What this social media will cause, we are yet to imagine it. The above pix assaulted my pious mind recently as I logged on to my Face Book account. It was splashed on my wall. A female friend was tagged to the pix by another female whom I really didn’t know existed, and that was how it ended up on mine.
Undeniably, the pix caused my boxers a stir making my third leg give an instant standing ovation. The stir drove my curiosity up. I sought to know who owned those succulent jugs. I profiled the name (Anita) that tagged my friend, and discovered the face the pair must belong to. I would have posted the face here as I did the pair of boobs, but decided against it.
Anyways, the above pix ended up inspiring this write-up: Na Me Suck Breasts Remain. And that’s my concern. But boy, those jugs are succulent and natural. Details of that piece out soonest…
Humming softly, Amanda (not her real name thou) edged herself on her right elbow on the bed, towering slightly above me. She wanted to see my face as I lay flat on my back, luxuriating in the newly laid blue bedspread.
That action prompted her left boob out of her loosely tied wrapper. I smiled as I took an unending peek…We were both spent after bumping pelvises few hours ago.
Lazing around at home last night, I decided to check all my three functional email addresses instead of watching movies. Behold, I stumbled on a mail that held me spellbound. Spellbound not from the content or contextual analysis, but from the fact that it took me like forever to remember I actually wrote and sent that.
How time flies and obliterates our memories. It was a love note that had kept me awake on Val’s day 4yrs ago. I blushed as I perused it over and over. And then I asked myself if I would’ve written such stuff in this present time? It was dated Thursday, February 14, 2008 3:04 AM. I have shamelessly reproduced it unedited. Might share it here soonest.
...is not your regular kind of guy. This Capricorn by Zodiac, Nigerian by birth, European by fertile imagination, a relatively uncelebrated writer peeping through the curtains of stardom and enormous popularity, is a blend of humour and tautness.