delilah

Its been such a looongg time I wrote. I miss writing here.. I've been so absorbed with the new guy I met. Flash back, we hooked up at a business dinner. Man was a hot mother fucker and honestly, I could wait to spread wide for him. He was everything. Sexy. Intelligent and career oriented.

Hamil

Things have been going bad for me recently. Ever since I fisted that woman's cunt, she's been stalking me. I get crazy random calls and texts from her and ITS SO CONFUSING. I'm afraid to admit to anyone that i'm scared because i don/t know how they will react. I mean, I'm a man!

I'm truly scared of this woman stalking me though. okay, let me explained what happened. So, after i brought her to orgasm like 3 different times in public with my fist, I suddenly lost interest. I dont lead woman on and I am not a pretender. I told her upfront that this is just a one time thing and it was nice to meet her, bla bla black sheep.

She looked hurt and I hardened my mind. She begged me for a favor for her to at least bring me pleasure in return. I almost agreed until I saw the desperation in her eyes. I almost fell for it but no. I just got out from some altercation with 2 cougars and it was such a big issue. I'm not ready for some woman to catch feelings for me.

Now she's stalking me, so i'm scared. What to do now?

naija girl today

I got the interview and it was a fiasco. Remember I had that episode of where my suit skirt got torn. Well it was awful. I rushed into the company's restroom to see what i could do salvage my suit before it was my turn.

I was in there when one motherly looking woman came in, looking all concerned and all. I didn't know when i spilled all my woes on her and I even told her that this company is not my best choice, but i will manage it.

I noticed her countenance went cold, but i was too agonized to care. Voila, the same woman conducted the interview. I t was then i knew my big mouth has gotten me into big trouble.

HIS SISTER, MY ADEOLA (PART 3)

The past few weeks has been the best of my life!!!
Who knew that Adeola could be so humorous, my insides swelled with the urge to se pe fun segun... But I couldn't rain curse words down on my future in-law, God just save im nyash walahi.  

I hadn't seen her since our encounter at 'Alhaji's house', but it seemed like we saw daily, all thanks to the internet and of course Meister Zuckerberg. I really needed to see her soon, else woe may betide me.

DIARY OF THOUGHTS

I love a woman but I fear her the most, she could put me on toast, she could shut down my boast.
The texture of the fabric of her mind is indeed amazing, demonic and angelic, an irony in flesh and spirit.
I'm fascinated by the way her mood flickers.
Some times she kicks ass. 

Diary of a Poet 4

Racy in purple lace draped across her bare skin
Caressing her womanhood inviting him within
Robbins tied around her like a present to unwrap
Purple lace that see through showing off her swollen slit
He slides it off her shoulders letting it wrap around her waist
Slowly anticipating just how sweet she's going to taste
Untying the white ribbons as they slide between her thigh
As she feels his passion begin to rise
Then she sits on top of him eager to please
As she slides her wetness across his throbbing pulse with ease
Taking a new position of sitting on her knees
As she taste her own sin with the mixture of his leak
Then of excitement that builds up between his legs
The she cleans him off with her throat and a slightly messy gag
As the pressure starts to build, he's about to let go
Let go of his liquid love inside me as it flows
Then they lay together enjoying the warmth of their mixture
A forever love that's a flesh combined liquid elixir

Taxify driver

All I wished for is a thought printer

What an interesting thing will be read.. 

Is it the thought of undressing the taxify driver!

Hamil BDSM story 2

Dear diary,

Her pussy is directly above her head and I can't wait anymore. I pull out my engorged cock and slipped it into her. She gave a ragged moan and I can see the sweat dripping despite the cold.

Facade (Funbi's Diary) three

ABEOKUTA
We set out to Abeokuta 11am this morning, after my last class for the week, we will be spending about six days in Abeokuta, I was excited and scared simultaneously,

How I lost my Virginity 2- diary of a single woman 4

Dear diary..

Glitter is here again.
Yes, I was retaking you with my tale. So, yeah, I licked the shaft of his dick- I'm quite adept at that's I've had countless boyfriends to practice on.

HIS SISTER, MY ADEOLA (Diary Entry 2)

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You are David, right??

Like an oak tree I was rooted to the ground and took an eternity to speak, half of the time I was thinking 'bout what to say, the other half I used in checking her out... Trust me she really looked lovely.

Hamil BDSM story

Dear diary,

Today took a turn for the best I can say. Turned out that I wasn't going to be the guy below. My client brought in another sexy woman who loved to be dominated.

Delilah Dirty Diary 7

Dear diary.

Its been so long I had time to write in you. I've been overwhelmed with work and I'm usually exhausted. Anyway, today, I saw Him. He was with her. My cousin.

Diary of a Poet

With my quill and ink I sit and think, of the journeys left to speak.

How I love to weave and tangle my words neatly upon ones mind.

Facade (Funbi's Diary)

PAST FEW DAYS
The past few days have been interesting, school resumed fully two days ago, things are happening fast, lectures here and there, it is nothing like I was told, I was told the negligent attitude towards work by the lecturers, how they love to skip classes especially in the first three weeks of resumption, my informants buttress how idle the school the school can be, the three weeks is regarded as the flexing week for students, many types of orientation take place in the three weeks span, so much, that you will recognize the path each individual had adopted for himself. Some sets will be indulged in heavy party spree, alcohol, smoking, and drugs (that in its order is an orientation), some will after certain encounter can become a pastor in this three weeks, it is said that these religious bodies or individuals move around scouting for "vessels" for God/Allah as the case may be, some will discover some education threatening passion such as music, acting, modeling and the likes as a result of relative personnel selling the idea to them. Many students in this notorious time frame lose different things, such as money, time, focus and in some cases, especially the female, they lose their dignity, many female students as it is said become women in this three weeks, Wunmi told me some got into the prostitution profession during these times.

I looked forward to this time, I wanted to verify before bearing witness to the very popular gospel, all to no avail! Both hostel and classroom carry a totally opposite vibration, maybe I am not looking hard enough or probably I am in a part of this school where our lives are regimented and our exposure controlled.

Fun about the past days is I have gotten to bond with Sitzwe a lot, I spend any spare leisure with him, I have gotten more comfortable with him, we have talked a big deal, he seems to know all about me, he is a potent dose of good vibes, he has this rebel nature, there is something deep about his grasp of issues, his perception thrills me. He is brilliant academically, he got a wonderful innate to impact knowledge, he has managed to keep me ahead of my class through his deft teaching, he gave me books from his freshman and sophomore years to study with, does research with me,  help me with assignments and other relative study activities, his command of English keeps me on my toes, he loves law in a way I cannot describe, he doesn't joke when it comes to it, his tone of discipline pose an outfit that my father will love. He shares a lot of ideology with my father; conservative in nature, vastly knowledgeable, he can discuss just anything like my father, the difference is - he is a more interesting version. I think I am developing a soft spot for Law, I don't want to believe my father is right when he said Law is too much fun to resist, Sitzwe is giving me no choice.

Twitter has been fun, courtesy Sitzwe! I got 5,000 followers now, that happened when he introduced me to his followers, the numbers kept running till it reached that figure, that is how powerful a 700,000+ twitter followers owner can be, need I tell that he follows no one but me, this overwhelming affection just send uncontrollable signals to my hormones whenever I am around this angel on earth called Sitzwe! I know I am feeling a little too much for him but would you have done otherwise.

We have been having lunch together lately after our classes together, he is very reserved in class, I wish he'd just contribute someday so the class will know what intelligentsia he is! He will sit in the midsection of the class, have his glasses on and fold his arms while he listens, he simply listens! The attentiveness he gives alone is enough to make any girl want all of him. Our lunch is usually a local dish, he is obsessed with indigenous Yoruba meal, especially the white Yam flour (Lafun) and the famous Ewedu with varieties of meat! He takes so much pride and time to eat the meal, he will pull his white shirt off because of the heat one get to feel when eating properly made African meal. He said his grandmother use to cook this meal back in SA before she returned to Nigeria. He will eat four wraps of the Yam flour, I am considering cooking it for him soonest, maybe that will make him pop the question!



I won't forget to tell you that we kissed in his room, his room being my second home means that we spend a lot of time alone, we were discussing, as usual, browsing through topics till we began to play the 'Truth and Dare' game he had taught me, we asked every question possible till I flipped the coin, I dare him to kiss me, I thought it will be something brief if it was going to happen but Sitzwe did what I sincerely hoped for, he went all French on me, he kissed me so deeply till I could not let him go, the flashes of him from the first day began to play in slides, DAMN! He is good, I have not had a kiss that intimate before but it felt more than I have dreamed it to be, I was scared but happy with the development, he maintained a waist line movement of his hands till I kept right on my butt, I felt that is where it should actually be, he caressed me really well, it was a massage I was due for, I enjoyed his saliva in mine even as it had few strange juices from his favorute Heineken Beer, it was going extreme when Wunmi yelled my name through the hallway! I wanted to faint!!
Maybe it was for good, we probably would have done something I might be hating by now.

He is going to see his grandma at Abeokuta next week which is a lecture free week due to some internal arrangements, he invited me to come with him and I agreed, Nobody can know this except you and me.
I cannot wait!!!

Dairy Of Thoughts

They say stay woke, but these eyes have gone to sleep.
Looking at the man in the mirror, hoping that he never slips.
Hoping he never walks away, hoping his demons never put him to slay.
Thoughts on thoughts are locked on redemption.
The road though is tumultuous, it is blocked by a self-inflicted collapse in mental strength and confidence.
The essence of it all seems like a dimly lit torch in the stark darkness.
Would he be safer in Tony Stark's armour?
Would he find peace in Noah's Ark or maybe something more?
Something has changed with the way he perceives the world.
It really is devoid of any sense if you try to make one of it, maybe he'd find the answers when he shuffles through God's word.
Maybe he'll not.
His mind are troubled waters with tides so strong.
What could have gone wrong?
Probably things are at their status-quo but he doesn't see it.
He expects more I guess... He's Olivertwisting.
Over reaching for the non-existent.
I guess aiming to switch up the narrative is not feasible in this context.
Is the life worth living if he just seats there?
Or does he still give it chase... Story of the fox and the hare.
Story of the tortoise dragging the lion out of its lair.
A serious tussle, the undertaker and ric flair.
At the end he'll find out life's never fair.
Hopefully... by then he doesn't need to bleach it.

HIS SISTER, MY ADEOLA part 1 (Diary Series)

I texted Segun with haste 'Yo! Seqe send me your sister number abeg na', I couldn't believe I was Thumbing on my phone with that sort of pace. Segun's sister was the object of my eternal fascination and admiration, and my guy 'seqe' wouldn't even have us in the same country talkless of we being within an inch of each other. That nigga a fool I thought to myself, shaply send me this thing ojere.

'BROS NO! ' He texted back in all caps, I laughed so hard because i could feel him fuming at the other end, the internet...isn't it a thing of beauty? We went back and forth, he cursed me out... I whined him and begged him... He cursed me some more.... I increased my begging, we went back and forth till finally he texted 'You be pest, oya show my house for sallah come present your case by yourself'.

Damn! Twas as if santa sent his gift way earlier than scheduled, but i didn't care though, I was gonna go get my woman... Daddy I've seen the house we're going to carry palmwine to. I shuffled through my gallery for my screenshots of her, 'atleast lemme see fine something before I sleep na'. I salivated and admired God's creation for a bit, both in equal measure, Sallah was a week away but in my eyes it was tomorrow... My eyelids fluttered as I drifted into a happy sleep.

Faaaaaaaaasssssssstttttttt Foooooorrrrrrrwwwwwaaaarrrrrrdddddd.

Riiiinnnngggg! My alarm screamed at me as I jumped out of my bed like a criminal being hunted down would. I unlocked my phone and took a peek at the date, D-day I said to myself as I broke a smile. I quickly jumped into my bathroom and had a nice long shower, scrubbing all the needed corners in a bid to obey the boyscout's be prepared rule. In truth I really had sortof prepped myself like I was going for a friggin' interview, but then i uttered to myself 'Oyinbo say to be prepared is to be haveth your cutlass sharpened for battle, TAINK YOU' I really was laughing now, while slipping into some sweet native attire and wore my favourite fragrance #letSomebodyTellAlhajiI'mComing.

I took an uber straight to Segun's house, I couldn't be jumping bus in this climate, 'kent' spoil my swag for no one biko. Uber driver was slamming some Maleek Berry First Days Of Winter shiii... The mood was most definitely right! I got to Segun's house within an hour, alighted from the car, fist bumped the driver, paid and strolled in.

Rinnnnnnng! Rinnnnnng!! Riiiiiinnnnggg!!! 'David how far na, you don reach' Segun's voice filtered through the earpiece of my phone. 'Guy I dey entrance of your house na, you no wan wise ni' I replied with a sprinkle of panic, I always hated waiting.

My Nigga!!, Your father!!... Segun had just reared his ugly head and we were going through the customary greetings and hailings, After all said and done I was given a seat in a choice location meat and non-alcoholic drinks flowed... Alhaji frowned upon alcohol who was I to smile upon it?

Time flew like eagles soaring... Yet i hadn't seen Adeola, Segun was occupying me well enough, gist yapa full ground... The OG Zoza was here, Adekiigbe sef answered present to the attendance... But then... I didn't come here for all of this niggas. Gists continued till like 8pm, at that moment I knew seqe had slyed me, I bent towards his ears and whispered 'Bros i don dey go, you win this battle sha'. He laughed hysterically, he offered to escort me but I was vexed I decided to take an uber home so I can properly wallow in my sorrows.

Uber pulled up and called me, I told him to gimme a second, I hailed my men and bounced out. 

Hey!  'Xcuse me!  I looked back,  Behold Adeola in her infinite beauty. Trust me her beauty soft pass the filmtrick of snapchat filters.

Remember when T'challa said 'I never freeeze' yet he froze. Yup!  That nigga was me... But then actor no dey lose or die for feem, here i was... And here she was... We were both here......

How I lost my virginity - Diary of a single woman 3

Dear Diary,
Glitter is here again.. I'm telling the tale of how I lost my virginity today.

So, remember the random guy I told you about? Yeah.. We got to chill out for just 3 days, then we hooked up.

Hamil Dirty Diary 6

Dear diary,

I don't even know what fucking day it is. I'm fucked in the head from clubbing and taking so much fucking drugs. I'm hazed. I'm in love with antonia. I'm confused.

Antonia has filed for divorce! And i realize I'm addicted to this lifestyle. I. Don't think i can give it up for her because im not even sure of my feelings!!

Delilahs Dirty diary

1st April, 2018


I'm sorry my write ups have been inconsistent, but damn, I'm busy with a lot of stuff.. I can't believe that Tina is fucking the boss.