tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35018257909066640502024-03-18T15:58:29.701-04:00Zane's BlogZanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.comBlogger248125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501825790906664050.post-25661580059456216352012-07-12T10:32:00.000-04:002012-07-12T10:33:48.743-04:0025 men in three months: An Advice QuestionDear Zane,
I am one of your biggest fans. I recently finished your book called, Dear G Spot and I was thinking that you could give me your insight on what I am going through. I am 18 and about to turn 19, but I have recently been going through a dilemma. I am used to being in committed relationships, but I broke up with my boyfriend of three years a few months ago because he cheated and I feel like once you cheat, there is not more relationship because I will always have those trust issues with a person. Since then, I have not been myself. In public, I have always been very conservative, but in the bedroom I am always a freak and know exactly what to do to turn a man on.
I recently started seeing someone and I know it is wrong because he is my college professor. He turns me on in every way, but it is killing me to keep us a secret because of all of the things that can go wrong if anyone was to ever find out. Here’s the twist, my heart is so broken over my ex, that I do not want to be committed to anyone at all. Aside from my professor telling me that he loves me and showing me in more ways than one, since my relationship ended, I have slept with 25 different men. All for one night stands, but I cant understand why I am doing this. This number is so high for me because in my lifetime before this, I have only slept with 3 people (from 13 to 18).
I feel like a whore when I am alone and I think about the deeds that I have done, but I have been quick it brush it off and say that I can do what I want to do when I please. Can you help me? I need advise because I feel lost and these one night stands are not cutting it anymore. Why am I doing this to myself?
Confused &HeartBroken
MY RESPONSE: You need to talk to a college mental health counselor immediately, not about your relationship with your professor but about your sexual activity with so many different men. There is definitely an underlying cause for this that probably stems back to some repressed memories. Normally, when women email me stating that they are sex addicts, I do not agree. However, in your case, that is a definite possibility. Please do not allow another day to go by without seeking help, even if you call a hotline easily found on Google for people with sex addictions. It happens but thinking of yourself as a whore will not help. You are seeking something from these men that you believe is missing and that needs to be defined. You will be okay but I would also stop seeing the professor. Right now, you need to refrain from sex altogether because sleeping with so many men is putting his health in jeopardy. Please let me know what happens.Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.com231tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501825790906664050.post-80842464424676426862012-07-11T20:47:00.002-04:002012-07-11T20:47:32.455-04:00In Love with the Wrong Man: An Advice QuestionDear Zane,
There was a co-worker of mine and we worked together for a year and 4 months. She was close but not somebody I really befriended. One day I seen a friend of her walk in I noticed that we could not keep each other's eyes off of each other. He sold weed and she gave me his number we linked up on new years and he tried to get with me I told her and she spased on him, and we didnt talk again for another month.
One day she told me that he can take me to the bank.. I said yes,realizing it was him when I proceded to walk to the car. I hopped in and he asked me why I would tell her, she was not his girl, he had no girl so there was no need to be worried. He began asking me about my plans for the future and asked how he could improve my life, I was turned on in a sense. He asked me did I braid and took my number down.
A week later he called and asked could I braid his hair and I said yes am not turning down money for no one<3. He came over and ever since that day in febuary we have been together ever since. Every day he spends with me it began to become more than what was intended. He took me to places I've never been, If we're bored he'll say pack a bag and lets go to the tele. A lot different from the every day gangsters I deal with. However she found out beacuse my mother called her and told her that we were talking. Long story short it caused tension between us, she began harrasing and showing up to my house.
We refuse to let anyone let us be apart, so even with the world coming down on us we still managed to stay as one.
However there are a few problems in this partnership..he's a 24 year old man with a 4 bedroom apartment, a car and a job, but I never stay at his house anytime I suggest it he says" Am over he every night with you and plus i have a car if i dont bring you how are you going to get here?!" that makes no sense even tho I am 19 I am far from naive. That doesn't sound right. but do i have a right to nag if he is here with me every day,his clothes are in my drawer and his toothbrush is on my sink.
He tells me about girls who give him money and what not..talks to them on speaker in front of me.!!However he is talking to this white girl who after 3 days gave him the car he tells me that he doesn't like white girls and he only uses her for the car, because his is in the shop.
Am starting to think there is way more to the story... he was supposed to come back last night and didnt' he had her car last nite. I called him 2wice and sent a text early morning and got no reply.=[ he comes to the house today with the car. tells me that she dropped it off this morning at 6:15 and he bought her to work at 7. In my book there's no way a woman is doing all of that in the morning if he not sexin her right or wronng??if your up the early you seen my text and you don't respond..somethings weird bout that. He told me that she text him and said all this been when i asked to see the text....all of a sudden he didnt have it.????
he told me I was being imature...what do i do?
# signed
-we use to be lover, i dont think ill settle for just friends
MY RESPONSE: Clearly, he is not truly your man and you know it. Just because he is putting on pretenses, that is no excuse to ignore the obvious. You are one of several women that he is dealing with and he is not going to stop. You need to stop before he ruins your entire life with a disease or an unwanted pregnancy. You are spending too much time analyzing his mind set when you need to analyze your own and why you would even put up with his nonsense. Darling, you are young but not stupid. If you continue with this false dream, it will come crashing down and you might never recover. I hope you listen to me.Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501825790906664050.post-48877712229749764332012-07-11T20:40:00.001-04:002012-07-12T10:54:59.848-04:00Feelings Tied to a Married Man: An Advice QuestionHello Zane,
I would first and foremost like to say thank you for taking the time to read my email, secondly I truly enjoy your novels they are a nice escape for me because my real life isn't that interesting. Here is where I come to my situation I'm a 28 year old Solider in the Army, have been for almost ten years now and I have a seven year old son from a previous marriage. I live a normal life, activities with my son, church, school work for both of us and caring for my pooch. In 2010 I started an intimate relationship with a man I worked with; we agreed things would stay as such but with sex comes emotions and feelings. We eventually fell in love and I felt he was the one. We spent various holidays together, trips, and he even bonded to my son. He has a child from his younger days that is 13 and two other children 5 and 3 from his eight year marriage. I was okay with that because everyone has a life before someone. Throughout our relationship I did see "red flags" as they call it like him spending weeks at a time at my home without me even knowing where he lived; his reasoning was that he lived with his cousin and he did not want women brought to his home where he and his wife lived so I respected that. Then he could not produce a divorce decree, we discussed married after a year of being together but there was always an excuse that he wasn't ready. Never meeting his children because he said the mother wouldn't allow it so I had to respect that.
Despite all this I gave him the benefit of the doubt because I didn't want to seem like the stereotypical bitter divorced black woman whom had her husband cheat so all men must be cheaters or untrustworthy. The final "seeing red moment" came just before we deployed a year and a half into our relationship. He decided he wanted to get married upon our return from deployment, live together, finally have the kids together, and he even asked my family for my hand in marriage. A week later I was getting home from church, texted him a question and then came the phone call...."Why are you calling my husband?" In short he was still legally married, her and I spoke and didn't argue. Eventually by the end of the conversation he was truly living a double life! I went into a rage, smashed his car and told him if he ever saw me on the street to act like he never knew me. He was apologetic and said "it was so clear to me in my head, we are separated, we would have been together, everything would have been finalized by then." I saw him one day after we returned from deployment a year and a half. I still felt I needed closure, we spoke, I didn't want that anger on my heart so I just needed to know why? And if anything was it real? I felt I got what I needed and left as a friend because I truly did love him when we were together. A week later we decided to talk at my home, we spoke for hours, even laughed, feelings started to come back I thought were gone forever and one thing lead to another and now here I am with a married man whom says I'm his heart but doesn't know when we'll be together because his wife is using the kids to make him stay. I know I sound like an idiot especially now when I have knowledge of his situation but I can't help but feel DEEPLY in love with this man. We're drawn to each other and yet can't be because of his situation. I know I'm wrong, fully aware but in my heart it's like we're meant to be. In conclusion I'm leaving the service soon I've already got a job offer and I plan to continue my education at home but now I feel tied here because the love I have for him. Zane I would definitely like some advice on the road to take and from your readers as well. Please post this if possible to Facebook I would like to see the feedback.
-Thank you
Feelings tied to a married man
MY RESPONSE: I am posting it on my blog at www.eroticanoir.blogspot.com since someone felt the need to report my Facebook page for a magazine cover. Ridiculous! Anyway, you already know what everyone is going to say. No one is going to suggest that you continue to deal with a married man who you have essentially placed your life on hold for. Nothing is going to change. This time next year, it will be the same thing. This time the year after that, it will be the same thing. If you want to be his lifetime mistress, get comfortable in that role. Many women are mistresses for decades. If you want a man of your own, you need to realize that will never happen with him, despite all the lies he tells you. He is not there for his children. He is there because he wants to be there; it is as simple as that. He is a real piece of work because he went really far with his lies, even with your family. I have a feeling that you will continue along this toxic path so I wish you well with it and pray that you will come to your senses while you are still young enough to start a real family with another man.Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501825790906664050.post-78104420114932151942012-07-11T18:11:00.001-04:002012-07-12T10:53:17.425-04:00A Gold-Digging Stepmother: An Advice QuestionHey Zane,
I have recently started following your page on Facebook and I love your advice and would love to hear how you feel about this situation I am going through. You can also post on facebook any advice is welcomed. I am a 23yr old woman engaged to a wonderful 21yr old man we will be getting married in less than 2months.....but his adopted mother has been throwing stones at our relationship since the beginning. Just to give you a little insight my fiance lost his leg in a train accident when he was 15, but he's still a happy, funny and loving person that doesn't let any of that bother him. A little while into our relationship he told me she was taking all of his disability check, making it seem he was incapable of handling it his self, when he's a bright young man and just trusted she was doing right by him. She handled all his business, and I give it to her she did what had to be done. But when we decided to get married she started lying on me, telling him I only wanted his money, that I had credit cards in his name, but when I met him I knew he didn't have a job and I didn't even know he had lost his leg, because when he has his fake leg on and pants you cant tell unless he says something about it. I just knew he was a great person and that I wanted to get to know him better. To clear my name even though he believed me, i looked on his credit report only to find he only had one thing on his report and it looked liked a house loan. So now we wondering if the house that she bought before I met him is in his name. There's a lot of talk about my fiance having money put away from the train accident and that's why she doesn't want him to get married. But I was here when he was broke and I treated him no differently. I really want to have a relationship with her because I love her son with all my heart, but how can I just sit and smile when she's trying to ruin our wonderful relationship? We have worked so hard, we have our own house, our wedding is paid for(with no help from his side) and that really bothers him. She treats him like a little kid and has no respect for him as a man. He has matured and respects me to the fullest, I just want to make him happy and have a relationship with his mother, BUT I won't let her break up our happy home.
MY RESPONSE: It is obvious that her main interest in preventing him from getting married is financial. I would not allow her to control a thing and as a grown man, he can handle his own money. If she is somehow getting the money via mail, he needs to change the address. If she is getting it automatically deposited into her account, he needs to stop that immediately. There is nothing she can do about it unless the courts have made her his legal guardian past the age of adulthood. As far as the mortgage on his credit report, you can easily found out what that is about by calling the company listed, giving his social security number and finding out. If she did that without his knowledge, they will handle that. He should not be worried about the wedding costs because the bride's family generally covers the expenses. Just be happy that you have found a good man. A lot of women are still looking. If she wants to act a fool, that is on her and if it goes too far, I would not allow her to attend the wedding. That is your special day. Good luck.Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501825790906664050.post-86078319075640183562012-07-11T17:46:00.001-04:002012-07-11T17:46:21.709-04:00Waiting to Get Busy: An Advice QuestionDear Zane
I love your books. I have read a good amount of them and have been for
almost six years now. I really enjoy all the advice that your books
have and the great storylines. I admire your view on sex and how you
allow your characters ( especially the women) to feel and be sexually
free. Thanks for writing how I feel I guess…. But I am in a bit of
trouble and could use some serious help.
My man and I have just started dating so I don’t feel obligated to
have sex with him. As much as my mind objects to the idea of being
sexually involved so early, my body just speaks a totally different
language when I’m around him. I don’t know how much longer I can hold
out because ever since we started dating my sex drive has been crazy.
I have to masturbate at least four times a day just to be sexually
satisfied before I go to sleep. What should I do? I want to please my
man and myself but I think it is way too early in the relationship to
do so. If I was a man I’m sure I’d have blue balls by now. Also I
need some advice on how to give good head because maybe if we please
each other orally this problem may lessen or go away till we decide to
have sex. What’s the best position and how can I really impress my
man. It’s not my first time but I want my first time with HIM to be
the best yet.
Sincerely
Loaded Chocolate Bomb
MY RESPONSE: For the life of me, I cannot figure out why you young ladies believe that having oral sex is different than engaging in the sexual act. Both are intense forms of intimacy and you are not going to earn any extra brownie points by holding out on the goods if you are going to give him head. Just my opinion.
As far as technique, I literally wrote the book on that one. Dear G Spot: Straight Talk about Love, Sex, and Relationships breaks every type of sex down in detail. You can also go to Sexinfo101.com and check out all of their positions and sex tips. Good luck.Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501825790906664050.post-52820588010195867012012-07-11T17:41:00.001-04:002012-07-11T17:41:10.909-04:00Unspoken Desires: An Advice QuestionHello Zane,
I love your books! I know the world is going crazy over the Shades Grey trilogy but those book have nothing on yours. With that said this is my issue. I been have been going steady with a young lady who is everything to me in my life. She is beautiful inside and out. She is everything this man needs and more. We do not argue and the communication is great. I grasp the concept of listening and talking to my lady. Sex is good! At first she use to like me playing with ass hole as she rides me but now she does not like it. And you know how men ask their lady for some loving. She does not like that so I stop, because she said it makes her feel pressured to have sex. So I just initiate sex by kissing her and rubbing her all over. But then when I am in initiating mode, out no where she will say:" what are you doing" and she uses that line lot and at first it would not bother me but now my wood gets limp when she says it. We have discussed it and she said I am over thinking things. She is more of a free sprit when she have a few hooks in her and sex is off the chain. But when she is sober I have to ask for oral, lick my ass or ride me backward things like that. Now she tells me she like doing these things but if I do not suggest it, it will not want happen. What should I do?
Thanks Overthinkingman
MY RESPONSE: You have to realize that your woman may not be as sexual as you are naturally. Having to ask her to do things means that she is either doing them solely to please you or she is uncomfortable with initiating such things. My suggestion is to go with the flow and stop over thinking the matter, like she said. You do not want her to feel like you are only engaged in the relationship because of sex or make her feel like she is not up to par sexually...not if you truly care about her. Great communication and no arguments go a long way. You may not find that in another woman so easily. I would be patient and maybe if you stop putting her on the spot, she will start feeling more at-ease and do things out of the blue to shock you. Good luck.Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501825790906664050.post-70998398397306595662011-06-29T14:52:00.000-04:002011-06-29T14:53:04.664-04:00Upcoming Zane Events and Zane's Sister's Literary DebutGreetings All! If no one has told you that you are loved and appreciated today, I love and appreciate you.<br /><br />In case you haven't heard, I am celebrating both my birthday (it is a milestone but I am not saying which one-LOL) and New Year's in a big way.<br /><br />My Birthday Bash Weekend is August 26th-28th in the DMV and all the information can be found at: www.eroticanoir.com/zaneparty.html<br /><br />For New Year's, I am finally going to live out my lifelong fantasy and host Zane's 48-Hour New Year's Bash. Yes, we are going to party for two days straight and takeover an entire hotel in Northern Virginia. I hope that you will come and party like is it 1999 all over again with us. All the information for the New Year's Weekend, December 30, 2011-January 1, 2011 can be found at www.eroticanoir.com/znye.html<br /><br />Even if you can't make it, I would appreciate it if you could spread the word for a sister. The more the merrier and yet, at the same time, space is limited for both events. So if you plan to attend, please book your rooms and let my assistant know by sending an email to ZanesRightHandChick@gmail.com to receive the official registration forms.<br /><br />Lastly, I wanted to mention that the trade paperback of The Hot Box comes out on August 16th for those of you who didn't purchase the hardcover version yet. All the reviews have been great and, as always, I loved writing it.<br /><br />My sister's first novel, The Next Phase of Life, comes out on July 27th, and I hope that ALL of you will support it. You can preorder it on Amazon.com at http://www.amazon.com/Next-Phase-Life-Novel/dp/1593093721/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1309373341&sr=1-1<br /><br />You can get it for less than ten dollars. Now I know all of you have an extra ten bucks to spare for a great read by my older sister. PLEASE, PLEASE, if you have ever cared about me, purchase my sister's book and help to spread the word. As the Publishing Director of Strebor Books, she has facilitated the publication of hundreds of books by others. Now she deserves her moment to shine. Thanks in advance for your support.<br /><br />Blessings,<br />ZaneZanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501825790906664050.post-33527630966639038382011-06-27T14:42:00.001-04:002011-06-27T14:42:27.859-04:00Pot Luck Book Giveaway #2Since many of our galleys no longer have 10 copies to giveaway, this is a POT LUCK giveaway. Each winner will receive Two free books. If you are one of the first ten people to respond to my blog, please send an email to ZanesRightHandChick@gmail.com with your name on here and your real name and address.<br /><br />Thanks,<br />ZaneZanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501825790906664050.post-58859932494099412142011-06-16T12:18:00.002-04:002011-06-16T12:20:43.879-04:00Pot Luck Book GiveawaySince many of our galleys no longer have 10 copies to giveaway, this is a POT LUCK giveaway. Each winner will receive Two free books. If you are one of the first ten people to respond to my blog, please send an email to ZanesRightHandChick@gmail.com with your name on here and your real name and address.<br /><br />Thanks,<br />ZaneZanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501825790906664050.post-4393007240914815352011-05-06T16:05:00.001-04:002011-05-06T16:05:37.959-04:00Zane's Birthday Weekend in the DMVZane's Birthday Weekend--August 26th-August 28th, 2011<br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br />I just left the Metro Points hotel. I went over there to make sure that everything was to my standards, to look at the guest rooms once again and the ballroom. It's hot! There is a Starbucks across the street and an IHOP connected to the hotel itself. Room rates for August 26th-August 29th are $89 per night per room, which includes a buffet breakfast for everyone. You have to call the hotel directly at 301-459-6700. The code for the group rate is obvious: PLANET ZANE<br /><br /> <br /><br />www.metropointshotel.com<br /><br /> <br /><br />The cost for the weekend activities will be $200 if paid by check or money order and $212 if paid by PayPal to cover our fees through them. Go ahead and book the room if you are coming. If you are in a party that wishes to have connecting rooms, I will also get that information later. We are going to block out floors in groups of 25 rooms per floor.<br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br />If you plan to come to the event and want registration and payment instructions, please send an email to: ZanesRightHandChick@gmail.com. Include your name, city, phone number, and best email and the number of people you wish to register. If I only know you via Facebook, please also include your screenname and the screennames of those attending with you. Registration money will be due no later than July 10, 2011.<br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br />The weekend events will be:<br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br />Friday, August 26th 7:00 PM-2:00 AM Dinner Buffet/Dance, Metro Points Hotel by Sheraton, New Carrollton, MD<br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br />Saturday, August 27th 10:00 AM-5:00 PM Six Flags America, Bowie, MD (People can go as they like. Tickets will be handed out on Friday in your registration packet.)<br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br />Saturday, August 27th Time TBD Private Party at Night Club<br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br />Sunday, August 28th 1:00 PM-9:00 PM Zane's Birthday Party Cookout, Mayo Beach, Annapolis, MD<br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br />Thanks,<br /><br />ZaneZanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501825790906664050.post-62991637731569727322010-12-27T23:56:00.000-05:002010-12-27T23:59:24.128-05:00Moving without a Ring.Dear Zane,<br /><br />First and foremost, allow me to say thank you for novels that are intensifying to the mind, body and soul! My boyfriend and I have been together for six years, on and off. We both decided to give up the lives we once led to share one together. He is twenty-seven with one child and I am twenty-six with no offspring…at the moment! This is the first consistent year that we have been together. We now live together. However, he is beginning his law career in another state next year and asked me to come with him. I happily agreed. Because of our past, I wanted to take precautions. Would it be absurd for me to insist that we become engaged before we continue our journey together?<br /><br />Signed,<br />Needed Advice<br /><br />Dear Needed Advice,<br /><br />What would be absurd is for you not to insist on being engaged—or better yet married—before you move with him to another state. While you are both still relatively young (under 30), six years is long enough for anyone to test drive a vehicle for any journey, like the one you have agreed to take together. You already live together, you have accepted his child, but now you are planning to make a huge sacrifice by following the man across state lines. I commend you for wanting to make sure that you will not find yourself in a crazy predicament after giving up so much to be with him. If he is not ready to get married, or at least ready to start making preparations to get married, you should reconsider the move. That does not mean that the relationship has to end but you certainly have to protect your best interest.<br /><br />Blessings,<br />ZaneZanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501825790906664050.post-61056854649301259502010-12-12T21:36:00.000-05:002010-12-12T21:39:22.824-05:00Sexing the Wrong ManDear Zane,<br /><br />I have been sexing my godmother’s best friend that she’s in love with. She has no clue. The sex is great and he brings out all of the freak in me. He’s the best man that I’ve ever fucked…period. His head game is also the best. We were giving each other head before we fucked. He makes me feel so comfortable with myself. We can text and talk for hours. He has had sex with her a number of times but lately, he says he’s only been fucking me. I want him all to myself but I know that’s not possible. Should I leave him alone totally or continue as we are?<br /><br />Signed,<br />Sexing the Wrong Man<br /><br />Dear Sexing the Wrong Man,<br /><br />You are definitely not going to like my response. Hell yes, you should leave his nasty ass alone. What would make you want to suck on or spread your legs for a man who is doing the same thing to your godmother? You should find the mere thought of that repulsive but it is obvious that he has penis-whipped you into a mental lapse.<br /><br />Your godmother is much more important in your life than this man who has no self-respect and, thus, certainly has no respect for you, or her. There are wayyyyyyyyyyyyy too many men in this world for you to share one PERIOD, rather less with someone who regards you highly enough to agree to be your godmother.<br /><br />Ironically, you mention not a single word of having any feelings for him. Only that he has a serious head game and brings out the freak in you. This “sexing” might last for a hot minute, he might teach you a few tricks, but in the end, you will be left feeling like a trick. Regardless of what he says to you, you are nothing but a piece of meat to him. How could you be anything more? <br /><br />You need to stop talking this fool’s calls, text messages, emails, or any other form of communication. Times are hard but they are not that damn hard. You need to leave him alone and you also need to work on self-love because it is ridiculous for you to even entertain sleeping with him, rather less actually doing it. As to whether or not you should tell your godmother, that it tricky. If you tell her, she will definitely be hurt because she has trusted both of you. If you don’t tell her, you are leaving her in the arms of a predator and she will ultimately be hurt anyway. I guarantee you that he is bullshitting you about not sleeping with her anymore. He is still sleeping with her and probably a few other chicks that you don’t know about. You can do better. Great sex is cool but not at such a high expense.<br /><br />Blessings,<br />ZaneZanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501825790906664050.post-66274447947713108862010-11-07T23:06:00.001-05:002010-11-07T23:06:56.920-05:00Here is your chance to be in a Zane book!CHOCOLATE FLAVA 3: The Eroticanoir.com Anthology Edited by Zane<br /> <br />Zane is seeking submissions for Chocolate Flava 3: The Eroticanoir.com Anthology to be published by ATRIA/Simon and Schuster. Stories must prominently feature African-Americans in one or more of the key roles. Stories should be between 2,500-3,500 in length (no longer). Stories must not just be strictly sex-filled but must actually have a storyline and character development. The deadline for submissions is March 1, 2011. Please allow 4-5 months for a response to your submissions as the submissions process will be very competitive.<br /> <br />Contributors will be paid a one-time fee of $300 and receive 5 complimentary copies of the finished book. Emailed submissions will not be accepted. All submissions must be double-spaced with 1" margins and in 12-pt. Times New Roman font or will not be considered. Poorly edited submissions will automatically be rejected. This is a great opportunity for those seeking exposure for their writing. Succulent: Chocolate Flava 2 spent six weeks on the New York Times Bestseller List; something unheard of for an anthology in any genre.<br /> <br />Please send your submissions to: Strebor Books/Simon and Schuster, ATTN: Chocolate Flava 2, PO Box 6505, Largo, MD 20792.Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501825790906664050.post-2740638192373565442010-06-07T10:51:00.000-04:002010-06-07T10:52:09.966-04:00Excerpt from The Hot Box by ZaneThe Hot Box by Zane<br /><br />Two women plus four men equals nothing but drama. “Hotbox” is a baseball drill that can be played with three or more players and two to four bases. The players take turns between being fielders and runners, ultimately trying to tag the rest of the players out. In “The Hot Box” by Zane, best friends Milena and Lydia are playing the game along with Jacour, Yosef, Glenn, and Phil. The only problem: the men do not realize that they are playing.<br /><br />Milena is a veterinarian who has lived a sheltered and dismal existence ever since leaving Jacour Bryant at the altar. Jacour had recently signed an eighty-five million dollar contract with the New York Yankees but Milena could not have cared less once she discovered his doggish ways. Jump ahead eight years and Jacour has returned to rural North Carolina to win Milena’s heart back… but there’s a serious problem. Milena has a new man; one that no one ever knew existed who has seemingly appeared out of nowhere. What ensues is a competition between Jacour and the mysterious and handsome stranger, Yosef, to win Milena’s heart, soul, and body that hasn’t been touched by a man in nearly a decade.<br /><br />Lydia is the complete opposite of Milena; she does not believe in recycling her virginity. In fact, she utilizes her sex daily to get what she wants. Working part-time as a grocery cashier is simply not the life that she desires. Residing with Glenn, her lover of three years, she is also sexually active with his best friend, Phil. Glenn is her Mr. Right but Phil is her Mr. Good Sex. Lydia dreams of getting away from small town America but, until she can make that happen, she is prepared to do whatever it takes to continue to have her bills paid… on time. Everything is all-good until Phil decides that he wants to change the parameters of their relationship, forcing Lydia to make a choice that she is clearly not prepared to make.<br /><br />Two women. Four men. Two love triangles. Three sections: Curveballs, Bases Loaded, and The Sweet Spot. Reading has never been this hot because once again, Zane is taking you outside of the box.<br /><br /><br />EXCERPT-PAGE 115 of The Hot Box by Zane<br /><br />Lydia<br /><br /> I seriously had a problem. Sunday morning, the day after Jacour’s party, I got up at seven and told Glenn that I was going to the eight o’clock church service. In all actuality, I was mad as hell that Glenn hadn’t come home until after three. The dance had ended at midnight and he’d claimed that he was going to help console Jacour’s devastated heart after Milena showed up with Randolph. While I was extremely confident that Glenn was wrapped around my pinkie finger, I didn’t want him staying out that late. Now that Jacour was back, unless Milena got back with him, Glenn would be gone all the time and I wasn’t having it. Worse yet, Phil would likely be right along with them. Not only would my man be missing in action, but my dick action, too? No fucking way!<br /> I couldn’t wait to get the rest of the dirt from Milena about this Yosef dude, but first, I had something else to attend to. While I was sitting on the toilet taking my morning dump, I sent Phil a text message. Yes, women take morning dumps, too. Any woman who denies it will also claim her shit doesn’t stink. Memo: there is no such thing as sweet‐smelling shit; real talk.<br /><br />me: meet me at baker’s creek. <br />phil: right now? <br />me: yes, right now. <br />phil: why? what’s up?<br />me: you know why. <br />phil: no, tell me. <br />me: get your ass over there. 30 minutes. <br />phil: i’m still sleep. <br />me: 30 minutes. don’t be late. <br />phil: i’m going back to sleep. holla later.<br /><br /> As much shit as Phil talked, he would show up. He wasn’t going to turn down pussy; not my pussy. I started to put something raunchy in the text message but wasn’t about to be a fool. Text messages had gotten more people busted than used condoms in the wastebasket. Former Detroit mayor Kwame Kilpatrick had more than 14,000 of those bad boys leaked all over the internet after the powers that be decided to do his ass in. I wasn’t a politician, but I still had shit to worry about. Glenn was covering the bills that I couldn’t afford from my part‐time job at Food Lion and I needed him to keep paying them. One day, I was going to get the hell out of that dismal town, but until then, I needed him to stay put. If he found out that I was fucking Phil, and had been fucking Phil even before I started fucking him, my life as I knew it would be history.<br /> Now you would think that the possibility of not being able to pay bills would’ve been sufficient enough to encourage me to stop fucking Phil. But, like I said, I seriously had a problem, and it was entirely related to the need for dick.<br /><br />•••<br /> Less than twenty‐five minutes later, I was sitting in the parking lot at Baker’s Creek Park. That’s the beauty of small‐town life. You could shower, get dressed—oh yeah, take a morning shit—and still be anyplace in town within a half hour.<br /> There wasn’t a soul out there that time of morning. It wasn’t like Central Park or South Beach or the Santa Monica Pier or the other places they showed in movies. People weren’t riding bikes, jogging in expensive spandex, or rollerblading at Baker’s Creek. The only things getting exercise around there were the squirrels, possums, and raccoons. And shortly, my pussy was going to get a workout.<br /> My clit started throbbing at the thought of it. I tried to decide what I was going to demand that Phil do to me first: suckle on my tits, eat my pussy, or lick my ass. Yes, my ass. I showered after my morning shit. Did you?<br /> That was one thing I never played with; proper hygiene. I remember when Donita was dating Timmy, her now husband. Milena had forced me to have dinner with the chicken at the Golden Corral. You know it’s a small town when the hottest meal ticket is the Golden Fucking Corral. Anyway, we were chowing down on the selections when Donita said something that almost made me barf up my salisbury steak and gravy.<br /> “Timmy keeps leaving beads on my sheets,” Donita said. <br /> “Beads! What kind of beads?” Milena asked. <br /> “Poop beads.” Donita looked terribly uncomfortable as the words left her lips. “Should I say something?” <br /> I placed my fork down on my plate, suddenly losing my appetite. “Please tell me that you’re not talking about what I think you’re talking about. Not while I’m trying to eat.”<br /> Milena giggled. “It’s okay, Lydia. At least she’s not getting graphic.”<br /> That’s when Donita went and did it. She got graphic. “Every time we get finished fucking, there are these little pieces of shit all over my sheets. As soon as he leaves, I have to strip the bed and throw everything in the washer.”<br /> “Not graphic, huh?” I glared at Milena. “Little pieces of shit all over her sheets?” I turned my attention to Donita. “Donita, let me help you out here. Yes, the hell you need to tell that Negro to stop shitting in your bed.”<br /> “I don’t think he’s actually shitting in the bed. I’m saying, the beads are already there from when he did take a shit, and they end up on my sheets.”<br /> “In other words, Timmy’s not wiping his ass when he takes a dump,” Milena added. “A lot of men don’t wipe properly.”<br /> “And how would you know that, Miss Never Fucked Another Man In My Life Besides Jacour? Did Jacour wipe his ass?”<br /> “Of course he did,” Milena replied.<br /> “And all of my men have always wiped their asses,” I said. “Furthermore, no funk occupies my space. I take a shower before I go to bed, and I’ll be damned if any man that I’m fucking around with is lying with me with a musty dick.” <br /> There was an older couple sitting in the booth behind us. The man cleared his throat. I tried to see if I recognized them, but I didn’t. While the blacks and whites in Kannapolis dealt with each other in some respects, the area was still very segregated as far as living space and communicating with one another. There was a ton of jungle fever going on though. My mother used to always say that future generations of black boys were going to be lost between the thighs of white women. I believed in to each his or her own, and I wasn’t down with the swirl.<br /> I didn’t know the couple, but they needed to mind their business. If they didn’t want to hear real talk, stay the fuck out of the real world.<br /> I cleared my throat back, loudly, and then stared at Donita. “You nasty, Donita. Real, real nasty. The first time that man left a single bead in my bed, not that I ever would’ve allowed it, his ass would’ve been told. For you to even have to ask us if you should say something proves that you’re hard the fuck up.”<br /> “Ease up, Lydia,” Milena said, taking a sip of her lemonade. I couldn’t see how she could still drink, much less eat, after Donita’s “shit talk.” “You shouldn’t make fun of her. Obviously, this is really bothering her or she wouldn’t have mentioned it.”<br /> “Well, she shouldn’t have mentioned it when we weren’t eating.”<br /> Donita seemed like she was on the brink of tears. “I’m sorry. You’re right, Lydia. This was the wrong time to bring it up. It’s just that I care about Timmy, a lot, and I don’t want to say anything that might upset him or make him stop dating me.”<br /> Milena was about to say something, but I held my index finger up to hush her.<br /> “Let me get this one,” I said. Milena gave me a warning look. “Don’t worry. I’m going to be nice about it.” I looked at Donita, who was wiping her eyes with a napkin. “I can tell this is a serious matter.”<br /> I sat up straighter in the booth and noticed the man in the next one cropping his neck to try to listen. Now the old dirty bastard was all into it. He’d probably left his share of shit beads in the bed over the years his damn self.<br /> “Donita, if you can’t talk to Timmy without feeling like you have to walk on eggshells, then it’s not a true relationship. When you’re with someone intimately, you should be able to talk to them about anything. Ask the man—no, tell him—that he needs to bathe before you have sex. In fact, make it a sensual time. Suggest that you bathe together before you get it in. That way you can make sure that he’s nice and clean all over: his ass, his dick, his balls. He’d probably get a kick out of being able to lather up your pussy and dig out the coochie with a washcloth. Hell, it might even lead to some freaky shit in the shower.”<br /> “Freaky shit like what?” Milena asked.<br /> “One time,” I whispered, sick of the man in the next booth being nosy, “I sucked Ph . . . a dude’s dick in the shower with a bar of soap in my mouth.”<br /> Damn, I had almost fucked up and mentioned Phil. Even though Glenn and I were not together way back then when Donita was dating Timmy, I still didn’t want anyone to know that I was fucking Phil.<br /> “Damn, you do things like that?” Milena asked.<br /> “That’s hot!” Donita seemed excited and perked up. “I need to try that. Thanks, Lydia.”<br /> I glanced at Milena. “Yes, I do things like that. I never play when it comes to sex. If I’m going to fuck a man, I’m going to give him the fuck of his life. If I can’t win a game, I don’t want to play; real talk.”<br /> “You and all of your real talk is going to make you write a check one day that your ass can’t cash,” Milena said.<br /> Sitting there at Baker’s Creek, waiting for Phil to show up with his dick in tow, made me recall those words. I had certainly written the check. Hopefully, I’d never have to cash the damn thing.<br /> Phil came speeding into the parking lot in his pimped‐out metallic blue Ford Fusion with the vanity plate that read URideMe. Nasty ass!<br /> He pulled up beside my white Honda Civic and rolled his window down. I did the same. <br /> “You’re late,” I told him. <br /> “No, I’m not. You said thirty minutes.” <br /> I glanced at the time on my dash. “And it’s been thirty‐two minutes.” <br /> “Whatever, Lydia. I couldn’t be considered late anyway since I told you that I wasn’t coming in the first place.” <br /> “Well, then, why are you here?” I asked, already knowing the answer. <br /> “Shit, I’m not turning down your pussy.” <br /> I blushed as he rolled up his window, cut his engine, and got out. He climbed into my car. <br /> “You want this dick in here or you want to fuck out in the woods with the animals?” <br /> “Ooh, that’s what I like about you.” <br /> He reached between my legs. I was dressed for church, where I would eventually end up late for the service, in order to cover my ass, but I hadn’t bothered to put on panties. Phil started fingering my wet pussy and I laid my head back and closed my eyes.<br /> “You’ve got that premium shit, Lydia. Men would go to war over this pussy. You know that?” He kept fingering me, setting my pussy on fire. “Sometimes, while I’m at work in that factory, all I can think about is your pussy. How lovely it smells. How wet and creamy it is. How good it tastes. How it drives me crazy when I’m deep inside of you.”<br /> “Damn, Phil, I love it when you do that sexy talk.” I squirmed in the seat, gyrating my pussy on his fingers and holding onto his wrist, guiding the motion. “You’re going to make me come already.”<br /> “No . . .” He tried to pull his fingers out but I continued to grasp his wrist and locked my thighs around his hand. “I don’t want you to come all over that beautiful dress or your car seat. Neither one of them will appreciate your juices as much as me. Let me lick that cat real good for you.”<br /> “I don’t want to do it in the car.” I changed course and pulled Phil’s fingers out of me. “Let’s go out in the woods like you said. I feel like doing something really freaky this morning.”<br /> “You’ve always been my little freak.” Phil smiled as I sucked my own juice off of his fingers. “That shit with Glenn makes no damn sense. He’ll never fuck you like me; that’s why you won’t stop.”<br /> “You won’t stop either,” I reminded him. “I’ve never forced myself on you.”<br /> “And as long as there is a breath in my body, you won’t have to.” Phil licked his fingers one by one to see if I’d left any juice for him. “No one turns me on more than you do, Lydia. We need to come out with it and tell Glenn the truth.”<br /> I slapped Phil across his face, damn near drawing blood. “Don’t ever make that suggestion again, Phil. It’s not going down like that.”<br /> Now the typical man would’ve either slapped my ass back, followed by a serious beatdown, or gotten out of my car and rolled out. Phil sat there, staring at me intently for a moment. <br /> “I’m sorry that I hit you,” I said. “I’m really hormonal right now; that’s not an excuse though. But you know how I get when my period’s about to start.” <br /> “Yeah, it is about that time. Couple more days or so.” <br /> See, that’s the type of shit that Glenn should’ve been on top of, being that we lived together. Phil was more up on my bleeding calendar than my own man. Then again, he’d been digging my back out much longer.<br /> “I bet you are horny, huh? You women start acting all crazy and shit when your Aunt Flo is headed to town.”<br /> “Yeah, we do.” I grabbed Phil’s chin, slipped my thick tongue into his mouth, and bit his bottom lip gently. “But you don’t need to busy yourself worrying about any other woman. I take good care of you, don’t I?”<br /> “Sure you do.” Phil sighed. “But sometimes I wish things were different. What are we really doing here . . . with each other? We fuck damn near every day. I’ve been seeing you longer than Glenn. Yet you want to keep it a secret . . . like you’re ashamed of me or something.”<br /> “It’s not like that, and you know it.” It was exactly like that but I had to lie. “You’ve got a roommate. What do you expect from me? For me to move up in your crib with you and Briscoe? Don’t forget that Glenn has brought me over there before. Briscoe can’t even spell housekeeping, much less do any.”<br /> Phil looked extremely upset. I had to do something quick or he might’ve withheld the dick.<br /> I started rubbing him through his jeans. He was already so hard, he could’ve split bricks. “Come on, Phil. Let’s not start tripping. It’s Sunday morning . . .” I looked around the park. “We’re out here all alone. Last night, you looked so damn good at the party. All I could think about was sucking on your big dick.” <br /> That perked his ass up. “Really?” <br /> “Ooh, yeah.” I unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. “Look at that. It’s a thing of beauty. I was so horny for you last night that I went in the bathroom and played in my pussy until I came.”<br /> “Word?”<br /> “Word.” I ran the tip of my thumb back and forth across the head of his dick. “I was yearning for you, baby. I imagined your fingers all over my body, caressing my tits, my ass. I wanted you to split my pussy wide open with this piece of wood right here.”<br /> I was lying my ass off. There was no way that I would’ve masturbated at the Elks lodge, especially not in that same stall that Ms. Bart was pissing and shitting in half the night.<br /> “You still want to go out in the woods?” Phil asked, grinning.<br /> “Uh‐huh, I want you to fuck me rough . . . hard . . . punish me with your dick.”<br /> “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t even be able to walk straight.”<br /> I giggled. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.” I reached down on the side of my seat and popped the trunk. “I’ve got a blanket in the trunk. Go get it so we can get it in.”<br /> Phil chuckled and got out of the car. I cut the engine and was about to get out when my phone rang. It was Glenn. I sent him a text message, letting him know that church had started and I would be home right after. Glenn never went to church, unless it was for a funeral or a wedding, so there was no chance of him showing up and seeing that I wasn’t there. However, it was a small town, and I was running the chance that he might bring it up to someone in casual conversation. People in Kannapolis took great joy in busting someone’s bubble. I couldn’t blame them. Boredom could make people do all kinds of trifling shit, like what I was about to do with Phil.<br /><br /><br /> All I can say is there was much to be said for fucking out in the bush. It had its pros and cons, but the idea of doing it someplace different did it for me. I could’ve done without the insects, both those on the ground and the ones flying by. I definitely could’ve done without the animals rustling through the woods and making it seem like a scene out of Friday the 13th when Jason would sneak up on a naked couple so busy getting their groove on that they didn’t notice him about to whack one of their heads off. But what I did like was the breeze teasing my nipples and the hardness of the ground underneath the blanket as Phil plummeted his dick in and out of my pussy. There had been a terrible storm the night before and the ground was still fairly damp, another reason why the park was so deserted.<br /> When we first got out there, I told him to put the blanket down. I lowered to my knees and gave him a serious dick‐sucking. TOOT MOTHERFUCKING TOOT! I had him screaming out like a maniac by the time he came all down in my throat.<br /> “Take your dress off,” Phil said, dropping to the ground in front of me and groping at my clothes. “I want to see every inch of you.” <br /> As soon as it was visible, he grabbed my left tit and started milking it for dear life. “Umm, that’s it. I love breastfeeding you, baby.” <br /> “I want you so bad, Lydia.” <br /> I slipped the rest of my dress off but kept my heels on. “Then take me. Take me right here like a beast. Show me what a powerful fuck feels like. Drill a hole in my snatch.”<br /> I turned around and got down on all fours. <br /> “Oh, you want it from the back, huh?” Phil asked. <br /> “Damn straight. Take all this pussy.” <br /> Phil grabbed onto the sides of my ass and crouched down with his thighs on both sides of me, his knees still elevated and brushing against my sides. Then he laid it on me. I felt the tip of his dick enter me, and within seconds, he was all the way in. He fucked me with reckless abandon. That shit was off the chain and lasted for a good twenty minutes.<br /> I came all over his dick and collapsed to the ground.<br /> “You need to be careful what you ask for.” Phil panted and tried to catch his breath. He lay beside me on the blanket. “I don’t play when it comes to working pussy over.”<br /> “You don’t have to tell me.” I turned over onto my back and then threw my leg over his and started playing with the small hairs on his chest. I kissed the underside of his armpit gently, then laid my head on him. “You’re the truth; real talk.”<br /> Phil was quiet for a moment, and I sensed something was wrong.<br /> I looked up into his eyes. “What’s wrong with you?”<br /> “I was wondering, if I’m the truth, why are we out here fucking in the woods instead of setting up house together?”<br /> I rolled my eyes to the sky. “Didn’t we have this conversation back in the car?”<br /> “No, not really. You spoke and I listened.” He pushed me off of him and sat up on his elbows. “Now you’re going to listen to me.”<br /> “Phil, can’t you tell when you’re beating a dead horse? I’m not going to change my mind. You and I function well . . . as fuck buddies. A relationship? That would never work.”<br /> “You don’t know that. How can you even make an assumption like that? We’ve never tried to do the real thing. You were with me first, and instead of trying to make something serious work with me, you went out and made a commitment to my friend. My best fucking friend. Do you have any idea how much that hurts?”<br /> I took a long breath and counted to ten in silence.<br /> “Do you hear me, Lydia? This is really bothering me, and you don’t seem to get it.” I started to get up. Phil pulled me back down. “I’m sick of you running away from me. We’re going to talk about this. You send me a text message early in the morning, expecting me to whip my dick out on demand, like some good little doggie.”<br /> You are a good little doggie!<br /> “You leave Glenn at home, playing him for a fool, and then come out here and fuck me in the woods. This can’t be the kind of life you want to lead. This shit is wrong.”<br /> “If it’s so fucking wrong, then why are you here, Phil? Huh? Why the fuck are you here?”<br /> Phil sighed and threw his hands over his face. “Because I love you, Lydia. A man doesn’t have sex with a woman for over a decade without developing feelings. A few weeks, a few months, we probably don’t give a damn, but this long? It doesn’t go down that way.”<br /> I could’ve tried to reason with Phil about that. I could’ve tried to convince him that what he thought he was feeling was simply embedded in the power of my vajayjay. But I couldn’t; he was in love with me and part of me had always realized that. It felt good to have him love me. It felt good to always have him near whenever I needed someone to talk to, someone to make me feel wanted . . . and needed.<br /> I decided to put a different spin on it and play on his friendship with Glenn. “Glenn doesn’t deserve this. He’s a good man.”<br /> Phil took his hands off his face and stared at me. “I know that he’s a good man . . . and he’s an even better friend. And no, he doesn’t deserve this, but neither do I.”<br /> “No, you don’t. I dig that. But you’re already hurting. What sense would it make to hurt him also?” I shrugged. “If we officially become a couple, we’d never live that shit down in this town. Everyone in Kannapolis would hate us.”<br /> I thought I had him . . . for a second.<br /> “People cheat in Kannapolis all the time. Hell, having sex is about the only thing to do around here to kill time; either that or getting high or drunk.”<br /> “I could sure use a joint right about now,” I said, mad at myself for not rolling at least one joint before I left the house.<br /> “Who you telling? Me too, and some Jack Daniel’s. You always have that primo shit. I can’t believe you won’t share your hookup with me.”<br /> Now I could get with some weed in the morning to smooth out my thoughts, but the fact that Phil wanted to hit the bottle was a bit much; yet not a surprise. That was typical Phil.<br /> “I don’t tell anybody where I get my weed, Phil. That’s between my supplier and me.”<br /> “What? You his only customer or something? What kind of drug dealer only has one customer?”<br /> “I’m not saying all that,” I replied, thinking that I wasn’t dealing shit, simply growing my own stash. “I’ll ask him if I can bring you around, but I’m not giving you his number, or taking you past his crib without permission. Dealers don’t be playing that, and he’s a huge, brawny motherfucker with an arsenal sitting close by.”<br /> “Shit, is it safe for you to roll through there?”<br /> “Yes, it’s all copacetic between us. Plus, I’ve become a chat buddy of his chick.”<br /> “That’s cool. That’s cool.”<br /> I was a bit upset that Phil had gone from professing his love for me in one breath to worrying about where I bought my ciggaweed the next. How significant could I really have been?<br /> “I need to get to church,” I said, getting up and starting to get dressed.<br /> “You’re a trip. Fucking me out in the woods and then going to church.”<br /> “Hey, I’m not the only sinner that’ll be packing the pews this morning. Except I’ve never professed to be a saint. There are plenty of sluts up in church every Sunday.”<br /> “You’re not a slut, Lydia. You’re special.” Phil got up and pulled his pants up.<br /> “Yes, I am special. One of these days I’m going to get out of this town. Maybe go to Hollywood and become a movie star.” I twirled in my dress and heels. “You think I’m pretty enough to be a movie star? Or a model?”<br /> “I think you’re pretty enough to be whatever you want to be. Look how wide open you’ve got my nose. I’m not an easy man to catch, but you’ve got me; hook, line, and sinker.”<br /> “Are you seriously telling me that you don’t fuck around with any other women?”<br /> “I have in the past. I won’t lie. But lately, it hasn’t felt right . . . being with someone else. They don’t do anything for me, so there’s no point in bothering with it. If I know I can get a broad, that’s the thrilling part. These women around here are easy. No challenge. No challenge at all.”<br /> Phil started folding up the blanket as I stared at his ass through his jeans.<br /> “Is that what it is with me? Am I a challenge, Phil?”<br /> “That you are.” He must’ve realized what I was thinking. “But that’s not why I want you. I love you; always have.”<br /> “I bet that if I was ever foolish enough to leave Glenn for you, we’d be all lovey dovey for a few months and then you’d leave me for the next piece of ass.” <br /> Phil finished folding up the blanket, lodged it under his right arm, and wrapped his left arm around my waist. He gazed into my eyes. “Never. I would never leave you. In fact, I’m never going to leave you now. I’ll always be with you, for as long as you want to be with me.”<br /> Phil sounded so sincere; it frightened me.<br /> I pulled away from his embrace. “We need to get out of here.” I lifted one of my heels. “Look at all of this mud on my shoes.”<br /> “Yeah, that rain last night was no joke.” I laughed. “That wasn’t rain. That was a kick‐ass storm. For a minute it looked like the lightning was coming in through the front door, doing the electric slide across the carpet, and break-dancing out the back door.”<br /> “Yeah, that storm was deep. Must’ve been because it was so hot yesterday.”<br /> “Well, it was hot out here in these woods today.” I kissed Phil gently on the lips. “Thanks for breakfast.”<br /> “Thanks for letting me dick feed you for breakfast.” <br /> “You’re so nasty . . . but I like it.” <br /> Phil and I walked back toward our cars, hand in hand. It was too late for me to make the eight o’clock church service, even entering late. I decided to take my chances, kill about thirty minutes at the local Target, head on home, and pretend like I’d been there all along. I planned to take a shower, get my Sunday dinner started, and then head over to Milena’s to get the 4‐1‐1 on Yosef.Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501825790906664050.post-6782334319778912472010-06-04T20:57:00.001-04:002010-06-04T20:58:34.100-04:00A Momma's Boy or a Concerned Son and Great Catch?: An Advice QuestionDear Zane,<br /><br />I have had problems with women for a long time. I wanted to quit dealing with them altogether and concentrate on work for the rest of my life, but then I found a good woman. The relationship started off nice and slow, but she wanted to speed things up. Everything started to fall apart since she rushed it. I haven’t cheated on her or anything like that. <br /><br />The thing is that she wants me to spend the night with her, but she waits until the last minute to ask. Memorial Day Weekend was the worst. I was invited to her father’s to meet him for the first time. He was the coolest O.G. that I have ever met and the rest of the family was cool, too. As we left to go home, she said a lot of things since she had consumed three drinks.<br /><br />I reside with my mother because she is sick. I try to make sure that she is okay and handle some of the bills. My so-called girlfriend called me a “Momma’s Boy” because I wouldn’t spend the night with her. I prefer to plan things ahead of time. We were only supposed to be going to her father’s house to eat and hang out with the family. I am not happy in this relationship. It has gotten so bad that I have completely lost my sex drive. Please help me out with any advice. I am thinking about leaving her and go back to working until I can’t work anymore.<br /><br />Signed,<br />Not a Momma’s Boy<br /><br />Dear Not a Momma’s Boy,<br /><br />Let me start by saying that even if this current relationship ends, you cannot conclude that burying yourself in work is the only alternative. I understand that you have had a string of bad relationships but you have to keep that door of possibilities open. There is a lovely young lady out there that would accept you as you are and love you. The two of you have to simply have the same priorities in life and she has to be understanding.<br /><br />It is a wonderful thing that you are so concerned about your mother. Some “selfish” women will see that as a negative but other “smarter” women will realize that if you are capable of sacrificing so much for your mother, that means that you would do the same for your wife. I would not give up on your current relationship so quickly. There was something that drew you to her in the first place; something that made you take a chance. That something is still there. What you have to do is have a serious discussion with her. Let her know that you considered her statements to be disrespectful and that, unless she plans to change her outlook, you no longer will be aroused by her. Either she is willing to change or she is not. If she goes to calling you names again, then she is probably too selfish or immature to appreciate you. Work ethics are a good thing but never get so busy making a living that you forget to make a life.<br /><br />Blessings,<br />ZaneZanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501825790906664050.post-89841117114862289712010-05-28T13:43:00.001-04:002010-05-28T13:43:30.157-04:00The Season Finale of Zane's Sex Chronicles TONIGHT!Do not forget to tune into the SEASON FINALE of "ZANE'S SEX CHRONICLES" tonight on CINEMAX at 12:05 AM. We are going out with a bang as the lead-in movie is one of my all-time favorites, TRAINING DAY, with Denzel Washington and Ethan Hawke.<br /><br />I want to thank everyone for supporting the series over the course of both seasons. If no one has told you that you are loved and appreciated today, I love and appreciate you.<br /><br />My next book, THE HOT BOX, will be released on August 10th. Please read the synopsis below. You can preorder it on most web sites. Also, so that I can heat up your summer with more than words, I am proud to announce that ZANE'S BOUDOIR, my lingerie company will have a soft launch in July and a hard launch in conjunction with the release of my book. THE HOT BOX COLLECTION is the first line, where I plan to redefine sensuality and style one body at a time. More details to follow.<br /><br />Also, if you are looking for a hot read for this weekend, you should check out any book by ALLISON HOBBS, the only woman on the planet freakier than me. Please visit www.stealingcandy.net for information about her upcoming title dealing with sex trafficking, something that has become much too prevalent in today's society. We have to protect our youth.<br /><br />I cannot express how grateful I am for all of your support. If you have not joined Planet Zane, you are missing out. We have such a good time over there. You can find all of the super freaks at www.planetzane.org. Lastly, do not forget that I have a free dating web site, www.blackgentlemen.com, also know as www.singledivas.net. And you can find me on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/18088876726.<br /><br />Have a blessed weekend and please let me know your thoughts about the season finale.<br /><br />Blessings,<br />Zane<br /><br /><br />The Hot Box by Zane<br /><br />Two women plus four men equals nothing but drama. “Hotbox” is a baseball drill that can be played with three or more players and two to four bases. The players take turns between being fielders and runners, ultimately trying to tag the rest of the players out. In “The Hot Box” by Zane, best friends Milena and Lydia are playing the game along with Jacour, Yosef, Glenn, and Phil. The only problem: the men do not realize that they are playing.<br /><br />Milena is a veterinarian who has lived a sheltered and dismal existence ever since leaving Jacour Bryant at the altar. Jacour had recently signed an eighty-five million dollar contract with the New York Yankees but Milena could not have cared less once she discovered his doggish ways. Jump ahead eight years and Jacour has returned to rural North Carolina to win Milena’s heart back… but there’s a serious problem. Milena has a new man; one that no one ever knew existed who has seemingly appeared out of nowhere. What ensues is a competition between Jacour and the mysterious and handsome stranger, Yosef, to win Milena’s heart, soul, and body that hasn’t been touched by a man in nearly a decade.<br /><br />Lydia is the complete opposite of Milena; she does not believe in recycling her virginity. In fact, she utilizes her sex daily to get what she wants. Working part-time as a grocery cashier is simply not the life that she desires. Residing with Glenn, her lover of three years, she is also sexually active with his best friend, Phil. Glenn is her Mr. Right but Phil is her Mr. Good Sex. Lydia dreams of getting away from small town America but, until she can make that happen, she is prepared to do whatever it takes to continue to have her bills paid… on time. Everything is all-good until Phil decides that he wants to change the parameters of their relationship, forcing Lydia to make a choice that she is clearly not prepared to make.<br /><br />Two women. Four men. Two love triangles. Three sections: Curveballs, Bases Loaded, and The Sweet Spot. Reading has never been this hot because once again, Zane is taking you outside of the box.Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501825790906664050.post-12697866143974761932010-05-27T10:27:00.000-04:002010-05-27T10:28:02.144-04:00A Female Condom Hater: An Advice QuestionDear Zane,<br /><br />Everyone has a freaky side but society makes it seems like it shouldn’t be that way. Your books make us open up. I have been having sex since the age of fifteen and I am now twenty. I can recall some of the times when the sex was good but my experiences have been more on the negative side. I have had sex raw a couple of times and it feels better than using a condom. The dude that I’m messing with will not have sex without a condom. The last time we had sex, I had to bring some lubricant. I can never stay wet when he has a condom on. Foreplay makes me soaking wet but as soon as he puts the condom on, I dry up quickly. Why is that? Another thing is that he has a big dick and the condom makes sex more difficult. I can’t even fuck him long enough for him to bust a nut in me. I have to give him a blowjob for him to come. <br /><br />Signed,<br />A Condom Hater<br /><br />Dear Condom Hater,<br /><br />People never cease to amaze me. They insist on using condoms during intercourse but leave them out of the equation during oral sex. Diseases can run rampant more in the mouth than anywhere else. It is admirable that the young man you are dealing with insists on using condoms but he is not truly protecting himself if you are sucking his dick. As for the dryness, I would suggest using various types of condoms until you find the right one that has enough lubricant to do the job. It could be that you are so hell bent on having sex raw that you have a mental block that defiantly ignites as soon as you see a condom whipped out. If this dryness persists, consult your OB/GYN. But the first thing you need to do is discuss his purpose in using condoms. It is only because he does not want to get you pregnant or is it to prevent STDs? Again, if you are humming on the mic, you are not preventing a damn thing.<br /><br />Blessings,<br />ZaneZanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501825790906664050.post-22721807574870152802010-05-27T09:42:00.001-04:002010-05-27T09:42:47.669-04:00Out of Control, Or Not?: An Advice QuestionDear Zane,<br /><br />I have been friends with this man for three years; he is blowing my mind both mentally and sexually. For the past couple of months, I find myself dreaming about him all of the time. With the exception of having sex once two years ago, we have remained simply friends. I did not let myself get caught up because he is in the reserves and I can’t see him as much as I want. After we had sex that one time, he was distant and avoided my text messages and phone calls. We eventually started our friendship back up and left sex out of the equation. Whenever he is in town, we hang out. He comes by my place or I drop by his. He never wants to leave and we talks for hours. We sleep on the sofa and he never forces sex. He comforts me whenever I have a problem. <br /><br />The no-sex, friendship thing has been turning me on. A couple of weeks ago, he came into town and over to my place. When I saw him, I wanted to fuck him so badly, and I did. It was so intense and afterwards I expected him to fall asleep but he didn’t. He asked where did that leave us. He is about to be on active duty full-time and he is not happy about that. I don’t want to stress him out even more but I do crave for a relationship. I thought that I had it all under control but I cannot just be his fuck buddy. He has all of the qualities that I desire in a man. We are both thirty-three. What advice do you have?<br /><br />Signed,<br />Out of Control<br /><br />Dear Out of Control,<br /><br />I don’t really see a negative in this, with the exception of your insecurities. The man has remained your friend for several years without sexing you on the regular. In my world, that means that his feelings for you are quite sincere and you should appreciate that. People fear the unknown and I think that while the two of you are quite comfortable in your connection, and feelings for each other, you both fear what may or may not happen. The one thing that I do know for sure is that trials and tribulations in life are much easier to bear with someone to walk beside of you and hold your hand. Yes, he is going on active duty and yes, you crave a lot of attention, so while the conditions may not be ideal, that does not negate you being ideal for each other.<br /><br />What you need to do now is have a deep, heartfelt conversation. He asked you where the recent lovemaking session leaves you. Only you can define your happiness and what you are willing or not willing to sacrifice in order to obtain it. He may not be there for you every day but there are some men who are around 24-7 and yet their women do not feel an ounce of love. Stop doubting him, and yourself, and appreciate and love that man.<br /><br />Blessings,<br />ZaneZanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501825790906664050.post-27713456838504625452010-05-24T20:12:00.000-04:002010-05-24T20:13:05.455-04:00A Horny Lost Teen: An Advice QuestionDear Zane,<br /><br />I have two problems. I have a skin disorder called psoriasis on my lower back and my crack. It is not that severe but I usually don’t let men hit it from the back because of it. How can I tell my partners that I’m self-cautious about that? My second problem is that I am five-four and I am a big girl. I weight about 234 pounds and I have stretch marks. I hate to take my shirt off during sex. How can I get over that?<br /><br />Signed,<br />Horny Lost Teen<br /><br />Dear Horny Lost Teen,<br /><br />Any man who lies down with you has already accepted you as you are. Without some level of attraction, you would not even be in the position to feel uncomfortable. As far as your weight, you can change that by simply realizing that you must burn more calories than you eat. That, coupled with exercise, will work wonders but until then, accept who you are. There is beauty in everyone and for those shallow-minded individuals who do not realize that, that is their issue and not yours.<br /><br />If you have not been to a dermatologist because of your psoriasis, then you should seek out an opinion. If you are on medication for it, then wait and see what happens. My bigger concern is that you do not feel comfortable with your lovers. That is what making love is all about. Being one with another person, free of worry and judgment. If that is not what you are getting from the experiences, you are lying down with the wrong men.<br /><br />Blessings,<br />ZaneZanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501825790906664050.post-71528106975769170322010-05-24T20:08:00.001-04:002010-05-24T20:08:40.310-04:00A Wife Scorned: An Advice QuestionDear Zane,<br /><br />I have been married for four years. Over the course of the past three, he has been flirting with other women on the computer and over the phone. He went out of town earlier this year and since the phone is in my name, I have full access to the call logs. Even though he realizes that, when I checked his photo files, there was a picture of what appeared to be his face buried in this bitch’s pussy. He denied it and went through a crying spell. I tried to confront the girl but she wouldn’t respond. We are still together and I don’t know why. There is some love there but he irks the shit out of me. I don’t even want him to touch me, let alone sex me, but I don’t know if I should try and make it work. Maybe you can give me some advice. Please help.<br /><br />Signed,<br />Wife Scorned<br /><br />Dear Wife Scorned,<br /><br />Even though your husband’s behavior is sad, what is truly sad is your confusion over what you should do about it. That level of disrespect can only lead to a continuance of the same, or worse. If seeing a photo of his face in another chick’s snatch is not enough to make you realize that he is not worth your time, I am not sure what would be. The fact that he has spent three-fourths of your marriage flirting with other women on the Internet and talking to them on the phone means that he is married but still looking. He clearly does not feel that you complete what he perceives to be his total package. You cannot make something work unless both parties are going to put forth the effort. So what if he cried? That’s what most men do when they get busted. They cry, beg for forgiveness, promise to never do it again, whip out their dicks to soothe things over, and then go right back to their doggish ways as soon as the opportunity presents itself; sometimes even the same day.<br /><br />He may have denied it but you know it was him. Why would a man have a photo of another man performing oral sex on a woman in his phone? Besides, you can recognize your own husband; even if it is only the back of his head. You have two options: you can accept that your husband is going to cheat on you regardless of your feelings, or you can put a stop to the ridiculous situation. He is not going to do anything because since you have apparently accepted that nonsense, he thinks that he has it made. Unfortunately way too many women do put up with blatant disrespect and that’s why men continue to do it.<br /><br />Blessings,<br />ZaneZanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501825790906664050.post-21095765933295356312010-04-23T09:09:00.000-04:002010-04-23T09:10:30.053-04:00An Update from ZaneDo not forget to check out "Zane's Sex Chronicles" tonight on Cinemax at 11:50 PM EST. The episode is called "The Stakeout" and you definitely don't want to miss it. We are more than halfway through the season and things are about to really heat up! If you are wondering about the web site that Hunter has been hanging out on to meet women on the show, www.blackgentlemen.com, does really exist. I own it and it is free to join. Please spread the word.<br /><br />Also, my next book “The Hot Box” will be released in August. You can find the synopsis below. It is a “scorcher!”<br /><br />Meanwhile, if you haven’t read “Total Eclipse of the Heart,” I hope that you will give it a shot. I have not heard one person say that they did not “LOVE” the book yet. That is a wonderful feeling as an author. <br /><br />“Stealing Candy” by my protégé, Allison Hobbs, is being released in July, along with “The Punany Experience: The War Between Tops and Bottoms” by Jessica Holter of The Punany Poets. We are going to heat up your summer! Right now, if you make any purchase on www.zanestore.com, you will receive a free advanced reading copy of one of those titles. Yes, you can get them before anyone else!<br /><br />You can also purchase the first season of “Zane’s Sex Chronicles” on DVD at www.zanestore.com.<br /><br />As always, thanks for the love. I love and appreciate you all. Have a wonderful and productive weekend. And remember: When God doesn’t give you what you want, it is because it’s not what you need.<br /><br />Follow me on Twitter at “PlanetZane.” MySpace at “Zaneland” and FaceBook as “ZaneStrebor.” Also, if you are really looking for the freakiest space on the Internet, join PlanetZane.org. In the coming weeks and months, I will be offering exclusive material only on Planet Zane. On Mondays, join me for my weekly Zaniac Chat at 10 PM EST. That is the only time and place that I chat. Planet Zane is 100% free so check it out.<br /><br />Blessings,<br />Zane<br /><br />The Hot Box by Zane<br /><br />Two women plus four men equals nothing but drama. “Hotbox” is a baseball drill that can be played with three or more players and two to four bases. The players take turns between being fielders and runners, ultimately trying to tag the rest of the players out. In “The Hot Box” by Zane, best friends Milena and Lydia are playing the game along with Jacour, Yosef, Glenn, and Phil. The only problem: the men do not realize that they are playing. <br /><br />Milena is a veterinarian who has lived a sheltered and dismal existence ever since leaving Jacour Bryant at the altar. Jacour had recently signed an eighty-five million dollar contract with the New York Yankees but Milena could not have cared less once she discovered his doggish ways. Jump ahead eight years and Jacour has returned to rural North Carolina to win Milena’s heart back… but there’s a serious problem. Milena has a new man; one that no one ever knew existed who has seemingly appeared out of nowhere. What ensues is a competition between Jacour and the mysterious and handsome stranger, Yosef, to win Milena’s heart, soul, and body that hasn’t been touched by a man in nearly a decade.<br /><br />Lydia is the complete opposite of Milena; she does not believe in recycling her virginity. In fact, she utilizes her sex daily to get what she wants. Working part-time as a grocery cashier is simply not the life that she desires. Residing with Glenn, her lover of three years, she is also sexually active with his best friend, Phil. Glenn is her Mr. Right but Phil is her Mr. Good Sex. Lydia dreams of getting away from small town America but, until she can make that happen, she is prepared to do whatever it takes to continue to have her bills paid… on time. Everything is all-good until Phil decides that he wants to change the parameters of their relationship, forcing Lydia to make a choice that she is clearly not prepared to make. <br /><br />Two women. Four men. Two love triangles. Three sections: Curveballs, Bases Loaded, and The Sweet Spot. Reading has never been this hot because once again, Zane is taking you outside of the box.Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501825790906664050.post-79452477511440901012010-04-16T21:37:00.001-04:002010-04-16T21:39:01.818-04:00The Hot Box by Zane--Coming this August<meta charset="utf-8"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The Hot Box by Zane</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Two women plus four men equals nothing but drama. “Hotbox” is a baseball drill that can be played with three or more players and two to four bases. The players take turns between being fielders and runners, ultimately trying to tag the rest of the players out. In “The Hot Box” by Zane, best friends Milena and Lydia are playing the game along with Jacour, Yosef, Glenn, and Phil. The only problem: the men do not realize that they are playing.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Milena is a veterinarian who has lived a sheltered and dismal existence ever since leaving Jacour Bryant at the altar. Jacour had recently signed an eighty-five million dollar contract with the New York Yankees but Milena could not have cared less once she discovered his doggish ways. Jump ahead eight years and Jacour has returned to rural North Carolina to win Milena’s heart back… but there’s a serious problem. Milena has a new man; one that no one ever knew existed who has seemingly appeared out of nowhere. What ensues is a competition between Jacour and the mysterious and handsome stranger, Yosef, to win Milena’s heart, soul, and body that hasn’t been touched by a man in nearly a decade.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Lydia is the complete opposite of Milena; she does not believe in recycling her virginity. In fact, she utilizes her sex daily to get what she wants. Working part-time as a grocery cashier is simply not the life that she desires. Residing with Glenn, her lover of three years, she is also sexually active with his best friend, Phil. Glenn is her Mr. Right but Phil is her Mr. Good Sex. Lydia dreams of getting away from small town America but, until she can make that happen, she is prepared to do whatever it takes to continue to have her bills paid… on time. Everything is all-good until Phil decides that he wants to change the parameters of their relationship, forcing Lydia to make a choice that she is clearly not prepared to make.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Two women. Four men. Two love triangles. Three sections: Curveballs, Bases Loaded, and The Sweet Spot. Reading has never been this hot because once again, Zane is taking you outside of the box.</span></p></span>Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501825790906664050.post-26377898425290310732010-04-16T14:36:00.001-04:002010-04-16T14:36:34.473-04:00Zane's Sex Chronicles on Cinemax TonightDon't miss tonight's episode of "Zane's Sex Chronicles" on Cinemax at 11:50 PM. It is called "On The Prowl." Please spread the word.Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501825790906664050.post-57579759990486699322010-04-09T14:52:00.000-04:002010-04-09T14:53:11.076-04:00Zane's Sex Chronicles Tonight!<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Please tune into Blind Date: Episode 6 of Zane’s Sex Chronicles, Season Two tonight at 11:35 PM on Cinemax. Thanks for all of the continuous support and love.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Also, I am extremely flattered to be among the other women in the below article on Black Voices. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://www.bvonmoney.com/2010/04/08/top-10-african-american-women-business/">http://www.bvonmoney.com/2010/04/08/top-10-african-american-women-business/</a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">If you have not read my latest book Total Eclipse of the Heart, I hope that you will check it out.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">For those of you interested in the DVDs of the first season of Zane’s Sex Chronicles, they can be purchased online from various web sites, including <a href="http://www.zanestore.com">www.zanestore.com</a>. Right now, if you place an order on <a href="http://www.zanestore.com">www.zanestore.com</a>, you will receive a free advanced reading copy of Allison Hobbs latest book, Stealing Candy. The book will not be released until July 2010 so you can be one of the first to read it. Like all of Allison Hobbs’ books, this one is a real page-turner. If you haven’t read any of her books, you are truly missing out as she is the only woman on the planet freakier than me.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">As always, thanks for the love and the support. I truly love and appreciate you all.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Blessings,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Zane</p> <!--EndFragment-->Zanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501825790906664050.post-54375367155470423592010-04-07T12:05:00.001-04:002010-04-07T12:06:53.929-04:00Air Dates for Zane's Sex ChroniclesHere are the airdates for the episode that premiered last Friday, in case you missed it, and the next three episodes. Please let everyone know. Thanks, Zane<br /><br />Episode 17: Physical Therapy<br />April 2nd, 12:30am – EPISODE PREMIERE<br />April 4th, 3:00am<br />April 6th, 11:50pm<br />April 7th, 1:20am<br />April 10th, 12:10am<br />April 11th, 12:20am<br /><br />Episode 18: Blind Date<br />April 9th, 11:35pm – EPISODE PREMIERE<br />April 11th, 12:50am<br />April 13th, 11:45pm<br />April 14th, 1:45am<br />April 17th, 1:10am<br /><br />Episode 19: On the Prowl<br />April 16th, 11:50pm – EPISODE PREMIERE<br />April 18th, 3:10am<br />April 20th, 12:05am<br />April 21st, 3:00am<br />April 24th, 12:00am<br /><br />Episode 20: The Stakeout<br />April 23rd, 11:50pm – EPISODE PREMIERE<br />April 25th, 3:00am<br />April 27th, 12:15am<br />April 28th, 1:30am<br />May 1st, 11:45pm<br />May 2nd, 12:40amZanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08258348500714142161noreply@blogger.com3