Life’s lil Muse

Like the wind

It moves you to commit

Fresher than the autumn leaves

Its scent intrigues you to lust

The abyss of self indulgent

The wants unaccountable

But for what you ask

Answers never a threat

Yet never responded

It sucks you deeper

The weak give in to ciaos

The strong brave it out

Yet no one knows the reason why

Walking in the shadow

Lurking behind the clouds

A question arise yet still, no answer

One day it will all be gone

And a new desire awakens!

http://www.smashingmagazine.com/2009/12/13/wallpaper-week-desire-disparity/

Legs Wide Closed - Epilogue

Life's worth

Life's draught

Life brings u so much twist

Seeker of one

Weaker than none

Bringer of everything other than wroth

Love conquers

Love wanders

Love cruelty knows no borders

Life can love

Love can live

None can grasp its every mystery

The day started out bright, the roads were free and I got to work in time. I had being working for barely 4months and I am loving it. The freedom it gives, the peace of mind; knowing you can buy what you want, go where you want, cause you are working for your money. I had a good relationship with my colleagues and we were chatting when the phone rang.

Jev what’s up with you and Ikram?

Hi Babe, (I laughed) nothing, we had a fight but we are good. Why?

I am sending you a picture right now and there is a lot from where that came from

The line went dead and I waited pensively. My heart started to beat fast. I could not understand the call then a ping entered. I saw the picture. It was startling; I couldn’t phantom what was going on. The thoughts in my head transformed into their very being, demons. A thousand thoughts ran around, juggling stories, creating damnation, breathing fire. The phone rings

‘Babe, saw it. I don’t know what it’s about but it’s all good.’

I tried to keep face cause I knew I didn’t, couldn’t, I… I wanted space, space to digest what I just saw and make sense of it but oh, it was not done, the game was not done with fucking my senses out. It needed to deal the maddest blow to my lower tummy; the mother of all pains was what its intensions were and I had to feel it, today and no other day. It needed to kill me, oh yes; it was not done with me

‘It’s not all good girl cause what I am about to tell you is even worse. Just go somewhere we can talk’

I walked downstairs and out of the office into the street, I wasn’t sure why I did it but I knew this wasn’t going to go down well with me and I didn’t need the preying eyes of my colleagues and I knew I won’t want to answer any questions either. The phone rang again and what she told me was the shocker of my life.

My head suddenly became swollen and my breathing seized. Memories juggled in mind like a legion, hunting my vision. Yes! It has to be a demon, no not a, many demons. Cause nothing can hunt you at that speed and change your life forever. I wished the ground could open and swallow me in and just close up so the world could be rid of my foolishness. I could hear the demons laugh at me all at once making my blood rush fast to my head. It had to be the demon called legion, I called its name but it didn’t answer just laughed. Name calling wasn’t going to work this time cause I was ‘it’.

I took a step forward. Tongue tied, my world opened in front of me but I could see nothing. His words started racing through my head, his soft tender assuring voice, his kisses that told me stories of how he cared for me, wanted me, his curved willy that I could never get enough of, that gave me so much pleasure and made me feel like the best lady in the world.  My mind was a whirl wind of emotions and nothing I could do to stop it. Suddenly, I felt a lump in my throat, I started to grasp for breath. Her voice trailed till I could hear her no more. It was too fast, too much to hear all at once and from someone seated between a stranger and a friend, not even some one that knew us well, someone close to me, not even HIM!

The tears started to fall like a water fall. I couldn’t wail and I wanted to. I couldn’t lift a finger and I wanted to punch a wall. I cut the call and stood, looking at nothing, finding nothing. My thoughts could only see the word ‘betrayal’. How could one love so much, trust so much and be melted out with such. Nothing could explain it no, especially when the betrayal was meted from the back when you were not watching.

I was being fucked by the very game I loved to play. It man handled me and taught me why you don’t fall in love with a game. Follow the lead; the instructions are always in your face. The signs are always there so you do not underestimate it cause not all players are willing to follow their heart when the game changes and emotions come in. I was face fucked by the very game I loved so well, it spilled cum of betrayer all over my face and laughed at me. Rubbed my cum face in mud and stuck my head out so the world could see.

‘Jev’

It said.

‘A game is a game, never try to understand it, never overestimate it and never try to make it real. Just enjoy it and move on’.

On, I moved.

http://sciencefly.com/tears-of/

Legs Wide Closed 10

In the mist of peace comes the heaviest of storms.

It was the season that brought more joy to our hearts. Ikram and I had so much fun in the months that followed. He often visited me at home, in my office (Yeah got a job) everywhere I went, he came if I wanted him there. He was my lover, my driver, my friend. We couldn't get enough of each other and friends started murmuring, calling us “best couple”. Even sometimes, they talked about our kids; yeah, we also talked about marriage and kiddies too, lol. It seemed like ….the odds were nowhere to be found. Until that night; after eating our favorite bbq chicken washed down with ice-cold vodka, naked in bed, he pinched my nipples as I giggled. Suddenly, he turned to look me deep in the eye and smiled. But despite the smile, I could feel a hidden hurt, I wasn't mistaken, there was pain in those eyes.

'What's wrong?' I asked

'Nothing' he responded.

He got up from the bed, sheets crumbling to the floor trailing him as he walked naked to the bathroom. I continued nibbling on my chicken thigh. After a few seconds, he walked back into the room and sat on the floor, watching me with that smile again. I looked at him, dropped the bone and crawled to him. Moving his lips against mine, I slowly traced them with my tongue then pushed the tongue between his lips even as he sucked it. Then I went for the kill, pushed my lips closer as he tried to grab them with his but I keep resisting, drawing my lips back as he tries again. He loved it when I teased kissed him like this. He pulled me closer with his left hand and sucked hungrily on my lips, I playfully bit his lower lips and started to laugh

'awww, you bit me, you’re going to pay for it'

I laughed out loud as he stood up, carried me up and took me to the living room. He set me on the sofa and started to kiss me again. I pushed him away as he fell playfully to the ground and got up. I held out my hands and he caught them. I pulled him to his push-up gym set.

'I want to do it here'

I said, stepping into my heels. He licked his lips and laid down on the gym set. His willy erect and looking straight up at me, hungrily. I climbed on it, gently guiding it into me as a soft moan escaped my lips. His hands crawled up and cupped my boobs as we looked into each other's eyes. I rode softly, gently. I could feel him pulsate inside me as he left my boobs and grabbed the bars, his face starting to tighten

'Not so fast mister'

I said, standing up, making him slide helplessly out of me. He got up suddenly and dragged me back by the waist as I giggled like a naughty schoolgirl. I’m back on the saddle, riding my very own cowboy. His left hand darts up to grab me by the neck firmly, a bit too tightly. I start to choke as his face tightens, he screamed out loud with pleasure as I grab his hands trying to stop him for grabbing my neck too tight. Suddenly, he wrapped his arms round my waist, hugging me desperately as he exploded inside of me. I patted his head, tongue-kissing his neck as he buried his face between my boobs.

'That was the fastest you've ever cum'

We both laughed.

'I want this, I don't want it to stop'

'It won't stop'

 I said, not bothering to understand what he meant. He kissed me softly on the lips as I slowly get off him. He shivers and squeezes his face as I slowly let him slide out of me. I rushed to the bathroom. As I step back out, I see him guarding the door, smiling sheepishly. The sadness had disappeared. He planted a kiss on my lips.

'You know I am going back home tonight don't you?'

'Stay a week, come stay a week and let's fuck all night long'

I laughed and looked at him. Surprised at his offer.

'Na, you know I can't'

I said, starting to dress up. He smiled and walked towards his clothes to dress up. At that instance, I felt bad and wished my response had been positive but I had to go home.

Five minutes later, we were on our way back to mine. As he drove, I studied his features, lips, eyes; yes his eyes. Loved them. Even without being told, I could read his heart from his eyes and knew how much he cared for me, felt for me and how hiding his feelings hurt him so much. I reached for his zipper and start to unbuckle his belt.

'What are you doing?'

'Shhh. Drive'

Was my reply. He laughed and adjusted on his seat as I unbuckled the belt and zipped down. I reached for his willy and burst out laughing

'You are already hard'

We both laugh as I gently brought his willy out and bent down to kiss it, sucking softly. I could feel the car sway

'Concentrate, don't kill us o'

We both laugh as he moaned out in pleasure. I could feel him throb, but before I could slow him down, I felt him release in my mouth as I sucked hungrily on the warm fluid. He screamed out in pleasure as his leg pressed hard on the tootle, I kept sucking hungrily. He parked abruptly and dragged me up, kissing me, sucking the cum from my lips. His hand reach under my blouse and squeezed hard at my boobs, I moaned loudly from pleasure and pain. Faster than I thought possible, my seat folded backwards, making me lie on my back as he whisked off my top. I hurriedly took of my pants and in fractions of a second; he was on top of me.

'Slide to the back'

I obeyed without complain as he followed me to the back seat. I laid across it as he climbed on me again, without any notice, he shove himself deep and hard into me. I screamed again in pleasure, cupping his butt with my arms, helping him pump fast into me, pushing hard as my legs hug over his back, his head bent down towards my boobs as he tongue flicked over my nipples. A delicious shriek escaped both our lips as we climaxed together, shuddering to the rhythm of the humming car engine.

A week or so later, we were laughing, recalling the event after a round of paint balling. Yea, we sort of spent every Christmas weekend either paint balling or go-karting. It was a fun holiday and my happiest.

'I need to pee and change out of this kit'

He nodded in agreement and escorted me behind the paint balling arena where there was an uncompleted building. As I finished peeing, he pulled me against himself and bent me down to a kneel, then he shoved himself towards my mouth.

'stop we are in public, it's too bright someone might see us'

Na, don't think about it remember?'

I laughed and succumbed. Suddenly, he pulled me up, dragged my jeans further down my legs and turned me around, bending me over to touch my toes. He rammed into me so hard that the pleasure blinded me to the world. He held my waist hard into himself as he came

'you owe me big'

I said as we laughed and dressed up.

pix:sidestorygames.com

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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