was the originator of the "c'mon son" face. LOL! I will miss hearing my mother call her to ask her what the number was. I will miss hearing my grandmother call me to ask me to check online to see what the number was. Man, she played her lottery faithfully almost every day and would hit the lottery at least two to three times a month. She baked a mean pie, and gave out even meaner ass whippings LOL.The last conversation that I had with her in January before she became very ill, she said to me: "Don't let anybody wear you down, or wear you out. Don't let anybody aggravate you. Don't extend yourself more than you have to. Make sure you take care of yourself and take care of your babies because that's what's more important." RIP Grandma Ester. You are going to be missed more than you could possibly imagine...

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A Thug’s Redemption has a new cover!!!

March 2, 2013 A Thug's Redemption  No comments

I recently did a literary consultation call with the fabulous Dawn Michelle Hardy from Dream Relations PR and Literary Consultation company and it was indeed insightful and very informative. For those who are not familiar with who Dawn Michelle Hardy is, she is the former Publicist for Teri Woods, also an author from Philly who is known for her page turning novels, the Dutch Series, True to The Game and many more. Check out the awesome site Here. I urge any author who is looking for some direction in guidance with their journey in being a self-published author to seek out her services. Her consultation calls are on point! Prior to doing the consultation call with Ms. Hardy, I was telling a friend of mine that I was seriously thinking about changing the cover to A Thug's Redemption. When it was first done for me, I was so excited. But after a while, the excitement wore off. It seemed as though something was missing from the cover. It didn't grab me. And if it didn't grab me, it possibly wasn't grabbing others either. Don't get me wrong, I think the young lady who designed the cover for me did a remarkable job. But let's be honest; people DO judge a book by its cover. Ms. Hardy agreed with me and suggested that I give A Thug's Redemption a cover make-over. Add some color to it and make it POP because Urban Fiction novels are all about grabbing a reader with a catching title for the book as well as a spicy and decorative cover. Check out the new cover for A Thug's Redemption below A Thug's Redemption, Urban Fiction, Street Literature, Urban Books, Black Female AuthorI am truly looking forward to the next series of books that are printed with this cover attached. For those who have A Thug's Redemption with the original cover, hold onto it because it is sure to be a collectors item very soon. Thanks for checking out my blog! Peace!

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Hip-Hop Feature and Interview with Philly Rapper Staxx

February 25, 2013 Philly Support Philly  No comments

Recently I've been networking with a Facebook friend of mine and I've had the privilege of sitting down with a really cool rapper from Philadelphia by the name of Staxx who has a very interesting style, is extremely lyrical and very in tune with what is going in today's society and how Hip-Hop has been allowed to perpetuate some of the behavior with this generation. We spoke in an interview about his projects that he has been working on, one in particular that I have taken an interest in, P.A.I.N (Poor Americans In Need) that speaks of the every day struggles in this country. Though Staxx believes everyone in the country who is not in the upper class suffers in their own way, he also believes African Americans seem to suffer the most for various reasons such as lack of resources and adequate education. The project was inspired by Staxx's own personal experience with pain and the struggles he's been able to overcome by letting it all out through his tracks. Check out the interview to learn more about Staxx.

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Hottest Urban Fiction Reviews by Ericka Strafford Reviews A Thug’s Redemption

February 13, 2013 A Thug's RedemptionPhilly Support PhillyRespect  No comments

Hottest Urban Fiction Reviews by Ericka Strafford

The flavorful blog, Hottest Urban Fiction Reviews by Ericka Strafford was kind enough to publish a review for my novel A Thug's Redemption. To read her review in its entirety, Click Here It's always an honor to have someone share their views and enthusiasm about my work as well as help spread the word about this awesome story. Ericka was also kind enough to do an interview with me as well. Read her Author Spotlight on Yani by Clicking Here. Insightful and probing. Her style is indeed refreshing. Thanks so much for the opportunity, Ericka! Peace!

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Book Signing at Horizon Books in The Gallery-SUCCESS!

February 9, 2013 A Thug's RedemptionPhilly Support Philly  No comments

Young Black Female Urban Fiction Author, Philly Native, Urban Literature, A Thug's Redemption, Anitbeet Productions, Yani, The Author Yani

Hello readers! Recently, I had a book signing at Horizon Books in The Gallery Market East in Center City Philadelphia and I must say it was a FREAKING SUCCESS! I actually almost sold out of all of the copies that I brought with me. I will say though I normally have a flamboyant and live personality, I am not used to approaching strangers even to thell them I am a new author from Philly with a hot new novel. But after a few tips from the young lady who works at the store, I slowly but surely opened up and began approaching people as they passed by and the sales began rolling in. I even had a few of my friends from middle school, Jessica Isom, who is a RN at Thomas Jefferson University Hospital, Shawn Pendleton, (who I used to have a MAJOR crush on in high-school (shhhhh) stop by to show support. I must say, I was extremely amazed with how the book signing turned out and cannot wait for the next one. Here are a few pictures below of some of the people who purchased A Thug's  Redemption and showed that Philly can indeed support Philly. I seriously cannot wait to do another book signing in the Gallery or anywhere else. Thanks so much for your support! Peace!


Mecca's Unisex Salon and Barber shop's own Shawn "Shizz" Pendleton

A Thug's Redemption Philly Support Philly Urban Fiction Street Lit Black Female Author

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Upcoming Book Signing for A Thug’s Redemption at Horizon Books

January 21, 2013 A Thug's Redemption  No comments

I think this flyer is beyond DOPE! I wanted to spread the word about my book signing a little more effectively than I've done previously with just using word of mouth, Facebook and Twitter. I know I am a visual person and will most times remember something if it is shown to me in a captivating way. I was hoping to achieve that with a flyer promoting my next book signing which is going to be on Friday February 8th 2013 at Horizon Bookstore locate in the Gallery in Center City Philadelphia. This book signing will be from 4p-7p and I am so excited. I tried designing the flyer myself, but for some reason, my creative juices just were not flowing this time. I made an announcement on Twitter that I was looking for a graphic designer that could turn me out a FABULOUS flyer and I was beginning to get flooded with responses. I mean my mentions were on FIRE! I'm a first come first serve kind of person. I began looking through those who were prepared to direct me to their website where I could view their work and was very impressed with 22 Media Lab. They had just the kind of style I was looking for. I immediately responded to them, we exchanged emails and withing two hours, they turned out this fabulous flyer on the left of this post and I cannot wait to get my hands on the posters and flyers so I can begin passing them out on campus and as I commute to and from school to spread the word even further about my book signing. You can't deny the flyer is pure dopeness. So if you are looking for a graphic designer for flyers or even a book cover, hit them up on twitter @22MediaLab and let them know Yani sent you. I promise you will not be disappointed in their work.

So I hope as many people as possible can make out to my book signing. Show up and Show out. It is definitely an Urban Fiction Affair! Philly Support Philly!

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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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