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Jamariwolff:
I'm no gay. Ok

sorry i mean fagg0t

Jamariwolff:
you're a faqqot, we get it. But you shouda kept this as secret, in your fvcked up head. The op only asked females.

he likes boys. what's your damn problem. dont you think you're the gay here?

emelda86:
Hahahaha... Go check my mentions I can be your mothers mate ooo

now i get it. a hoe rooting for a hoe satan among humans.

let's be honest. this government has achieved what past government could not.

i go for an older lady anyday i no fit for all this small girls and their immaturity

This is a brief summary of the a sexual strategy that I call "The Law of Emotion", and will be expanded on in future posts. I really try to hit the basic tenets of The Law of Emotion, and if there are any misunderstandings or any confusion please tell me so that I can clarify.

"Women want Emotions. Men want Sex. How Men orgasm from sex is how Women feel about Emotions. People don’t value what they have an abundance of. Men have more emotions than women, but hate feeling them more than anything. Women have an abundance of orgasms, yet hate feeling them. The only way for both parties to be satisfied is for Men to provide Emotions in return for Sex."

Sounds Weird Right?

Yes. It sounds weird from a male point of view, because the orgasm is all that we chase. But the main reason Women have sex is for validation and other groups of Emotion that they get, rather than the stimulating feeling (orgasm). There is a Yin-Yang relationship between Men and Women, and the sexual dynamic is all about what one party is getting from another. Both parties despise what they can get in abundance, as humans naturally do. Think about the law of demand and supply "The lower supply, the higher the demand". People want what they can't have.

Men have a abundance of Emotions. Simplified, a man's anger is a lot deeper and more intense than a woman's anger.. The same goes for sadness, greed, lust, etc...

Men's emotional pool is wider and deeper than women's. Yet Men aren't as emotional as women. Traditionally, Men try to repress their emotions. Women are on the other end of the spectrum. meaning, they just can't help but expressing their feelings. A good day is an emotional rollercoaster in a Woman's eyes. A bad day is one that is emotionally flat. The man that can make a Woman feel intense, varying Emotion becomes extremely attractive and borderline addictive, plain and simple.

As far as the capitalizations go, I usually do it when I'm talking about the idea rather than the literal object. Men vs men, "men" means more than one adult males, "Men" or "Man" is the traditional idea. Whatever image gets stuck inside your head whenever some one says, "That's a Man!!" = Man. Same goes for everything else. Idea vs word.

ubunja what is your take on this

Auladimeji:
Are you an Arsenal fan

Nahhh;..... I'm a die hard Man-U Fan.

Anyway, the guy should pray i dont catch him.

Auladimeji:
I saw this post 3years ago on the Facebook

Can you remember the poster name?

Auladimeji:
Copy and paste

please, i would like to know who copied it. because i'm the original owner of this piece.

Buntricia Bastian, an international makeup artist, has said her final goodbyes on Instagram as her health deteriorates.

In a heartbreaking Instagram post, she said that her "lungs are gone" and her "heart is only working at 30%".

She wrote:

It is with deep sorrow and much regret that I must say goodbye to all. My lungs are gone and my heart is only working at 30%. I for the first time have ran out of words to say other than I love you and I already miss you. IF I could put all the love that I feel right this minute from the people that I have already said my goodbyes to I would live to be 150 years. Nigeria my husband is bringing my ashes home so welcome him. It has been my honor and I am truly humbled to have touched so many of yours lives. To be honest me calling you to say goodbye to you is quite selfish on my part this way I leave you better than I came full of your love. I love ?? you more than you will ever know. Talk Soon Buntricia

Cc: Lalasticlala, Mynd44

NeeKlaus:
What's the title of this Bollywood movie? I didn't see any Dancing and Singing.

Nigerians.

Bros abeg for once appreciate the imaginative talent

10th Grade:-

As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me.She was my so called 'best friend'.

I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that,

and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before.I handed them to her. She said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

11th grade:-

the phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how

her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, So I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine.

After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bagsof chips, she decided to go home.

She looked at me, said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek..I want to tell her, i want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Senior year:-

One fine day she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she said, "hes not gonna go" well,

I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates we would go together just as 'best friends'. So we did. That night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step.I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes.

Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her,

I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, i love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Graduation:-

A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect boady floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma I wanted her to be mine-but

she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder

and said- 'you're my best friend, thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy,

and I don't know why.


Marriage:-

Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. and drive off to her new life,

married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it.

But before she drove away, she came to me and said 'you came !'.

She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know

that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy,

and I don't know why.


Death:-

Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'.

At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read:

'I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it.

I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends,

I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

I wish he would tell me he loved me !

...'I wish I did too...'




Express Your Love to Your partner Don't Keep it In Your Mind �
Good Morning Folks

The ballroom was loud and bustling. I was bored and looking forward to heading up to my room. The two day Financial Industry conference sponsored by a myriad of Mutual Fund companies to peddle their latest investments had too much information packed in too short of a time frame. I glanced at the glass doors across the room that led to the hotel's foyer, as I politely listened to one of the attendees bragging about the fortune he had amassed by investing in crypto-currency. I followed the path of his hand as he reached for the inside pocket of his jacket. He pulled out a business card and said, "Give me a call if you want to make money," he winked, grinned, and whispered as he leaned closer to me, "a shitload of money."

I reached for the business card that the overly eager stock broker offered me. I would thank him for the offer, excuse myself, and head up to my room. Before my hand reached the rectangular card, a slender hand gently gripped my wrist. I turned my head and gazed at the long, delicate fingers with manicured nails painted blood red on the cuff of my jacket’s sleeve.

"Would you dance with me?" A sultry voice asked.

I lifted my head to look at who the bold lady was that had asked the question in a confident and calm tone that suggested the answer to her question could only be yes. I turned to the stock broker, nodded a silent good bye at him, and offered the bold lady my arm. She hooked her elbow around mine and we made our way to the dance floor.

"I'll lead," she coyly grinned as she pivoted gracefully to face me and placed her right hand on my left shoulder and gently gripped my right thumb in her left hand.

I placed my left hand on her right hip and pulled her towards me. Our bodies were separated by a few inches, but I could feel the heat radiating from her sleek body. She slid her hand down my shoulder and along my arm and gripped my wrist. As we swayed to the music, she pushed my hand lower on her hip until my fingers rested on the curve of the top of her ass cheek. She smiled and returned her hand to my shoulder.

"I won't break. You can hold me tighter," she playfully said with her lips curled into a mischievous smile. She studied my face for any reaction that would confirm I picked up on the meaning of her words. Words, which she meant as a dare - not as a fact. And I was certain she was scanning my face and looking for any stiffening of my body for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty on my part, of her intended meaning and innuendo.

I grinned back at the intriguing beauty that had my heart beating quicker and pulled her tighter against my body. "Why would I want to break you?" My voice matched the same confidence and calm tone that hers had when she asked me to accompany her on the dance floor. Before she could reply, I lowered my head and brushed my lips against her cheek. "I like your scent," I whispered.

She brought the back of my hand to her lips and gently grazed them across my wrist, then upwards to my knuckles. Her bottom lip peeled away from her teeth as it caught against my skin. She gazed in to my eyes and studied me for a moment with her mouth slightly open. She kissed my knuckles and whispered, "I taste sweeter than my perfume."

My cock twitched and shifted between our bodies. Her smile broadened, she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and pushed her hips forward, trapping my cock tightly between our bodies which made it twitched harder.

I pulled her tighter to me and whispered back, "It's not your perfume that I was referring to."
Our eyes locked, the room floated away, taking with it all the noise and bustle. All I could hear was my heart pounding in my ears in perfect cadence with the throbbing in my cock. "I was about to leave the party and head up to my room," I confessed to her.

She let out a soft laugh, tilted her head back to look up at me, and asked, "Do you still want to leave?"

I flashed a smile at her with a glint of fang to make my intentions clear to her, and replied, "More so, now that have I met you."

She paused a moment, narrowed her eyes and chuckled, "You are a rogue, sir. I was correct in my observation of you. I know your type."

I tilted my head and innocently asked, "Type?" She wasn't buying my innocent act for a second. She was sharp, a seasoned player. The hint of fang I flashed at her had not gone unnoticed.

She slid her hand up my shoulder to the back of my neck and pulled me to her as she pushed her full, large breasts hard into my chest. She let out a soft gasp and replied, "Mmm, I was referring to the type of guy that women stay away from if they're looking for a serious relationship. The type of guy every girl should be lucky enough to experience."

I smiled and replied, "I see. The type of man," I paused long enough to curl my lips into a crooked smile, "that is capable of taking the lead?"She nodded and pressed her breasts harder against my chest. She gasped, "You are going to make me work hard, aren’t you? To answer your question, yes, I am drawn to a man that can lead." She pressed her belly hard against my fully erect cock and added, "I’m certain we’re on the same page, don’t you agree?"

I nodded. “We are undoubtedly reading from the same page. I look forward to reading more of this story.”

“Hmmm,” she turned her head and looked at me from the corner of her eye, “What type do you take me for?”

She was a seductress. She was a temptress. She was a woman who knew what she wanted from sex, and exactly how she wanted it. I placed my cheek on hers and softly growled, "Stop me if I'm wrong. You are the type of woman who can appreciate a selfish lover. The type that would enjoy doing anything asked of her. But, you enjoy putting up struggle. Feebly fighting off advances is part of pre-intimacy to you. Not that you would want a capable and experienced partner to stop, but to wind him up and have him overpower you.”

She trapped my ear lobe between her teeth and moaned her reply in my ear, "I am very selfish when it comes to carnal satisfaction, too. Selfish lovers are my favorite. Whatever they do or take from you, you reap the rewards. You got the feeble part wrong. This kitty likes to bite and scratch. Go on. You have my full and undivided attention."

“You enjoy making a man growl and hope that he manhandles and coerces you to do things most people would be ashamed to come right out and ask for.”

She bit down hard on my ear lobe and in a breathy voice said, “You will find that I am not ashamed to ask for anything that pleases me. How would you discipline a very, naughty kitty that bit and scratched you?”

I laughed softly and sunk my teeth into her shoulder. As she writhed and moaned in my arms, I replied, “I would discipline the bad kitty with the kind of intense sex that leaves marks, bruises and scrapes. So that kitty can watch the marks bloom and slowly disappear from her flesh. They would serve as a reminder of just how naughty she had been.”

She rubbed her body against mine like a cat in heat, and cooed, “Kitty would be sure to leave claw marks on your back, as a reminder that you belonged to her, just as much as she belonged to you. Even if it was only for a few fleeting, sexually gratifying hours." I felt her shiver as she released my ear from between her teeth and whispered, "Let's go to my room. This kitty needs lots of discipline. Meet me at the elevators; I need to grab my purse."

I winked at her, grinned, and replied, "I am at your service."

We rode the elevator in silence as two other couples continued their polite conversation from the party. We exited the elevator first, on the fourth floor. When we were inside her room, she leaned with her back against the locked door, grabbed the lapels of my jacket, stood up on her toes, pulled me towards her and kissed me hard. I pressed my throbbing cock hard against her belly and kissed her back harder. She remained standing on her toes and broke our kiss, grabbed my right hand and placed it around her throat. “I get to be selfish first,” she panted.

I grinned and growled my approval. I gently squeezed her delicate throat, holding her fast and pinned against the door.

She gasped and shivered as she released my wrist. "Yes, just like that. Don't let go of me," she moaned.

She slowly leaned her shoulders forward and lowered herself off her toes. I studied her face closely in the dim light as I held her pinned to the door. Her chest rose and fell with a lustful urgency. She was getting off on having a hand around her throat and having her breath, and blood flow to her brain restricted. Heavy breathing quickly turned to labored gasping as she slid a hand between her legs and rubbed her swollen, dripping slit.

"Watch me. Watch me come. I need you to watch me come." Her plea to me gurgled from deep in her throat.

A tremor shot through her core. She gurgled a muffled moan that might have been the word Bleep, as she rubbed her dripping pussy feverishly. Her eyes widened and bulged out of their sockets. Her mouth flew open wide in a silent scream. She began to shake uncontrollably from head to toe. She took a deep, gurgling breath and grabbed hold of my wrist with both her hands to steady and brace herself for the orgasm that started to rip through her.

I waited until she stopped shaking to loosen my grip around her throat. Her eyes slowly opened to reveal the glassy, blank stare of satisfaction. She exhaled hard and took quick, deep breaths. With trembling hands, she guided my hand from her throat to her breast.

She licked her lips and stared at me. Her lips formed the smallest of smiles as she said, "My pussy clenched as soon as I laid eyes on you. I had to have you. Beneath the surface of your fine clothes and well-groomed façade, I could sense the beast that you keep on a tight rein straining to break free. The intensity in your eyes when you looked at me made me drip. I won't deny you anything this evening. It's time for you to be selfish, and for me to follow your lead."

I winked at her, grinned, and growled, "I am at your service."

TBC

motta:
anything over 250 will be a lost bet

why do you think so?

Sugaarh:
can d game b accumulated

why not.
baseball both team to score are always sure
but no accumulate more than 4 games for your ticket. 1.50 totals is okay

Alexpetra:
but the odds is SMALL now!

use better money take play am.

that kind game na sure roll over

promisious:
No wahala.

U just woke me up.

Good morning, house

If you odd cut today again ehn

I Reserve me comment

VonTrapp:
The rate at which Ali baba is reacting to any popular topic that has to do with corruption, politics e.t.c I believe he is gearing up to run for a political position. He is just watering the ground

OIL DEY YOUR HEAD