₦airaland Forum

Estharfabian:
Uhm...Ex-squeeeeexe me?

Annapecky:
I knew,bt neva knew it was met 4 nigerians

dryakson:
I bet you

Estharfabian:
See? We Are All hugs And Peaceful! ""
...You're welcome!

Damalex4luv:
I don't have too since you have confirmed it to be a mistake urself. Thanks anyway

Estharfabian:
Sweetheart...I think the correct spelling is "Dumb"....""
Modify it and thank me later??
[quote author=Damalex4luv post=39458597]You're so dump my dear, if you claim that my paragraphing and spacing were wrong what we you say about your own write-up. You should grow up and get off my mention! Silly brat

jonaifame22:
I understand that it's normal wth u, u neva understand anything written, I doubt if u'll even understand dis too,

jonaifame22:
infact I don't know why fine gals jus think they shouldn't pay for services rendered to them, yes I'm a barber, a good one at that, hang urself if u don't like it, the shop belongs to me and my bae isn't complaining, cos she beleives in me, but in the area where my shop is situated fine gals abound in plenty there, and being that school is still on, they come to get an haircut regularly to avoid being sent back home, but the thing is this, some of this gals where clothes that reveals their breasts and when I'm done barbing when I wanna dust their neck after pulling of the apron I normally see the section where there breasts divides left and right and seeing this as I'm doin my thing makes my chief whip down below my waist restless infact the sight of the breasts troubles my chief whip greatly, sometimes when I'm barbing and I'm holding their head many times my chief whip will be so hard that I'll feel like implanting my small but succulent lips to theirs, pls don't blame me, let he/she whose without sin be the first to cast a stone and at times some of them won't wanna go home after I'm through wth them.wheneva I tell them "pls come back I don't have change they're always delighted to come back,sometimes they'll ask me questions like where's my boss and when they find out that I own the place,they'll start asking dirty questions like do I have a galfriend,a particular gal copied my number from my board and started calling me,she called and my fone rang when my boxers was off my waist and I was abt penetratn my bae, she has called me at some occasions and I didn't discourage her frm calln me any longer, dat day as I saw her number my dick which was erect nad throbbn at the time fell flat like the wall of jericho, and my bae went home angrily wthout lettn me fvck her after all the mouth I made during midnight call of how I'm goin to destroy pvssy dat day, I need advice how can I control all of this wthout losing them as customers cos some of them dash me money after everything. Mature advice pls
Ehn ehn pls prettythicksme, pls I know u're lookn for a thread to exhibit ur stupidity as always pls see this and pass by I beg u! I've warned u now, adhere to the warning, and don't lemme descend on u!, be warned

kemlily:
okay

nickkylawve:
lol alright

Swissheart:
.....okay I'll think about it...

Swissheart:
...how many girls have you used that same line for?

Swissheart:
So sweet

nickkylawve:
Not talking about the more obvious ones, like being insulting, or controlling. More so subtle behaviours that are indicators of negative traits. What small things tell you a lot about a relationship partner,that's not in a good way

TheBossLadyK:
seriously

onila:
I grew up with strong men
very proud and no nonsense men

its so disgusting when a man eats chocolates

so girly and weak

TheBossLadyK:
Cutie

datprincess:
Too busy for that.....more than 68 mails from NL...don't even know how to get started with em

datprincess:
yap

Tallesty1:
This post is very long so I will skip introduction and go straight to the three misconceptions that women believe about men.


Men Are Intimidated/Feel Insecure Around Women With Wealth: I don't know where this mentality is from but I have this to say about it.

Nigeria men are not scared of successful women rather they are scared of control freaks. The type of woman that only feels good about herself if she makes you feel less than her.

These are the women that my brothers are scared of. It is called being careful and not insecurity.

Men are scared of women that have personality disorder.

Secondly, if a host of studies are to be believed, marrying these women(career women) is asking for trouble. If they quit their jobs and stay home with the kids, they will be unhappy ( Journal of Marriage and Family, 2003). They will be unhappy if they make more money than you do ( Social Forces, 2006). You will be unhappy if they make more money than you do ( Journal of Marriage and Family, 2001). You will be more likely to fall ill ( American Journal of Sociology). Even your house will be dirtier ( Institute for Social Research).

Have you seen that it just isn't a Nigeria thing?

The same studies have found that professional women are more likely to get divorced, more likely to cheat, less likely to have children, and, if they do have kids, they are more likely to be unhappy about it.

Men are not scared of women with wealth, they're simply not ready for their endless troubles.

Nobody will willingly pierce his body with many sorrows.

Now lemme bring it down to Nigeria women.

This is what happens when a guy asks for the hand of a rich girl in marriage.

Each member of the family will buy one Laser-Sharp Binoculars that can pierce through his flesh and bones and zoom the guy's soul to search his spirit to know if he's after the woman's wealth.

Even when the Binoculars reads negative, they still won't believe it, they will become very envious and are likely to disrespect the guy.

The guy have alota work to do to prove his not after their sister's money before they can respect him.....

The mama will be like, "My daughter, that guy is after your money. He's not good for you, wait my dear, when a good guy comes I will tell you".

Who wants that?

Finally, these women, especially those working in an office or something of that nature do not know that there are things one needs to succeed in business and work.

These things are direct opposite of what we need to have successful marriage and most of these successful women do not know where to cut the line.

To succeed in business, you have to be stubborn, in control etc. Bring these things into your marriage and you are in trouble.

Some successful women would rather blow the house up and everything in it than compromise or take personal responsibility.

Who Wants This?

Women Naturally want to exert control over everything. They enjoy to make those around them feel inadequate, insecure, nervous, angry, anxious and physically sick.

Go to married men that have richer wives and ask them, they will tell you that the message their women pass in everything they do is I don’t trust you to be able to do it right; I don’t respect your judgment; I don’t think you are competent; I don’t value your insight. I can do it all alone.

Stay Alone Then.

datprincess:
nope

datprincess:
yap

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.

datprincess:
i told you..hope you drop your digits on the comment box so she reach you if she finds you more attracting?

datprincess:
ok a lots of people still don't

datprincess:
she is beautiful check her out and tell me what you think dear http://www.odiongist.com/2015/10/she-is-benita-age-26-she-need-handsome.html