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what she like most as your girl friend

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what he like most as your boy friend

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Must Read: Diary Of A Lekki Houseboy (Another Sex Story)… Part 7

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 30 Jan 2017 21:02:00 -0800

Got to the party at exactly 7:50pm, got down with my borrowd Chuck Taylors (Original Ones oh!). But Faith remained inside.

“Guy! Where the greenspring babe?” I asked Asamoah again.

*Pardon the convo please? why I dey beg una self?*

Asamoah: You be Banku pah, you want greenspring girls when you have some caged Hot beenshes
right in your house?

Me: (startled) I nor understand you oh A$AP.

Asamoah: Charly, those two girls in private universities that leaves in the same house with you na hungry lions!

Me: (laughing) Guy forget, dem too dey form jare.

Asamoah: See you, you dey fall my hand! Anyhow, Faith is your date, I promised I was gonna peg you with her if she tweets about the party

At this moment, I wasn’t sure of the feelings I was showcasing. Was I shocked? Happy? Sad? Or Just indifferent?.. Like she retweeted to be pegged with me? That hot girl? Why? I no reach her class nah!
Person wey Lynxx, Wizkid and Dbanj dey follow for twitter? Chai! Self Esteem ran from 20% to 120%.

“Guy nor use me play oh! Nor just try am”. I said with a smiley face. Praying hard that he doesn’t say he was joking. He punched me on my chest teasing me with words I didn’t even hear.

“Asap wia d booze na? Dispensers are ready”,

michael shouted standing at the gate of the house.
Asamoah went to the boot to take the drinks he got and took them inside saying “Ladi, remember, One Boy, One Girl, go and win your ticket manl.
I tried tweeting at her but damn! Network was bad.
I went to open the car and there she was, sitting and tweeting. “Ok, those are the best laps I have seen so far since ummm.. Today? ” I shouted with the little morale I got from Asamoah as she looked at me with a smile and said “That is one”..

*Convo

Me: Aha! Ok, Nice Dress

Faith: I know, that was why I wore it.

Me: (motivated) Ok! I will say it.

I guess she was crushing on the ever Blunt twitter character I possessed. So I tried being blunt in a funny way.
She placed her palm by her ear(sign that she is listening) and said “Oya!”.

*Convo

Me: Ok, you knew I was gonna be your date and you wore this brea.st packaging dress? Knowing fully well I might loose my senses of sense? (I said with a “YOLO” face).

Faith: Like you lost it in my A$$ this evening right?

Me: (shocked and laughing) Damn! You a sense finder?

Faith: Nope! The mirror by the window detected a lost sense I guess.

Me: That’s sad, because I am yet to retrieve that sense. (The humour exchanges were getting boring, so I opted out before it died).

Me: So, is my ticket to my first official big budget party ready to be checked? Seems I got a VVVIP ticket.

Faith: Sure, but tickets can’t walk you know?

Me: Ayaaaay! This aint what I am thinking right? Make I carry you?

Faith: (laughing) No Dummy, take me to the ticket counter.

“In Just 20mins, I don turn my real twitter self? And this girl is crushing on me? Chai! I must phuck(dis-virgin) before 2012 finish!!! I must show Aunty Joyce!!, Esther must pay for making me tag myself a Houseboy. Oga Abu must be paying me monthly salary”.

These were thoughts I had as I walked through the hefty HFP officials paid to be bouncers for the night. Thanks to Asamoah and this Faith, my self esteem is high. And am balling with rich kids. Won’t be surprised if Jimoh Ibrahim, or Inegbeniki’s kids attended the party self.
9pm.
Party was jamming, girls were everywhere and booze were pouring out of the water dispenser like it was ummm.. Water I guess . Faith saw one or two of her school mates there and was discussing with them, and I was chilling with Tobby, the
supposed DJ right inside the mini bar in the sitting room. We were in the same Technical crew in church, so standing beside him wasn’t new to both of us.

“You dey bassz n Gasz?” Tobby shouted in my ears.

I looked at him and shouted back into his ear:

“No! What of you?”
(Bassz=Drinking, Gasz=Smoking).

He laughed and said
“EL- O- EL (LOL)”.

I wasn’t focused on what he was saying anyway, all I wanted to know was the exact location of my Ticket. Not like I saw anyone smoking on the dance floor.
I was letting my eyes wander about looking for faith when I saw a very drunk Yvonne in a skimpy short gown that made me forget faith for an instant.

“Hi Danladi”, she said as she punched me on my chest.
A strong alcoholic odour swayed in from her mouth as Tobby laughed and said
“That’s what am talking about baby”.

Yvonne was Asamoah’s junior sister. More like a half sister (she was gonna be 17 by January) as
Asamoah was his mom’s last born. Yvonne was born out of wedlock but her mom was known as the second wife. Like Asamoah, she just finished her whatever exam they said they write in Greensprings (I hear say dem no dey write waec) and she was to travel to london for the
continuation of her studies. Oh! She made me conclude Asamoah’s Sisters were endowed at the
“BackYANSH”.

“Oh common! Don’t wait on the lady inviting you to the dancefloor naurrie boy, she might not ask you know?” Yvonne whispered in my ears with one hell of a seductive voice.
Omo! Na so Lagbaja begin dey
sing oh!! Come dey vex say he wan commot for mask.

“That altered my ego you know? Oya lead the way”.
I said in a much manner I believed to be a “drunk” me as I winked at Tobby. She held my hand at the back, just above her A$$ as she led me through the dance floor.
Something came over me that made me grabbed her super huge A$$ and the only thing I expected was a slap on my face. Didn’t really care of what might happened though, all I thought was “That’s a super soft A$$!!!!!!!”.

WATCH OUT FOR PART 8

Must Read: Diary Of A Lekki Houseboy (Another Sex Story)… Part 6

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 29 Jan 2017 10:30:00 -0800

“Piiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”, the Inverter at home sounded, UP NEPA I said as I ran to get a Polo Ralph’s shirt (Still dashing oh) and some camouflage chinos to iron, it was 7pm and from the look of things, everyone was getting ready to go out. While I was pressing, esther gave me a straight skirt to iron for her, with a cute smile, I collected asap, ironed it twice and headed to her room.
Getting to her room, I heard the shower running, I thought of hiding in the wardrobe to watch a new movie , but looking on the bed, I saw a thong and a brassiere. Chai! “This bra too small for this girl nah” was all I thought, as I was once again sexually excited. In this moment, I heard the shower reducing, Jack Sparrow whispered into my ear
” Cut!!!!!.
Just like the speed of light, I ran outside with the skirt in my hands, and Jack Sparrow whispered Re-run, Action!!. Like some innocent nigga, I burst into the room with the the skirt (like everyone at home knew I don’t knock ), and behold! There she was, picking up her towel in speed to cover herself, but damn my eyes were faster than her speed, and the towel was phucking too short!!!!!!!!!

“How many times have I told you to knock before entering? Ehhhh?” She asked with her weak sick-ish voice, still trying to balance the position of the towel.

“Skk.. Sk.. Skirt”, was all I said. Funny how I only stammer when I stand in front of cute creations.
She collected the skirt and gave me a killer red eye that had “Get The Phuck Out Of Here, but I Like your style” written all over it.
Mind you, I felt this girl was a big girl, not my class, so I wasn’t interested in flirting with her, all I wanted to see was her unclothedness, someone said I was a pervet few days ago tho.
Heading back to the room to wear my clothes, thoughts of Esther’s unclothedness engulfed me.
She had some “C” cupped b.o.obs (Trust me, iont know what C-Cup means but this was my mind at work ), which I was fortunate enough to see because of the towel. Laying on my bed, I started creating an imagination of how she was gonna shave her pubis.
Na “V” shape, “I” shape or “?” shape? Abi she go just leave am like chinese Indecency stars?. At this point, I was super Hot, but I couldn’t self-service.
Why? Because some OP on nairaland said self-servicing twice a day is unhealthy. (Make I nor catch that guy ohhhhhh )

“Oboy! Where the babe nah?”, I asked Asamoah codedly with my hands as the woofer of the Honda Element was raving some vibrations on my body.

“Charlie cool down”, he answered with a mocked sincerity.
We were on our way to the party,Joyce, Esther and Abigail were preparing to go for a show at Eko Hotel and Suites when we left in Asamoah’s car.
Joyce was still not herself, always trying to eavesdrop on me monitoring my movements as she was curious of what I think of her now. I just had this feeling that she knew I wouldn’t tell my jew of a uncle.
But for the first time in history, I felt staying out the house till 3am wouldn’t attract punishments.

*power of blackmail *

Asamoah drove into Ikota Shopping complex to get some booze for the party, leaving me and faith (who was busy tweeting and laughing her a$$ out) in the car. I looked at her via the rear mirror as the phone backlight shone on her face. Damn she was beautiful, adorned in a black dress, just a little space between her neck and her packaged b.o.o.bs.

“Nice bosoms” I mentioned her on twitter via writelonger, she laughed looking at me. My head was spinning!!!!!!!

“Ode! Shy shy baby :p” was all I got as the reply via twitter. (Omo, she no vex ohhhh! )
I looked back and told her I was not a baby, she laughed and dared me to look her in the eyes and tell her what I tweeted in a honest way, since I was naughty on twitter and shy in reality.
Was about gathering courage to say this when Asamoah opened the boot, kept something in it and off we went to the party. Like seriously? Why
nowwww? (Rihana stole this words 1year later to sing a song sha)

“I owe you a compliment “, I DMed her.

WATCH OUT FOR PART 7

Adebimpe The Facebook Girl Part 7

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 29 Jan 2017 10:29:00 -0800

just as i was standing infront of the bank and crying like someone who lost his d!ck, my fone rang. I looked at the screen and it was a friend named segun.

I do call him “sege the guru” because is into blogging and ICT. SEGE: ogbeni how far? U number no dey waka since yesterday Me: sege how far SEGE: I dey o. Wetin do ur voice, u no dey sound normal my guy, u dey sound like life fowl wey dey inside hot water. wetin do u? ME: I have been duped by a woman i love so much. SEGE: say wetin, abeg pick a bike dey come Egbe right now. I stoppd a bike going to Egbe where segun lives. After 8mins. I am at segun’s room entrance Me: ko ko ko sege: who be that, come in.

I entered, sat down, then without wasting time, I summarized the wh0l£ episode to sege in 3minutes. SEGE: “were ni e o” omo porta ti lo agbari fun e… Ode ni e ME: no be my fault, this babe fine die and get assets for front and back. I just so much love her SEGE: Ogbeni, you are the “baddest maga ever liveth” me: thank u. Wetin i go come do now segun SEGE: no worry, we go arrange collect part or the wh0l£ of that 10k from her, u go still straff her free for the next 2days and u go discharge her without giving a kobo Me: is that possible, how i go do am now? Just immediately, a message came in from adebimpe which says “baby, i’m on my way back”. I showed it to sege. He laughed and said to me. “ogbeni, if u fall again this time, then u don break world maga record”. He opened a bulk sms application on his phone, draft an Access bank debit alert of 25k and send it to my line. Me: what should i do with it SEGE: Show it to her wen u reach house, tell her say ATM debit the wh0l£ 25k wey u wan give her and the money no come out of the machine, so u dey go the bank tomorrow to complain. But if she no fit wait, tell her say u get person wey u fit collect the money from and then call me make i show.

We go dey write d script on whatsapp as u dey go. But make sure u clear the whatsapp chats after ooo I dashed out of segun’s house. I went home straight, on getting home, i met adebimpe sitting on the bed restless. As i entered, she hugged me and gave me a kiss. BIMPE: baby, u look unhappy, what happend? Me: ** i brought out my fone and showed her the alert and then act the drama as directed by segun”*** bimpe wore a sad face BIMPE: What do we do now? This is 11:08am and i must get to PHC today. ME: ok relax, let me call a friend to borrow me 20k to give you, i will sort him when u are gone. I picked up my phone and called segun to come. Bimpe hugged and kissed me again and said “u are a darling”. I asked of the surprise she promised earlier, she said i should wait till my friend leaves so that no one will disturb. I replied “ok”. Segun arrived at about 10mins later. ME: sege my guy. Pls i need ur help, my babe wan return to school today and ATM fu-Cked up. Abeg borrow me 20k till tomorrow. SEGUN: lai lai.

The 8k wey u borrow last time, u neva returm am and u wan collect another one?. I go give u the 20k only after u refund the previous 8k. ME: Se na because of 8k u come dey disgrace me infront of my babe?. Abeg i go give u the two together. SEGUN: lai lai, find means and give me the 8k first. Then i turned to bimpe. Me: bimpe, pls do u have 8k with you, let me give this guy so that he can give me the 20k BIMPE: i dont have that amount, the only money on me is 5,500 and its a money that my friend gave me to buy weavon for her from lagos. ME: Don’t worry, give me 5k out of it, since am giving you 20k in return, u can then sort your friend. She gave me the 5k and i gave it to segun. ME: Now wey i don give u 5k out of 8k, can u now help me? SEGUN: Se u know say u be akue?. If not because of ur pretty girlfriend, i no go help u. Let me go home and bring the money, I will be back in 10mins time. Immediately after segun’s departure, she gave me the surprise. We had a hot romance which led to one round of sweet sex.

3mins after that, segun called, i picked and put on loud speaker. Me: sege how far?, where is the money now? SEGUN: wahala don shele oo. As i dey come ur place the other time, i forget to lock my door, before I reach home, dem don carry my lappy and took all the 30k wey dey house. ME: Eyah. So sorry oo. Abeg se u fit return that 5k, i go find means add to it give my babe? SEGUN: U dey mad ni. **segun hung up the call. ** ***********flash back******** * Immediately after segun’s departure, bimpe looked into my eyes while she sat on the bed…she said…

To be continue………

Watch out for Adebimpe the Facebook girl part 8

Adebimpe The Facebook Girl Part 6

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 29 Jan 2017 10:28:00 -0800

As her phone was ringing, she picked. Though I couldn’t hear the caller’s voice from the phone, but bimpe was responding “ok, alright, ok, ok” on the phone and she dropped the call.

Before I could say anything, bimpe said “that is my roomate at school. She is asking me the time I will get to PHC”. I dashed out of the room. I stood outside my house for like 10minutes thinking all sort of things “Am I actually a mumu?, what if she is right about having a cousin?. Afterall, she will give me sex as a surprise before leaving so I will actually taste her. But should I tell her about what I saw on facebook?, but what if she asked me how I get to know her account details?, but if I don’t give her the money, how will she get to PHC?.

Or should I delay her till tomorrow so as to enjoy her over the night?. But NO, she is having a 4 unit test tomorrow. And bimpe is beautiful ooooo, I think I like her naturally because if not, I won’t be this mumu for her”*********** The thoughts were just coming in and overlapping, I don’t know what to opt for. At a point, I just made up my mind to give her 5,000naira to manage. After all, I can’t pay more than 5k if I invite a girl for home service. So let me just zero my mind that I am paying only for the surprised sex and I will assume that I lost the 10k I gave her earlier. I stopped thinking and stopped a bike. Bike man, take me to governor’s road. He said “bros na 150 naira oooo”. No problem, I replied.

He rode pass through BRT bus stop and finally dropped me in front of first bank opposite mr bigs at ikotun. On getting to first bank ATM, the crowd was so much, so I decided to go to GTB atm adjacent first bank. The queue isn’t that much. I am the 12th person on the queue. I was so anxious to withdraw the money and go back home to meet my surprise package, infact, I insult anyone who stayed longer on the machine. When there were about 6 people in front of me, something just struck me that I should go to facebook and check her recent chats. This time, I got the greatest shock of my life on what I saw as I opened her message. She started a chat with swordman 5minutes ago SWORDMAN: baby, hi BIMPE: sweetie, I’m fine.

I so much enjoyed the way you make love to me. It was the best I have ever had in my life. Chaiii. I developed headache instantly. I scrolled upto read again in case I didn’t get it very well, (I continued reading) SWORD:. Same thing here, I so much miss ur orals. Infact, if not for the test you said you want to write tomorrow, I won’t have let you go today. BIMPE: baby don’t worry, I will be back after the semester break. I can’t wait to feel you again SWORD: that’s my baby. How far with the place you said you are going for your Tfare, I mean your daddy’s friend you talked about?.

BIMPE: I’m there already, but he went out to bank to withdraw money for me. SWORD: why not come here for a quickee plssssss BIMPE: time has gone and he will be back soon SWORD: baby pls it won’t be long, I promise it won’t exceed 10mins BIMPE:. Are u sure? SWORD: I promise BIMPE: ok dear, set the stage, don’t let me meet you with cloths on and make sure its a hot ride. I will be there in a jiffy. SWORD: ok dear, I will be waiting. Chaiiii. I shouted and it attracted the attention of people on the queue.They asked me what’s wrong but I couldn’t say anything.

I stepped out of the bank. And was wondering if I am not dreaming. Just as I was thinking of what next to do. My phone rang and its a message from bimpe which says “baby, pls I left my school ID card at my cousins place, I am on way to get it. I will be back in 20mins time pls”. I don’t know when I started crying. I was crying like a baby on the express. I said to myself. “This time samuel, u must teach this bastard a lesson she will never forget in her life…

To be continue………

Watch out for Adebimpe the Facebook girl part 7

Adebimpe The Facebook Girl Part 5

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 29 Jan 2017 10:27:00 -0800

I was squeezing and pressing. I traced my hands down to her abdomen, still doing the kissing. Just as I was about unzipping her trouser, she said “STOP”, I refused but she removed her mouth and shifted a bit BIMPE: baby, don’t you think its too early for us to have sex?.

We are going to get married and enjoy ourselves till eternity, why should we rush?. And besides, this is our first date dear. Pls ******she wore this innocent girl look******* I just wore a straight face and refuse to say anything.

She noticed that I am unhappy. So she came closer again and kissed me. She started rubbing my chest, I was happy thinking she is ready to play. Just as I was about pressing her b0s0ms, she held my hand and said, “baby, pls hurry to the bank be cos of time, I will surprise you when you are back.

Immediately I heard the word ‘suprise’, I suddenly smile and became restless. I dashed into my wardrobe, picked up a shirt…Picked my ATM card. Just as I was about stepping out of the room, her phone rang ********

To be continue……………..

Watch out for Adebimpe the Facebook girl part 6

Must Read: Diary Of A Lekki Houseboy (Another Sex Story)… Part 5

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 29 Jan 2017 10:26:00 -0800

‘When will I get to phuck, bang, bleep, straf a real pussay? When will my hands retire from easing my intimate urges? Why am I even afraid of sex? Which way nah?”I was asking myself in my post-masterbating trauma while I used my towel to clean myself, Ofcourse I took my bath.
In contrast, I was not sexually active, I was more like a kid that lies to himself “No Sex, it destroys lives”. But as a Lone wolf, I stay home fantasising about sex, how a pussay will feel in my umm.. Maybe a huge lagbaja.
Lagbaja was a name my ex gave to my Joystick (Long story I tell you, but she gave it that name because I always wore Two underwears: Perry Coles n Swimming pants. And she never got to see it, she only felt it via feelings)
Dressed, headed to the kitchen to find some food.
On entering the kitchen, I saw Joyce(The Woman) cooking noodles and when she saw me, I felt an electric shock ran through her.

“Good evening aunty” was all I said.

“Evening danladi.. You want some noodles?” She asked.

Ahahahaha! What? She asked if I wanted noodles?
She phucking asked!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“No ma” I said with a straight face as I went to take bread from the fridge, looking outside the compound, the Honda EOD was still not around, so I headed straight to d sitting room with “So Bros Abu drive that car wey I wash commot? He dey craze? On my mind. But she called me and said:

“Danladi we need to talk”.

I have seen this before, right? Yeah!! In the movies.
As much as I like Hollywood fictional movies, I am of the highest opinion that Nollywood (Wtf! Hollywood is in Blackberry dictionary and Nollywood aint here? ) is the best when it comes to moral lessons.
I stood, looked back at her, straight in her eyes and said:

“I don’t what to hear anything, we don’t have anything!”.

I felt like the Boss. Dem no born my uncle well make he raise voice for him wife like I did just now. I was in this bossy euphoria when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Mahmah, (a name they call themselves, ajeboptas tho) do you have any panadol left?” Esther asked Joyce. Joyce was kind of shaky but she managed to asked “You still having the headache?”.. That was the last I heard when I took my Bread and Barma to the sitting room as fantasies of me blackmailing this
rich Lawyer dreaded me .

“What if I tell her I wanted a round? Or perhaps, I ask for money? Chai! Danladi you don hammer!, you be Wassup nigga”..

Drake’s The Motto was playing on MTVB, so I kept on repeating “Real Nigga wassup “, I never really
knew what drake was saying tho.

“Danladi! Why do you always insert a bread inside barma? I told you 3days ago that this is not how its done, village boy swags”, Faith said with a smile.
Faith was a follower on twitter as I followed her also(She had about 4k followes tho), we chat once in a while on DMs but I was always shy to speak to her facially because she had this british accent and I, myself, a confirm benin accent accompanied by stammering.

“Un.. n..n..serious Girl of a..of a thing”.. I smiled and said.

She was somehow friendly, and I wasn’t comfortable, so I asked if she cared for some bread which she turned down. Sorry I have to put this in a convo, no vex.

Faith: So, Lazii Druid’s Party at micheal’s house?

Me: Looked up, how did… (Shocked face and she interrupted)

Faith: Saw it on your mentions, and kida kudz even retweeted the original tweet by the host.

Me: Oh! Cool, you wanna go?

Faith: Yup, I retweeted it as a favour, and asamoah said he would give me a blind date. Cool right?

Me: Yeah! (Pretty much in my angry mood)

Faith: What time is it though?

Me: Its 8pm till you pass out, but non residents of VGC will have to be there before 7:30pm.

Faith: 5pm already, I guess I better get ready..

*I swear I thought she was joking*

WATCH OUT FOR PART 6

Heartbreaking Story of How a 3-year-old Girl was rAped by School Driver

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 29 Jan 2017 10:24:00 -0800

A radio presenter and co-host, Joy Isi Bewaji has narrated the shocking experience how a 3-year-old girl was brutally r*ped by the school driver.

Read the story below:

How I Caught My Respected Pastor Having S*x With My Sister in Our Own Bathroom

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 29 Jan 2017 10:23:00 -0800

The man shared the story with stunned social media users in which he explained how he was shocked to catch his sister in the bathroom having s*x with their pastor.

Below is what he wrote:

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I don’t even know how to start this.

I have been sick for a while and had to take a day off from work to go home and treat myself.

My boss is not the smling type, so it took me a lot of convncing to get him allow me to go home.

Before I took the excuse, my only sister with whom I live alone, had called me to ask about my health and to find out if I was coming home or not. I had told her I would not because I had not asked my boss then and I was not sure how he would take it if I asked him. So I told her I would not come home.

However, things changed a little later, after I began feeling really terrible and that was when I had to ask for a day off. My boss later granted me time off.

I tried calling my sister to tell her I had changed my mind and that I was coming home but her phone was off, so I just headed home.

Help! A Girl in Babcock University Has Trapped My Husband Between Her Legs – Woman Cries Out

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 29 Jan 2017 10:21:00 -0800

The woman shared her story on a popular relationship page on Instagram – break_or_makeup – where she told stunned readers about her husband’s philandering habits and the girl involved with him.

According to her, she found out that the girl who has trapped her husband is a student of a Babcock university and that she is trying to stop the girl now.

Below is how she put the story:

Adebimpe The Facebook Girl Part 4

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 29 Jan 2017 10:05:00 -0800

Just after 2mins of her kissing me, she stopped and went straight to my kitchen, as she was going, she said, “baby, I don’t want to travel empty stomach so as not to collapse in the bus”. Chai, wetin I go do?. The rehearsals are gone, the boldness to frown at her is gone, I don’t even know if I should confront her about her facebook messages, what if I do, what will be her reaction?.

A lot of thoughts was just running through my head. She located my noodles carton and started cooking while we started conversation Me: bimpe, what went wrong between you and your cousin? Bimpe: Don’t mind that my uncle jaree, I told him that I’m returning today and that he should give me money but he refused saying he doesn’t have money. Me: ***thinkingin my mind that “so this girl is expecting me to pay the return T.fare again?”***. really?, why will he do that to his kid sister? Bimpe: He said I should wait till wednesday but I insist that I’m returning today which is sunday Me: that’s bad of him oooo. Did u offend him before now? Bimpe: no ooooo. He is just a stingy relative.

If not that I mistakenly spoke with him about coming to lagos to see someone which Is you, then he insisted that I must come to his place, in fact, he called my mum that I am coming to his place so there is nothing I can do about it than to lodge at his place Me: eeyah. That’s family bond. Family will always want to be together. But wait, which area in this lagos is he living? Bimpe: somewhere around gbagada Me: ***then I remembered the address I saw in her facebook chat was exactly gbagada.. The same bustop to be precise***. Baby, that is just 40mins journey from here ooo.

Won’t I get to meet my in-law facially? Bimpe: I told you we aren’t in good terms. infact, I insulted him this morning and left there with anger, so its not ideal for now, maybe during my next visit. Me: ok Bimpe: baby, its 10:20am now and I should leave around 12pm so as to get to PHC earlier. So what do u keep for me. Won’t you buy provisions, cosmetics and cloth for your baby? Me: I frowned and said BIMPE! U are very wicked and a bad person, infact, I’m not happy with you, I should tell you this (I have made up my mind to tell her she is a cheat, prost!tute and a scammer) Bimpe: *shocked*, she came closer, placed hand on my head, takes it down to my chest and plants a kiss on my mouth.

Then she asked “what’s my offence my husband” Me: ****with this little kiss and the soft touch from her palms plus the seductive way she used the tip of her b0s0m to rub my back, my brain was formatted again**** bimpe, I was sick since yesterday which I told u about, u can’t even ask about my health, all u can do is to ask for provisions, its unfair ooooo. ***dats all I could utter, I don’t know what sealed my mouth***. Immediately, she sat on my laps, rubbed my head with her hands, pressed her b0s0ms on me harder and said “I’m sorry baby”.

I still wear a frown wondering why I lost the courage to confront and rebuke her. She noticed this and kissed me passionately this time Its was romantic that I enjoyed it. As we were kissing, my hand located her shirt button, I was about to loose it, she said “stop stop stop”, the indomie should be burning by now, I need to go and check it. She stood up from my laps and went to the kitchen leaving me hard on. I said to myself again… Chaii Chris of all people, u must be the greatest fool of the first order…… Just as I sat down sadly on the bed nursing my hard-on. She called me from the kitchen to join her in eating the noodles. I went to meet her in the kitchen.

After finishing the noodles, I went back to sit on the bed while she sat at the other edge of the bed. BIMPE: baby, I will miss you, if not for my cousin. I would have lodge at your place ME: its no problem. BIMPE: hope you will also give me something to give my friends at school because they will be expecting ME: ok, dat reminds me. Now that your cousin refuse to give you money, how will you get to PHC? BIMPE: oh baby, I know you won’t watch me been stranded in lagos. After my cousin, u are the only person I have here. Pls help me ME: but today is sunday and banks doesn’t open, how do I do it? BIMPE: ****she suddenly wear a sad face ands tarted shedding tears**** pls Williano.

I beg of you, pls use your ATM and help me, I have a test of 4unit course tomorrow morning please. ******continue with the sad face**** ME: instantly, I felt pity for her, I felt her pain, I thought of her test. I just don’t know where the MR nice guy in me came from. I replied her that “don’t worry, I will try and get something from the ATM. Bimpe was so happy that she kissed me again, this time it was more romantic and passionate. I locate her shirt button again. This time, she didn’t resist, I press on to her braaa, dipped my hand into it, located her Tips, I was………..

To be continue……………..

Watch out for Adebimpe the Facebook girl part 5

» Must Read: Diary Of A Lekki Houseboy (Another Sex Story)… Part 4

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 29 Jan 2017 10:03:00 -0800

“Friends hurts the most, be careful of the friends you keep”..

Funny how I remembered the words of my teacher advising me to stay away from the kind of friends I associates with while I stood there, looking at Bros Abu and the woman, I guess she was the one I called my Uncle’s Wife few hours ago but at this moment, she was just a woman.

“Ummm.. Ummmm.. Danladi, what are you doing here?” She asked in the most vulnerable voice ever, as she stood up from the Old sets of mattress that were in the store,sweating profusely like some stainless steel with ice block inside! while Oga Abu was busy wearing his trousers. Damn! He was also
wearing perry colev? and I didn’t remember seeing him remove the condoms. Like he used it anyways.

“Joyce weds Daniel”, as I saw it on their wedding calendar the previous day, Joyce was from a
wealthy home, a graduate of Law in A.B.U Zaria in her mid 20′s. Didn’t really pay attention to her physical appearances as she was my uncle’s wife.
But she was a beauty to behold, especially now that I got to see those b.o.obs she has refused to let sagged. Unfortunately it was all physical beauty, because I just saw the ugliest woman ever!
What went wrong? Could it be that my uncle with his pot belly (which explains the XL shirts he keeps giving me ) couldn’t satisfy his wife in bed? Or is it because he is hardly at home? Why? They are just 2years old, no child yet, is that uncle of mine impotent? Abi this Abu of a man use jazz?

“My Guy!, its not what you think”..

Abu interrupted my thinkology(pardon! ). I looked at him, I felt a rage inside of me and wanted to break his head, but thank the gods, they over took my actions, I just looked at him and left the store room. (Oga Abu grab oh! Make he no use style beat me for that room because na danger zone I enter.)
The phone rang, it was asamoah, I picked it and he started saying words I don’t understand. All I understood was “I don find girl for you”.
I have been thinking for almost 2hours in my room, as to why Joyce will cheat on my uncle that worships her. But I thought to myself that enough was enough, so I brought my phone, opened my opera mini, opened my Saved Pages, I was a fan of Lisa Ann and Kapri Styles, so I had pictures of her on web pages saved in my browser. This was an attempt to stop thinking of my uncle’s wife Unclothedness abomination. Or so I thought .

“Grrrrhhhhhhhh! Grrrrhhhhhhhh!!
Grrrrhhhhhhhh!!!”

The bell by the gate rang, while
your boy was busy looking for soap to put lagbaja to sleep (Same soap I left outside oh!). At this moment, the thoughts of Joyce came again!.

“Why did this Uncle of mine listen to his wife in not having a gateman? How am I supposed to go out there like this to open the gate?”.

Wssssh! Back to my kaftan, with some hard-on lost, I went to open the gate, taking note that the Honda EOD was missing, meaning Joyce wasn’t around, Faith and Abigail came in. Abigail didn’t greet me, but faith did.
Faith was a chubby girl, more like the younger Toolz in person. An engineering student in Landmark University and with an inquisitive brain.
She greeted me and I asked how her outing was, she didn’t answer but asked why my eyes were dull, told her I just woke up.
I closed the gate and walked behind them, I don’t know why my eyes went straight to faith’s A$$, but
whatever it was, “Blood of Goat” was all my brain could interpret to my eyes, I tried comparing it with that of Lisa Ann’s but I was more interested in knowing the kind of panties she wore. So I abandoned the comparison and tried tracing the panty lines, at this moment, I wasn’t conscious of the environment. All I was following was an A$$ and the rhyme that came to mind was “17, 18, 19,
Dohgohroh…

I saw legs climb a small stair, this was when I realised we were at the entrance to the house, and like someone snapped out of being hypnotised, I ironed my movements, put both hands in my kaftan shirt to position myself. Ohhh! I went to the
backyard to pick up my soap because this new era of temptation was getting much.
Got to my room, straight to the bathroom and I masturbathed with Joyce’s Unclothedness, Faith’s A$$ and Esther’s Smile in mind, I was so sure I was gonna cum twice but phuck this silly brain, it always decieves me. Just once and I have lost the hormones? Upon all the build up? Hope say I nor resemble my uncle oh?

WATCH OUT FOR PART 5

I Caught My Husband Having S3x With Our Own Househelp in My Kitchen – Woman Shares Story

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 29 Jan 2017 10:01:00 -0800

The woman shared her story on break_or_makeup where she told startled readers about her husband’s incorrigibly randy lifestyle.

She revealed that she had noticed how her husband kept showering her maid with gifts and began to suspect something fishy.

However she didn’t take it seriously until she actually caught them having s*x.

The worst thing was that she caught them having s*x right inside her kitchen.

Below is how she put the story:

Erotic Story: Confessions of an Exotic Sex Worker…The One That Never Ends

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 29 Jan 2017 09:30:00 -0800

My name is Nene and I am a prostitute in Nigeria. I work for myself and by myself. I have a website where a lot of my pictures are posted.

They are mostly nude, s*xual pictures that aim to attract guys. My rates are also posted there including my methods and rules.

Why am I sharing my stories? Well, will you believe me if I said I simply want to entertain you? I hope you do because that is all this is all about.

From time to time, I will be sharing my s*xual experience with each client with you, not in chronological order, though. Today, I will be sharing my experience with a guy I shall call Mr. X.

Mr. X is in his 50’s. Sure, he sported that popular Yoruba older man belly pudge, otherwise, he looked pretty okay.

We agreed on the hotel we will meet at, and the time of our meeting. I usually prefer to head to the hotel room first and have my clients meet me there.

I wanted to make sure I had time to prepare. I can take a shower, change into something s*xy, or set up my props (if my client was into that).

When I opened the door, Mr X greeted me with a smile. He entered inside and proceeded to take off his clothes. I loved clients who did not dilly dally.

Part of my methods is to make sure the guy paid into a bank account before the meeting. I did encounter a few men that were sceptical. I understood, it’s Nigeria, after all, and we are professional scammers, but I’d rather work this way than have someone f*ck me and not pay for it.

I walked up to Mr X to help him undress. His kisses were sloppy but I had learned to get used to it. He nibbled weirdly at my neck and asked me to lay down.

He was into p*ssy eating (one of those things we discussed before meeting), so I was not surprised when he headed straight down there.

Men, what the man lacked when it came to mouth kissing, he more than made up for during p*ssy eating. He went to town on that c*nt.

He teased, licked and gently sucked away on my cl*toris till I just about went wild. It was rare, in my line of work, to meet a guy who ate p*ssy well so I simply relaxed and enjoyed.

He ate me for almost 20 minutes straight, leaving my p*ssy dripping uncontrollably. By the time the f*cking began, I was more than ready.

He lifted my legs over his shoulders, sat on knees and began to enter me. His d*ck was already hard and throbbing when he entered that I figured orgasm was imminent. I was wrong.

Forty minutes later, my man was still thrusting happily into me. He turned me over on hands and knees and entered me from behind. He alternated between deep, fast thrusts and gentle ones.

He was sweating and moaning and having the best time while I was wondering how much longer he will be.

At the one-hour mark, I was the one doing the f*cking. I squatted on his d*ck and gave it all I had, hoping my bouncy boobs and gyrating hips will push him over that line.

An hour, and a half after, we were still on it. This time, we were standing. I was leaning against the bed, bent over while he entered me from behind.

His grunts and groans were still so enthusiastic that I was sure he was not even noticing the time. His hands on my hips were sweaty as his fingers dug into my ass.

I held on to my boobs and teased my n*pples so I stayed wet for him. I soon began to stroke my clit as he f*cked me. I felt the pleasure and tried to get back into the game.

It was a little bit after the 2-hour mark that he finally started to get there. We were back to missionary, my legs were far apart and his thrusts were getting more urgent.

His moans were louder and breathing was faster. With each thrust, he ground against my pelvis, hitting my sweet spot and making me feel really good.

I tightened my p*ssy around him to encourage him as he finally came deep inside my p*ssy. At that moment, I understood why his wife stopped fucking him several years ago.

About the Author:

Lola Phillips is a columnist, relationship and s*x writer.

Must Read: Diary Of A Lekki Houseboy (Another Sex Story)… Part 2

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 29 Jan 2017 09:29:00 -0800

After the chores, I picked one or two clothes my uncle gave to me before he travelled.
Straight to the backyard to wash the Paul Smith shirt in it.

Getting to the backyard, I saw a blessing in disguise!!! Lol! Well, let me tell you why I had to wash at the backyard. My Uncle’s wife caught me washing my clothes in my ROOM and made me starve for days, calling me a village boy. Which was true, as I spent my first 14years in the village. But she now ordered I start washing my clothes at the backyard, and this faithful day was my very first.
Which marked the end of an Era
Earpiece plugged to my ear with Davido’s Dami Duro song Jamming, I headed to the backyard.
Passing the store room, I felt like I was shouting because I was singing along to the rave of the moment, so I paused my music to test my voice, but what I heard was a soft moan coming from the store room. This was strange! As the store room was
ummm.. A store room. So I positioned myself, like the way I used to do when I wanna watch
Indecency from neighbour’s window. (R.I.P Dayo).
As I drew closer to the window, the moaning became clearer! Damn, it was just like it was in Indecency. As it was a store room, it had no cottons and the window wasn’t completely closed. But the sun was rising, I immediately remembered something about shadows in physics, so I applied physical calmness. As I tiptoed to the window like a Ninja, I saw Abu. Abu was a family friend to my uncle who came to visit earlier in the morning. But I couldn’t see the girl he was on due to the small opening on the window.
I tried guessing, this was when I remembered Abigail and Faith went out in the morning while I was washing their sister’s car. So, I concluded it was Esther, in these thoughts, I tiptoed back to where I abandoned my Mission “Wash Paul Smith” for party. Standing, bitting my nails and thinking of what JACK SPARROW would have done, I
reminisced on things Esther had done to me.
Treating me like an house boy, making me eat left overs and even insulting my Mum/Dad.. Which I hated so much!!!!
Oh My!, I was so lost in thoughts to remember that I was having a hard on from the live Indecency I just watched. I had to position my lagbaja (Penees, Deeck, Anyhow ) very well when I got back to reality, so, I headed back to the house, leaving the bucket, soap(bathing soap, she refused giving me omo), and the shirt.. Straight to the house with my evil thoughts.
In my Perry Cole boxers, Lagbaja was now flaccid when I entered the house, behold.. I got the shock of the year!!! (Ok! It was december 24th, and it was the shock of the year at that time.)
I opened the Door, looking straight to the direction of my room when someone called from the kitchen wing “Danladii!!”.. At this Moment, I was like a confused confuse(no word for it I guess ). The rate at which Lagbaja inflated couldn’t be determined at that moment, . All I knew was that If Perry Cole saw me in those boxers, he would be depressed. . I managed to look back, and there she was, standing closed to the dinning table, still in her nighties, her hair scattered. And I stood, praying that God turns me into an Owl(Do you know owls can turn their heads in 360degrees? Well, now we know.).

“Oh Lord! God Bless that tailor!!” I said in my mind as I stood to laugh at the XL on the label right on the reflection of me in the windows. The tailors opposite the estate are my best friends by the way, to the extent that once they see me at their door, the say “Uncle don dash you again?”, and sometimes, I tell them I don’t have money and they do it free for me. (As a comfam customer).

WATCH OUT FOR PART 3

Erotic Story: My Online Lover Finally Comes Over – Lady Narrates Explosive S*xual Experience

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 29 Jan 2017 09:26:00 -0800

For months, Martins and I have been sending each other naughty messages back and forth online. We had turned each other on, masturbated together and watched each other cum. I greatly anticipated when we will get to finally f*ck.

We eventually made a plan to meet up one Saturday. I arrived at his home at about 3 in the afternoon. We spent some time talking and laughing until we got comfortable with each other enough to go to the bedroom.

I stood before him and we were kissing rather passionately and he started to feel my breasts up over my blouse at first. I was caressing his arms, shoulders, neck, back and cheeks. We were both feeling that passion starting to rise.

He then lifted my blouse up and off and fingered my nipples through the material of my bra. That sent me through the roof. He started unfastening it and I began unbuttoning his shirt.

He had a beautiful chest. It just felt so good standing there next to each other kissing passionately and caressing. You could just feel that warm skin against skin.

He took my hand and placed it over his cock in his pants. He was hard as a rock and wanting desperately to escape from the constraints of his pants. I told him I think we needed to ‘free” his friend and began unbuckling his belt, then unfastened his pants and slid them down around his ankles and he stepped out of them.

His cock was bouncing out of his underwear, sticking straight out, so I pulled them down, then knelt before him and gave him a little kiss. He went crazy and put his hands on my head. I started to suck him a bit and playfully tease and lick him.

He dipped his cock in my mouth and I sucked, taking him as deep as possible. When I was sure he was hard enough, I gently pushed him towards the bed. I pulled back to take off my panties then straddled him. Holding up his cock, I bent my ass, swallowing him with my p*ssy. He groaned as I began to f*ck him, bouncing up and down happily on his hard dick.

I clenched my pussy so my lips were tightly wrapped around him. I placed my feet firmly on the bed and fucked him in a squat position. I went up and down until my hips began to ache then I went on my knees and grinned against him.

I fucked him this way and in all angles for nearly thirty minutes. I enjoyed orgasms after orgasms until he let out a deep groan and I stilled, feeling him empty himself inside me.

It was one of the best dates I ever had.

Diary Of A Lekki Houseboy (Another Sex Story) Part 1

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 29 Jan 2017 09:25:00 -0800

NewTwitterNotification: “Danlad wassup?, You coming to the GIG at Michael’s house?”
This was a DM(Direct Message) I got from Asamoah on the 24th of december 2012. Asamoah whom I call “A$AP Blackey” was my very first Ghanian friend, he was tall, dark(y’all know) and he was from a rich background, 4th and the only son out of the family of 8 (5kids, 2wives, 1Husband). At 17(same age as I was), Asamoah already knew how to drive as he blackmailed the drivers into giving him car keys to go anywhere he wanted.
Cut the details short, he was a spoilt brat lost in a Garden city belonging to victoria (VGC).
Michael was Asamoah’s snr in school (Greensprings to be precise). Did I tell you how endowed asamoah’s sisters were? I don’t know how they do the magic but Ghanian girls rock!!!!!!!.

Well, back to reality .

Me: “Dude, I am broke, my Uncle travelled and I got no Tfare, talkless of tickets to enter Micheal’s party”

Asamoah: ”Lol! Ur 419 uncle don run from EFCC again? No worry, I go come pick you, and ticket is a Boy n a Girl”

Asamoah: “Abeg I beg you, no carry babe wey u get feelings for come oh!, heard there will be pools and lotta empty rooms”

Asamoah: “Sha check the details @ my last tweet”

At this point, as a young cultured boy from a humble home, I was wondering: “what type of event centre do pools and rooms?”. Mind you, I attended a government school(Secondary) somewhere in Ajah, Lagos. Recently moved in with my uncle to assist him in his business, and the only time I got to touch the Steering of his Honda EOD and Toyota Prado was when I was washing the cars. Trust me, I wash car sotey I almost went to PEAK Talent show to showcase my car washing talent . Ohh! Did I tell you that Kida Kudz was Michael’s buddy?
However, the new question now is: “How Did I get to associate with these rich kids?” Lol!, Shoutout to RCCG City Of David parish and Jesus Embassy Parish. If you know those churches, you will understand my point. And when I role with my uncle (who stays in a neighbouring estate on lekki expressway), you will think am one hell of an Ajebota(Born with Silver spoon).

(Back to convo)

Me: Aiite Bro, but abeg you go borrow me that your Christian Louboutin shoes oh! Which of d event centres tho?

Asamoah: Ahaha! Charlie, I go bring Chucks for you jare. And its at Micheal’s house. Him papa don travel, e mama na soji woman”

Like seriously? How spoilt can these kids be? Na me go get mind host party for my Papa house? Abi na my mama go gree make I invite friends for party?
Well, as a comfirm Edo boy, I arranged, packaged and ironed my characters.
Was about replying when MTN sent me a message that I exhausted my MB(I wished they sent it earlier!!!!!!), then I used the last 10naira to message Asamoah.

“MB don finish oh Guy, abeg help me arrange any greensprings girls.. I no wan carry classmates wey dey on lowcut go dia fah. And when u come, shout well well make my uncle wife hear you say “Today is a special Xmas Eve hosted by the City Of David’s Youth! Why you never bath?”. Charlie abeg no fall my hands!! OUTTAHERE!”

Then I dropped my Nokia X2 asap, ran to do the chores (Please if you are a married woman, married to a wealthy man, don’t ever treat his
siblings/Family Badly. Abeg!!!) . Even with my Uncle wife’s 3 sisters[Esther(22), Faith(18), Abigail(16)] around, I still had to do the works, while they behave like they started from the bottom with my uncle. Hence, the reason I started calling myself the Lekki Houseboy. Definitely not a cool experience I tell you. Seeing your uncle being controlled by some woman because her Dad is a major contract provider, and ME, that came to chop company money now being used as houseboy..
Chaiiii!

WATCH OUT FOR PART 2

Did You Know? Loneliness Can Cause Heart Disease and Stroke

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 29 Jan 2017 09:14:00 -0800

Loneliness and social isolation in general, is something that can adversely affect our lives and lead to premature death.

People who are lonely and isolated may face a higher risk of heart disease and stroke, researchers report.

According to HealthDay Reporter, WebMD, social isolation raised that risk by about 30 percent, exerting the same level of influence on heart health as risk factors such as anxiety and job stress, the British review found.

The AWAKE magazine published by a religious organisation in its article of April 15, 2015 says researchers who analyzed the results of 148 studies concluded that low social interaction is a predictor of early death and that as a risk factor, it is “twice as harmful as obesity” and “equivalent to smoking 15 cigarettes a day.”

A research fellow in the department of health sciences at the University of York, Nicole Valtorta, while emphasising the need to pay more than the usual attention to loneliness said, “Addressing loneliness and social isolation could have an important role in the prevention of two of the leading causes of ill health and mortality worldwide.”

“We take risk factors like obesity and physical inactivity for granted, whereas we do not yet with social isolation and loneliness, adding that the data from our study support us taking it seriously.”

But this analysis could not prove that loneliness and social isolation caused heart problems or strokes, only that an association existed, she added.

However, Valtota said, “if we put the study findings into context, what we found is comparable in size to the effect of other psychosocial risk factors such as anxiety and job strain. Efforts to prevent heart disease and stroke could benefit from taking social isolation and loneliness into account.”

The report was published online April 19 in the journal Heart.

The researchers analyzed data from 23 previously published studies that, in total, included over 180,000 adults, more than 4,600 of whom had heart attacks, angina or died and more than 3,000 who had suffered strokes.

The result from the pooled data showed that loneliness and social isolation were associated with a 29 percent increased risk of heart attack or angina attack and a 32 percent increased risk of stroke.

Adebimpe The Facebook Girl Part 3

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 29 Jan 2017 09:13:00 -0800

chaiiii………..samuel, you be first class maga.

Just as I was imagining my “mumurity”, I don’t know either to trace the address I found on facebook, or to set her up, kidnap her and molest her, so many evil things were just going through my mind, then a text message came in from bimpe which says ”baby, I am on my way to your place”.

Gbagaun, my head sparked again, I started rehearsing how I will shout on her, I was reasoning if I should show her my discovery or not.

I don’t know what to do next, I was just restless. Walking up and down my up and down my room. About 30mins later. I heard the sound “ko ko ko” on my door.

Who is that was my response to the knock, and a sweet voice came from outside saying its me bimpe. I frowned and open the door. Before I knew it, she dropped her luggage, hugged me and then planted a kiss on my lips. Before I knew what was happening, I have forgotten all my rehearsals

To be continue……………..

Watch out for Adebimpe the Facebook girl part 4

SO FUNNY-----Valentine joke

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 29 Jan 2017 09:12:00 -0800

Behold it is written in the book of
February
chapter 14 verse 1
"And it shall come to pass that on
Valentine's
day, excuses shall arise again; my battery died,
my credit got finished, my DP refused to
change,
my boss selected me for the trip, traffic
jams
etc... When thou seeth these signs, be calm, fear
thou not, keep thy peace and know that
verily
verily... thou art not thy boo's boo, thou
art a
side chick." Verse 2...
"Even when you receive gifts, calls, or
were
taken out, Remember my dear daughter
that all
will end on the bed." Verse 3:
"Behold babe, I stand at thy door of
your hostel
and knock, if u hear my voice and open
thy door,
I will come in and eat with you, dine with you and
share thy gifts I have for you."
Verse 4:
"Blessed is the boy that bothers not
himself for
any girl for peace I will grant to him." Verse 5:
"Hear ye hear ye, for girls so love
February 14
that they gave their only begotten
dignity in
exchange for a date, but know ye that who so
ever does not make that mistake shall
not have
the fear of 9 months assignment."

Adebimpe The Facebook Girl Part 2

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 29 Jan 2017 09:06:00 -0800

Just while I was wondering about my stupidity, my memory started flashing back to the how we started………. After sending her a friend request on facebook which she accepted. We chat about academics, life in general.

As time went on, we were so fond of each other that we confided in each other. She told me about her relationship that just ended with mike due to emotional and physical abuse. She told me how mike didn’t love her, how he violently demand for sex, how he always demanded for anal sex which she always rejected not until one day when mike drugged her drink and she was unconscious while mike had his way through her…

I felt so sorry for her that I always keep her company on chats. We do exchange pictures, voicenotes and videos. The feelings was developing gradually until the day I asked her out… It took her up to 2weeks to give a yes answer, after giving me a yes, we started the E-dating proper. It was fun all through because we chat almost every minute., I will always call her time to time which she don’t always return but I never minded. As at march, our intimacy grew to the extent that we engage in dirty chats. Chaii, adebimpe is a guru at it. She will always tell me about her sexcapades with her ex, how she gives Mouth Gig and swallows the cu-m. How she do perform 56 styles. Infact, every nite, I do make sure my fone is charged so as to enjoy each nite moment of sexchat, after chat, she will call me in the midnite for phone sex.

One nite during our normal chat, we were like.. Bimpe: baby, I’m getting wet too much dis days, each time I feel like having you in me Me: The feelings is mutual baby, same thing here Bimpe: pls can u do me an urgent favour? Me: what favour is that dear? Bimpe:. Pls send pics of your erected d**k to me. Me: *suprised*. Waoo, but on one condition, Bimpe: What’s the condition? Me: u will send ur own nudes to me Bimpe: Don’t worry dear, just be patient till we meet, I will give you a surprise package you will always remember for the rest of your life Me: really?, tell me about it Bimpe: You know what?. I will sU-Ck you while you will cu-m 3 times in my mouth and I will swallow. I will give u the best doggie u have ever experienced and at least 30 out of my 56 sex positions Me: chai I can’t wait for that dear.

The chat ended with a nice phonesex till I slept off and I had this nasty dream of me and adebimpe……………. I woke up from my “day-dreaming” and begin to wonder what actually happened. I began to compare the bimpe who is always nasty on chats and always look forward to us been together with the bimpe who barely spend 1 hour with me only to tell me she is going to stay over at her cousin’s place whom she didn’t tell me about earlier. while I was still imagining. My phone rang and I tried checking who is on the line, it was bimpe.

I didn’t pick the calls cos I was so mad at mysef, considering the 3bottles of alomo I have bought, the preparations and the likes. I ignore more of her calls. I decided to open my operamini and browse my facebook to while away time. As the facebook homepage page opened. On the username, I saw her email filled in it, and on the password.

I saw 8 stars just as normal password code. Immediately I got a flash back that when she came to my house on day 1, she asked for my fone to use because her blackberry battery was flat. I remembered she logged out before returning the fone to me. So as I was wondering why it could have happened, I then recollect that a notification that says “do you want opera to keep your password for this page?” Usually comes up, then I assumed she must have selected YES. I gladly logged in into her account and browse through her messages.

To my surprise, bimpe does the same flirt chat she did to me with like 4 other guys. The one that shocked me the most was a guy on her message named “sword man”. The guy also lives in lagos according to their chats. She also told the guy that she wish to come to lagos to visit him, but the guy said in the chat that he didn’t have money to finance the transport of which bimpe replied that “don’t worry, I will sort out myself”. On seeing this, my head rang a bell. I felt an headache instantly.

I took my time to read through all their conversations and I discovered that she do exchange nudes with the guy, they flirt to the extreme, and they were also dating. It was then I got the true image that bimpe is actually with another guy whom she said its a cousin. But again I thought of it that she invited me to come there yesterday, can she be with another guy and still invite me?, The time was now 8:43am.

To be continue……………..

Watch out for Adebimpe the Facebook girl part 3

11 reasons why men leave their wives

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 29 Jan 2017 09:02:00 -0800

According to Krystle Crossman of Healthy Black Woman, marriages do not end quickly and for no reason. A divorce is a culmination of months of frustration, fighting, and lack of communication.

Crossman says that usually after a marriage is over however there is almost always one point in time that will stand out in your mind when you really could see how your partner was feeling and that the marriage was on its way out.

She then lists 11 different reasons men leave their marriages:

No more trust – One man described his adventures where he would take photos with timestamps of all of the signs that lead back to his house to prove that he was where he said he was. He got fed up after having to do this and left.
Self-centered – It was a cold and dark winter night and one man who had missed the train home from work had to take a very long bus ride and then walk several miles home in the snow and freezing wind. This was all because his wife didn’t want to leave her yoga class early.
Spoiled – During a rough time, a man told his wife that he couldn’t afford to buy her the $999 watch that she wanted. She locked herself in the bathroom and threw a tantrum. He didn’t react and she came out hours later asking if he wanted a divorce. Turns out, he did.
Math – A soldier came home after seven months of being deployed to find that his wife was five months pregnant.
Dreams – A man told his wife that he wanted to become a doctor. She scoffed at him and told him that he couldn’t just decide to be a doctor. They were divorced a short time later. He has already started med school.
No laughing matter – A man told his wife that he was extremely depressed and upset and she laughed it off. He knew that she didn’t really care.
Cheating – When a man realized that he didn’t care anymore if his wife cheated on him, he knew that the marriage was over.
Roommate zone – When he realized that his wife was going to bed at different times than him, showering without him, and avoiding him at home, he knew he was done. She was more like a roommate than a lover or wife.
No hobbies – A man and his wife were watching Knocked Up and during the scene where the guy is caught sneaking off to a baseball draft she stated how selfish he was. The man said that the woman in the movie was selfish to be squashing his hobbies and then realized that was what was happening in his own marriage.
Stepmother – A man watched his second wife’s relationship with his daughter get worse and worse. Despite counseling, there was nothing that could be done. He chose his daughter over his wife.
Children – The wife refused to raise children any other way than not vaccinating them and homeschooling them. He saw things differently but she refused to budge

6 keys to a lasting romance

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 29 Jan 2017 09:00:00 -0800

The following six signs will help you establish a perfect relationship.

Do not be afraid of argument: Relationship cannot be built if there is no mutual trust the only way to solve any problem is to approach it honestly and truthfully and find a way out.

Closeness outside the bedroom is far more essential: getting close in the bedroom is important but investing time in getting to know the partner like Find out what their dreams, goals and expectations will improve your relationship.

Forgive and forget the mistakes:encourage your partner by telling them how much you need and love them, Treasure every positive moment and appreciate what you have.

Hug your partner more often: Do something nice be more generous and less selfish bring little gifts and always express your feelings.

Be ready to compromise: be ready to listen to your partner, be active in creating and maintaining your relationship. Work as a team and respect each other.

Remember to have fun: Let your day be as joyful and full of humour as possible. Fool around, play a game, spend some time doing your favourite activities together.

Adebimpe The Facebook Girl… Part 1

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 29 Jan 2017 08:56:00 -0800

This is a true life/fiction sex story by Onihaxy
Read Below:

Early february. I met adebimpe on facebook as a mutual friend to one of my friends. One thing led to another, we started chatting on BBM and early march, we started E-dating.

3weeks ago, we discussed on how we will see facially and she suggested to travel down to meet me in lagos if only I can send T.fare.
Adebimpe is a student of uniport so she fully based in PHC. I was so happy that I started day dreaming how the visitation will look like, the romance, fun, love-making etc.

On the 14th of april, I sent 10k into her account as Tfare. She called me to tell me she got the money. And the travelling preparation began.
The D-day came. I have cleaned up my room, bought foodstuffs, bought a new pack of CD., wen she dropped at iyana ipaja garage, I told her to pick a bus to my house address which she did, she got to my house at around 5pm.
I ushered her in, gave her soft drinks and we were chating.

Wen it was 6pm, she shocked me by telling me she has a cousin here in lagos and that’s where she will be staying throughout her 3days of stay and dat I should visit her at her cousin’s place the following day.
I was so sad but I didn’t show it, I faked a smile and walk her off to take bike.
I come dey reason am say “se na like dis my 10k go waste?”.

The next day, I didn’t go to visit her and I lied that I was sick with the mindset that she will come to my place instead. But na lie, all she could do was to call me and ask after my health.
That nite, I couldn’t sleep. I was just wondering how silly I am. I just put my fone in silence and forcefully slept off.

As I woke up around 6am in the morning, I picked my fone and I saw a text from adebimpe. Which says “baby u knw I will be leaving today, wat time should I come to visit u so as to get my return Tfare”. Chaiii, na so my head spark…..

==WATCH OUT FOR PART 2==