Sorry' but i have write the story somewhere else and i decided to share it to you all but have no strienght to rewrite it again.
so if you are interested to read. just READ IT HERE

chibeby:
Sorry' but i have write the story somewhere else and i decided to share it to you all but have no strienght to rewrite it again.
so if you are interested to read. just READ IT HERE

Ok, am not

Nt interested

chibeby:
Sorry' but i have write the story somewhere else and i decided to share it to you all but have no strienght to rewrite it again.
so if you are interested to read. just READ IT HERE

You done consider say we no get work abi?

Adenle041:




You done consider say we no get work abi?

Are you blind?
dont you see where i write 'if you are interested'

chibeby:
Sorry' but i have write the story somewhere else and i decided to share it to you all but have no strienght to rewrite it again.
so if you are interested to read. just READ IT HERE

if I open that link, make thunder fire my left nyarsh

Niggas be hustling hard...

Take that ure link to a link road they should know what to do with it

Penssuwa:

if I open that link, make thunder fire my left nyarsh

Poin of correction.
i don't fouse anyone to open it
so if thunder want to fire you, then let it go ahead

chibeby:

Poin of correction.
i don't fouse anyone to open it
so if thunder want to fire you, then let it go ahead

How do you FOUSE someone to do something

must have been krakumo I guess.

Keep fuccking him...its very nice

Dynamitechick:


How do you FOUSE someone to do something

Kirompa come see Jamb question ooo

Go do HIV test immediately!

cunley:
Go do HIV test immediately!

Dat means you are POSITIVE

Her center of gravity was lost,But now it is found.#Çongrat#

EHI9ICE:
Her center of gravity was lost,But now it is found.#Çongrat#

I.D.D

weren't you the one who posted about a dead man rising to have sex with his wife every night telling us to click the link.you want traffic on your blog yet you are bad mouthing people here.ok o

boss1310:
weren't you the one who posted about a dead man rising to have sex with his wife every night telling us to click the link.you want traffic on your blog yet you are bad mouthing people here.ok o

So You fetch Nairaland like Water?

chibeby:

So You fetch Nairaland like Water?

may be or may be not,but what's the essence of a public post when the OP has 95% of the comments.to be in business except tomato sellers you must learn how to tolerate critics.change your line of work
oya thank me for helping you get more comments today

boss1310:

may be or may be not,but what's the essence of a public post when the OP has 95% of the comments.to be in business except tomato sellers you must learn how to tolerate critics.change your line of work
oya thank me for helping you get more comments today

Could you please Remind Me that your name?

Thunder fire that your center of gravity @ op.

Thunder fire that your G""spot @ op.

sauceEEP:
Thunder fire that your G""spot @ op.

P-square talk am say "They Must Talk"

Dynamitechick:


How do you FOUSE someone to do something

Wicked

Dynamitechick:
Niggas be hustling hard...
Take that ure link to a link road they should know what to do with it

I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you
Oya! Talk your own

chibeby:
Sorry' but i have write the story somewhere else and i decided to share it to you all but have no strienght to rewrite it again.
so if you are interested to read. just READ IT HERE

out of my kind heart i took the pains by clicking on the link. also i decided to make the work easier for you by importing the full story here so as to save our esteemed readers the stress i went through. lemme also stress that the story wasn't written by you, so it's a bit selfish hurding a pirated story if you ask me..


The year was 1985. I was walking on Third
Avenue in New York City, probably going to the
store for no good reason. It was a gorgeous day.
On the corner, a cab stopped at the light. The car
was free and the driver smiled at me as I pas sed
in front of his vehicle.
I couldn't help but notice how -dead gorgeous he
was: exceptionally handsome face, long, raven-
black hair. I was immediately attracted to him. I
raised my hand to hail him down, and he pulled
to the curb to let me in. I sat in the front seat.
The s*exual magnetism between us was break-
the-Richter-scale material. I wasn't there to be
his fare and he wasn't there to be my driver.
Bear in mind, this was the '80s. Right before
things like AIDS and safe s*ex became part of life
as we now know it — the idea of casual s*ex and
instant s*exual gratification were not only
considered normal, but appropriate for the times.
It was cool to have s*ex with anyone you wanted
back then and we did it freely, happily and
without conscience.
While the '60s may have been the era that
ushered in the concept of free s*ex, it wasn't
until the '80s that we really got our freak on. As
soon as HIV hit the scene, we all knew that the
game had changed forever. As it grew into an
epidemic, our days of unsafe s*ex slowed to halt
— for those of us who were using our brains,
anyway. I'm just saying that back then — as
stupid and reckless as we truly were — we had a
damned good time of it.
So there I was, in a stranger's taxi on a beautiful
day.
Turns out that the driver — whom I will call Nile
— was hilarious. Not only adorable, but a comic
genius.
His sense of humor was so off the chain that I
just decided to drive around with him all day
long. We picked up pas sengers and drove them
everywhere. And, as the day got on, we decided
to go to a motel — and I mean a real, vile,
disgusting 'one-hour' motel somewhere in Queens.
I'd never done anything like that in my life but I
was unafraid and willing to take a chance. Sure,
these days, the thought of such a thing is enough
to give you five heart attacks in a row, but back
then, we were all fearless. And I was absolutely
fearless, and in some odd primal way, it paid off
I'd never been with a guy who was mainly
interested in pleasing me. In fact, every guy I'd
ever been with had turned out to be an "I get off,
you don't, and then I fall asleep" type of lover.
Why I ever went back for more was always a
mystery to me, because my experience until that
point had shown me that guys enjoy s*ex to get
off, and they don't really care about the woman's
org.asm. Anyway, all that changed with Nile.
Nile had no qualms whatsoever about going down
on me, right there, first thing.
I don't even think I took my clothes off. I don't
even think he took his clothes off either. All I
know was that by the time we reached the bed,
he was nose-deep in my stuff. And let me tell
you: it was a calling for him
This was no regular ol' guy this was The
Cunnilingus King. There was no one higher than
Nile when it came to this specialty. He se t the
gold standard for goin' down. If an award could
be given for this act, then Nile would be able to
fill mansions with hard-earned trophies. I went
from a slightly inhibited free spirit to a screeching
s*ex banshee in a matter of a few wondrous,
slowly paced minutes.
In fact, I'm fairly sure that this was what he
needed to be doing with his life. After being with
Nile several times, I really believed that every
woman on Earth would benefit from a night with
this incredible lover. No woman should be denied
a night with Nile. It was just how I felt. And if
every single heteros*exual man could just study
this guy in action, the world — all of it — would
be a happier place to live.
And, to boot, he really didn't care about much
else in the s*ex department.
Oh sure, he liked to be pleasured as well, and the
act of coitus was just as lovely to him as
anything else. But nothing brought out the best in
this guy like bringing a woman to a full throttle,
massive overhaul org.asm with the simple use of
his tongue and his fingers.
I stayed with Nile for almost five years. The
funny thing was, we really couldn't stand each
other after a while. We were in love , but not so
much. We fought all the time, but I'm pretty sure
that was all so we'd have a good excuse to get
to the make-up s*ex, which was all about — you
guessed it! — pleasing me. Phew, the things I did
to keep the peace
After Nile I and eventually broke up, my capacity
for having earth-shattering org.asms had grown
to such a height that no man alive could ever
come close. He had se t the bar too high, and no
one ever did come close. I tried to analyze just
what Nile was doing that made him so much
better than everyone else, and I found it: He had
discovered my center of gravity with his fingers, up in there,
while doing the licky thing on my super erogenous
zones.
The center of gravity that I never thought existed, that I
laughed at when I heard other women speak of.
It existed and all those Hallelujah sessions were
made possible because of it. I just didn't know it
at the time. Nile was a center of gravity master.
I'd always been under the impression that the g-
spot could only be accessed through intercourse.
Post-Nile, I put two and two together and
realized, "Ah, so that's what he was doing with
his fingers all that time!" He would push, from
the inside, towards his mouth, which was working
at some kind of rate that only angels can
achieve, and the feeling of receiving both clitoral
and center of gravity stimulation at the same time — well,
you'd stick around for five years too!
I've tried to tell other guys to do what Nile did,
but they just insist on doing it their way. They
don’t get the hint. And it's so simple too.
Guys, do you want to please your lady in the bed?
Here’s how: two fingers on the inside, an eager
tongue on the outside and most of all, a real
desire to revel in her org.asm — because she will
give it to you. Again and again and again.

chibeby:
Could you please Remind Me that your name?

slim shady

chibeby:
Could you please Remind Me that your name?

slim shady

umehmj:



out of my kind heart i took the pains by clicking on the link. also i decided to make the work easier for you by importing the full story here so as to save our esteemed readers the stress i went through. lemme also stress that the story wasn't written by you, so it's a bit selfish hurding a pirated story if you ask me..


The year was 1985. I was walking on Third
Avenue in New York City, probably going to the
store for no good reason. It was a gorgeous day.
On the corner, a cab stopped at the light. The car
was free and the driver smiled at me as I pas sed
in front of his vehicle.
I couldn't help but notice how -dead gorgeous he
was: exceptionally handsome face, long, raven-
black hair. I was immediately attracted to him. I
raised my hand to hail him down, and he pulled
to the curb to let me in. I sat in the front seat.
The s*exual magnetism between us was break-
the-Richter-scale material. I wasn't there to be
his fare and he wasn't there to be my driver.
Bear in mind, this was the '80s. Right before
things like AIDS and safe s*ex became part of life
as we now know it — the idea of casual s*ex and
instant s*exual gratification were not only
considered normal, but appropriate for the times.
It was cool to have s*ex with anyone you wanted
back then and we did it freely, happily and
without conscience.
While the '60s may have been the era that
ushered in the concept of free s*ex, it wasn't
until the '80s that we really got our freak on. As
soon as HIV hit the scene, we all knew that the
game had changed forever. As it grew into an
epidemic, our days of unsafe s*ex slowed to halt
— for those of us who were using our brains,
anyway. I'm just saying that back then — as
stupid and reckless as we truly were — we had a
damned good time of it.
So there I was, in a stranger's taxi on a beautiful
day.
Turns out that the driver — whom I will call Nile
— was hilarious. Not only adorable, but a comic
genius.
His sense of humor was so off the chain that I
just decided to drive around with him all day
long. We picked up pas sengers and drove them
everywhere. And, as the day got on, we decided
to go to a motel — and I mean a real, vile,
disgusting 'one-hour' motel somewhere in Queens.
I'd never done anything like that in my life but I
was unafraid and willing to take a chance. Sure,
these days, the thought of such a thing is enough
to give you five heart attacks in a row, but back
then, we were all fearless. And I was absolutely
fearless, and in some odd primal way, it paid off
I'd never been with a guy who was mainly
interested in pleasing me. In fact, every guy I'd
ever been with had turned out to be an "I get off,
you don't, and then I fall asleep" type of lover.
Why I ever went back for more was always a
mystery to me, because my experience until that
point had shown me that guys enjoy s*ex to get
off, and they don't really care about the woman's
org.asm. Anyway, all that changed with Nile.
Nile had no qualms whatsoever about going down
on me, right there, first thing.
I don't even think I took my clothes off. I don't
even think he took his clothes off either. All I
know was that by the time we reached the bed,
he was nose-deep in my stuff. And let me tell
you: it was a calling for him
This was no regular ol' guy this was The
Cunnilingus King. There was no one higher than
Nile when it came to this specialty. He se t the
gold standard for goin' down. If an award could
be given for this act, then Nile would be able to
fill mansions with hard-earned trophies. I went
from a slightly inhibited free spirit to a screeching
s*ex banshee in a matter of a few wondrous,
slowly paced minutes.
In fact, I'm fairly sure that this was what he
needed to be doing with his life. After being with
Nile several times, I really believed that every
woman on Earth would benefit from a night with
this incredible lover. No woman should be denied
a night with Nile. It was just how I felt. And if
every single heteros*exual man could just study
this guy in action, the world — all of it — would
be a happier place to live.
And, to boot, he really didn't care about much
else in the s*ex department.
Oh sure, he liked to be pleasured as well, and the
act of coitus was just as lovely to him as
anything else. But nothing brought out the best in
this guy like bringing a woman to a full throttle,
massive overhaul org.asm with the simple use of
his tongue and his fingers.
I stayed with Nile for almost five years. The
funny thing was, we really couldn't stand each
other after a while. We were in love , but not so
much. We fought all the time, but I'm pretty sure
that was all so we'd have a good excuse to get
to the make-up s*ex, which was all about — you
guessed it! — pleasing me. Phew, the things I did
to keep the peace
After Nile I and eventually broke up, my capacity
for having earth-shattering org.asms had grown
to such a height that no man alive could ever
come close. He had se t the bar too high, and no
one ever did come close. I tried to analyze just
what Nile was doing that made him so much
better than everyone else, and I found it: He had
discovered my center of gravity with his fingers, up in there,
while doing the licky thing on my super erogenous
zones.
The center of gravity that I never thought existed, that I
laughed at when I heard other women speak of.
It existed and all those Hallelujah sessions were
made possible because of it. I just didn't know it
at the time. Nile was a center of gravity master.
I'd always been under the impression that the g-
spot could only be accessed through intercourse.
Post-Nile, I put two and two together and
realized, "Ah, so that's what he was doing with
his fingers all that time!" He would push, from
the inside, towards his mouth, which was working
at some kind of rate that only angels can
achieve, and the feeling of receiving both clitoral
and center of gravity stimulation at the same time — well,
you'd stick around for five years too!
I've tried to tell other guys to do what Nile did,
but they just insist on doing it their way. They
don’t get the hint. And it's so simple too.
Guys, do you want to please your lady in the bed?
Here’s how: two fingers on the inside, an eager
tongue on the outside and most of all, a real
desire to revel in her org.asm — because she will
give it to you. Again and again and again.

too long i didnt read

chibeby:
Sorry' but i have write the story somewhere else and i decided to share it to you all but have no strienght to rewrite it again.
so if you are interested to read. just READ IT HERE

I thought you wanted to say that he found your B-spot (brain spot) I for say congrats o! Mchewww!

Dynamitechick:
Niggas be hustling hard...

Take that ure link to a link road they should know what to do with it

Damn!! u look Gorgeous

umehmj:



out of my kind heart i took the pains by clicking on the link. also i decided to make the work easier for you by importing the full story here so as to save our esteemed readers the stress i went through. lemme also stress that the story wasn't written by you, so it's a bit selfish hurding a pirated story if you ask me..


The year was 1985. I was walking on Third
Avenue in New York City, probably going to the
store for no good reason. It was a gorgeous day.
On the corner, a cab stopped at the light. The car
was free and the driver smiled at me as I pas sed
in front of his vehicle.
I couldn't help but notice how -dead gorgeous he
was: exceptionally handsome face, long, raven-
black hair. I was immediately attracted to him. I
raised my hand to hail him down, and he pulled
to the curb to let me in. I sat in the front seat.
The s*exual magnetism between us was break-
the-Richter-scale material. I wasn't there to be
his fare and he wasn't there to be my driver.
Bear in mind, this was the '80s. Right before
things like AIDS and safe s*ex became part of life
as we now know it — the idea of casual s*ex and
instant s*exual gratification were not only
considered normal, but appropriate for the times.
It was cool to have s*ex with anyone you wanted
back then and we did it freely, happily and
without conscience.
While the '60s may have been the era that
ushered in the concept of free s*ex, it wasn't
until the '80s that we really got our freak on. As
soon as HIV hit the scene, we all knew that the
game had changed forever. As it grew into an
epidemic, our days of unsafe s*ex slowed to halt
— for those of us who were using our brains,
anyway. I'm just saying that back then — as
stupid and reckless as we truly were — we had a
damned good time of it.
So there I was, in a stranger's taxi on a beautiful
day.
Turns out that the driver — whom I will call Nile
— was hilarious. Not only adorable, but a comic
genius.
His sense of humor was so off the chain that I
just decided to drive around with him all day
long. We picked up pas sengers and drove them
everywhere. And, as the day got on, we decided
to go to a motel — and I mean a real, vile,
disgusting 'one-hour' motel somewhere in Queens.
I'd never done anything like that in my life but I
was unafraid and willing to take a chance. Sure,
these days, the thought of such a thing is enough
to give you five heart attacks in a row, but back
then, we were all fearless. And I was absolutely
fearless, and in some odd primal way, it paid off
I'd never been with a guy who was mainly
interested in pleasing me. In fact, every guy I'd
ever been with had turned out to be an "I get off,
you don't, and then I fall asleep" type of lover.
Why I ever went back for more was always a
mystery to me, because my experience until that
point had shown me that guys enjoy s*ex to get
off, and they don't really care about the woman's
org.asm. Anyway, all that changed with Nile.
Nile had no qualms whatsoever about going down
on me, right there, first thing.
I don't even think I took my clothes off. I don't
even think he took his clothes off either. All I
know was that by the time we reached the bed,
he was nose-deep in my stuff. And let me tell
you: it was a calling for him
This was no regular ol' guy this was The
Cunnilingus King. There was no one higher than
Nile when it came to this specialty. He se t the
gold standard for goin' down. If an award could
be given for this act, then Nile would be able to
fill mansions with hard-earned trophies. I went
from a slightly inhibited free spirit to a screeching
s*ex banshee in a matter of a few wondrous,
slowly paced minutes.
In fact, I'm fairly sure that this was what he
needed to be doing with his life. After being with
Nile several times, I really believed that every
woman on Earth would benefit from a night with
this incredible lover. No woman should be denied
a night with Nile. It was just how I felt. And if
every single heteros*exual man could just study
this guy in action, the world — all of it — would
be a happier place to live.
And, to boot, he really didn't care about much
else in the s*ex department.
Oh sure, he liked to be pleasured as well, and the
act of coitus was just as lovely to him as
anything else. But nothing brought out the best in
this guy like bringing a woman to a full throttle,
massive overhaul org.asm with the simple use of
his tongue and his fingers.
I stayed with Nile for almost five years. The
funny thing was, we really couldn't stand each
other after a while. We were in love , but not so
much. We fought all the time, but I'm pretty sure
that was all so we'd have a good excuse to get
to the make-up s*ex, which was all about — you
guessed it! — pleasing me. Phew, the things I did
to keep the peace
After Nile I and eventually broke up, my capacity
for having earth-shattering org.asms had grown
to such a height that no man alive could ever
come close. He had se t the bar too high, and no
one ever did come close. I tried to analyze just
what Nile was doing that made him so much
better than everyone else, and I found it: He had
discovered my center of gravity with his fingers, up in there,
while doing the licky thing on my super erogenous
zones.
The center of gravity that I never thought existed, that I
laughed at when I heard other women speak of.
It existed and all those Hallelujah sessions were
made possible because of it. I just didn't know it
at the time. Nile was a center of gravity master.
I'd always been under the impression that the g-
spot could only be accessed through intercourse.
Post-Nile, I put two and two together and
realized, "Ah, so that's what he was doing with
his fingers all that time!" He would push, from
the inside, towards his mouth, which was working
at some kind of rate that only angels can
achieve, and the feeling of receiving both clitoral
and center of gravity stimulation at the same time — well,
you'd stick around for five years too!
I've tried to tell other guys to do what Nile did,
but they just insist on doing it their way. They
don’t get the hint. And it's so simple too.
Guys, do you want to please your lady in the bed?
Here’s how: two fingers on the inside, an eager
tongue on the outside and most of all, a real
desire to revel in her org.asm — because she will
give it to you. Again and again and again.

Any news editor here? plz reduce this to few lines for us plz... too lengthy