Juice Box: The Book of Shaun
by Daneal Brown
Genre: Urban Erotic Romance
Shaun Sheppard is equal parts hood-grown homeboy and corporate success. He dominates boardrooms by day and tears up the club by night, searching for the finest and juiciest women he can find. He’s locally famous for both his marketing tactics and his sexual escapades. Having coined the phrase juice box to describe the female anatomy, he considers himself to be a connoisseur of juice boxes far and wide. He has no intentions of slowing down his corporate climb or taming his sex drive.
Until he sees Essence.
From the moment Shaun lays eyes on Essence, he can’t get her off his mind. She dominates his dreams, invades his thoughts at work, and all other women pale in comparison to her. He gets hooked on her juice box before he ever speaks to her.
When he’s presented with a truly golden opportunity, Shaun thinks this is his time to shine and gets on his grind. But he’s soon met with twists and turns that he couldn’t even begin to fathom. His seemingly unquenchable thirst for the juice box comes back to haunt him and puts a strain on his budding love affair with Essence.
In the end, Shaun must decide if he’s going to get the juice box, or if the juice box is going to get him.
Enjoying the music and the vibe, I was looking for Chad to finally show up. He never did, and Cherry was still super close. She began rubbing on my leg. “Damn daddy he is laying on your leg! I like that shit!” Cherry said in a tempting tone, then she licked my pants where my dick was laying.
“Cherry, Cherry you're fucked up. Where the fuck Chad at?” By this time she had put her drink down next to me and started unzipping my pants. Next, she placed her hands on my thigh; they were cold and wet hands from her Malibu and pineapple drink. The cold sensation sent a chill through my body.
Cherry looked me dead in my eyes and said, “I’m bout to have your dick in my hands and you're worried about where Chad at?”
Looking down at my pants I said, “I thought you were zipping my shit back up, I mean I am fucked up ya kn--!” Before I could finish my statement, Cherry bent over and stuffed my semi hardened dick into her mouth. She pulled it out her mouth and licked it as it hardened, and then pushed it to the back of her throat. Being drunk and having your dick in someone’s hot and wet mouth could make any man forget he was in the middle of a club.
As I went to grab her by the back of her head, Cherry started stroking my dick with quick jabs of her tongue until it was standing straight up. She stuck her tongue out to let spit slowly roll down, and the spit hung from her mouth to the tip of my dick. She bent over, licked and sucked the vein on the right side of my dick, following that with long strong deep throat action.
For the next couple of minutes, Cherry sucked, spit, and slobbed on it while the hottest songs of the month played through the speaker I sat on.
“Cherry, I think someone might be watching us,” I told her in between songs to try and get her to chill.
“Let them watch a pro suck that dick then,” was her only reply. Suddenly Cherry stopped and massaged my dick with her hands. “I can’t get on it like I want to. Meet me outside by my car.” She then placed my dick back into my boxers, zipped my pants back up, and walked off like a boss. I followed her outside even though I felt this was not right. But anyone that's ever had a hard dick knows, that dick brain out thinks the one on top of your head almost every time.
When I walked up on Cherry’s all white Tahoe, I didn’t see her at first. She was short, so I just thought she was on the other side. I walked around and still didn’t see her, and I began thinking it was a joke. Then the back-driver side window came down and Cherry instructed me to join her in the back seat. And just like that, without missing a beat, Cherry was back breathing hard and sucking the shit out of my dick. Her mouth felt like a wet pillow on my dick. Her head game was A- 1 and I loved every second of it.
With my eyes closed, I laid back into the seat and enjoyed the feeling. Then she stopped. I opened my eyes to see her lifting her dress up. After she slid her panties off, she began removing my pants. She sat on top in the reverse cowgirl position. She began bouncing hard as she could up and down on my dick. Cherry’s fingernails pierced my skin as she squeezed harder every time she shifted her body up and down.
“Oooooooh shit, this dick is so good to me.” Cherry laid her head back so I could kiss and nibble on her neck and ears as she rode me.
“You like that ma? This pussy is wet as fuck,” I moaned in her ear.
Cherry sped up while tightening her pussy muscles on the tip of my head. Her thick moisture was running down my balls.
“Shaun this dick is so good to me. Awweeeee fuck!”
I grabbed her titties and wrapped my arms around her to slow her down some. I began shifting my body forward as she threw hers back. “Right there, right there. Don’t move a muscle. Get this pussy. Oooohhh, I want to nut on this dick.” I was about to nut.
BOOM BOOM BOOM we heard at the front passenger door. Cherry froze and covered her titties with her arms. Someone was knocking on the window, and then a flash of light came through the passenger side window. The light was smaller than that of a flashlight, it was more like from a cell phone.
“Who the fuck is that?” I whispered in Cherry’s ear.
Cherry tried looking past the light then said, “That’s Chad ass.” She cracked the window. “What the fuck Chad, you trying to scare the fuck out of me tonight?”
This is when things got a little interesting and things went from great, too bad, back to great in a matter of minutes.
“The question is Cherry what the fuck are you doing?”
With a bitch please look on her face Cherry responded, “What the fuck does it look like Chad? I’m tryna catch a nut muthafucka.”
Daneal Brown has been creative all of his life, but he didn’t start focusing his creativity on writing until he began attending high school in Atlanta, GA. His writing started out as poetry, which later became raps. Being a huge rap music fan, Daneal tried his hands at many rap styles, but storytelling became his signature style. His love for storytelling intensified in college when he was a student at Grambling State University.
After graduating and entering the real world, Daneal got away from writing his tales, but his writing was revived after seeing a writing challenge on Facebook. He hopes that his writing takes people into a zone where they lose themselves and rekindle lost emotions. When asked about his writing style, he said it’s out the box, spontaneous, entertaining, and he doesn’t plan on sticking to one genre. Daneal’s first book, Juice Box, is due out in August 2018.
My writing style is 75% visualization after I visualize two chapters or so, I jot down notes in my phone as a guide. Then, I knock out two or three chapters at a time. That’s usually the first process, once I get it out of me then I can go back and make it pretty, lol! Now the strange thing about my writing is that, especially with my first book, I write most of my sex scenes while listening to Gospel music, long story, we will have to visit that on another day lol
If you’ve read and enjoyed my book, you can thank my wife. My wife was a big inspiration for Juice Box, put your thinking cap on for that one lol! The title is my nickname for her. Okay, that’s all I’ll say lol. The characters in Juice Box, all have something in common with someone that I know personally. The main character is a mixture of three people. For example, Essence has my wife’s qualities. Yeah, I
mean every character is a mixture of a few people that I know. The concept was to create a world of black professionals, some with gutter backgrounds. You know the books about the plugs baby momma, the dope boy with a heart was what everyone expected from me in my first book. I just wanted to take a different approach and shock some people. Don’t get it twisted I write that shit too, but I felt it was oversaturated, so I wanted to create a conflicted love story. Again, the characters are people I mixed together and made their babies, lol.
I also wanted to make sure that readers knew what made the characters tick. So, for example with Shaun, it was money and sex. Essence’s ticks you will learn in Juice Box 2. Cherry had the same motivations as Shaun Money with the exception of fashion. Chad’s motivation, well he’s hella sneaky, but good people though. You’ll see what I mean when you read the book.
Juice Box is my baby and just like my real child, I wouldn’t change anything about it at all. I’ve learned a lot from Juice Box, I see some issues with it, but I still wouldn’t change a thing. Because the experience taught me how to write scenes and blend them. I also got to put my graphic design skills to use by making the cover for it as well. Next up is my new baby, the new novel Mischief Island. With any luck you’ll be able to see both in the future on a screen from the comfort of your home while chilling with your own Juice Box lol
Okay folks, thank you so much for rolling with me through this process of becoming your favorite writer. I appreciate every review, purchase, and please believe y’all are my motivation. Without y’all there is no Daneal Brown the writer
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