My Sex Diary

It was my babe. She had this exciting gist she could not wait to tell me. They got a rumour that the management of the bank she works for was planning to increase their salaries by an applausive percentage. I sincerely was not happy at the timing of the call. As if she knew, she kept talking and talking. I almost begged her to stop talking. I would have lied that I was driving but Bimbo would assume I lied because she was there. After about 5 mins we ended the conversation with the usual I love u, I love u.

I looked up at Bimbo and it was noticeable that the shine in her eyes had vanished and the car was for the first time completely dark. I had to switch on the internal light of the car to see her face. She feigned a smile and asked if that was my girl, I said yes. She wondered why I never made mention of her all along. I also reminded her too that she never made mention of her relationship too. I further said that events must have taken place so quick that we both didn’t have the opportunity to discuss that part of our lives. I further queried that I heard her once calling sweetheart, so I guessed she must have a guy. She smiled and enquired when. I explained and she replied it was her younger sister she was referring to that day. That she was to go pick her up from work that day. She said she is presently not in a relationship. That the last one ended based on the genotype issue, but she still hung out with the guy until he found a new compatible love. Deep within me I smiled. I believed she was lying but I cared less, at least no immediate threat to my ambition. I tried to get the mood back into a romantic one to no avail. I tried searching for her eyes but couldn’t catch them. Tried kissing, she politely refused. I dropped her before her house gate.

Chei, anger welled up in me. A botched bang coup. I was confident that at least she kissed me. Time will tell and the koko will shele. I got home extremely late and tired. Managed to park the car and even forgot to lock up until the morning after. I woke up and she had sent me a text message. “XXXX, the kiss we shared haunted me through the night wished I had more than those few minutes. Last night was the coldest of all nights I have experienced; sorry I reacted the way I did after you received that call. I care”.

I was overjoyed. I did not remember exchanging numbers with her. So I assumed she must have stored my number before now from the office directory she had. The early morning erection I had became longer and firmer. Thicker than my palm could hold. I remembered those jugs and kegs she carried. Very attractive set. I reveled in the thought that I nearly derobed them last night. I hurriedly got dressed for work. Did my daily routine check on the car, only then did I notice that the car was not locked. I was scared that someone had bugled the car. But all was intact. I got to work and met my damsel smiling profusely at me. I winked at her because other colleagues were around especially one witchful girl like that. She sent me a text message that I should add her to my yahoo messenger so we can chat from our offices. Immediately I obliged. We chatted about all sorts. We were both extremely horny. She confessed that she was damn too wet and feared that her skirt has not been baptized with her wetness. On my part, I locked my office door, brought out my long tin and stroked it lightly. I told her what I was doing and she asked I dared her to come into my office to lick me up. I was shocked. I replied but got no response. Within a twinkle I noticed a go at my door knob. I quickly zipped up and opened the door. The least I expected was her. We tore at each other and immediately locked the door with the key. I attacked her breast directly this time around. She was highly supportive. Wow they were large, fresh and over attractive. I could not ascertain the saggy status because the bra still held them firm. I located her nipples. She didn’t allow me settle for her nipples before pushing me on the table and unzipped my trousers. I saw the amazement in her eyes as my JT flew out. She let out a soft exclaim. She sucked me, stroking me at the same time; she was a pro to the core. I guess due to the excitement and nature of where we were, I released earlier than I would have. Less than 5 minutes. Unbelievably she was handy with tissue to clean my long tin and spit my sperm on. That was the craziest thing I did in a long time. She left for her seat.

It was at this time it dawned on me to ask how she managed to leave her desk with nobody there to spend roughly 7-10mins with me. She explained as we continued to chat that she closed our chat without logging out, switched off her monitor and begged one of the gals in accounts to pick calls on her behalf that she needed to use the conveniences. Luckily the convenience is just further down from my office. I asked that we banged that evening. She said she had to get home early due to some stuff that she had to handle at home. Wow I really could not wait to have this girl scream for more from me. She kept saying how deep my long tin would go in her and the effect she dreams to have. She longs to have my tongue on her clitoris and nibbling her nipples.

I was aroused again.


Concluding part soonest.

Gosh i am freaking hard on erection here. Typing this is driving me crazy.  
heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll lppppppppppppppppppppppppp

hmmm. . . na wah o!!!

do quick bring part 3 kia kia! _{because i'm taking notes. . .}

Holyeye make i talk d Part three, ? If you no beg me i go expose you ,  I go send am this link and am sure say she go know say na you talk d story.^{,  KISS nd TELL,}

by the way, sto using the tarciturn username for now ok

@ beauteous

You look gorgeous

shimfe,

no mind taciturn jare. na my boi. e no go do any of sort. na play e dey play.

conclusion on d way

Anyway, the say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder .  NO wahala

tis ok sha,thanks.just wanted to knw who u were complimentin(me(d previous pic on ma pf)or d present one(d doll))
no qualms sha .all good.

bsides that woman on ur profile--she's n d guiness world record ryt?i saw her on tele when dey conducted guiness world record here.tis scary.i swear

lmao--okay.

holy eye ma guy i miss u wella

with all ma heart

She was of average height and dark in complexion. She was dressed in grey faded jeans and a tope which I can’t quite remember it’s details. What caught my eye was the fact that she was petite and cute. Apart from the fact that she was also well-dressed, there’s a fourth factor that made me notice her but I can’t quite lay my finger on it or put it into words. I guess at this moment we’ll call this the “X-factor”.
A moment after Rolake and I separated she came towards us and spoke to Rolake in pure, clear, and undiluted English.
“Excuse me, is your friend going back to school?”
Rolake nodded. After saying our goodbyes I hopped into the car with the girl and drove off.

After I took off I watched in fascination as the girl reached to the side of the car and swung the seat belt over your young, firm breasts and clicked it into place.
“What’s the problem?” I asked. “Don’t trust my driving?”
“No, no, not that,” she replied. “It’s just that I’m used to it.”
There was a period in time when I made it a point to have a conversation with female passengers; and there was another period when I got tired of it. Now I talk when I feel like it and other times I just keep mum and do the driving.
This was not one of those “keeping mum” moments.
“What department are you?”
“English”
“Level?”
“Final Year.” She glanced sideways. “What about you? What department?”
I really didn’t know how to reply the question. I was a graduate and was revelling in the glory, and was willing to rub it in anyone’s face when I felt like it.
So I replied by shaking my head slowly, with a puzzled look on my face.
“You’re not in any department?’
I nodded.
She was apparently puzzled. “What school are you?” she quizzed.
Again I shook my head slowly.
“You’re not in any school? Why?” she looked at me with concern.
The look on her face caused me to burst out laughing. Fortunately I was wearing the OAU/ELECT shirt a group of us mad and wore on the final day of exams. I held out the logo for her to see. It said “OAU ELECT ‘06”.
“Oh I see,” she said. “You’ve graduated.”
I nodded.
We chatted some more about other insignificant stuff and by the time I arrived at White House I decided to go against all odds and have her number. I gave her my phone while we both sat still in the car. She typed in her number, stored it, then returned the phone. I checked out her name. The phone read “Mopelola”. I’d never met anyone by that name and I remember thinking at that moment how beautiful it sounded.
She disembarked and walked towards Moremi Hall in short, beautiful strides. Her walk had a quiet efficiency about it; as if each step she took was meant to achieve a purpose and not to be wasted. I took one last look at her before she disappeared behind a flight of stairs, then I proceeded about my business in White House and completely forgot about her.

Weeks  went by and I still hadn’t acknowledged the fact that she existed. Occasionally while scrolling through my contact list I’d come across her name, but I’d say to myself “I’ll call her sometime” and just keep scrolling. Probably a reason for that decision was the fact that I was interested in another girl at that time, a part III Chemistry student named Bimpe. We hung around and spent time with each other all through November, December, till early January, when we both got tired of each other.
I decided to hook up again with Busola on my Birthday, and I didn’t regret this because she mad it a very memorable one for me (that’s a story for another day…). We spent exactly a week together before fighting again (we’re always fighting and making up!). The fight was on Monday 29th, exactly a week after my birthday.
A couple of days earlier I’d sensed that this little venture with Busola was nearing another end, and during one of my scrolling sessions I stumbled on Mopelola’s name again, and this time I decided to contact her but in a subtle way. The last image of her I had in my head was her walking away in her grey faded jeans, so I sent her a message:

   “I’m not sure which to say….those jeans look good on ur butt or ur butt looks good in those jeans. Take ur pick.”
   
I was just gambling on the fact that she might be wearing a jeans on that day. I ‘m sure it worked; I must have gotten her attention although she didn’t acknowledge the text.
The next day I sent another:

“hi how was your day? Wasn’t lucky enough to bump into you today but I’m sure you must have looked as good as ever….wish I could see you right now…, D”

I was been cheeky and playful. Two facts amused me about that text. One was that I never left home that day but the text made it sound as if I was in school; the second was that I’d forgotten what the girl looked like. For all I know she could walk right past me and I wouldn’t be aware of it. I was playing games and I was enjoying myself. I wasn’t serious about the whole thing.
The next couple of days I decided to spice things up a little by sending kinky texts to her. Below is a masterpiece I composed myself:

“If eyes are the windows to the soul, then lips are the doors, nothing beats closing our eyes and losing ourselves in the sensation of soft lips and shared breath…, ”

Still no response. I sent another the following day…,

“U’ve got sex appeal. U’ve got style. U’ve got intelligence. U’ve got class. U’ve got the face, U’ve got the body and I’ve got the wrong number…, ”

A second later my phone rings. Strange number. Unknown number. I pick up the call. (she later told me she called with a friend’s phone).
“Hello” I answer.
“Hello,” the voice replied. “Who’s this?”
“Well you called me, I should be one asking the question”
“Stop sending messages to my phone.”
I cut the connection
I composed another message to her.

“So I’ve aroused your curiosity? let me calm ur fears – I’m just an admirer who wants to keep his identity a state secret for now…, ”

I laughed myself to sleep.
I had her attention!
Next day another message.

“Kisses blown are kisses wasted,
Kisses aren’t kisses unless they’re tasted;
Kisses spread germs and germs are hated,
but u can kiss me baby I’m vaccinated…”

That prompted a reply from her.

“I would really appreciate it if you would stop sending such indecent texts to my phone. Don’t know u, and if you want to remain a mystery, fine. But I don’t appreciate such texts”

I fired back another missile.

“Indecent texts my ass! I bet you were sending that message with a big smile on your face! Anyway didn’t mean to get on your nerves, I just love playing pranks. Ok, my name is……”

I sent the message at about 0020 hours on the morning of Feb 1 (Wed-Thur). Since it was only a couple of minutes away from the free call hour, I decided to give her a call. She answered after five rings.
“Yes?” Her tone was cold.
“Not yet asleep?”
“No. I’m trying to read, but your texts are not helping matters.”
I laughed. “You liked them, didn’t you?”
“On the contrary.” She paused. “How did you get my number?”
“What do you think? You gave it to me of course.”
“I gave it to you?” She said unbelievably. “I don’t even know you!”
“Yeah, so you go about giving complete strangers your number?”
“No of course not.” She hesitated. “What’s your name?”
“I’m not telling ya.”
She paused again. “Gboyega is that you?”
I hissed.
She mentioned a couple of guys’ names as well. I laughed uncontrollably.
“Are these the array of your boyfriends?”
“Yeah, didn’t you know?”
There was a long pause. I checked my wrist watch. It was a few minutes to one. I decided to leave my room and sit outside on the pavement for some fresh early morning breeze.
“I think I know you,” she said.
“Really,” I replied. “I’m listening.”
I had reached the pavement and I prepared to sit.
“We met at white house.”
I was in the process of sitting but my ass paused in mid-air as I held my breath. Oh shit! I muttered. The game was about to be over!
“You’re in geology and you name starts with a T.”
My ass landed on the pavement with a flourish. She was totally off target. I started to breath easy.
“You’re totally off the mark. I signed off as ‘D’ in my text messages, remember?”
“Oh I completely forgot.” She decided to try again. “What department are you?”
I hesitated. I wasn’t willing to divulge any info just yet.
“One of the departments in White House,” was my reply.
“What level?”
“Part one.” I had to struggle not to laugh down the mouthpiece of my cell phone. The conversation drifted from the issue of my unknown identity to academics, then to relationships, and then back to my identity.
“Please tell me your name,” she pleaded.
“No, I want you to think about it and about me in your sleep.”
I glanced at my wristwatch. We’d been talking for thirty minutes.
“I gotta go to sleep, it’s past my bedtime.”
“Ok,” she said. “I’ve got some reading to catch up on too.”
“Yeah. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
I went to sleep with a smile on my face.
Stage two was complete.

I called her same time twenty-four hours later. She answered on the first ring. She had been waiting! She was more open this time, and her uncertainty seemed to have vanished.
“How was your day?”
“T’waz ok…, uneventful, except for an impromptu test.”
“How did it go?”
“As usual. Everyone dubbed.”
I burst into laughter. She joined me and we both had a good laugh.
After some frivolous chatting she hit me with: “I think I remember you now.”
Just like yesterday, I thought.
Aloud I said “You think so?”
“Your name starts with a D.”
Is this the endgame? I tried bluffing my way out.
“Yesterday you called me someone else by saying my name starts with a T; now you’re giving me a new identity?”
I held my breath, waiting for her next response.
They were indeed crucial.
But I was totally unprepared for what came next.
It completely blew the wind out of my sails.
“How’s your friend Rolake?”
I closed my eyes. Oh shit! Game over.
I heard her laugh at the other end. The sound trickled over and fell like raindrops through the earpiece of the little instrument I was gripping tightly, pressured against my ear.
“You gave me a ride from my hostel to White House……”
“Alright alright, you got me. You must have really stayed up all night racking your brains!”
I managed a laugh.
She ignored me.
“What’s your name?” She said “I only remember it begins with a D.”
“No no no,” I shook my head vehemently, an action that puzzled me, because it wasn’t like she could see my head movements. “You’d have to figure that out as well.”
“Oh no, don’t do that to me….”
Just as the day before we covered a variety of topics and spoke for an hour before we signed off and went to bed.

The next day I was in my dad’s office, doing some research on the net concerning my masters programme when I got a call from Jennifer.
“David I’m tired of reading. I’m bored, feeling hot, and I need some fresh air.”
I needed no further encouragement. My response was brief.
“I’ll come pick up up.”
I solved all her problems one by one. She got the needed fresh air on the drive over to pop’s office, forgot about feeling hot after cooling off in the A.C., and after talking for a while which ended in both of us kissing and rolling on the couch in the office, the boredom disappeared.

Jennifer’s really a remarkable girl. She’s light-complexioned, tall, and shapely with the curves and the right statistics. In the past she’d never allowed me beyond the point of sucking on her nipples, which I always did with relish because she had such lovely breasts, but today I managed to coax her outa her jeans and before long she stood before me in her bra and thongs. I looked her from head to toe and marvelled at such a creature. I even persuaded her to turn 180^o so I could see her rear view, and she complied although she was quite shy about it. I looked around the office, hoping my dad didn’t have a surveillance camera hidden somewhere.
Although she dangled all these invitingly for me, she declined to have sex. She even took my hand and ran it through her pubic hair, an action that made my mouth dry and my blood hot. But that was it. In the end I sighed as she put her clothes back on. After a while we left the office and I dropped her off at her hostel.

That evening I laid down on a couch in our living room, my mind wandering. My dad had traveled, my mum had gone for night vigil, and my brothers were in school.
I was home alone.
I suddenly sat up. I had the benz all to myself. I looked at myself from head to toe, and came to the conclusion that I was much too well dressed and looking too fine to let it all go to waste.
I picked up my phone and dialed Mopelola’s number.

“Hi,” she said when she answered the call.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Not much, just reading on my bed.”
“I’m coming to your place. I’d like to see you.”
“No no, I’m not ready yet.” I could almost see her shaking her head. “Still enjoying our little game.”
“Yeah I’m enjoying it too, but I’d like to see you,” I pleaded.
“Not now, David” she replied. “Besides, I’m reading.”
I pleaded some more but she wouldn’t budge, so I ended the call. Since it seemed I was destined to spend the evening alone in my living room I kicked off my shoes and stretched out on the sofa.
I was just starting to get comfortable when my phone rang. It was Mopelola. She had one message for me, one I was itching to hear.
“Ok David, let’s meet. Come to my room at 9pm. If you fail to arrive at nine on the dot, you can kiss seeing me goodbye.”
“I won’t disappoint you,” I said, my voice filled with certainty.
Thank God! I glanced at my wristwatch. It was quarter past eight. I decided to get out of the house by quarter to nine, which gave me more than enough time to get to her room. Her room! It suddenly hit me. How was I supposed to be at her doorstep if I didn’t know her room number? I’ll just have to call, I resolved. I stretched out on the couch, anxiously waiting for the minutes to tick by.

I was slipping on my sneakers at 8:43 when my phone buzzed. It was my brother. He too had a message for me.
“Bro, I want to come home, and I need a ride. Could you come pick me up at White House?”
Tonight of all nights! I swore inwardly. But I had no choice. He’s blood.
“I’ll be there.”
I glanced at the wall clock as I bolted out of the house: 8:47.
I sped to White House, picked up my brother and his girlfriend, sped back home. I barely waited for them to disembark before I threw the gear into reverse.
Checked my wristwatch. 8:57.
Oh shit!
I was flying out of the driveway when I had a call from Buddy. He was telling me about a Zenith Bank test he’d been invited for but I hardly paid any attention to the words he was muttering. After he ended the call my eyes swept over the time display on the car dashboard.
9:00.
As if on cue, my phone rings almost immediately. I didn’t need to check who it was.
“Where are you?” She demanded.
“I’m on my way, I’m almost there,” I pleaded.
“You’re late and I’m out of my room already”
“Gimme two minutes!”
I drove like a mad man. I gave new meaning to Formula 1 racing. I pushed the car like it’d never been pushed before. I’m sure the benz actually surprised itself, because it probably never knew it had such potential to achieve such performance. It must have been proud of itself!

As I approached Rock of Ages hostel – the hostel preceding hers – I decided to call and inform her I was downstairs, even though I hadn’t arrived yet. I dialed her number, at the same time keeping a wary eye on the road while I navigated through the untarred road dotted with potholes filled with rainwater from the previous day’s downpour. “This road’s getting worse,” I thought to myself as I wriggled my way right and left, in and out, keeping an eye out for a girl approaching at the left side of the road so as to avoid splashing muddy water on her.
The steady ‘beep-beep’ on my phone earpiece informed me the call had gone through and was ringing at her end. Now imagine my surprise as the girl in my headlights glanced at her phone, then raised it to her ear as if to receive a call. With my heart racing I cut the connection, trying to establish the obvious. I watched her carefully, my whole attention riveted on her little frame a few yards away. She pulled the phone from her ear, looked at the display, then stuck it down the back of her jeans. Those actions confirmed her identity.
That was fate. I would have driven right past her if I hadn’t chosen to call her at that moment, because I could hardly tell what she looked like.

I changed course, crossing the road and abruptly swinging the vehicle directly onto her path, hitting the brakes a few inches away from her legs. She stopped short, glanced at the windscreen, then walked over to the passenger window and gave me one long, hard look, as if trying to evaluate my mental status. Although she couldn’t see much of my face, I smiled at her. She took a closer look, then her expression softened with a cheeky smile.
“Is this your 9 O’clock?”
“I got held up,” I grunted. “Where’re you heading to?”
“I’ve got to go meet my friend, she just arrived from OSU.”
“Hop in.” 


enough 4 now. . . .

@ shimfe,

Holyeye is already on a ransome. I don warn am make e no talk this one . But no long tin.

@cooldude

Taciturn not tarciturn because that name get meaning.

@holyeye.

taciturn na your boy?

oyato!

hmmnhhhhh.



_{Guns don't kill}

Holyeye u are bad nigga!
Oyato  ur escapades are cool as well!
Ruky i like ur down to earth nature.

My story!

On a very cold morning at the boarding room in far away amsterdam the time was exactly 7:14am waiting to hear the announcement for my flight,  shaking like a jelly fish though I had been in the Risjwik for 3weeks for official works but it was my first time to be out of Nigeria and my first time in europe so u can imagine, i was shaking and can wait to get into the plane heading for MMA.
I decided to a take a drag from my dunhill ciga so i went to the area designated for smoking and was puffing on the ciga as my life depended on it, while smoking a lady walked up to me and requested to borrow my ligther, I did handed the ligther to her as I was in no mood for chasing,  all that was in my thought was to hear  flight number and just vamoose into the craft , still at the smoking area the lady returned my lighter and introduced her self as yetunde( not real name) and started a conversation we got talking and we got to know we are on the same flight heading back to EKO, we gisted and I told her  I was in Holland for a short stay and she told me she lives in Holland and had been in the country for like 5years.
while the discussion was on i did a sampling of her physique, she is got everything in nice proportion the breast was moderate, the legs were straight and back side was round and firm, we eventually got the announcement and we headed for the craft but had to go to our seperate seat,  I slept off through out the flight till we got to lasgidi, got my bag and did all immigration wahala , at the arrival someone beckoned on me and alass it was yetunde again, we got talking she told me she was heading for ikoyi and i told I would be joining the company's bus to fed palace hotel, we exchanged numbers and went our seperate ways.
Days passed by and I went about doing my work till thursday night when yetunde's call came in and we talked liked old friends, I requested if she could join me for a drink for the following day ( friday) at lacasa bar and she accepted but told me to be on time but as a guy i decided to get there a lit bit late, I saw the anger on her face but was actually happy about it and just took it as a normal thing I removed my suit and sat down beckoned on one of the waiters to get us drinks.
We drank and gisted about everything that matters, We danced liked lovers, she was so free with me probably because of the effect of the liquor, she was high and apparently needed me to get down with her. we left the bar and walked to where  my car was parked, I helped her to  the car and we kissed for like 10mins she was so horny and she reached for my zipper but i stopped her because i didnot want to take advantage of her, I drove her off to her sisters house in ikoyi where she stays and zoomed off to hang out with boys at black pearl.
Yetunde's call woke me up around 11:15 am the following morning during the conversation she confessed  her likeness for me and said other bla bla bla , she invited me over  for lunch in her sisters crib which i turned down but she begged i came around I got  there around 3:30 pm but waited for like 10 mins at the gate and that pissed me off ,i was about  putting my gear into reverse when the gate opened i drove in and  parked my car and was directed to the main entrance to the building I got to the door pressed the bell, I noticed a camera probably sizing me up the door opened I stepped in and heard no voice, the parlour was dark as i stepped forward the light came on and I heard yetunde's voice telling me she would be with me in a moment.
I was walking round the parlour  looking at the paintings on the wall when she came, she whispered my name and i turned back, I was shocked on seeing her , 
would come with the concluding part.