Legs Wide Closed 9

It's easy to act like if nothing happened but inside you, it eats at you and kills you and then...nothing really matters. Ikram and I became close all of a sudden. We went everywhere together even on Valentine's day; at christmas, we had a two weeks plan and had fun together, it was electrifying. It was like he was trying to prove to me that the molato (mullato?) was not important to him anymore and she was lost like the months that went by. I wish I could believe him completely but...my cautious side had the best of me. I started to feel only the moments; the moments when we were together and tried not to think of him when we are not. Then another round of events happened. You can't cheat nature, she rears her ugly head when you least expect to remind you that she is still there.

I got tickets to this really cool standup comedy event and convinced him to come with me. When we got there, we had to walk all the way from the parking lot to the hall and that's when the first hurricane struck.

 'Hiya Ikram, fancy meeting you here. ‘Thought you didn't do shows’! 

I turned to see this pretty plastic chic - she looked all faked up from the lashes to the nails to the heavy make up but yeah, she was still pretty - I turned back to look at Ikram; he had this sheepish mysterious smile on his face. It was obvious she was more than a friend cause she gave me this look and then wiggled back into the car she’d popped her head from. Ikram let out a loud guffaw, throwing his head backwards. This time I was four feet away from him, walking fast and not giving a damn about the drama that had just unfolded behind. I spied a cosy seat and sat down, he, next to me, still smiling sheepishly. I looked at him with a stern face and he went 

‘she is just a friend, my colleagues hooked us up and she felt we would date but there was nothing'. 

I gave him the hand, looked at the time and wondered when the event will kick off. Then I heard a power bike and a smile grew on my face. Ikram knew I loved bikes and the men who rode them so, his countenance changed. 

'You wished you were riding him?' 

I gave him the 'what the f**k' look and turned away. He still had his sheepish smile on. I usually loved that mysterious smile, it was full of mischief most times but this time, it was filled with secrets and I hated secrets. ‘Riiiing’, his phone vibrated between us. "He smiled into his phone as he picked it up, listened for a while and started searching for someone 

'Really? How come I didn't see you? Ok will do.’ 

He dropped the phone on the table as his smile deepened. I looked at him with a straight face. 

'Look Jev, I don't know what's happening t but you might not like it. There is another lady inside and she is going to walk up to me to say hi. Trust me, I am not dating her; was thinking about it but we never got round to it'. 

‘What!’ My eyes went wild. 'You not dating her but you were thinking about it while I’m still in your life and you didn't tell me' I said to myself still staring accusingly at him. I couldn't believe what I was hearing and all I could say was 'Ikram, when did we start keeping secrets from each other'? A tear welled up in my eye and I got up immediately. Didn't want to give him the pleasure of seeing me cry so I started walking away but he followed. 

'Where are you going, the show is about to start' 

I just kept walking. 

'Com’on Jev, they are just friends nothing more' 

I stopped and spat…

'nothing more and yet you didn't tell me? I had to walk into this show to know you had TWO ladies part from me' 

I got so pissed again and quickly wiped off the tear as it rolled down and  continued walking briskly away. He kept following. 

'Where are you going?' 

'Home, I want to give you space so you don't have to explain me to your soon to be girlfriends'. 

He kept quiet all the way till I stopped a cab. 

'Let me drop you at home at least' 

'no, no Ikram, I think its best we should just call it quits. This won't work. Let's just stop now cause i'm starting to have feelings for you, we’ve tried; I don’t do games for this long' 

I felt the tears choke my voice but I kept a straight face. 

'Why are you doing this Jev, why are you trying to end this, I am not dating them for Pete sake'. 

I spoke with the cab driver and stepped in. Closed the door and didn't look at him but the tears started dropping fast as the cab drove away.

It's funny how you feel you are ok with a game until you get caught in it. I guess cuz usually, I play for a brief period but this had passed the limit so it really was time to call it quits. 

As I sipped coffee playing with my laptop the next morning, celebrating my new writing job, I didn't notice the name on my phone as it rang, happily I voiced

'Hello - oh!' 

'Hi, please can you come to your door?' 

it was Ikram. I was shocked, I looked at the time it was just 22minutes past 5am. My parents had traveled and I had planned to spend the night at his but my anger made me leave him earlier last night. It was very unusual for him to come early on a Sunday morning cause he had a routin that usually kept him till 11am, a routin he never interrupted except need be. He looked so angry when I opened the door, or was it sad? He stepped in and walked straight to the sofa and sat down. I stood, looking at him, I must admit, I was surprised. I thought he would take the bait and just leave me alone. It was obvious we weren't going anywhere, the sex was good...oh the sex was good. 

'I know you are angry about how I left you last night Ikram but for real, I think it's best we stopped seeing each other. I am starting to have feelings for you and I can't control it anymore especially when we know we really can't be together like that'. 

He kept mute and I walked to him, knelt in front of him, my hands on this thighs, I looked into his eyes. 

'Can’t you see its best we call it quits now before it will be too hard and painful? You already told me your mum won't let you marry a Nigerian so what's the use of all this?' 

he looked me in the eyes, obviously worried 

'we can't tell what will be Jev, why end this beautiful thing we have? We are so good together, we make each other happy, let's leave it to die naturally than force it' 

I missed him, I just wanted to kiss his lips as he spoke, we had a magical chemistry that always drew us to each other and even I could not lie about it. He did make me happy, made me forget. I kissed him. He grabbed me closer to himself and kissed me like his life depended on it. I kissed him back as I stood to sit on his legs, spreading my thighs and pushing my pelvis closer to his body, wanting him inside of me. I held him tight in a hug, kissing him. He did same, dragging my head back while pulling my hair and kissing my neck.

 'you belong to me Jev, don't forget that' 

I felt joy and at the same time fear.

He left a few minutes after we had a little talk about 'us'. We had the heart to heart talk again but this time with specifics. I felt better somehow and he looked happy when he left. It was like we really wanted each other so bad but scared we were not right for each other. Society, religion and nationality sure do play a part in relationships. It ties us into a world of sadness as we may not have what we really want and even when we want to fight the urge...we really don't fight the urge. We just accept the trap and live a miserable life.

Later that night I was at Ikrams. I had a fetish I wanted to live out. We had the usual wild sex but my mind was set for 1am. As I watched a movie in his bedroom, naked as usual cause he likes the nude like me. He jumped on me and started to kiss me. I giggled 'stop you are obstructing my movie' he grinned and continued, going down to my nipple as I heaved a sigh. 

'stop' 

my voice trailed off, my hands massaging the back of his head as he nibbled on my nipple, my pelvis wiggling, pressing hard against his. He kissed my tummy, then my navel, going down, as my breath grew heavier. He lifted my things up and buried his head between them as my lips released a tortured moan. He kissed round my clit, then he slid his tongue in me and tongue-fucked me, I felt my body tingle all over as my arms squeezed the bedspread; my eyes wide open as my moans grow louder. His finger found a way inside as his tongue continue to play with my clit, I could feel my brain explode but the cum refused to flow. I dragged him up and helped him inside of me as I screamed again from the pleasure, I just couldn't take it so I held his pelvis, pressed him down inside me for a few seconds; I was scared I could die from pleasure if he pumped. He gently released his waist from my grip and pumped slowly, I kept screaming with pleasure as he bent over to lick my nipple; I screamed my lungs out and the cum exploded from my body. I never screamed that loud before, at that moment I knew I was trapped, trapped in his chemistry for life. He continued pumping, increasing the tempo as I screamed, then he started to scream too, thrusting his pelvis into me and stretching longer and harder, I hugged him tight as he came. I knew he was through as the stretch became weaker and weaker, suddenly, He fell on top of me and we laughed. We laughed so loud and started to kiss again. I ran from his arms into the convenience to take a cold shower cause I felt sour, he walked in and joined me as we kissed and gave each other a bath.

Hours later we were watching a movie when I noticed it was time, I smiled and dragged him 

'where are we going to at this time?' 

'just follow me and don't argue, don't think about it and don't refuse' 

he smiled. He loved it when I took control. I walked him into the living room and unlocked the doors leading outside 

'what are you doing'?

 he asked excited 

'we are fucking outside under the rain' 

he laughed as I dragged him out, found a sitting place and pushed him on it. 

‘mosquitoes' 

he complained 

'don't think about it' 

I reminded and went down on him, taking his willy into my mouth while my arms rubbed his legs, ridding him of the insects, he moaned and start to massage my head, assisting my rhythm as I swallowed him whole, deep throating. 

'fuck' 

he wispered as I drew out, tracing his veins with my tongue and sucking the cap of his willy anytime I get to it. He loved that, I knew cause his breathing became heavier and his arms pushed my head faster on his willy. I took one of his arms and placed it on my right boob. He massaged it and at intervals, used his fingers to play with the nipple. He grew harder in my mouth as I pumped faster, I could feel his veins swell and the rush; at that moment I stopped, stood up and helped him inside of me. He held me, placing his arms on my waist, guiding me to sit well on him. I started to hump, slowly, slowly then I jerked front and back then wiggled around, I repeated the ryhthm for a while then start to hump again, my legs touching the ground, helping me with my pace. As I felt him close to cuming, I got off him and turned, giving him my back, then sat on him again, this time he held me close with his palms cupping my boobs. I pumped again but faster, then jerked with my back in an arch, acting as if I was going to rip his willy off, he screamed in pleasure as the rain swallowed his voice, he bit the back of my neck and kissed it. Then I started to make a 180 turn. I took my right leg and brought it between his, still pumping, my left hand on his chest, playing with his lil chest hairs. Then I leaned forward, resting both palms on his left leg and pumped some more as he slapped my ass. Suddenly, I threw my right leg over his left, now my legs were closed, touching each other, trapping his willy inside, resting my palms on my thighs, I start to pump fast again, then wiggling round with just my pelvis in a moderate pace as he rubbed my back. The rain, making us cold even while the pleasure heated up. Suddenly, I threw my left leg across his pelvis, back to sitting and facing him, then I drew his head closer to my boobs. He got the message and cupped the two of them, sucking both nipples at once as I screamed in pleasure, jerking faster and at intervals, I pressed my pelvis closer to his as if I wanted to swallow him willy, waist and all. He started to scream first as I felt his cum hit my walls and I also exploded with an inhuman moan, cumming with him. He used his palm to cover my mouth as I bit into it, trying to reduce the scream while his other arm held my waist thigh, closer to him as he jerked hard, Stretching as he did. He fell back to rest on the wall (chair?) as I fell on him, resting on his chest. 

'I am sure you woke my neighbors' 

I laughed. He led me into the apartment, locked up, still holding my arms so I didn't leave him, then continued, leading us back into the bedroom, holding me close to him on the bed as we slept off.

My Manifesto

It's in the dream

The art of not knowing

Fingers tap freely

Alphabets twig into words

It's the freedom of words

Tied into the abyss of your thoughts

No client, no brand

Just you and yours faffing away

It's the reason for being

The world of your own

No limitation, no bounds

No reason to break free!

It's the act of elevation

Uplifting and appealing

The food of your soul

The lust of your mind

The art of creativity

The inhuman feel of greatness

Its you revealing a new you

You meeting another You

Realizing that which is in you!

The demigod called YOU!

 #writersmanifesto

Legs Wide Closed 8

When trust is broken, it's hard to recover.

Days went by and lonely nights crept in. I just couldn't face Ikram. His reasons didn't add up, how can a man who made his own decisions and ran his own company be ruled by another. It was impossible. there was obviously something he wasn't telling. My ringtone brought me back to consciousness 'Hi' I cooed into the phone 'It's been a while, how are you?' 'Fine' I replied 'One word response; I am in real trouble' He giggled I didn't. 'You are obviously still pissed I can see; Come out, am at your door.' I quickly sat up in shock and looked towards the living room door. A smile crept on my face. He was spontaneous like me and I loved that about him. I ran to the door happily but as soon as I opened it, I put up a straight face. He grabbed me and kissed me as I pushed him away 'Someone can see us and my parents are in bed'. 'I miss you' he cooed, don't spoil this beautiful thing we have, let it die natural, please. I belong to you and you me'. That brought a smile to my face as I planted a kiss on his lips. 'Go away Ikram' He laughed knowing I meant the opposite. He dragged me by my right arm, shutting the door behind him and lead me towards the kitchen in whispers 'Ikram what are you doing, my family is home'. The kitchen door opened and slammed quietly behind us as he dragged me into his arm and placed a hungry kiss on my lips. My words swallowed in the lust of his soft lips against mine. In an instant, I forgot about my parents as his arms roamed beneath my dress, free from underwear's. He moaned in pleasure. is moans always turn me on as they were husky and often in whispers. He turned me round swiftly, bending me over as my arms rested on the kitchen cabinet for support. Suddenly I felt my dress lifted as he entered into me with force. I bit down on my lower lips trying hard to suppress a loud moan. He stretched in me for what seems like minutes until his willy grew hard inside of me; again he let out a soft moan. Grinding his pelvic against my butt in circular motions, waist still stretched, keeping him whole inside of me. I could feel my clits throb, excited at the slow but pleasurable movements, I kept on biting but a soft moan escaped from my clinched teeth. 'arrrrgggg' He moaned loud as he starts to ramm me fast, holding my waist, guiding it to throb on his willy as I wiggle in circular motion, still suppressing moans. He fell on me as I leaned more on the kitchen cabinet. He kissed my ears 'that was the most silent sex we've ever had' I laughed, nodding in agreement as he pulled out, making cum spill and roll down my legs. We heard footsteps and quickly got dressed as I quietly lead him out the back door, walking back to my room with a smile on my face.

I loved to work out in front of my mirror and mostly in dance format to my favorite songs. This time, I was listening to cake, a remix by Rick Ross. Suddenly my breath became heavy and I just felt so horny. Ring, my phone rang and I ran to it 'Are you a wizard, I was just thinking about you and started to twitch' He always made me twitch even now as I write. He is like my nemesis, the sex was too perfect, too legendary. 'I couldn't stop thinking about you after I left your kitchen, I can't seem to get you out of my head'  I smiled in acknowledgement then suddenly a frown as I remembered the molato. We agreed not to talk about her again and since then, I have been trying to keep it together but in truth, it was just a soft reminder that we weren't dating and he wasn't ready to date me. 'Why can't you date me Ikram, is it cause you think I have had so many partners'? 'No not at all, I am just not ready for a relationship, you even said it once that you think I am scared of one and I am'. I hate it when he uses my words against me. 'come over babe, I want you' I twitched again, this time clits throb so fast and I flushed all over. 'I will be there in an hour'. Line went dead.

In an hour, I was in a doll dress lingerie, red in color with red heels and a blu-ish colored mask. I cat walked to the  living room where he was seated waiting for me. He smiled at the sight of me, I could see the lust in his eyes as it twinkled. His dick suddenly hard beneath his pants. 'wow, you look lovely. I'm I getting a lap dance?' 'Shhh' I replied. 'Just enjoy the show and remember, no touching'. I took the remote and played the cake song already set. Then slowly, I start to dance in a seducing way, taking time to touch my body without touching the sensitive parts, eyes focused on his,  dimmed with lips slightly apart. I crawled up to him and slowly, got up, making sure my breast brush against his thighs and body, He touched my hair and I took his hands off, dropping them with force as a warning not to touch me again. He smiled and threw his head backwards, nodding in agreement. Then stared at my boobs, making my nipples stand erect as my clits throb, his eyes always did that to me, my body always responded to him that way. I feared for me, what could happen to me when we stop; I brushed that of my mind as I gave him my back, lap dancing or should I say lap fucking him. I could feel his hardness grow as he moaned in pain and pleasure, he raised his arms to hold me but dropped them again screaming. 'arrrrgggg I want you, I want to f**k you right now, I need to f**k you hard so you understand the effect you have on me' I smiled and turned round, kissing him yet not letting him touch me. Then slowly, I get off him, took a step forward and turned, twerking for him. He laughed, laughed so loud like someone being taunted. I was taunting him. 'Fuck it' he said, as he grabbed me and lead me to his sofa. In fast motion, he took my panties to the side with his zipper down, freeing willy. Before I could even stop him, I felt him ram into me fast 'arrrgggg' he screamed again and again, ramming faster and faster, harder and harder into me as I moaned louder each time, my hair all over the place while he used my panties as support for his rodeo ride. I felt my brains burn with excitement as we both came without even noticing it cumming. He quickly pulled out, turned me over, Standing over me, he forced me to kneel in front of him and forced himself into my mouth as I sucked the cum seductively, swallowing him whole. He always taste nice. Slowly, he pulled out, moaning softly from satisfaction as he lifted me up gently, planting a soft kiss on my lips, tasting his cum mixed with mine. At that minute, I knew I was in deep trouble and wondered how I'd ever cop without fucking him!

Lost in Oblivion

It was morning

The roses bloomed

Their sweet scent perfumed the horizon

Then it starts to drop

Petals to dew drop

Every beauty  gone

To the sad darkness of trust

It rained tonight

Heavy, thundering, frightening

Left just green no red 

Hope lost but faith gained

Looking at the horizon

With faith, with faith

Wishing on the Word

Praying for the lost

Forgiveness divine

Forgiveness the door

Faith gained

Legs Wide Closed 7

Cheeky way of explaining the molato, just like him. not saying much but trying to dust it under the bed. 'Since when did your mum have a say in your relationship? I don't get, and why didn't you tell me cause obviously this relationship has being brewing'. He was lost for words and I wasn't ready to play nice. I needed to get to the root of all this, I needed to know why he lied cause for me, lying means its more than just 'a small thing'. Men lie for bigger reasons. If it was a fling they are quick to say it and laugh and beg you but if they feel for that other and have no plans to end it soon or at all, they lie about it. Don't get me wrong though, some of them LOVE to lie, it's an ego thing to sleep with lots of girls and lie to the lady they claim they love about it. Even the Bible and the experts tell that you don't lie to someone you truly love. Nigerian men, most of them don't know anything about love; they lie about that too but hey, Ikram is not Nigerian so... I needed that confession.

Funny part is he didn't even invite me to his house as usual for this chat, he took me out for dinner and got a table in a private corner. Was he hiding me? 'Why are we even here and not at your place, are you hiding me?'. 'Babe you are getting over your head about this, it's nothing. Please, it's just to please my mum I swear, I have not even touched her, you are the only one I am sleeping with'. ' So I am your sex toy? I should be glad you f**k me but keep her special?' 'No, you are getting me wrong' I slammed my napkin on the table and walked out on him. It was so annoying, I don't even know why I was getting angry for real. We weren't dating, He was right about that but we had something. That something was special and needed to be respected at least we promised to always tell each other about any other especially when we need to move on or want to move on. It's crazy the way men find it so easy to walk  away on a lady like they never cared, like they have a switch on switch off button. They can be with a girl for years and in a second just walk out on her and be with another babe - and they wonder why they most often end up with the wrong lady. You can't hurt someone that gave her all to you, love you and expect to find it true again, karma is a bitch you know. But wait...could I be in love with Ikram? A cold sweat broke on my forehead as I jerk to his touch. I never realized I had stopped in the middle of the road, lost in oblivion. 'come inside babe, its cold'. I turned to look at him 'Why are you crying sweets?' How could he not even know why I am crying. 'I'm having feelings for you Ikram, I think it's best to call it off'. My words pierced deep into his heart and I could see the anger in his eyes. 'what are you talking about, why are you ending what we have, for what reason? why end this beautiful thing we have, why not let it die natural, do you even know where it could lead us? Babe don't do this'. More tears rolled down my eyes, I could not bring myself to hug him yet that is what I felt like doing instead I turned and walked away. He stood there looking at me then ran to me, pulled me to himself and started to kiss me. I felt warm inside and lost my guard. We kissed so passionately for what seemed like hours then we stopped. Looking into each other's eyes, we felt the passion swell in our tummy. He lead the way and I like a lamp to the slaughter, followed obediently.

If there is one thing I know well about Ikram is that he loves to hide his feelings. I know he cares for me alot, the things he does for me and the way he kisses me; you know we ladies feel these things lol. My only fear is that Ikram knows how to deny himself, especially when it comes to feelings. He was brought up that way I believe. There was a way he kissed me when we got to his apartment that night, it wasn't our usual kiss. It was like he was trying to pass a message to my soul, to my heart. We had never kissed for that long before, even I didn't want to stop. If we ran out of breath, we briefly stopped and continue.Then Suddenly, he pulled my head backwards, looking deep into my eyes, he said 'You are my ride or die babes, don't forget that'.  Then he got up and lead me by the hand to the bedroom. In front of his dressing mirror, he stopped, turned me to face the mirror and then buried his lips on my neck. A tiny sound of pleasure escaped my lips. He nibbled on my neck as he gently caressed my nipples. My hand cupped his, assisting him on the nipple as the other massages his neck. Gently, he undressed me, kissing and fondling. I assisted him to get out of his clothes as I went down on him and took him in my mouth. Teasing with my tongue. Playing with just the cap, my tongue tracing every curve. He let out a soft moan. Then he lift me up, gently planted a kiss on my lips and bent me backwards, kissing round my nipple as they grew hard. His hard breath on them tingled my senses as I moan louder. Gently, he licked and teased them, I wanted him, wanted him so badly as I tried to caress his head, he stopped me and pinned both my hands behind me with his left hand. He went lower to my navel, bending me further, I screamed out from the pain felt on my lower back and at the same time the pleasure his tongue was giving me. Suddenly, he turned me around and bent me forward, making my back arch. He then gently entered me from behind, the pleasure was so much I felt my brain explode as I screamed his name. He rammed me gently, then gradually increased the pace. His left arm cup my neck, bending it towards him, making my back arch more as I felt a bit choked, his grip tightened round my neck. The pleasure was so much I screamed 'I'm cumming', He started to ram fast in me as he screamed too, grinding his teeth against each other, Cumming same time. We both fell gently to the ground, still wrapped in each other's arm as a tear ran down my face. 

Naija Agency Peeps Fashion Category!

So I have divided my fellow agencies peeps into fashion categories please tell where u fit or i did be forced to place my friends in one lol! 

Ruff n tumble gurus: Have the rough look with their natural hair-do (mostly dready or afro) but dress nice. They want u to know dy r all creativity n brains mixed in one, we admire em but we dnt trust em cause most of dm love to play n act like bad boys of Madison street lol. For d ladies, dy r few, rare n dy STAND OUT. You see them on sweaters or jackets(guys) African long gypsy skirts n tubans n mostly native(ladies), their hair in a pony tail or all natural n standing (females mostly). They are dressed corporate casual most times n look smart in their outfits. If u look closely, u'll see dy actually raise their head chin high n shoulders out. They can feel! forming all natural but in truth...if u are natural y not go naked *runs*

 

Sexy Cinderella's: They want to be entertainment celebs n dress lik dy r on d run way, with french tips n make-up dt is so perfect(yep dy do know how to do dt). You see dm look all glam to work n am wondering hey, is it d pc's dts gonna admire u? esp if dy r creatives but then...all dm agency guys admire em n dts were it mostly ends(y dnt agency peeps date each other?) They love their selfies, dy dont post dm on facebook thou jst to show that dy r glam n in tune with d glam world. They usually fix dates amongst themselves to hangout n hardly hangout, dy go to their fellow adsman's party n jst sit, stare n giggle within dmselves like unibabes, one day thou, dy glam out into a man's home. Now dts d big laff cos dy fulfil d cinderella story without d 'happily ever afta' cos in the real world, we live real.

Johnny Bravo in flesh: Yep d must-be-sexy guys, they are all about grooming - we call dm d machismo. The think evry agency babe wants to do dm n as such, shuns dm but in truth, we mostly dnt evn notice dm but we def lik dt som agency guys can look like denzel! You see them always neat, haters whisper dt dy r gays others, that dy cant 'do it' well, to me, dy r always a welcoming sight cause let's face it, we don't have a lot of fine guys in agency like the banks do. And if a man takes time to look good, wow dts a plus. Spice dy say is good they make a good spice just...leave d too sexy to d ladies n lets see some 'rough' in u few times, it's a clincher u know.   

The Empire: Now most CEO/MD/COO fall into ds category. With their bow ties and Italian cut suits looking like the 21st century mafia. There is one I admire, he runs an empire for sure, d biggest most popular agency in Nigeria. He reminds me of Don Corleone with his bows. You see them n u want to own an agencyn be like dem but not me...I want to run a comp but will prefer to dress down - jeans n a tee does it always. But i guess if u r a CEO then u have to conform n dress like one - na true!

The Corporate Creatives: They dress like if dy work in d bank, I bet dy wish dy did. They bliv dt jst cos u work in an agency dont mean u have to dress down all the time - heck yeh! d dress down is why most of us work here. U see them with fancy ties choking d creatives out of em, dy r mostly client service n finance peeps, d few creatives who toll ds line...well na interview joh! Yes, when a creative dress coporate we all know they are going for an interview that is why I love to wear corporate to work once in a blue moon but never to an interview lol I do love to give fake diversion, it's my tin.  

EvaYung: Now ds is mostly for d older creatives, dy feel dy can neva grow old, u see dm bouncing, drawing tattoos like me (yes o I also fall in ds category o)crazy dressing, flaunting all d flauntables in a 'I dare u to try it' kinda way. They listen to rap n all d trendy music, love movies, love games - on their phones, xboxing, tablets - basically gadget freaks. They laugh so loud n give d crazy handshakes. They are always on social network, they never lack chatting, they love to create n dy love the affair games. Go to any joint n they are there, every wkend they r hanging with d boys even the females hang with d boys too. You need to remind dm their age sometimes but hey! It is a healthy way to live!

Outlaws: These r d rebels, colorful hairs, dark outlook etcetera. Now this is me till I was practically told to change by school, love n bosses (aaarrrrggggggg) anyway, am back to being ME! They like to dress the way they feel. From old school to the time of Greece to basket ball to baggy jeans. On day they dress in all black, another all jeans and another ...they are themed in their mind n dress the part. They also think far and deep, never like everyone else. For me I like to see them as true creatives, the geniuses cos ur mind must reflect in our xter. Yes, I like the outlaws, the fashion rebels. Forgot to add, they r d true romantic n sexy gurus. Always writing, drawing or anything dt will bring out that rebel in them(just like I am doing now). They are FREE people.

Finding Nimo: Now this ones dnt knw were dy belong, dy r still fnding their style lol today they are sexy, tomorrow the corporate, after they r ruff n tumble n dey do a bad job bout it all. They long so much to belong that whatever crowd they are in at the moment is how they dress. they are mostly newbies in an agency or the less confident people. few have d creative mind but alot of them found themselves in agency due to job search. They mostly leave agency job after a while n find themselves as admin in other industries.

I would have loved to put real #Admen pictures and name agencies who practice which more but...I am still a staff o n after naija ads, I have learnt dt my mouth will kick me out of agency soon (bhuahahahahahahhahahahhahahaaaa)

Legs Wide Closed 6

Betrayal is a cruel world.

Rumpled sheets and tear filled pillow

Sorrows grind at heartfelt willow

Love's best and betrayers widow

Search forth for that hidden mellow

Dream and reality live in shallow

Chasing dust and shadow

Frisking molds of puddles

In warm firm cuddles

Lies deceits own hurdle

I never thought I could feel so much pain for a man. It was a devastating blow like WWii just happened in my heart. I hate lies. Lies I believe is the root of all evil in life and all deaths. Stealing can be forgiven especially if it's my heart stolen by a Greek god with chisel chin, 6feet 4inches tall and firm large 6packed full chest with hairs growing like a gorilla (ok I sound like a lady in heat). Its allowed to steal in my dictionary called life but to lie...NO, a BIG NO. NO, NO, NO. Grrrr!

I loved to see his missed calls. They multipled by the hour. It's like he is stalking me with the calls but I am stalking him with revenge. How could he, like seriously, how could he? I don't care about the pretty molato, sexy slim, tall curvy lady on his arms (of course I do care who won't). That he couldn't tell me he was hanging out with her hurts like a thousand grinding machine crushing hard rocks; that he lied crowned the hurt to devastation. We were not dating in all the right sense of the word but we shared a thing, a thing called respect so that means if you want to go on a date with a sexy crush, you tell the other, if you are considering even dating her...tell the other; if you start dating her hell it is a right to tell the other. No matter how it hurts, we can find it in our heart to let go and let it be. Not LIE! I HATE LIES! I try not to tell them, though I do tell them sometimes, especially at school, when I needed to hide out and smoke some, and drink some, and just get all naughty and don't want classes to rule my fun (mind you, my grades never suffered). I tell them when I do not want to hurt my family but, a subtle one so that it's not far from the truth. You know, the ones I call exaggerated truths - when you twist the truth but not necessary tell a big fat lie.  You might say you did not see a lie in the last chapter of events; that is cause I never told you about the other night.

I snuck up to Ikram. Warming up against his body under the duvet. 'You cuddle into me like a cat' I meowed, he laughed. He turned to look me in the eye and smiled. 'you are special you know' I nodded in agreement. He planted a kiss on my lips then looked up, staring at the roof, pensive. 'What is wrong sweets' I asked. He looked at me again and smiled. Kissed me on the lips and said 'You belong to me. even if I get married or you do, I will keep f**king you cause your p***y belongs to me'. In a swift movement, He turned and laid on top of me, looking deep into my eyes 'I can't let you go babe, you belong to me'. I smiled at him but deep down, was worried about the marrying other people. I grabbed him by the head and planted a deep kiss on his lips, sucking every juicy saliva from his tongue. I pulled away and sat by the corner of the bed, staring lovingly at him 'Are you seeing anyone'? I asked. 'No, of course not, why do you ask?' he responded so fast. I looked deep into his eyes again and asked 'You f**king anyone'? He laughed, 'Of course not, can anyone f**k me like you, I can't think of anyone just you'. He crawled to me and pulled me back into his arms. 'No one f**ks me like you do and so far am getting this, no one comes close so babe, I aint fucking anyone else but you and don't want to; you are my ride and die, I can't get enough of you, its magical with you' He planted a kiss on my forehead. I smiled and kissed him on the lips. 'You f**king anyone'? His words were said hurriedly and with fright 'Of course not' I said with a laugh, 'ok good cause I will kill that man'. We laughed and curled into each other's arms as the electricity went off. 'NEPA' he said as we both burst into hysterical laughter. He looked at me, went down, towards my thighs and opened my legs wide, looking deep into my eyes as he sank low, my breath held, waiting for what was coming. He hardly went down on me cause I wasn't really into it but when he goes down on me...I feel like a thousand stars twinkling all at once in my head, it must be him cause no one else makes me feel this way with a head.

My room door swings open as my cousin walks in, holding chocolate cake, licking her finger - obviously the cake. 'This came for you, no name just I'm sorry. Why don't you forgive and forget babe, it's been a week now. Stop tormenting both of you'. I looked at her and smiled 'I miss him though'. She smiled back, sat next to me and handed me a fork, take a bite and forget. The chocolate cake melted in my mouth, sending me on a sweet-nothing ride. I could forgive but it's hard to forget, the molato was too real to just be a fling or someone to forget. He had a lot of explaining to do.  

14 Secrets of Really Persuasive People by Dr. Travis Bradberry

Whether you’re convincing your boss to fund your project or your preschooler to wipe his own hiney after using the bathroom, persuasion is a skill that's instrumental to your success in life.

Persuasive people have an uncanny ability to get you leaning toward their way of thinking. Their secret weapon is likeability. They get you to like more than their ideas; they get you to like them.

Here are the 15 tricks of the trade that exceptionally persuasive people use to their advantage.

They Know their Audience

Persuasive people know their audience inside and out, and they use this knowledge to speak their audience’s language. Whether it’s toning down your assertiveness when talking to someone who is shy or cranking it up for the aggressive, high-energy type, everyone is different, and catching on to these subtleties goes a long way toward getting them to hear your point of view.

They Connect

People are much more likely to accept what you have to say once they have a sense of what kind of person you are. In a negotiation study, students were asked to reach agreement in class. Without instruction of any kind, 55% of the students successfully reached agreement. However, when students were instructed to introduce themselves and share their background before attempting to reach agreement, 90% of the students did so successfully.

The key here is to avoid getting too caught up in the back and forth of the discussion. The person you are speaking with is a person, not an opponent or a target. No matter how compelling your argument, if you fail to connect on a personal level, he or she will doubt everything you say.

They Aren’t Pushy

Persuasive people establish their ideas assertively and confidently, without being aggressive or pushy. Pushy people are a huge turn off. The in-your-face approach starts the recipient backpedaling, and before long, they’re running for the hills. Persuasive people don’t ask for much, and they don’t argue vehemently for their position because they know that subtlety is what wins people over in the long run. If you tend to come across as too aggressive, focus on being confident but calm. Don’t be impatient and overly persistent. Know that if your idea is really a good one, people will catch on if you give them time. If you don’t, they won’t catch on at all.

They Aren’t Mousy

On the other hand, presenting your ideas as questions or as though they need approval makes them seem flawed and unconvincing. If you tend to be shy, focus on presenting your ideas as statements and interesting facts for the other party to mull over. Also, remove qualifiers from your speech. When you are trying to be persuasive, there is no room for “I think” or “It is possible that.”

They Use Positive Body Language

Becoming cognizant of your gestures, expressions, and tone of voice (and making certain they’re positive) will engage people and open them up to your arguments. Using an enthusiastic tone, uncrossing your arms, maintaining eye contact, and leaning towards the person who’s speaking are all forms of positive body language that persuasive people use to draw others in. Positive body language will engage your audience and convince them that what you’re saying is valid. When it comes to persuasion, how you say something can be more important than what you say.

They Are Clear and Concise

Persuasive people are able to communicate their ideas quickly and clearly. When you have a firm grasp on what you’re talking about, it’s fun and easy to explain it to those who don’t understand. A good strategy here is to know your subject so well that you could explain it to a child. If you can explain yourself effectively to someone who has no background on the subject, you can certainly make a persuasive case with someone who does.

They Are Genuine

Being genuine and honest is essential to being persuasive. No one likes a fake. People gravitate toward those who are genuine because they know they can trust them. It’s difficult to believe someone when you don’t know who they really are and how they really feel.

Persuasive people know who they are. They are confident enough to be comfortable in their own skin. By concentrating on what drives you and makes you happy as an individual, you become a much more interesting and persuasive person than if you attempt to win people over by trying to be the person they want you to be.

They Acknowledge Your Point of View

An extremely powerful tactic of persuasion is to concede the point. Admit that your argument is not perfect. This shows that you are open minded and willing to make adjustments, instead of stubbornly sticking to your cause. You want your audience to know that you have their best interests at heart. Try using statements such as, “I see where you are coming from,” and “That makes a lot of sense.” This shows that you are actively listening to what they are saying, and you won’t just force your ideas upon them. Persuasive people allow others to be entitled to their opinions and they treat these opinions as valid. They do this because it shows respect, which makes the other person more likely to consider their point of view.

They Ask Good Questions

The biggest mistake people make when it comes to listening is failing to hear what’s being said because they are focusing on what they’re going to say next or how what the other person is saying is going to affect them. The words come through loud and clear, but the meaning is lost. A simple way to avoid this is to ask a lot of questions. People like to know you’re listening, and something as simple as a clarification question shows not only that you are listening but also that you care about what they’re saying. You’ll be surprised how much respect and appreciation you gain just by asking questions.

They Paint a Picture

Research shows that people are far more likely to be persuaded by something that has visuals that bring it to life. Persuasive people capitalize on this by using powerful visual imagery. When actual images aren’t available or appropriate, these people tell vivid stories that breathe life into their ideas. Good stories create images in the mind of the recipients that are easy to relate to and hard to forget.

They Leave a Strong First Impression

Research shows that most people decide whether or not they like you within the first seven seconds of meeting you. They then spend the rest of the conversation internally justifying their initial reaction. This may sound terrifying, but by knowing this, you can take advantage of it to make huge gains in your likeability and ability to persuade. First impressions are intimately tied to positive body language. Strong posture, a firm handshake, a smile, and opening your shoulders to the person you are talking to will help ensure that your first impression is a good one.

They Know When to Step Back

Urgency is a direct threat to persuasion, so tread lightly. When you try to force people to agree instantly, studies show that they are actually more likely to stand by their original opinion. Your impatience causes them to counter your arguments in favor of their own. If your position is strong, you shouldn’t be afraid to back off and give it time to sink in. Good ideas are often difficult to process instantly, and a bit of time can go a long way.

They Greet People by Name

Your name is an essential part of your identity, and it feels terrific when people use it. Persuasive people make certain they use others’ names every time they see them. You shouldn’t use someone’s name only when you greet him or her. Research shows that people feel validated when the person they’re speaking with refers to them by name.

If you’re great with faces but have trouble with names, have some fun with it, and make remembering people’s names a brain exercise. When you meet someone, don’t be afraid to ask his or her name a second time if you forget it right after you hear it. You’ll need to keep the name handy if you’re going to remember it the next time you see the person.

They Are Pleasers

Persuasive people never win the battle only to lose the war. They know how and when to stand their ground, and yet they are constantly making sacrifices that help their cause. They are always giving in, giving ground, and doing things for other people that make them happy. Persuasive people do this because they know in the long run this wins people over. They know it’s better to be successful than it is to be “right.”

They Smile

People naturally (and unconsciously) mirror the body language of the person they’re talking to. If you want people to like you and believe in you, smile at them during a conversation, and they will unconsciously return the favor and feel good as a result. Persuasive people smile a lot because they have genuine enthusiasm for their ideas. This has a contagious effect on everyone they encounter.

Putting It All Together

Persuasive people are adept at reading and responding to other people. They rely heavily on emotional intelligence (EQ) to bring people to their way of thinking. With 90% of top performers high in emotional intelligence, it’s no wonder that persuasive people rely on this skill to get ahead. Add these skills to your repertoire, and you’re on your way to joining this exclusive group.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Dr. Travis Bradberry is the award-winning co-author of the #1 bestselling book,Emotional Intelligence 2.0, and the cofounder of TalentSmart, the world's leading provider of emotional intelligence tests and training, serving more than 75% of Fortune 500 companies. His bestselling books have been translated into 25 languages and are available in more than 150 countries. Dr. Bradberry has written for, or been covered by,Newsweek, BusinessWeek, Fortune, Forbes, Fast Company, Inc., USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The Washington Post, and The Harvard Business Review.

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The Psychology of Language: What Our Words Say About Us by NAOMI SESELJA

“Out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks.” Luke 6:45

Communication is simply an outward expression of what is inside a person. While a person might not always be honest, the words they use to articulate their dishonest statements unintentionally sketches that person’s profile – revealing hidden insights into their heart, personality, needs and insecurities.

• The unnecessary, overusage of "I" is indicative of someone lower in status, or someone absorbed in how the world around them affects them.
• People of higher intelligence are looking out at the world so they use "I" less frequently.
• Social Psychologist James Pennebaker says “people who are lying tend to not use the word ‘I.’ They are psychologically distancing themselves. And they also avoid markers of complexity such as conjunctions and prepositions.” (source)
• Less decisive people and those wrapped up in themselves will make verbose use of the phrase “I think." It would be unproductive to hire anyone for a decision-making position that uses “I think” recurrently.
• Studies have shown people use "we" after a trauma, characteristic of their need to bond socially. This would suggest people who work best in teams use the word "we" more frequently than "I" to signify the natural connection they feel with others.
• We notice what we are most concerned with, so mistakenly using the wrong word divulges what we are thinking about.
• A person that uses words to describe someone’s appearance negatively or mocks the appearance of others is probably insecure about their own.
• People who say they do something "quickly", "hastily", or "fast" take pride in being reliable, generally making good employees because they don’t want to disappoint.
• Someone who "just did this" is more impulsive than someone who "decided to do this." A person that decides to do things weighs up their options.
• Boastful adverbs like again and another suggests a person is tooting their own horn because they need ego-stroking. "I cleaned my desk again." "I completedanother task before deadline."
• Active people use proactive language - I can, I will, I prefer.

One word can hold more power than the sentence that encases it. Take the above examples within context only, use your discrepancy because there will always be exceptions. Remember that the words we use send out there own message, so we should consciously speak with words of empathy and kindness.

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Legs Wide Closed 5

It's not every time you find someone who shares the same body chemistry with you. That is why some people confuse it for love. Mind you, the difference between love and lust is that when you 'love' you never notice how bad your partner is in bed cause everything satisfies you about your partner but, when it's 'lust' the sex is the focal point of satisfaction, the sex must be great lol and you can let everything go for just another round ...now this is why people confuse the two. Love - not necessary a good sex partner. Lust - definitely a good sex partner.

Ikram and I could never have enough of each other. We knew the chemistry we felt could not let us put a name to what we had; years passed by and lovers fused inbetween yet we felt closer and nothing threatened the closeness. Our chemistry was never threatened by what it was until 'she' came into the picture. 'hey you' 'hey-hey'. 'seeing you tonight?' 'not sure, got an outing to make so will be home late' 'ok, buzz when you are horny for me' I giggled. Line goes dead. I turned round to lay on my back, flinging my legs in the air, reminiscing about our last escapade at an alley in my estate. He had drove to my house without telling me...'hello' 'come outside, wear a short skirt, no bra. Walk down and turn left, don't keep me waiting'. My clits twitched. His voice does that to me every time (even as I write I can still feel it, with the tingling sensation that goes round my body). I raced into my wardrobe, got out a short black skirt and a free tank top. I put it on, spraying body mist on my body. I didn't bother to shower cause most times, he liked the smell of my sweat; said it turns him on - dirty sex. I quietly slipped out of the house and walked fast, my heart beating so fast I could hear it. It made my head swell and my eyes blur, the chemistry between us was always so intense. We lived for the moment always. His car light flashed and I rushed to the car, flung the back door open but he instead, he stepped out 'No, not inside, come to the back outside'. Without saying a word I followed him to the back as he grabbed my hair and planted a hard kiss on my lips, bruising my lips. He pulled my head backwards with my hair and starts to bite my neck so tenderly, licking at intervals as I mourned, rubbing legs together wanting him hard inside me. I screamed out in little pain from hurting neck, trying to keep it straight but he pulled some more as I scream in pain and pleasure while he, nibbled on my nipples which were hard under the tank top. I pushed him away, squatting, I made for his pants. His belt was nowhere to be found and I was happy at the discovering. I sucked his hardness, biting tenderly, undoing his pants. My hand found its way in and freed the willy as I licked the cap slowly, making sure I breathe hard on it. He mourned loud 'Fuck' he said. Using my tongue only, I went round the cap, kissing just the tip then licking it round. 'fuck' he said again, trying to push my head closer to his pelvic but I resisted, throwing both his hands away, refusing for him to touch me. He laughed, I know that laugh, it was a 'You love to kill me don't you' kinda laugh. My hands found its way to his balls as I bent my head further downwards to receive them in my mouth. Another scream from him. I licking the balls, Sucking softly then licking again. Slowly, I traced the vein at the back of his willy up to the cap and suddenly, took the whole cap into my mouth and sucked fiercely. His mourns grew louder as his left hand reached for my head and massaged. This was his fav, I knew it; his cap was very sensitive. I sucked hard on it and suddenly, went down fast, taking him whole in my mouth. Now, both his hands were on my head, popping my head, assisting my suck. His face was looking downwards, watching me as my eyes looked up, watching him. I loved to watch him enjoy himself, I love to see I give him pleasure, He...loved to see me looking at him as his eyes rolls to the back and back at me again. I felt the rush (when you concentrate you will notice the sperm running up), I knew he was about to explode so I slowed down again. This was his cue as he lifted me up, turned me around and leaned me on the car booth. He raised my skirt in a rush, breath hard on my skin and slammed hard into me. He quickly wrapped my hair round his arm and rested the other on my butt as I screamed out in pleasure. I noticed a light come on in the house opposite but I was too far gone to care. He rammed so hard and so fast, screaming as he came, squeezing my butt so hard and dragging my hair so hard. I screamed hard from pain and pleasure as I felt his dick hit the walls of my horny pot. I felt him explode as my horny pot tightened round his willy. He jerked hard into me and stretched for a few then did it again as if trying to empty his balls lol. This made him slow down as the hard jerks also softens. Still screaming in staccato, he, uncurls my hair in his grip and hugs me from behind. I loved to satisfy him. He kissed me deep and affectionately on my lips as he noticed the light go out. 'someone was watching' he laughed. 'I know' I said, 'but who cares' we both laughed. 'make me cum' I whispered. 'sure' he said 'You know I am not a greedy lover'. He took my hand and led me to the back of the car, smiling at me with his flirtatious smile, I smiled back, licking my lips, ready to be SATISFIED.

The phone ringing brought me back to my room, I sat up and listened as it rang again. I ran to it hoping he had changed his mind. 'let's go see a movie' my cousin's voice called. 'Sure' I said, a bit sad. In another 30minutes, we were in the mall, strolling down with our popcorns and laughing as I noticed a couple in front of me and froze. It was Ikram, laughing affectionately to whatever the molato on his arm was saying. Worst, she kept on kissing him on the cheek at intervals. I think he felt my stare cause just after kissing her briefly on the lips, he turned, his smile fades at the sight of me. 

My Muse #FP

Like a flash the love sunk

In a heartbeat it flunk

Debunked by words untold

Rebuked by actions unfold

Sold to a world of lust

bought in a rage of dust

Wrapped in a heart of gold

Solid in the act of bold

Regret the phrase of death

Begotten a phase of breath

Recovered in the sea of wants

Discovered are my words and rants

Legs Wide Closed 4

Sex with Ikram was explicit. It was basically for the fucks. We enjoyed it, we loved it and we role played. Every new style we saw, we did it. I made sure we explored new venues: Car, backyard, under the staircase, on the balcony at night, living room, kitchen door way - yes we did it where the door stood lol, standing. It was a new world I was exploring and I had a willing and good partner to experience it with.

Lying naked on his sofa, he pinched my nipple till they turned red and swollen. He slowly crawled towards them, soothing the pain with his tongue. The feeling was arousing, my clits got erect and was throbbing. Suddenly, he got up and headed for the bar. I watched him go, walking with his 'I don't give a fuck' attitude. His cute bum wiggling as if teasing me. Oh how I love to bite them. 'You want a drink?' 'na, not thirsty' he turned to look at me, his glass half full with champagne 'you sure?' I nodded. 'kool'. I stared at his pendulum, wondering how something that lifeless can give so much pleasure. His was curvy, I know - I know, Ladies say curvy dicks touch where it matters most but for me that is not always the case; just like not all big dicks can give pleasure. I had a curvy once, it was so painful and never exciting to fuck him so I broke up with him after 2months. He was such a nice guy, and a cutie too. But Ikram, his curvy was made for me (giggles). I caught him watching me, a big smile on his face 'what, why are you staring at me?' 'nothing' 'liar pants on fire, spill' He laughs. 'Well, you amaze me, your energy amazes me. I won't want to marry a woman who doesn't love sex, it will be hard for me' I giggled again. 'Hard, how?' He drops the glass and crawls to me, cups my face in his palms, raising me up so we could look eyeball to eyeball at each other and said 'You my dear are ready to fuck anytime any-day anywhere. That is how' he planted a hard kiss on my lips as he curled to lay on top of me, my hands cup his butt and squeeze hard, digging  fingers into his skin. His hands found their way behind me, giving me a big hug and at the same time, lifting me up as he got up himself. With a force, he turns me round and bites the side of my neck; a soft moan escapes my lips. He kisses my shoulder, my hands, my back, licks down my spinal cord, bites my butt while squeezing the other hard, slowly, taking time, exploring my body, my back. Another moan but this time, a loud one.  With his hands, he trails every curve of my body, breathing hard on my skin, my body hair stands as his breath tingles my skin. 'You are beautiful' his husky voice said. I smiled. At once, he bends me over and rams into me as my scream of pleasure fill the air. 

He steps back as I pushed him away. Walking towards the sofa, I knelt and bent over in a kneel, head resting on sofa head, legs apart and inviting. He laughed, walks towards me and ramms into me hard as he rolls my long hair round his left palm. With his right, he gave my bum a hard slap. I scream out in pleasure as I rammed him in return. My left hand crawl under me, reaching his balls and playing with them. He understood pleasure. I understand pleasure. His right hand found its way to my face, lifting my head up, aiding my back to arch more. I bite his palm, trying to control my screams. Yes, I am a screamer and he sure knew how to make me scream. His left hand dragged my head back more, making me feel pain and pleasure at the same time. I scream more as his right hand grabs my neck, choking my screams back in. He rammed harder and starts to groan. That was my cue as I wiggled my waist in circular motion round his dick, his groan gets louder as he rammed harder and faster, pushing in deeper. I rolled more, moaning so loud as I felt him burst in me. He squeezed hard into me then releasing his butt briefly and squeezes again screaming in pleasure as my hand soothes his balls. 'Fuck you, what are you doing to me' he said has he fell on me.