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Interesting right? I didn't find it funny it was a letter pouring out
all that has been repressed in me for 11 months 4days 22 hours and
35minutes.
Things got serious we were a couple and the envy of the angels
couldn't stop it. Our first sexual experience with each other was
heavenly-she was at my place on that wonderful Tuesday evening when it
started raining heavily (Port Harcourt rain can be a blessing sometimes) she was all loved up and needed help down town. I wanted it to
be magical and mind blowing and boom the idea of a riding
leather-crop; I am standing over her grasping a plaited, leather
riding-crop.  Am wearing old, faded, denim and that’s all.  I
flick the crop slowly into my palm as i gaze down at her.  Now
smiling, triumphant. She cannot move.  Naked and shackled,
spread-eagled on a large four-poster bed.  Reaching forward, i trail
the tip of the crop from her forehead down the length of her nose, so
She can smell the leather, and over her parted, panting lips.  I push
the tip into her mouth so She can taste the smooth, rich leather.
“Suck,” i command my voice soft.  Her mouth closes over the tip as
she obeys. “Enough,” i snaps. She's panting once more as i tug the
crop out of her mouth, trailing it down and under her chin, on down
her neck to the hollow at the base of her throat.  I swirl it slowly
there and then continues to drag the tip down her body, along her
sternum, between her breasts, over her torso down to her navel.  She's
 panting, squirming, pulling against her restraints that are biting
into her wrists and her ankles.  I swirl the tip around her navel then
continues to trail the leather tip south, through her pubic hair to
her clitoris.  I flick the crop and it hits her sweet spot with a
sharp slap, and She comes, gloriously, shouting her release. There after we went a couple of rounds reaching for the skies.......HALELU!!!

CONTINUES!!!!! Life is smoking hot, some of us here would agree to that' hotter than the playboy girls?! Lol; confused! i meant unfair. In the words of Dave "make baba God scatter this world make everybody start all over" as an upcoming model, novice writer and eloquent speaker to be candid had almost everything going fine until I travelled to Port Harcourt, How do I mean? My definition of success CHANGED! "Karma is going to catch up with everybody but how slow can the bi*ch be" Being heartbroken most especially when you are at least giving maximum commitment makes trusting other people a very endearing task. "Prudence" the tall light skinned girl aside being cute also had qualities as being brave!! Charisma, and on top of this chart was her straight legs (did i hear you say hmmmmm) was the "perfect girl" every dude in the neighborhood wanted to hang out with but could not due to two reason which are; she had a father who's Wrath's like a cold rain, and the other i was also interested in her; it was like a dream come true when I popped the question like a primary school pupil learning about s*x for the first time, and she also affirmed to my request (mind you am older than you think) hehrhehe!!! But before this it was hell, series of letters and conversations that ended up making me feel sad...an excerpt from one of the letters I wrote just on the eve of valentine which I regarded as my favorite then reads-----"In Africa black people don't rest....even after their death, they still work as ancestors, laughing now right...… Times I wonder why 'u' hate me so much, though I can come to terms with it girls hate the guys they love because they can't explain why they love them so much. Thereby hating the feeling! I saw a lot in you which by now you might have been able to see or maybe still blinded by your hate coz I left all hints, you where engulfed with your self love and information with such premise. I don’t wanna sound pathetic, but I think I gave you that innocent part of me! Which could feel every part of you even from a mile with just the sound of my heart beat increasing at a faster pace not minding the sight of you. Just before the end, right from the beginning I expected nothing from you and you didn't disappoint all thanks to who ever know what the cause was aimed at. This the part I love most even in your violence i felt safe, in your presence my ego died just to give you the basics of my love` so many life drama we played with little talks that brought out the very best of our evil not forgetting the good times where our innocence came into limelight only to be chased indoors by internal and external forces you know way too far what am talking about “To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, to draw closer, to find each other and to feel. That is the purpose of life"..... Am not writing because I can but this is from a heart that loved you more than it did and you disappointed it. WOW ITS VALENTINE!!!"
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There's no such thing as ready. You just jump on a moving train and try
not to die.
Cash rules everything around me..
Money control niggas while men control money.


All famished, could really tell that I didn't have a very nice day! Why
because i was reminded several times today  of my plight; OH PENNY
LESS ME.
My name is Daniel Collins, I hail from a state in Nigeria-Abia state
with a slogan God's own state, hmmmmmmmmmm, and those who have been there
would really understand the reason behind my long sigh! OH! How
pathetic cause it doesn't look godly to begin with except for its RICH
HERITAGE and  a few well meaning individuals i really admire- the
likes of Ngozi Okonjo Iweala and quite a couple of oil moguls you
wouldn't believe came out from this state. I heard its now an oil
producing state, oh! no wonder.
We would come back to that but for now let's talk me, "The sky can
fall down the wind can cry now the strong give me!!! i still
smile..... i love my self....how many times the city made me promise
this so i promise this i love my self!!! I really do love myself"
....DO YOU? I currently live in Abuja been staying here for quite a
long time roughly ten years now, this is a beautiful city one that smells of power! the capital
of Nigeria having six area councils
*Abaji Area council
*kwali Area council
*Gwagwalada Area council
*Kuje Area council
*Bwari Area council
*Municipal Area council
This land that smells of power. This city gave
me lots of experience I wouldn't forget in a hurry, from eating nice
delicacies to getting connections i only used in flattering myself and
oppressing people*lol* foolish me i swear down! Ok I also had an
experience with the military and most of all the cute ladies and the
mind-blowing activities which prompted this article..

To be continued...

Am wearing old, faded, denim and that’s all.  I flick the crop slowly into my palm as i gaze down at her.  Now smiling, triumphant. She cannot move.  Naked and shackled, spread-eagled on a large four-poster bed.  Reaching forward, i trail the tip of the crop from her forehead down the length of her nose, so She can smell the leather, and over her parted, panting lips.  I push the tip into her mouth so She can taste the smooth, rich leather. “Suck,” i command my voice soft.  Her mouth closes over the tip as she obeys. “Enough,” i snaps. She's panting once more as i tug the crop out of her mouth, trailing it down and under her chin, on down her neck to the hollow at the base of her throat.  I swirl it slowly
My finger reaches the back of her halter dress midway down her spine, and hooking my finger beneath the top, i pull her closer so that she steps back against me.  She could feel me flush against her body.  Leaning down, i inhale her hair. “You smell so good, prudence, so sweet.” My nose skims past her ear down her neck, and i trail soft, feather light kisses along her shoulder. Her breathing changes, becoming shallow, rushed, full of expectation.  My fingers are at her zipper.  Achingly slow, once more i ease it down while my lips move, licking and kissing and sucking their way across to her other shoulder.  I am so tantalizingly good at this. 
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Am wearing old, faded, denim and that’s all.  I flick the crop slowly into my palm as i gaze down at her.  Now smiling, triumphant. She cannot move.  Naked and shackled, spread-eagled on a large four-poster bed.  Reaching forward, i trail the tip of the crop from her forehead down the length of her nose, so She can smell the leather, and over her parted, panting lips.  I push the tip into her mouth so She can taste the smooth, rich leather. “Suck,” i command my voice soft.  Her mouth closes over the tip as she obeys. “Enough,” i snaps. She's panting once more as i tug the crop out of her mouth, trailing it down and under her chin, on down her neck to the hollow at the base of her throat.  I swirl it slowly
My finger reaches the back of her halter dress midway down her spine, and hooking my finger beneath the top, i pull her closer so that she steps back against me.  She could feel me flush against her body.  Leaning down, i inhale her hair. “You smell so good, prudence, so sweet.” My nose skims past her ear down her neck, and i trail soft, feather light kisses along her shoulder. Her breathing changes, becoming shallow, rushed, full of expectation.  My fingers are at her zipper.  Achingly slow, once more i ease it down while my lips move, licking and kissing and sucking their way across to her other shoulder.  I am so tantalizingly good at this. 
contact on what's app 08160498868 or chuddyot@gmail.com