Sunday, 25 November 2012

140 Characters

This post is dedicated to everyone who has caught real feelings on twitter. Cheers!

140 characters was all It took for me to love you. 140 characters reminded me of how much reading your timeline is the highlight of my day.
140 characters lead my heart to you, in the most unlikely situations where my day takes a different turn; all I need to do is read your 140 characters. Some days they are less and some days they are more, but I still fall in love with it.
I still remember searching for your handle, I still remember zooming out on your avatar and going through your pictures, how I kept telling myself I have found the right person to connect with. I won’t lie, I fell for your beauty but I fell in even more after I read your 140 characters.
It is funny how I can feel this way about someone I have not physically met but I feel close to you with your 140 characters. Every tweet, every retweet. Though we are many miles apart, but my heart is connected to you, your 140 characters.
I find myself waking up in the middle of the night just to bask in your 140 characters, my very own obsession. Sneaking my phone into meetings just to browse through the series of your 140 characters, in church while the service is going on scrolling through your TL, reading every word of your 140 characters, acting like I am concentrating on my mobile bible or taking notes down, monitoring your TL, making sure our 140 characters can relate to each other. 140 characters.
In the words of Keisha white’s song “weakness in me”… to you I gave my affection right from the start. You got my heart on lockdown with your 140 characters.
Some days it feels like we are having conversations, your 140 characters meets up with my 140 characters in the middle. We don’t mention each other but it feels like our 140 characters are talking.
I know how crazy it sounds; I know how surreal it feels. This is not real but my heart skips many beats whenever I read your 140 characters.
Your 140 character that is a reflection of you and your ever so beautiful mind.
I get to know how you are feeling, how your day is going, I get to interact with your mind implicitly.
When I am in the midst of people, I find myself checking for new updates on your 140 characters. Listening to my favorite song and reading your 140 characters, even when I log off, I sign in back just because I need to see your 140 characters.
“I am lost without you, I can’t help myself”. My world is centered on your 140 characters. Your 140 characters are funny, real, heart felt, naughty, true, facts and sometimes just bants but I can relate to them at any level.
140 characters, who would have thought mere words can make a mortal wish for immortality, A chance to read your 140 characters forever.
I really want to reply to your 140 characters by telling you how I feel but I fear you may misunderstand my intentions. Stories of people trying to get it with 140 characters, setting p’s, leaving heartbreaks behind, playing with emotions. I just want to know if by any chance, my 140 characters and your 140 characters can add up and make 143.
140 characters define how I feel for you, I don’t need to write you a long love letter, 140 characters are just enough.
140 characters left my love speechless, if only you could hear the harmony my heartbeat sings to the thoughts of you.
I get jealous sometimes when I read other tweets where your handle is mentioned. Where, out of the goodness of your heart you reply also. I wish I was bold enough to say exactly how you make me feel, what you do to me, how you affect me, how you make my earth shake, how often I read your 140 characters and go breathless.
I hope to be more than 140 characters to you and if that happens, I pray we never forget how we started, 140 characters.

Friday, 16 November 2012

Russian Standard & Oriental

I couldn’t stop thinking about my last encounter with Russian standard and oriental. A lot of people wouldn’t get the aforementioned statement.
It all started at a party I attended, that night as always I had a fight with my off and on ex, I needed a fix. No alcohol in the house and I was mad furious. A beep on my phone “dude, I am celebrating my birthday at steam bar, Hilton Paddington.. You should come through”. After hours of contemplating, I decided to head to steam bar. The place was packed full, beautiful ladies everywhere, mostly black girls. Screaming, dancing in cliques, holding champagne flutes, truly this was a sight to behold. And so my wild night began, drinking heavily like I was running away from monsters. At 1am, totally buzzed, I decided to check on my ex, drunken text her with words, I held back for a bit and decided to stalk her a bit on twitter to check what she as up to, her TL left me shocked. She was having a great time, she kept retweeting a handle, lewd tweets, and they kept flirting back and forth. Shii, I was about to get jealous, still drunk, I tried to make my way back to the table my friend had paid for, In that attempt I knocked over a bottle of champagne. The girls on the table didn’t look furious too drunk to notice, I apologized and offered to buy another bottle. Two out of the 5girls on the table declined. And then I heard one say, she wanted to dance and she thought I was cute. So I obliged, it was the least I could do. I started dancing with her, half way she started putting moves on me I can only assume she had black heritage. Moving her hips, for a Chinese girl; she had a nice ass, softer than a cushion. Shout out to Vybtz Kartel “one man”. The song came and everything went wild, this felt like soft porn. No penetration, grinding, nibbling. In Jamie fox words “blame it on the alcohol”. That moment where I thought it was enough, her friend joined in. and they started dancing, and just like that they kissed. My dick was going to jump out of my chinos pants. Was any of this possible? What made it even hot was the fact that I was sure I was not going home with these girls, so I might as well enjoy the view. Almost 2am, the club became too loud. I needed to go home. I went out to get a cab, whilst I was outside calling a cab, the Asian girl came out as well, walked over to me and kissed me. I stood there puzzled. Her friend came out and whilst I was still in shock, she kissed me too. A lot of chitchat and we decided to share a cab. Nothing good ever happens after 2am, I kept hearing that in my head. We got to their apartment, I got invited in, I should have said no but I have good manners so I went in
We talked a little more and it was only then I found out Kim, the Chinese girl was a model and her friend Dina was an art student from Russia. We started drinking again, In between conversations; I could have sworn someone suggested we take a shower. Nothing good happens after 2am, I agreed. Here I was, in the middle of 2 beautiful women, getting clean and STARING. Shower time was over, we got out, I stayed back to dry off, I just started drying myself with a towel when I heard one of the girls moan loud. This was it; I made my way to the bedroom and what I saw was like a scene from porn. Girl on girl, they kissed passionately. Wrapped in each other’s arm.
I stood there frozen. I needed to watch how this was going to end. Kim was in control, kissing Dina from her lips to her neck and then her nipples to her abdomen, while her hands roamed freely on Dina’s body. Dina kept moaning and saying the word “bolshe”, I don’t know what that means but it sounded sexy.
Kim kept at it, gently kissing Dina already soaked buju box with her tongue teasing the sugared almond, Dina screamed some more while I stood there frozen, the only time I moved was to get a closer view. Dina pushed Kim head in deeper, she was about to cum and Kim didn’t stop. Dina looked pleased and she planned on getting her revenge. They both looked at me and commanded me to just watch. I dropped the towel long time ago, so…… ok. Dina told Kim to sit on her face and Kim did that with no hesitation. Have you ever been to an opera where the fat lady sings in a deafening voice? I just had front row seats to that. Kim kept grinding on Dina’s face, Dina supported Kim’s ass on her face. Kim bent backwards, stretched her hands, located Dina’s fanny and started digging deep, occasionally showing off her DJ skills, “rrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrr” fingers in rotary motion. I stood there watching this.
Kim came on Dina’s face so hard she kept shaking for a while. They looked at me and smiled, this is pure torture.
Dina still on the bed, Kim got off her face and assumed a position I can only describe to be where two-lunch box collide against its axis AKA “tribbing”. I watched as Kim kept grinding her bottom lips on Dina’s soaked fanny hole. She held on to Dina’s leg, pushing down hard and grinding some more. Sounds of the opera. Speaking different languages, it felt like I was at a world summit. I could not take it any more so I walked over to the bed; I put my cock in Dina’s mouth as I listened to her mumble words from moaning and sucking on my dick. I dubbed her the cock whisperer. Deep throating and gagging at the same damn time. Kim was grinding, Dina was cock whispering and I just stood there, an attentive audience, listening to every sound. Kim screamed she was about to cum, Dina with the dick in mouth mumbled some words, I closed my eyes and all I felt were wet fingers pinching my nipples. I pushed in deep, Dina gagged, I closed her nostrils with my fingers by pressing the two nostrils against each other, she gagged some more, eyes widened looking at me. They both came hard, breathing heavily. I took my dick out and smiled, now the show was about to start. Kim laid flat on the bed; Dina unwrapped a condom and placed it over my dick. I was going to fuck Kim in the worst way. I spread Kim’s legs open, teased her sugared angered almond with the shaft of my cock, she begged I put it in but I refused, I needed to taste her first. Got down on my knees and buried my head in between her knees, I didn’t speak Russian or Chinese but I was going to give her afrobeats fusion. I kissed her thighs, they were warm and soft. She sighed, I can see her pages turn, they are open. I lick her rose buds, tasting her sweet nectar and applying some from her yonny to her feisty pink punk. I blow warm air on and Kim moans some more. I can hear Dina swearing a lot in her thick accent, I lick her clit and blow warm air again, Kim grabs my head and attempts to push me in more, but instead of painting her yonny with my tongue, I airbrush it instead. She moans again, cursing me. I stopped, raise my head and smile. I kiss her thighs again and repeat the same process, airbrushing my masterpiece, dip my tongue in and then move in circles on our feisty friend. She is shaking; fingers are buried in my hair/head. Her screams urge me on, so I decide to tell a story with my tongue as a pen and her clit as the paper. I titled it the “amalgamation of the buds”, I even drew a map on how to find the lost city of Atlantis, Kim is on the loose now. She attempts to strangle me with the grip of her thighs but I keep telling my story, I go deaf for a bit but she keeps shaking, her butt cheeks are raised, thighs tightened their grip, she was about to cum and then I stop. Fuck, fuck you! Was all she said. I was not done. I started kissing her lips again and then my finger found her wet warm yonny, I put two fingers inside her; she munched down on my lips. I stopped kissing, my eyes are roaming around the room looking for Dina, and then I saw her coming towards us. With a strap on, noooooooooooooooooo. Whatever she planned had better not include me, to my surprise she walked towards Kim’s mouth and Kim sucked on the strap on hard. With my fingers still inside her, I applied pressure on her lower abdomen whilst rubbing my finger against the upper roof of her fanny walls, making the “come here “ gesture with my finger, slowly and then I speed things up a bit while watching her suck on the strap on Dina was wearing. I can feel her walls tighten up a bit, she stops sucking on the strap on, tried pulling away but that failed then she asked to be excused, she needed to pee, I refuse to let go. She squirts on the sheets, everywhere is messy. This was cue to fuck them. Dina takes off the strap on. They assume the doggy position; I fuck them both, taking turns. Brandishing their fanny with my signature moves, long rough strokes, biting, pulling their hair, and spanking their butts till it turned red. While watching Dina’s ass bounce as i ram in every inch of my hard cock, Kim puts on the strap on and Dina starts sucking on it. Wow! I stop fucking Dina and asked Kim to fuck Dina instead, holding my cock in my hand, I watch how Kim brutalize the only dignity Dina held to her name. Kim slapped Dina, choked her and fucked her some more while I watched, grinning with pleasure.
Dina cums, then I cum in Dina’s mouth, she shares the spunk with Kim. I watch in amazement.
It is 8am in the morning, before I leave we share a cocktail of Russian standard with cranberry juice and chicken satay/curry sauce.
On my way home, i smiled to myself. I literally had vodka and chinese.

Wednesday, 7 November 2012

The Truth

They say losing a loved one is the most hurtful experience to ever go through and i strongly agree. They say it gets easy with time but it never does, time makes it even hard to deal with their absence. They say we need to be strong, how do we even do that when all we are left with are memories of them. It never gets easy, the fact that we know we may never see them again.... Makes us regret not spending enough time with them when they were alive. We recount those moments where we were too busy with other things in our lives to even check up on them, those moments where they call us and we are too busy to call them back, those moments where we plan on how we intend on taking time off to see them... We are just left with regrets, it is too late to even right that but some people don't even get the chance to have such regrets, all they are left with is the piercing pain, they never expected to lose a loved one. Life is so precious and yet so fragile, no one is guaranteed tomorrow but we only stay alive by Gods grace. Regrets or not, moments filled with what could have been, no one is ever prepared to lose a loved one. We are forever left with a memory of them, activities, places, songs, food, scents that remind us of them. We never truly come to terms with losing them. Even after years pass by, their absence is deeply felt. Coming to terms with Losing someone you love is never easy. No one would truly ever understand that pain and we do mot wish it on others. We cry when we think about them not because we are weak but because in our memories, they are still full of life. We cry because we miss them. All the words we wish we could have said to them, telling them how much we love them.... We cry because we wont ever have such opportunity to express how content we are to have them in our lives. We cry not because we are weak but because they meant something to us. Losing a loved one is the worst kind of experience to go through but we know, even if we cant bring them back to life, they still live on in our memories. To the immortal memories of a lost loved one.

Thursday, 1 November 2012


A title is only as good as the relationship you are in, sometimes we want the title for the sake of our ego.
A lot of people would not agree to this but it is OK, the truth from my opinion would still be told.
The title, this is the official term given to people who are emotionally committed to a relationship. This makes everything official and real, indirectly delegating responsibilities to the people involved and the roles required of them to play. As constructive as the aforementioned definition may sound, note the key words "responsibility and roles".
So does giving titles mess a relationship up? if i am allowed to be honest, every woman would want to know her place in a man's life, what role they are playing, how important are they, their worth and value. sometimes women consider title as the foundation and basis of a relationship hence putting men in tight corners, spotlight, forcing them into relationships they find hard committing to. she wants to know her status, girlfriend or mistress?  Call me your girlfriend so i can play the part, makes me wonder if it is a movie, play or drama.
This does not only apply to women alone, men also crave for the title, they feel it tells them where they fit in, what they can expect from the relationship.
I am not saying giving titles is bad but the obsession about having a title is what ruins a seemingly good relationship. I believe before you start off anything with anyone, you already know how it is going to play out, so i do not get why people act surprised along the way or leave because of a mere title.
Is having a title that important? Would it make the relationship last longer? Would it make you love your partner more?
I am not encouraging undercover love affairs  but if i am to understand this properly, giving your partner a title makes the relationship more official? official in what? giving your relationship a title, helps define it? really? If someone genuinely loves you, cares about you, faithful and committed to you, loyal to you, honest and truthful, trust worthy. Please where does the term "title" come in? Would the person  not be all of this even after the title, so what exactly is the role of a title in a relationship.
She is my girlfriend, he is my boyfriend, like they are your property to own. he/she is my boo thang, sugar ray, honey pot, honey boo, booboo. Cool story. No please go on.
Sometimes you may just have a good thing going and then when you start labeling it, it just make it almost like a burden instead of a blessing.
The obsession to give out titles, like that is the driving force in every relationship is sometimes surreal. i get it, you love your significant other but you are sure if they are for real when they give you a title, understand this calling someone a boyfriend/girlfriend is still just a made up word. People focus most of their energy trying to live up to that word, to attain that position, to be labelled as such, to be given that title. With or without the title, the relationship still goes on as long as your feelings are true. No matter how many times we label a white stallion with a sharp horn on its forehead as a "unicorn", unicorns still do not exist in this world.
My idea of a relationship, it really doesn't matter what you call each other as long as everyone knows what to do, without stress or drama. Feelings growing stronger everyday.
Recently, i almost got into a semi argument with someone i was close to, her point "i do not see the need to call a girl boo, babe, darling, sweetheart" if you are not dating her. This set me off, what sort of myopic mindset is this. How did we just assume calling someone pet names guaranty a relationship status. Never argue with a girl is my motto, so i simply replied that i have lived in the UK for almost three years and it would shock her to know a total stranger might just call you a pet name. It is part of exchanging pleasantries especially if its in a service delivery store. "hey darling, yes love, take care sweetheart".you don't believe me, Google any restaurant, shop in the UK and just call them. So if a store sales rep calls me darling or love, it means she is into me, i am her man lover, black African prince mandingo and we are in a relationship, Story
How can people just assume a title defines a relationship? If you do not call me your boyfriend then we are not dating, if you do not call me the title "girlfriend or boo" then this is not official. Pure BS to be honest. Or some might say Calling me boo makes me know that i am yours and you are mine, i never knew humans could also be acquired? MINE? really?
If you are in a relationship, you get treated with respect, love, spoiled with attention, never get cheated on, why else would you want to leave because of a title?
In my opinion, if someone can make you happy, hold on to them.
The obsession to have a title gives you sense of security, security from what? what is there to secure? alien invasion on your relationship? intergalactic war? sense of security how? i still do not get why people say that or it makes you know your place, your place? i can only assume you did not just move into your new place to have forgotten where it is, we have map apps to help us find your place.
If they call you boo or not, and your heart is no more in the relationship, the titles would not change anything, it would not fix things neither would it bring dead feelings back to life. Same thing goes for a situation where the title is given, it doesn't remotely affect how you treat the person you are with or how much you love them.
Title or not, a relationship is not defined  by it but by the people involved in the relationship.
Focus more on your partner or significant other than the pet names they call you or the titles you give them.
To be continued..........................