My Sex Diary

who be this? u know me before? na wetin concern me concern you

why was lubricant invented?  

where you know me? you this newbie

sweet heart tell me your old name . I am getting interested in knowing you.

Y  r u guys fighting over it. Besides I was talking to holyeye,abi na holythug. Wetin concern u as per why I wan know am,must everything be about shagging? Abeg no make me vex jare.

@ Titi Joe,
leave tori mata jare. I believe everyone is just curious not necessarily fighting. Hooking up, hmmmmmmmmmmmm. I sincerely don't want to use this diary as a medium to create cheap popularity to myself. Nevertheless, i appreciate you wanting us to gist or flow and not necessarily shagging. Hook up on holyholyeye@yahoo.com and i will most welcome you to a chat  . Cheers

@ all,
How bodi? My email addy is open to all oooooo. Just add me in your messenger list and the flow shall continue.

No long tin

@ taciturn,
Bro na wa ooooo. U dey tank me 4 job wey i never doooo.
who tell u say she dey do high profile f**ckers? At least she don yarn say no shagging.
Anyways hw u dey? I read that ur tori for that your thread 'My client wants me in bed' and i dey await your action with the woman ooo.
Correct guy

where da hell are u man. . . . . . 

I'm seriously waitin on you. . .

Tnx cooldude. Hooking up wt me is no problem just tell me how. By d way what do u mean by we discussing d word of,  Am waiting sha.

Let me post apast experience of mine. This escapade happened 3yrs ago. I hope she is not reading sha.

My experience with the female lawyer:

It was a very cloudy day. The clouds were moody like they had been provoked beyond comprehension. Rain was threatening to fall. My uncle who just opened his chambers requested I helped him with dispatching a mail to another law firm. It was about 9am. I obliged without any excuse. I had not started proper job by then. I was more into freelance jobs, thus I had plenty spare time. I left Ikeja for Onikan for the firm situated close to TBS. On getting to Onikan, the rains had started. I alighted from the bus and strolled to the complex. On getting to the suite to my dismay, the office was locked. No body was on the corridor. I was vexed. I was terribly soaked and at the same time could not decide on where to drop the mail or what to do. Two suites away, I could see an office with the locks open on the metal gate, but the glazing panel in the door was tinted. I summoned courage after some few minutes to knock on the door and seek for permission to stay a while or possibly drop the mail with the receptionist.
I knocked for a while and I got no response. I could hear slow soft music leaking through the void spaces to the corridor where I was. I knocked harder and harder. After about 3 minutes, a charming good looking lady opened the door. She was baffled at my sight. I was still wet though the dripping had reduced. My clothes clung tightly to the curves of my body. I adorned a tee shirt on a tight jean trouser on a sandal. She assessed me from head to toe like I was a ghost. I had the mail in a black nylon bag. She must have possibly thought I was one of the Lagos Island boys. She requested to know what my mission was. I explained briefly and at this point I started to shiver. My teeth charged at each other. She stared for a while then softened and asked I come in. She immediately switched off the air condition in the reception. She asked I feel relaxed and walked into an inner office which I adjudge was the MD’s. I saw no other person but her. The TV at the reception kept me busy, though the audio was muted so that the slows from the deck would fitter through the noise from the rain without any interference.
I relaxed the more. After 20 minutes, the lady came out of the inner office to ask how I was faring. I was almost dried up then. I thanked her for the gesture and she asked if I wanted coffee or tea. I was elated. I was shocked that an MD will offer to prepare coffee for me. She explained that her receptionist was not well so she evaded the office for that day, that she was the only person available. She sat on the reception table before me and we chatted sipping our coffee. We gisted a while and I found out she was much younger than I thought and very beautiful too. She look like Stephanie Okereke’s Twin sister, but a slightly bigger version.
After a while we stopped and just kept staring at each other. She was running her fingers on the cup in an erotic manner. Walahi I shook. My longtin below was pushing for freedom. Our eyes remained glued. Without thinking, I placed my palms on her thighs. We froze.

Concluding part of the story:

The time stopped. I was frightened that I would be charged for assault or attempted rape.
Then she closed her eyes. Her thighs widened Her skirt was too tight to see through the core into the depth of the cavity. I was visibly shaking. I motioned my hand deeper into her. She did not let out a word. I moved deeper rolling her skirt in the process until i could not roll further due to her sitting position. At this point I could see her white sparkling pant. Chei a bull entered me. I lost coherence of manners. I went straight for her lips and kissed her with an untold passion. At the same time my hands were fixed on her breast searching for her nipples. She still had her clothes on. I wanted to rush the whole exercise. It was an impossible dream because I had never thought of it until the coffee offer. I was less concerned about the ring on her finger. She responded with sexual sondmatic soft erotics. She placed my hand on the buttons of her white shirt . I unbuttoned them with speed. Without looking behind I unstrapped her bra with a rare expertise. This shocked her. She stared at me possibly due to the passion or craze I displayed or my sudden change from the gentle shaky boy to a tiger.
She pulled me into her office. Her executive chair had an automation that enables it turn to a mini bed. We relaxed the chair and I undid her undies. Her thighs were beautiful and big. I stripped off her top and bra, and her tits flew out like prisoners granted amnesty. She was bare except for the rolled skirt to her waist. Her heels were still on and made me feel we were acting a scene from a sex movie. She automatically took off my top too and threw it to a corner in her office. I pulled down my jeans. My boxers short was still partially wet. My prick flew out from the unbuttoned hole in my shorts. She went for it. She stroked it gently while I stroked her clit and sucked her large nipples. I sucked her fingers at intervals too. She gyrated and shook more and more. She pushed my head down I guess about when she was to climax for me to suck her. As soon as my wet tongue touched her clit she screamed. It is obvious that she had not been sucked down below for a long time. She buried her finger in my head. ( Abeg make una no blame me say I like to suck ooo, I believe to start at all means to give your best). The response was encouraging. I swallowed her entire cunt in my mouth. She spoke in unlike ways. I tried ascertaining the tribe but could not. When she ws very high, I stopped reached for my wallet and with the speed of light, took out a durex condom. I fixed it as quick as I could not to have her say no.
I banged her like a wild man on rampage. She screamed and hailed. Her fingers moved from my head to my back. I turned her around for a doggie. I could not believe my luck. I experimented with the scissors style on her office floor. Then her movements changed. It was as if volcano would erupt from the slab beneath, then she came. Her eyes rolled in the socket. She gasped for breath for few minutes. I pulled out because she was obviously weak and tired. She pulled the condom from my d*ck, got out her bag and took out Vaseline which I guessed she had to protect her from harmattan’s dryness and robbed it on my tin. She stroked me gently and gently until I came. I poured my liquid over her.
We stared a while at each other. She asked I got dressed to leave. We cleaned up and got dressed. She hugged me lightly and whispered into my ears that she enjoyed it. I went back to the reception and sat down on the sofa.
The rain had subsided. She requested she would drop the mail for me that I should drop it. I guessed the guilt had enveloped her. I obliged. Before leaving she gave me an envelope containing money. I refused it at first but she pleaded I took it. She gave me a passing remark begging that I should never show up close to her again. She told me she was happily married and never cheated until this day. She confessed that she was reading some erotic articles online and she was playing with her self before I surfaced. I accepted never to show up again.
Outside her office, the horizon had cleared. The ground wet. I believed I was dreaming. I felt the drain of release which was the only proof that I was fully awake not dreaming. I remembered the envelope and lo and behold it was N5000 in it.
I have not set my eyes on her till date. I don’t even know her name, but I remember the suites.

No long tin . Have a nice weekend

Holy Holy. . . . . 
weekend was cool . . 

Omo U don turn to something else ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo 

Na wah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!