F#CK IT;LET'S F#CK: ...Tails In Atlantic City

By Jhon Dough

Have You Sowed Your Wild Oats? The fear of the unknown leaves a person stagnant which ultimately results in a life unfulfilled. A life unsatisfied, in a world of displeasure, where desires are left to die in a state of contempt. Jhon Dough felt the angst of those putrid feelings so he dared to act better beyond himself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Painful Profit
• Release date: Oct 17, 2023
• ISBN: 9781087987736

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"F#ck It; Let’s F#ck....

Tails In Atlantic City"

Copyright © 2023 Nasir Nazz Salaam

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

This is a work of nonfiction. Any references or similarities to actual events, real people, living or dead, or real locales are intended to give the novel a sense of entertainment. Any similarity in other names, characters, places, and incidents is entirely coincidental.

Printed in the U.S.A.

Table of Contents

Prologue

Introduction

Chapter One: Crystal Coke

Chapter Two:

Chapter Three:

Chapter Four:

Chapter Five:

Chapter Six:

Bonus Boner:

Epilogue

About the Author

Prologue

Iam just your average man in what is supposed to be the greatest country in the world-America. To be blunt, I never thought much about this fucked up country based on the horse shit of how it was discovered. All the history lessons they used to teach us in school, the Christopher Columbus mumbo-jumbo shit, never made sense to me. It always seemed like parts of it were missing. My mind was always wandering about girls, and the school I attended had a lot of them with many flavors to lust over. Like I said, I never thought much about this fucked up country until I came to realize the beautiful people in it and that mainly being... The bitches!

There won’t be too many details about my life or anything in particular because the short stories I’m gonna share with you are the goal of this book. I’m just your average John Dough from New York, never mind the borough. Plus, my life was fuckin boring up until my Memorial Weekend in Atlantic City, New Jersey, back in 2006. We’ll get to that momentarily, but just to give you a small detail about me. I’ve always been intrigued by women in every sort of way.

When I speak of women, I’m talking about all races God has created throughout this land and sea, so mermaids count. The way they think, dress, smell, walk, talk, dance, cook, become bosses, birth life, take care of their family and are natural born hustlers, etcetera etcetera.

But the main reason we are here, ladies and gentlemen, is the way they fuck! Their sexual appetite combined with yours. A sexual chemistry that even a chemist cannot concoct if those pheromones aren’t attracted to one another. I’m not just talking about sex because that shit sounds like a missionary nightmare. That’s a boring way to bust a nut, especially if passion is nonexistent. No, my fellow Classy Nasties. I’m talking about FUCKIN! With the purest intentions of reaching your climactic goal while aiming to please your partner. That’s a definition for your ass!

The shape of a woman, from petite to thick, to Amazonian, to voluptuous! Big titties, small titties, fake titties, all titties! Big areolas, small areolas, all areolas, with various colors like Crayola! Big ass, small ass, real ass, fake ass, as long as it can shake, I don’t ask! Fat pussies, small pussies, camel toes, big clits, clits that hide, pierced clits! Bushy pussy, bald pussy, landing strips, smiley faces, Queen of an Ace! Tight pussy, busted-open pussies, wet pussies, creamy pussies, slippery slope pussies, virgin pussies, 100,000 miles on her pussy pussies, that grippy pussy that tells your dick to get over here on some Scorpion shit!

I want my readers to keep in mind that this novel is not intended to sexualize women in a demeaning manner. My intention is to speak on sexual liberation without thinking about anti-this and anti-that. How about we just all shut the fuck up sometimes and enjoy our goddamn lives and do what the fuck we want to do while we have the time and luxury to do it! I’m very expressive and passionate, so when I speak, in this case, write, it’s coming from a loving place of sexual tension being transmuted into sexual pleasure for the enjoyment of both parties. So, my readers, I can go on and on describing the anatomy of a woman that I appreciate and know of; I’m not an OBGYN. But it’s about damn time to dive into my salacious sex stories. The best three days of my life were spent in a city named Atlantic City. The city was unfamiliar to me then, leaving an indelible mark never to be forgotten.

Fuck it... Let’s fuck!...

Introduction

Memorial Weekend was coming up as usual. I didn’t have shit to do on my agenda. My life was boring and unexciting, to say the least. The most interesting thing I used to do was play Grand Theft Auto San Andreas, and I’ve beaten that game over a thousand times already.

I also watch a whole lot of porn. I had a basic job that paid the bills, little to no friends if you count my cousins, and as far as my relationship status goes, I beat my dick more than I got pussy. I don’t think it was hard to get pussy. I’m a fairly handsome man with a slim build and a humorous personality. I’m an introvert at heart, which caused me to pause from pursuing what life has to offer. I was also content for a long time because not too much interested me except...bitches! So one might ask why I was beating my dick more than fuckin bitches. This is because three elements had me consumed in my own world: Anxiety, Contentment, and Porn!

I’ve been addicted to porn since I was young. Jerry Springer was a catalyst for my porn addiction, not to blame it on my deceased OG.

That show excited me, how women just straight up admitted how they fucked their sister’s or best friend’s boyfriend/husband. Moms fuckin their daughter’s boyfriends, best friends indulging in threesomes. I thought to myself, this is some TV shit because I have never seen or heard about scenarios like this in real life.

From then, I started inquiring about Jerry and where to find women like that.

My classmates didn’t know anybody like that in real life, but they knew about some whores in porn that does such spoofs.

Since then, I’ve mentally fucked every porn actress by stroking my dick that was somebody with a whole lot of nasty in her. I’ve seen porn where bitches were getting gagged, tied up, gang banged by two guys, shit, 3-4-5 guys, all types of anal fuckin, blow job extravaganzas, interracial, pregnancy porn, little people porn, amateurs, throwback bush porn, parody films and my favorite, girl on girl. I even stumbled across a bukkake porn which blew my mind the first time I saw it.

You would have to see it to understand where I’m coming from, but I must warn you, that shit is graphically messy with a hundred capital Xs. I told you so would resonate in your head after viewing it.

At that point in life, I started to feel a sense of urgency to get off my ass and do something productive.

Something that will be thrilling to me, that will place a smile on my face and happiness in my heart. Before I physically set out on this journey to Atlantic City, I mentally had to force myself to be more open and not be so closed