Zane is looking for APF Members!

The Sorors of APF would appreciate it if you would pass this on to all the freaky people you know!

Thanks, Soror Cum Hard and Soror Three Input

Introduction from “The Sisters of APF” by Zane

 In the beginning, there was sex.  Boring, passionless sex with the women in the missionary position looking at the ceiling and wishing the man would hurry up and bust a nut so they could go to sleep.  That type of meaningless sex lasted for generations, from the days of the cave man to the days of the covered wagons to the days of the bouffant.

Men thinking they could just get their jollies off and not give anything in return.

Then something strange began to happen, right around the time women finally obtained the right to vote.  Sexual inhibitions began to vanish.  Sistahs began to realize that if they could work hard every day, bring home the bacon and raise a family, then they deserved a little hellified sex in their lives.  No, make that a lot of hellified sex.  They started telling men what they liked and disliked in the bedroom.  They started instructing them on how to please them.  Most importantly, they learned how to please themselves when men couldn’t do it for them.

Now is the time for the revolution!

The female sexual revolution!

As we embark on the new millennium,

it is time for all the real sexual divas

to stand up and be counted.

Embrace your freakiness.

Come out of the closets.

If your man can’t handle it,

trade his ass in for another one.

Where does it all begin?

Who knows?

.

.

.

.

.

“I know where the revolution begins.  It begins with the illustrious sorors of ALPHA PHI FUCKEM SORORITY, INC.  But even we began somewhere.  Every story has a beginning, a middle and an end.  This is ours.”

-Soror Ride Dick—Circa 2002

In 2008, The REVOLUTION Continues:

Zane officially presents the APF Toy Collection—not your ordinary adult toy collection but hand-picked selections from the Queen of Erotic Fiction. For years Zane has proclaimed that she would enlist the freakiest sisters on the planet to implement her plan to free the minds and yes, the pussies, of women everywhere.

The Illustrious Sorors of Alpha Phi Fuckem Sorority, Inc. will begin our first official rush beginning on Valentine’s Day 2008. Only women who are serious about their business when it comes to their sexuality will be considered. “The Head Bangers” will be the inaugural line and will be limited so that all parties involved can be guaranteed hellified experiences.

The APF Toy Collection will premiere in conjunction with “Zane’s Sex Chronicles” on Cinemax in May, where five freaky women: Zane/Patience, Lyric, Maricruz, Eboni and Ana Marie, will show the world what female empowerment is truly about.

If you are interested in being considered as a Soror and feel you are uninhibited enough to market The APF Toy Collection, please send an essay of at least 250 words to [email protected] (see essays below from those who have already applied).

Tell us why you are up to the task of enlightening sisters and helping them to explore their sensuality. You will be notified within the next 90 days if you are Alpha Phi Fuckem material. We do not want boring adult toy parties, like so many other companies promote. We want—no, we demand—that APF parties be an “experience.” Therefore, you must be on top of your game. It is not as simple as signing onto a web site and paying to get in like the other companies. You have to fit in. Please include your desired “line name” in the subject line of your email. Just make sure you can live up to it. Even though the official rush does not begin until Valentine’s Day, we suggest you get your essay in earlier because we already know that a lot of sisters will want to be Head Bangers and once that line is closed, others will have to wait until the next rush to be considered.

Signed,

Soror Ride Dick

ESSAY 1

Life is too short to spend scared of anything. Let alone to be scared of the power of pussy. Better yet of my own pussy. I’ve known this ever since I was a teenager. I realized I wasn’t like all the other females. Mind you, anybody can have sex. But, it takes a chosen few, real bad bitches, to have PHENOMENAL sex. I learned from an early age the secret to having PHENOMENAL sex was to just let go.

I’ve been scared of heights. Scared of water (large bodies, oceans, lakes). Scared of guns. Scared of success. But, never, in all my phobias and fears have I ever been scared of sex. Or dick. Why? God couldn’t have put a more beautiful thing on this earth than the black man’s dick. It’s artwork in its most purest and living form. I’m not happy until I wrap these extra thick, usually extra lip glossed succulent pillows around one to suck it dry or unless I’m wrapping the softest lips on this planet, locking one down in these dripping wet set of vice grips otherwise known as my pussy or better yet, what I call her, my “cookies.” Yes, there’s nothing more deliciously enjoyable than getting dick, good dick, and taking it, over and over again. I know I’m not the only one.

I have no problem, no issue discussing sex. I’d rather talk about sex. It’s easier to talk about sex. It’s something that everybody does and there’s always something new you can learn. I’ve been reading Cosmo, Playboy, Variations since I was 16 (yeah, I could have been reading Seventeen or Word Up! but damn, I figure if it’s something you like to do, you should learn to get better at it). Athletes do it, writers do it, musicians do it, why not people who like to fuck? I’ve never been afraid to ask about sex, seek advice, give advice, speak about sex. Never once have I been afraid to touch my body, give myself an amazing orgasm or tell someone, if they ask, what I suggest they do to give themselves or someone else an amazing orgasm.

Life is too short to ‘play a role’. To be this ‘good girl’ who pretends to not be knowledgeable or at the very worst, to pretend to not like sex. That is a crime. You can still be a lady and like to fuck and be a freak and be GREAT in bed. In fact, I don’t know any man who wouldn’t like that, enjoy it, revel in it.

So, is it a question whether I can be a Soror of Alpha Phi Fuckem, Inc? Naw. Not hardly. I’d love the privilege, the honor. I’d consider it to be as such. Can I host a Head Banger party? Shit, I don’t see why not. I could and have without the prestige of the title. Would I, if allowed, be a Soror of APF? Hell yeah. Because one thing I’ve learned in my brief twenty seven and ¾ years on this planet, life is short, play hard. And, I do, so oh so, seriously.

Signed,

SOROR STRESS

ESSAY 2

I am interested in becoming a rep for your sex toy line. Let me begin by introducing myself.

I am a twenty five year old freak that has been in the making for almost twelve years…yes, I said twelve years. The third man I ever slept with turned me completely upside down; I was fourteen and he was seventeen.  Even though he and I ended our relationship almost two years in, I must still thank him for opening my eyes to the pleasures that lie within my mind and my pussy.

After him I fucked a few men here and there but somehow they could never compare to my previous lover. This man would suck my pussy, massage my clit and take me to unforeseen places. It was not until a few months later that I met the man I now have been exclusive with for the last ten years. This man had a beautiful dick. I am talking chocolate, thick, sensual and tasty; the only problem was that he was not sexually liberated at all. I, as a matter of fact, was the first woman to ever suck his dick. Of course when I first slid my mouth down his, shaft I was thinking he had this done several times….well this man came in my mouth in less than a minute. At first I was furious, to say the least, but then I began to think. This will be my opportunity to turn this man out just as I was turned out.

My motto when I first would become sexually active with a man was that if you don’t eat pussy, I will not be taking a ride on your dick. It’s funny because men used to look at me in amazement. This man was no different; however he was stern with his answer. I am never doing that, that shit is nasty. Let’s put it like this; this man can’t get enough of my sweet cream. He does things he never thought he would…anal sex, oral sex, sex in public (and loving it), getting whipped, getting his body covered in just about any food of my choice, using sex toys on both he and I, hell this man has been so turned out he now even enjoys tossing that salad.

Please say hello to Soror Turn Em Out 

ESSAY 3

I would love to become a soror of the APF.  Let me explain.  I am 25 and honestly, I’ve had a little bit of freak in me for a long time.  I use toys, creams, etc. alone and with my boyfriend.  Unfortunately, I’ve been an undercover freak.  I’ve been undercover for the simple fact that I didn’t want to be portrayed as a whore, yet I wanted to be satisfied and satisfying.  Well I work with some women who shared a lot of sexual information with me about the things they’ve done to their men.  At that point, I was shocked that they were so open about it.  They were even willing to give me lessons and suggested I practice oral sex using a banana.  Of course, I’ve been a big fan of yours and I’ve read all of your books.  The only thing is that I wished that I could be as liberated as the characters.  Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t boring and I tend to keep it interesting but again I didn’t want to be too freaky because of society’s idea of being a whore.  Then I bought Dear G-Spot.  It wasn’t until then that I realized that it was ok to be wild and crazy in bed.  Now I know it is ok to be sexually uninhibited.  I aim to please.  I have been to several sex parties and I have enjoyed most.  I enjoy toys and movies and so does my man.  At first I would be flustered if someone said dick or pussy and somewhat embarrassed when I’d frequent the party shop.  Now, let me tell you, they know me on a first name basis.  I have even shared some tips to my horny co-workers. LOL.  So I would be honored to become a Soror of the Alpha Phi Fuckem committee.  Thank you for being bold enough to write erotic books, and thank you for writing Dear G Spot.  That book has opened doors for me sexually, and I am truly grateful.  Thank you again.  Love ya.

ESSAY 4

Well, I’m Lynnette, but my nickname is MILKY. After being married to a man 16 years older than me for ten years I have come to learn some things about myself. Once upon a time I used to be sexually shy, my THEN husband didn’t excite me, and never wanted to try new things with me. As his attention for me gazed away, I sought solace on the internet. I found men who loved my full figured body and all that I had to offer.’

I started with taking sexy provocative pictures of myself, and posted them on the web. Damn, what a huge response I got. I then found voice chat rooms online. I purchased a mic and would engage in lewd conduct and behavior when it was my turn to talk on the mic. I started feeling fuckstrated every damn day, and my husband was nowhere to be found. This prompted my 1st affair, with a 45-year-old man that lived in Philly. I have to admit he turned me the hell out… Then by chance my husband went away to jail (thank God), and I found myself meeting more men, fucking them, and learning to do things like give head.

After ten years, I divorced that jerk and started making my own home movies of me masturbating with various toys, and such. I even went as far as to have a beginner’s threesome with 2 male companions. That shyt made me realize I had a lot going for myself. I’m married to my NEW husband now, and we try any and everything. I even started writing short blogs awhile back, telling of these adventures I had, or that I would have liked to have. I know this email may be more than 1000 words, but ZANE, girl I am sorry. I always have a lot to say.

Any who, I think I would be a great business partner for your online toys. Hell, I may turn out to be your biggest customer as well.

ESSAY 5

BEING 31 IS WONDERFUL… BEING A FULL SIZE SISTAH IS GREATER. MY BEST AND MOST SEXUAL ESCAPADE IS WHEN I WENT TO ..JAMAICA FOR A WEEK, TOOK 150 CONDOMS, MY MOST SLEEZY WEAR. MET A MAN IN JAMAICA, 34 AT THE TIME, WE MET ON THE BEACH, I REMEMBER NOT ASKING HIM HIS NAME, I STARTED TAKING HIS SHORTS DOWN SO I COULD SEE THAT FAT ROCK AHRD DICK HE WAS PACKING, I PUT THAT BAD BOY TO WORK. I SUCKED THE HEAD OF HIS DICK UNTIL HE FELL TO HIS KNEES, ASKING ME TO MARRY HIM, LOL. I TOLD HIM TO ALLOW ME TO SUCK HIS DICK UNTIL HIS BUST IN MY MOUTH DOWN MY THROAT. I DEEP THROAT THIS BROTHA FOR ALMOST AN HOUR, I MADE HIM CUM THREE TIMES IN MY MOUTH. HE WAS SHAKING SO BAD I THOUGHT THE NEGRO HAD A SEZIURE. I MADE HIM LAY ON HIS BACK SO I CULD TAKE CONTROL OF HIS DICK AS I SLID IT INTO MY WETNESS. I RODE UNTIL I PASSED THE FUCK OUT. WE FUCKED FOR 6 DAYS STRAIGHT. SOMEBODY ASKED ME HOW WAS JAMIACA, I SAID, HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW. THIS MAN HAS A DICK OF ANACONDA, WOULD I CHEAT ON HIM… PROBABLY NOT. DO I LOVE HIM, HELL YES, HOW OFTEN DO WE FUCK… WELL I GO TO HIS JOB AND FUCK HIM THREE TIMES A NIGHT EVERYDAY, HE FUCKS ME EVERY MORNING BEFORE I LEAVE FOR WORK. WE FUCK 7 DAYS A WEEK AT LEAST 8 TO 10 TIMES A DAY. THIS MAN WILL BE MY HUSBAND JULY 19, 2008. I WOULD LOVE TO JOIN APF… I’M CAPABLE AND CONFIDENT OF WHO I AM AS A WOMAN.

ESSAY 6

Why am I uninhibited enough to become a soror of Alpha Phi Fuckem, Inc.

Sex is an act. At times, it’s not a feeling…well, most of the time. Some may think this is nasty or may think I’m whore. But in order for me to fulfill some of my wildest fantasies, I must think this way! Cum with me for a minute. Relax your mind and your muscles—all of your muscles. You may enjoy it. I know I did!

As I walked in, the music was okay. It was reggae night. I wasn’t feeling much like dancing, but I could definitely use a drink and sit at the bar. I was already horny as hell and the shot of Patron I had before leaving home did not sit well. I was a little stressed and needed to fuck desperately. I went to the bar upstairs in search of a boy toy. I got a Tokyo Tea and went back downstairs. Everyone was grooving. Sadly, they still weren’t playing any reggae, so I took a seat in the corner at the bar.

The drink was finally relaxing me! While scanning the area, I spotted this tall fine brotha walking my way! Now, I’m a fine-thick-ass-sista with a warm juicy pussy. In front of me, there was a slender chick. That brotha started my way, then he stopped to talk to her! “Damn ain’t that some shit!” I thought.  Oh well.

I kept bobbing my head and drinking my Tokyo Tea. At this time, I’m on my second one and my pussy was still wet. Now, even more! I lock eyes with the same brotha. Okay wait a minute! He lifted that slender chick from her stool and sat her on top of the bar! He comes up to me and says, “I’ve been watching you since you arrived and I want to touch and feel you because I know you got some bomb ass pussy!”

By now, my pussy was thumping and all of my prayers were being answered. I needed to release some frustration and tension and he was perfect. I placed my hand on the bulge in his pants and DAY-UM he was blessed! He whispered to me about his loft up the street and invited me there for drinks or whatever. My mind was focused on the “whatever.” Bam! I bounced back to reality! I didn’t drive that night! I rode with friends! SHIT! What can I do? I don’t normally jump into the car with strangers. But my pussy was talking and I had to listen. “Tonight,” I thought, “she’s the boss!”

He was parked across the street. He grabbed my hand as we jaywalked to his ride. His hand was so warm and twice the size of mine. Damn, I can’t wait to feel his Dick inside of me! But before that, there would be a primer. When we got into the car, he drove with one hand. The other was quite nicely occupied reaching up my skirt. He immediately slipped his finger through my sugar walls. Thankfully, I shaved that morning, so my shit was bare as a baby’s bottom. I knew he had skills—he can drive and finger fuck me! I sat back and placed one leg on the dashboard so that he could dig deep! I slid my ass down so that he could go deeper and deeper. I had to mentally tell myself not to cum! I’m enjoying every minute of this finger fucking and the anticipation of Mr. Mandingo’s Dick has me wet as hell!

When we arrived at the loft, I bent over the marble desk as he undressed me. Tonight was the night where…oops, I forgot my panties! He started kissing me from head to toe. He gently slid his tongue up my inner thigh and got to my pearl. “Wet,” he said as he licked out my juices. I was ready to explode. I wanted to feel that big ol’ Mandingo inside of me.

He put on a condom, bent me over and began licking my ass! Oh my God, he’s trying to turn me out. Finally, I felt his manhood go into my pussy. “Mmmm,” I moan and he went to work. I came instantly. We went from the desk, then to the chair, and then to the floor. The entire time his Dick never left my pussy. As I gyrated, I squeezed, and he pumped. I came, then he came! I came a total of six times!

I looked at the clock and it had been two hours since we left the club. My friends were waiting for me. They were drunk in the car. I kissed Mr. Mandingo on the forehead, then he asked if I would call him. I answered “yes,” but I knew it was a lie. There was really no need. I got what I needed. I got rid of some tension and he got some good pussy! This was definitely only about fucking.

Damn! Just thinking about it still makes my pussy wet! I’m the next Soror of Alpha Phi Fuckem, Inc. I’m ready and I definitely have what it takes. I would be a great asset to your organization. Accept me…as I am!