After much debate in d world over which nation could shag the most. An international fucking contest was arranged. countries conducted regional and national contests to identify their flag bearers.
All the finalists showed up at the international contest, held in a 10 storey hotel building in Singapore. Each floor had 5 of the sweetest and most sexually capable women known to mankind. The objective of each contestant was to satisfy all the women on each floor and proceed to the next till he couldn't perform anymore.
With much excitement, various contestants entered the siren's lair and tried their manful best. Some got as high as the 6th floor (Russia, Congo, Holland), some 5th (USA, China) and so on. No one passed the 6th floor. When it came to the Nigerian’s turn. Shege timpolo he was named. Dressed in khaki boxers and holding 2 bottled of odeku, which he downed b4 proceeding to his challenge.
The lift indicator went up.. Past d 5th, 6th, 7th floors... The watching crowd roared in astonishment, then fell silent as the lift indicator kept moving.. Up to the 8th, 9th, then 10th floors. Shocked silence turned to concern as after 30mins, the Nigerian entrant had not reappeared. Medical staff ran into the hotel and started checking the women on all the floors.
All were found unconscious and in various stages of ravished except 1 on the 10th floor who managed to stir when shaken, and who pointed a shaky finger at a door when asked where shege timpolo was. It turns out its the door to a toilet, and the Nigerian man was in there.. Wanking.
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Work has been really hectic in the past 2 weeks, being self-employed I suppose that's a good thing. Its been a revealing time to me however, that I'm not the super efficient, super organised guy that I always thought I was. All this is cause I have had to work from a mobile office. i.e. my printer, laptop, letterheads, hard drives, etc all travel with me in the car. I have a major building renovation project undergoing, where I spend a lot of time.
Other clients call for quotes and position on other issues. I have proposals and relationship letters to write and send. All these would have been a breeze for me sitting in an office. Just like in school when I could'nt read except in near total silence, I just discovered that a lack of my own private, office space with some serenity kills my work mojo.
This is not an excuse I would accept from any of my staff for tardiness of work.. so what am I gonna do? I'm reduced to working from about 4am in my office at home in order to get the emails and other correspondence sorted before I wear the hard-hat and go to site. Thus I find myself falling asleep by 8-9pm cause I'm so tired when i get home..
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She came to visit me recently... I can still smell her subtle scent in my car... still lovely, still yummy.. Knowing her has been such an incredibly fanscinating experience. I cant but help wonder what if we met 10yrs ago?
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Meanwhile, I need to interview for some staff positions next week. Front desk, driver, office assistant, storekeeper. Any suggestions of interview questions? I'm a bit rusty.
Jan 30, 2010
Jan 6, 2010
Road trip...
Do you realise how much fun has been taken out of our lives by the existing terrible state of our roads and insecurity? I was in a discussion about long road trips, night buses, etc. recently and realised I hadnt taken a road trip longer than 3hrs in the past 10yrs, and none at all to the south or east...
Back in school, long road trips were the order of the day... for some of us, not becuase we couldnt afford air tickets but because we would not miss out on the fun of the adventure. I took several 12-16hr road trips from the north to lagos in my school days, always in a group of friends/co-students and fun all the way.
The roads were mostly in good shape, and we didnt even have a thot for robbers or their likes.
I recall with some fondness, a particular trip... my 1st and only road trip in a big (aka 'luxurious') bus.. also a night trip. It was in my 2nd year and I had been quite curious and a bit jealous of the tales of revelry accompanying these trips. In year 1, my ajebota self was always sent to school with a return air-ticket and it didnt even occur to me that I could sell the ticket and have some fun.
By year 2 though, I was more streetwise and had many more friends in school... So I sold off my air-ticket during 1 end of semester to provide enough cash for 3 bus tickets in order to help a couple of friends who were so broke that getting home was an issue. I turned up at the bus park at the appointed time of about 6pm and my lack of experience showed right away! All I had were my bags and clothes I had on, my fellow travellers had extra jackets, pillows and blankets because the night journeys from the north tended to get chilly.
We arrived early cos we wanted to get good seats and ended up with the last 2 rows of seats. There were about 8 of us in our group, though there were some other students in the bus too. One of the 5 girls in our group was girlfriend to a friend of mine who had graduated the previous session. We had a casual, friendly acquiantance... saying hello whenever we bumped into each other, nothing more... and I never gave her a 2nd look or thot.
This wasnt because she wasnt pretty or attractive, in fact, she very much was, but she was spoken for, and by a friend. Anyways, there were 2 couples in our group and the seating arrangment kind of evened out in such a way that I ended up sitting beside this lady in the very last row of seats in the bus. She had the window seat and I was next to her. The bus moved from the motor park at about 8pm and we settled down for a long journey which we had fortified ourselves with by buying bottles of water and soft drinks, biscuits, spirits, sweets, suya, etc.
The bus had 2 scheduled stops, the 1st was 2hrs from the start of the journey in another town's motor park.. where we got down to stretch our legs, smoke and gist for the hour or so that the bus stayed to pick up more goods and passengers. The next and only stop before Lagos was 9hours away.. when we got back in the bus, the night was already getting cold and we were already sharing our brandy amongts ourselves in a vain effort to keep warm. As the night wore on, the bus got quiet as people slept. I had taken a jacket off my seat partner who also had a jacket, blanket and pillow so I wasnt so cold.
Sometime during the long, dark night, she complained that the glass of the window was cold and moved her head to my side, nestled up against my shoulder, threw her blanket to also cover my legs and chest, and proceeded to continue her doze. I couldnt sleep, because of my 1st night road experience or just too hyper, I dont know... so I kept sipping brandy and counting the miles go by.. very much aware of the warm, soft female body snuggled against me and smelling so nice.
I actually dont know what gave me the courage or even intent, but I moved my right arm to ease some cramp and laid it across her back... and started to stroke her back through her sweater. She adjusted her body and moved a bit closer, and my hand fell on the soft side of her breast pressing from the side. I left it there for a
while and she didnt complain, so I started to stroke and press it lightly.
After a while, her own arm came creeping up my tummy and chest, stroking lightly too and encouraged, i moved my hand to fully cup her breast through her sweater to find that she had no bra on... and a very stiff nipple, which i stroked and tweaked. She started moving under my touch, and her own hand got under my shirt looking for my nipples too. I followed suit and soon my hand was in full skin contact under her sweater, moving from breast to breast, tummy, side, back.. everywhere. By this time, I was nuzzling her head and hair where it was nested against my shoulder, kissing her forehead, licking her ear... and thrilling at the trembling I felt as she responded to my attentions.
I was throbbing hard by now and she knew it... her hand had brushed over the hard bulge a few times in her wandering up n down my torso. I adjusted byself and her to better accomodate both of us and ended up with her head on my tummy, which she started licking and kissing and my hand with further reach up to her soft bum and hips. My other hand was now also in the mix, caressing her neck and boobs from the front. I slipped my far hand into her jeans and worked it into her pubes.. stroking the hair, tho I didnt have enough reach to slide in without making anything obvious to people around us. I just played wit d top of her clit wen i could stretch far enough.
She had pulled the blanket up to my chest and her head under it... unzipped and unbuckled my belt, and released my hardon from its prison. She slowly and very quietly licked and sucked me for quite a long while till i came in her mouth. All my thick cum juice was swallowed up, no drop escaping. I dont know how i managed to keep quiet all this while. I had free access to all her upper body but she resisted when I tried to slide a finger into her, whispering in my ear that she didnt have d same control I did not to make any noise, and that she would prefer a more comfortable situation for her to fully enjoy me inside her.
We spent the rest of the trip until it started getting light cuddled up together, playing with each other. She got me hard and sucked me off once more, then we made ourselves presentable. She told me she wasnt going to see me or anything during our holiday in Lagos but that back in school, we could hook up to explore the rest of what we started in the bus. Needless to say that the next 2 semesters in school with her were pretty exciting till she graduated and left...
School days.... sigh! :-)
Back in school, long road trips were the order of the day... for some of us, not becuase we couldnt afford air tickets but because we would not miss out on the fun of the adventure. I took several 12-16hr road trips from the north to lagos in my school days, always in a group of friends/co-students and fun all the way.
The roads were mostly in good shape, and we didnt even have a thot for robbers or their likes.
I recall with some fondness, a particular trip... my 1st and only road trip in a big (aka 'luxurious') bus.. also a night trip. It was in my 2nd year and I had been quite curious and a bit jealous of the tales of revelry accompanying these trips. In year 1, my ajebota self was always sent to school with a return air-ticket and it didnt even occur to me that I could sell the ticket and have some fun.
By year 2 though, I was more streetwise and had many more friends in school... So I sold off my air-ticket during 1 end of semester to provide enough cash for 3 bus tickets in order to help a couple of friends who were so broke that getting home was an issue. I turned up at the bus park at the appointed time of about 6pm and my lack of experience showed right away! All I had were my bags and clothes I had on, my fellow travellers had extra jackets, pillows and blankets because the night journeys from the north tended to get chilly.
We arrived early cos we wanted to get good seats and ended up with the last 2 rows of seats. There were about 8 of us in our group, though there were some other students in the bus too. One of the 5 girls in our group was girlfriend to a friend of mine who had graduated the previous session. We had a casual, friendly acquiantance... saying hello whenever we bumped into each other, nothing more... and I never gave her a 2nd look or thot.
This wasnt because she wasnt pretty or attractive, in fact, she very much was, but she was spoken for, and by a friend. Anyways, there were 2 couples in our group and the seating arrangment kind of evened out in such a way that I ended up sitting beside this lady in the very last row of seats in the bus. She had the window seat and I was next to her. The bus moved from the motor park at about 8pm and we settled down for a long journey which we had fortified ourselves with by buying bottles of water and soft drinks, biscuits, spirits, sweets, suya, etc.
The bus had 2 scheduled stops, the 1st was 2hrs from the start of the journey in another town's motor park.. where we got down to stretch our legs, smoke and gist for the hour or so that the bus stayed to pick up more goods and passengers. The next and only stop before Lagos was 9hours away.. when we got back in the bus, the night was already getting cold and we were already sharing our brandy amongts ourselves in a vain effort to keep warm. As the night wore on, the bus got quiet as people slept. I had taken a jacket off my seat partner who also had a jacket, blanket and pillow so I wasnt so cold.
Sometime during the long, dark night, she complained that the glass of the window was cold and moved her head to my side, nestled up against my shoulder, threw her blanket to also cover my legs and chest, and proceeded to continue her doze. I couldnt sleep, because of my 1st night road experience or just too hyper, I dont know... so I kept sipping brandy and counting the miles go by.. very much aware of the warm, soft female body snuggled against me and smelling so nice.
I actually dont know what gave me the courage or even intent, but I moved my right arm to ease some cramp and laid it across her back... and started to stroke her back through her sweater. She adjusted her body and moved a bit closer, and my hand fell on the soft side of her breast pressing from the side. I left it there for a
while and she didnt complain, so I started to stroke and press it lightly.
After a while, her own arm came creeping up my tummy and chest, stroking lightly too and encouraged, i moved my hand to fully cup her breast through her sweater to find that she had no bra on... and a very stiff nipple, which i stroked and tweaked. She started moving under my touch, and her own hand got under my shirt looking for my nipples too. I followed suit and soon my hand was in full skin contact under her sweater, moving from breast to breast, tummy, side, back.. everywhere. By this time, I was nuzzling her head and hair where it was nested against my shoulder, kissing her forehead, licking her ear... and thrilling at the trembling I felt as she responded to my attentions.
I was throbbing hard by now and she knew it... her hand had brushed over the hard bulge a few times in her wandering up n down my torso. I adjusted byself and her to better accomodate both of us and ended up with her head on my tummy, which she started licking and kissing and my hand with further reach up to her soft bum and hips. My other hand was now also in the mix, caressing her neck and boobs from the front. I slipped my far hand into her jeans and worked it into her pubes.. stroking the hair, tho I didnt have enough reach to slide in without making anything obvious to people around us. I just played wit d top of her clit wen i could stretch far enough.
She had pulled the blanket up to my chest and her head under it... unzipped and unbuckled my belt, and released my hardon from its prison. She slowly and very quietly licked and sucked me for quite a long while till i came in her mouth. All my thick cum juice was swallowed up, no drop escaping. I dont know how i managed to keep quiet all this while. I had free access to all her upper body but she resisted when I tried to slide a finger into her, whispering in my ear that she didnt have d same control I did not to make any noise, and that she would prefer a more comfortable situation for her to fully enjoy me inside her.
We spent the rest of the trip until it started getting light cuddled up together, playing with each other. She got me hard and sucked me off once more, then we made ourselves presentable. She told me she wasnt going to see me or anything during our holiday in Lagos but that back in school, we could hook up to explore the rest of what we started in the bus. Needless to say that the next 2 semesters in school with her were pretty exciting till she graduated and left...
School days.... sigh! :-)
Fantasies...
I'm compiling a compendium of the craziest, scariest, sexual fantasies the (warped?) human mind can dream up...
Whoever has any worth the top prize should pls share if you feel like, either posted here, linked to this page or email to t01boz@gmail.com.
Any kind and any sort welcome :-)
(lewd cackle!)
Whoever has any worth the top prize should pls share if you feel like, either posted here, linked to this page or email to t01boz@gmail.com.
Any kind and any sort welcome :-)
(lewd cackle!)
Happy New Year
Hey folks!
Glad you all made it to 2010, I'm glad I made it too, considering I had a rather eventful holiday period involving 2 distinctly life threatening episodes.
Anyways, that's all in the past, I look forward to many great things in 2010 for myself and all of you my blogville friends.
Cheers
Glad you all made it to 2010, I'm glad I made it too, considering I had a rather eventful holiday period involving 2 distinctly life threatening episodes.
Anyways, that's all in the past, I look forward to many great things in 2010 for myself and all of you my blogville friends.
Cheers
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