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Saturday, 14 July 2018

Sad

 Sadness

On a day today
I feel so sad
I don't know why
And I don't castaway.
Are you awake?
Are you sure you’d call again?
I feel sad.
Happiness does not live here
Saturated with sadness
I'm gone.

Friday, 13 July 2018

EIGHT





In the back of a wraith, we’re zooming off to a place where roses always bloom.
We’re off on a vacation hoping to get there by eight, the stars are bright on this very night and it’s all devoid of gloom.
It’s a night time cruise, the mood is aided by the music and the speakers are blaring out blues.
We’re lip locked at the back like teenagers returning from prom.
Your lips are all strawberry and vanilla, I’m tempted to ask who you got your lips from.
My hands run through your hair and I’m thinking about how I want to live all of my life with you in a villa.
Forever with you in a château somewhere around the parc des princes just because I want to ball with you.
The chauffeur is stepping on the gas and the acceleration seems to be reflecting our mood.
Heartbeat is on the high even bobby shmurda couldn’t envisage this shmood.
We’re at that very moment when everything seems to align for our good.
I swear to god that I didn’t plan to smear your lipstick.
It’s just that you’ve got the left side of my chest struck with a heart-shaped spear that’s why in my breast’s pocket there’s a diamond ring and on your left hand fourth finger is where I want it stuck.
My life with you has been a ride way better than the Rolls Royce that we’re cozied in.
My lips are sealed even if it’s really hard to keep it to myself, I’m waiting till 8 to do a big reveal.
All of your friends are waiting at the other end, your mum and pops too.
The place popping with white and pink, assorted flowers and scented candles just to aww up your view.
I want you blushing just the same way the blood in my veins are heating up and my heart is fiercely pumping.
Even your name is of eight letters, my mind takes a leap whenever all of it is pronounced as a noun.
I’m thankful to all of those men who treated you like a clown because without them I wouldn’t have gotten you.
You would have been hidden from my view, so in view of that I’d be extending an invite to all of them.
This is not to throw shade but I wouldn’t really care if they took it that way.
They lost a gem and I gained one more precious than the most precious of all precious stones.
I swear that I am in love with you, from my head to my heart to the rest of my organs and bones.
Let the world watch me defend you better than Phil’ jones.
The clock ticks closer to 8 and the tires screeching closer to our destination.
I’m nervous, wondering if you’d gladly jump in this ship with me.
It’s obvious though that I am probably the man caught up in one of those doubting Thomas moments.
I’m not oblivious of the fact that you love me, I’d wait till 8 and even if yous say no, there would be no woman in the world who would be worth the wait.






Monday, 9 July 2018

My Flawa II

Relaxed in Aminu's room, I downed two shots of scotch to loosen up, to have my guts at its best, the room was too neat, everything was placed and in order, the air conditioner was cooling frantically, Aminu had ordered a well-grilled chicken with barbecue sauce, the aroma was the first to come in, my love for chicken at that time was strong, a special bond I had with it, Aminu's barbecue had the northern recipe, it was nothing I had tasted before, it came with fried yam, I ate it with joy. The gesture was that which my mother would describe as fattening the goat to make it sellable, I was doing all I was warned about and on the premise of the family perceived enemy! I cared less, I wanted to live my life, I would convince myself that I am of age, instead of seeing myself as a 17years old, I prefer to say I am 17+.

I got comfortable after my meal, Aminu sat across on a room sofa while I was on the edge of the bed, he smiled continually like it was his job, we began to talk, his words started its magic again, all it will take to resist him is to be a dunce, if you are intelligent in its slightest; you cannot help but love Aminu's person. He so talked that I carried my own self to the sofa to sit on his lap, I was assured that no one could dare to come into his room. I began to kiss him on his demand and the journey began. My sixth sense organ was engulfed in lust that the about to happen fornication seem noble, I convinced myself that it was going to be worth it, my nipples were alert like knights, every move he made was construed as sexual by me, his saliva was sweet mixed with my savoury and peppery saliva created a recipe I cannot put a name on, I played with his hair, he had a lot of them as the kissing went on, I felt rivulets journey down by below, he unzipped my dress, the care he handled my dress with - whilst pulling it off turned me on even more, he had respect for my expensive rag. He carried me to the bed, hitting my back on the foam; I saw flashes of my mom, It became blurry and faded quickly when Aminu's mouth closed on my nipple, "arrrrrgh" I exhaled.

My Flawa

The day we parted ways.

Wow! I remember it clearly, the day I loosed it, the day I broke the unwritten law, the day I became a woman by the order of sexuality, I grew not to regret it, it took a lot not to be spiteful about, I just laugh it off, surprisingly it had become a story worth sharing even if it is for the laughs. If the wise look thoroughly, however, there are some lessons in it, as subtle as they may seem; they are quite palpable depending on how you choose to read it.

Drunk 1.


A drunk story.

In her very short life, She’s been drunk a lot of times, but the most memorable ones are just thrice. The first day she ever tasted alcohol, she promised never to anymore. Bitter! She moaned.
Back to the story😂

Tuesday, 3 July 2018

DAIRY OF THOUGHTS

Now you feel like a distant memory fading into oblivion.
As the days drag, your name has become far from my lips  hence on my timeline you hardly get a mention.
I remember when my mind was never at ease because you had all of my attention.
I remember when my mind had refused to let go, it had held on tightly for years till it finally lost its grips.
Who would have thought I'd get over you? Just yesterday I was mad over you.
Now you're faded...your name crops up in a conversation and immediately I feel Jaded.
Back in the good ol' days you sure know I wouldn't have hesitated.
Finally I can love again, get my hands dirty in another tussle for love.
Fall again like dew to earth, feel the freedom as I flap my wings...the cool breeze kissing me from beak to feathers.
So I guess this then is goodbye.
I guess this is where your ink dries off my page.
It was fun while it lasted.
It really was.

Monday, 2 July 2018

TMNS 8

I'm going to cum," I said quietly although my breathing was getting faster with the exquisite touch of her mouth and tongue on my cock.

Skkkkrrr!

TMNS 8

 I stood up and reached out and, holding her small hands in my hands, I pulled her to her feet. Her brow frowned under her blonde her and I could tell she was puzzled at what was going to happen next. I quickly sat down in the chair she had vacated and she turned to face me.

TMNS 7

Still touching and kissing her tits, I eased myself down so I was kneeling, and carefully moved between her legs, gently forcing her legs apart as I moved closer so she didn't notice in her excitement. I couldn't resist touching her long sexy legs and I softly slid my hands up the outside of her legs, and then the inside. Her body quivered when I touched her legs and she unconsciously shifted forward in the chair, her body seemingly eager to get closer to me.

I slipped my hands up, under her mini skirt and stroked higher on the inside of her soft thighs. My own heart was beating faster now that I was getting closer to my prize. She was wearing matching white lace panties and I dragged my finger across her pussy over the thin fabric. I felt her voluntarily spread her legs wider and she moved against my hand now that she was so turned on from my attention to her tits.

Friday, 29 June 2018

DIARY OF THOUGHTS

I lost my mood.
I swear to God I lost my groove.
My pen went dry and mind went on snooze.
I lost the love for what I loved the most.
My mind was faraway thinking about who I loved the most.
That's me, and it's not a thumbs down to the woman I'm in love with, it's just that I was in that type of zone where it seemed like it was me versus everybody.
Figuratively beaten up, my clothes torn and nose were bloody.
My mind was frozen, these past days have been the coldest.
Angry at everything and furious at everyone, all of it has been so topsy-turvy.
With each passing day it seems I go a level lower in this depression.
Fighting to satisfy the world, dem troway face go one side like sey i no dey leave any lasting impressions.
Hence this is me being saddened by the fact that I let these things get to me.
I'm in a fist fight with myself like XXX in that SAD video.
My pupils are dilated and of course it's clear that I'm high.
High on this dysfunctional drug called pain.
There is no gain in brooding but you can tell that to my feet which are afraid of the size of the shoes they are about to fill.
My mind doesn't feel at home no more.
It's all panicky, scrambling door to door looking for a place where it can lay safely.
Suddenly my body gave up because my psyche couldn't find its safety.
I would float through hours. ghosting through days because finally everything seemed sour.
In truth all year it's been a bout and a battle.
Relapse and recovery, this back and forth seeming like I've been playing Eminem's albums all year long.
Every song telling a story of how I've fought, won and lost.
Finally I'm back and everything seems on track.
Sometime in the nearest future I might crack and I might loose my way again.
It is clear now , that each time I wrestle him and I lose, the next time I come out alot more stronger than I once was.

Tuesday, 26 June 2018

Teaching mirabella new skills 6


Slowly I started to rub lower down her front, tracing the contour of her bra under her top and I felt her body start to tremble. I held my breath and without pausing I deftly undid the button of her blouse, and then the next one. Mirabella didn't stop me. Continuincg down I undid all remaining buttons on her silk blouse and I returned to stroking her soft and sensitive skin.

Saturday, 23 June 2018

TMANS 5

I  paused for a moment to watch her. She was slightly bent forward over my table with her long hair cascading from her head. I smiled as one of my dreams popped back into my head and I felt my cock swelling, but then I remembered that this was real life.

TMANS 4

She seemed to calming down a bit now, I turned round and started to make the coffee for Mirabella whilst trying to find out what was wrong with her tonight. "How come you don't have your key, Mirabella?"
"Oh, I wasn't going to be home so early because I'd gone out to a party and my parents weren't picking me up until eleven. But I had to leave early."

TMANS 3

Her long hair cascaded from her head to just below her shoulders and she was wearing a tight blouse with the top two buttons undone, revealing her cleavage and a white lace bra. Her skirt was a short flowing skirt that stopped a few inches above her knees. Her legs were bare and she was wearing a high heeled shoe.
I realized I was staring for too long, and looking up and down at her sexy body, but she didn't seem to notice. Mirabella just stood there looking upset.

Teaching mirabelle a new skill 2

Having the Russells move in next to me was good, Soon enough me and Mirabella got along and we really liked each other.

Teaching mirabelle a new skill 1

It was four months ago when my new neighbors moved in. I was used to the neighboring house being empty since the previous occupants had moved out a few months earlier,I went out to meet Mr and Mrs Russell when they first arrived and we seemed to get on well, although that wasn't too much of a surprise However it was Mr and Mrs Russell's daughter who caught most of my attention when she arrived the following day after they moved in.

My deisre 3

That soft slide, crazy inching, queer twists,
Everything driving me insane.
The way you fill me up, the way i scream your name, I don’t ever want to let you go.
I’m going insane on you and I don’t ever want to wake from this place.

Your arms, my home, my solace and my desire.

My desire 2

Slight pucker of your lips,
Soft tender feels,
Shivers when you place them on me,
And you lick down my spine,

My desire 1

The feel of your hands around me,
I don’t want you to leave,
You’re my masterpiece.

TEACHING MIRABELLA A NEW SKILL. 🔞🍆👅💦

It was four months ago when my new neighbors moved in. I was used to the neighboring house being empty since the previous occupants had moved out a few months earlier,I went out to meet Mr and Mrs Russell when they first arrived and we seemed to get on well, although that wasn't too much of a surprise However it was Mr and Mrs Russell's daughter who caught most of my attention when she arrived the following day after they moved in. Mirabella was just a couple of months past her eighteenth birthday and was an incredibly sexy yet innocent looking girl. She was light skinned like her mother and wore wonderfully light and short skirts that showed off her long smooth legs. Mirabella was really pretty with her mother's blue eyes and her tight tops clearly demonstrated that she had young and firm breasts.Having the Russells move in next to me was good, Soon enough me and Mirabella got along and we really liked each other.
It was about 8pm and I was just finishing up some work I had brought home when my doorbell rang. When I answered my door I was surprised to find Mirabella standing there, and she was obviously upset. Her eyes were red and slightly puffy and she seemed out of breath. However this was at complete odds with the rest of her look, she was dressed up to be obviously sexy. Her long hair cascaded from her head to just below her shoulders and she was wearing a tight blouse with the top two buttons undone, revealing her cleavage and a white lace bra. Her skirt was a short flowing skirt that stopped a few inches above her knees. Her legs were bare and she was wearing a high heeled shoe.
I realized I was staring for too long, and looking up and down at her sexy body, but she didn't seem to notice. Mirabella just stood there looking upset.

"Hello Mirabella, what's up?", "Would you like to come in?"

"Yes please, Mark," she quickly answered, "I'm locked out of my house. Mum and Dad are out until later and I don't have my key."
I gestured for her to come into the house, 
"Let me get you a drink Mirabella, and please sit down."

"Thank you Mark, I really need a drink. Can I have a coffee?"

She seemed to calming down a bit now, I turned round and started to make the coffee for Mirabella whilst trying to find out what was wrong with her tonight. "How come you don't have your key, Mirabella?"
"Oh, I wasn't going to be home so early because I'd gone out to a party and my parents weren't picking me up until eleven. But I had to leave early."

"Why did you have to leave?" I asked her.

"Oh, boyfriend trouble. It is just..." and she left her sentence hanging in the air.

The way she said it suggested to me that she wanted someone to talk to, and whilst I didn't really want to talk about her boyfriend.
"Here's your coffee Mirabella, and have you told your parents that you left the party early?"

"No, not yet." She grasped the coffee mug and cupped her hands round it, warming them up. I noticed that she had painted her fingernails a bright red.
I  paused for a moment to watch her. She was slightly bent forward over my table with her long hair cascading from her head. I smiled as one of my dreams popped back into my head and I felt my cock swelling, but then I remembered that this was real life.
I paused while I thought. I looked at pretty young Mirabella sitting across the table from me, her ample breasts pushing against her silk blouse and my eyes were drawn to the soft skin of her cleavage. I made up my mind: I wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste. She might be tired, sad and vulnerable but all that meant was that now was the time to seduce this lovely girl. My cock stirred at the thought of taking Mirabella but I knew I had to get this right.
"Mark could you please help massage my shoulders a little bit?, am really stressed out." 
 I moved behind her and I gently stroked her shoulders, rubbing her tense muscles.
 Slowly, however, I could feel her shoulders starting to move and relax and then I heard the click as she placed her cup on the table in front of her. While I massaged her shoulders I bent and pulled her silky blonde hair back from her soft neck before placing my lips against her lovely sweet tasting skin. I heard her soft moan when I kissed her and I could feel a sudden drop in her shoulders as she relaxed.

I spent a few minutes kissing her neck and nibbling at her ears, all the time I could hear her breath getting slower as she relaxed under my ministrations. Now that she was relaxed I intended on getting her turned on.

Slowly I started to rub lower down her front, tracing the contour of her bra under her top and I felt her body start to tremble. I held my breath and without pausing I deftly undid the button of her blouse, and then the next one. Mirabella didn't stop me. Continuing down I undid all remaining buttons on her silk blouse and I returned to stroking her soft and sensitive skin.

I drifted my hand across her tits and I felt her stiff nipples through the thin material of her white lace bra. Her breathing started to get quicker when I touched her tits and I guessed she liked them being touched and was anticipating what was going to happen just as I was.

Taking my chance I swiveled the chair in which she was sitting so that she was no longer facing the table and I stood in front of her. She had her eyes averted, looking down as if she was still not sure about what was going on. I looked down at her beautiful body and saw her the soft skin of her cleavage and the young tits encased by the lace bra.

Bending over I took one of her tits in my mouth and sucked through the lace material while gently flicking my tongue over her nipple. I heard a low moan when my mouth first touched her and I knew I was getting somewhere. Encouraged, I spent some time kissing, fondling, sucking and licking her tits and she responded by moaning and trembling as she sat in my kitchen.

Emboldened I reached round and undid her bra, pulling the cups down to reveal her young tits. And what wonderful tits they were; soft, smooth and pert as they stood there without the support of the bra. Eagerly I returned to my sucking and licking and she moaned louder at the touch of my mouth and tongue on her bare young tits.

Still touching and kissing her tits, I eased myself down so I was kneeling, and carefully moved between her legs, gently forcing her legs apart as I moved closer so she didn't notice in her excitement. I couldn't resist touching her long sexy legs and I softly slid my hands up the outside of her legs, and then the inside. Her body quivered when I touched her legs and she unconsciously shifted forward in the chair, her body seemingly eager to get closer to me.

I slipped my hands up, under her mini skirt and stroked higher on the inside of her soft thighs. My own heart was beating faster now that I was getting closer to my prize. She was wearing matching white lace panties and I dragged my finger across her pussy over the thin fabric. I felt her voluntarily spread her legs wider and she moved against my hand now that she was so turned on from my attention to her tits.

I pushed and rubbed around her pussy entrance, her lace panties getting wet as I pressed them into her slit. She was moaning again, her ass shifting in the chair as she tried to get more of my touch. Deftly I moved her panties to one side to open up her pussy to my hands. Now I stroked her bare pussy with my hands and I was surprised to find that she was shaved and smooth. Her moans were louder and I rubbed up and down her pussy, spreading her juices that gave away her excitement.

Bending down I brought my head close to her pussy and I breathed in deeply, inhaling the delicious aroma of young pussy. I moved even closer and licked her pussy, and she tasted wonderful. Finding her clit I discovered that it was engorged and I licked around it before sucking on it gently. At my touch she gave out a yelp, and then a slow moan and her hips bucked as she moved against my tongue.
Suddenly I felt her pussy clamp even tighter around my fingers and then her pussy started to pulse around them. I heard her cry out "Oh my God, yessss" and she screamed as I continued to lick her clit.

Her orgasm seemed to last for minutes as she squirmed against me, forcing my fingers deeper, until she gradually slumped back onto her chair and relaxed.

I brought my fingers out of her pussy and I straightened my back, looking up at her. I saw a contented look on her pretty face and her eyes were half closed with a half smile on her red lips.

Mirabella opened her gorgeous eyes and looked at me, "I...I...never knew it could be like that," she sighed.

I grinned back at her "And that is just the start."

She opened her eyes wider wondering what was going to happen, but she didn't move away or tell me to stop

Mirabella was still slumped back in the kitchen chair with her blouse fallen open revealing her uncovered pert tits. She was still breathing heavily.

I stood up and reached out and, holding her small hands in my hands, I pulled her to her feet. Her brow frowned under her blonde her and I could tell she was puzzled at what was going to happen next. I quickly sat down in the chair she had vacated and she turned to face me.

"Kneel down Mirabella,", I ordered, "it is your turn to help me."
"I've not, you know, touched a man there with my mouth before, Mark".

"Just kneel down Mirabella, it will come naturally." I assured her, my cock hardening even more at the thought of being the first to have my cock in her young mouth.

I guided her down so she was kneeling between my legs at my feet. Mirabella looked up at me,Taking the lead I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants and reached in and pulled out my almost erect cock. I held my cock there, and Mirabella looked down, staring at my 7 inched rifle. Reaching out she wrapped her small pretty hand around the shaft of my hard cock. Her hand was so soft on my cock and I could feel the blood pumping into my cock as I swelled up larger at her touch. Mirabella started pumping her hand up and down on my cock and I was surprised at how firmly she gripped my cock until I realized that she had obviously had given a handjob before because she seemed so confident.

When my cock was fully erect I motioned to Mirabella to bend down. Obeying me she leaned over my cock and I had a wonderful view down her front as her pert tits fell completely free of her blouse. Gently she kissed the tip of my cock and in return it jumped. Giggling, Mirabella kissed my cock again and it jumped again. It felt wonderful when her soft lips touched the sensitive head of my hard cock.

"Take it into your mouth, Mirabella ," I urged her.

Smiling at me she pulled back the foreskin from my hard cock and bent over it again. This time she opened her mouth and slid her red lips over my cock, drawing it into her small mouth. 
She then took my cock further into her mouth, sliding her red lips down the shaft until the end of my cock hit the back of her mouth. Slowly she moved back, her lips tight around me as she let my hard cock pop out of her mouth. Then she started a great rhythm on my cock as she fucked me with her mouth, all the time looking at me with her sexy eyes while I watched my cock appear and then disappear into her young mouth. Mirabella started to gently play with my balls while she sucked me and I could feel my cum starting to rise in my cock.


"I'm going to cum," I said quietly although my breathing was getting faster with the exquisite touch of her mouth and tongue on my cock.