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This is some acute fvckery.
Lesbianism isn't caused by any evil spirits.

It is strictly a chromosomal misinformation and that's why a lesbian is a lesbian.
Homosexualism is genetically ingrained, it could also be a nurtured preference.

I've seen female toddlers walk like boys, talk like boy and grow up seeing themselves as boys. Many a times, they are lesbians.
If they grow up in permissive countries, they are open about their sexual preferences.

But if they are in Nigeria, they get married to a man just to save face but stay up at night licking the househelp's kpekus.
This is genetical.

I've seen straight ladies who became lesbians after staying in an all-girl hostel or attending an only female school.
This is nurtured.

But for anyone to say it is spiritual tops the ridiculous of the most ridiculouses because all ladies are naturally bisexual.
Society even encourages them to because it is okay to see a girl touch a fellow girl's boobs in public, hold hands while walking or call themselves pet-names but very absurd for a man to.

God makes all things perfect and the Bible says that after creating man, he was happy because he created him with no mistakes.

For people who are genetically homosexual, God won't see it as a sin because it is beyond them.
There is a difference between morality and sin.
Like masturbating may be immoral but masturbating is not a sin; so some of our preferences could just be immoral and no sins.

The truth is, God's ways are not man's ways.
So if God loves the lesbians and the misfits, who am I not to?

You have spoken my mind.

I was now left in the white bra and the thigh I wore. He quickly removed his pajamas. From the boxer, I could see his big erection.

I knew nothing would stop him until he satisfied his desire.

He resumed the kiss. His hands went to work again. Deftly, the right hand moved from my left shoulder to the boob on the side. His fingers caressed the cup of the bra. I could tell he was yearning to handle what was inside. I was right. His fingers slid under the cup to pull it off the boobs.

“Wait.” I quickly unhooked the bra. He unstrapped and yanked it off.

“Jeez!” he exclaimed as he stared at my firm boobs. “These are the finest pair I’ve ever seen.”

His mouth came for the nipples. I moaned as he moved his tongue over them, from the left to the right; back and forth. My left hand went to the waist band of the boxer.

The hand slid inside it while my fingers ruffled his small strands of pubic hairs. The hand went to his erect organ. I held it and used some fingers to tease the cap of the phallus. He let out a pleasurable moan.

I continued the teasing and could feel his breaths coming in pants. After several seconds.

He stopped his action on my nipples. I supposed he now wanted the hard core. He picked the shirt of his pajamas on the floor. He had come fully prepared. From one of the pockets, he brought a pack of condom out.

Grinning, he removed the latex rubber and slid it on her organ. I could see the organ clearly now. He had one of the biggest organs I had ever seen. Soon, I would know if he had commensurate stamina or not.

He placed me gently on the sofa and spread me legs. I could see now that he had no patience for mouth action. He was the straight-bang type. He mounted me and slowly inserted his phallus. I could feel the thing right inside me, the way you feel your stomach was filled with food. That was the same way my vulva and clit felt.

He supported himself by placing his left elbow on the hand rest at the edge of the sofa, close to my head.


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These are good reasons why you should start your day with lemon water.

Break up is always painful, but as painful as it may be, once it happens, you have to let it go.

Continuous relationship with an ex- is a continuous reminder of an unpalatable past.

It also portends great danger to the present.

Let bygone be bygone.

Nice and delightful story.

The following day was Sunday. I decided I would take my bath, dress up and look for a church in the neighborhood where I could worship. I would eat when I came back from the church. I was dressing up in the bedroom when my bell sounded. I went to the living-room, door to see who was there. It was Richard.

“Hello, Kween. You’re looking beautiful, just like the bright morning.”

I smiled at his comment. “Good morning, Richard. How was your night?”

“Fine. Sorry, I wasn’t able to come yesterday night to bid you good night. I returned quite late.”

I nodded. I had expected him to pop in but didn’t see him till I went to bed.

“Are you going out to attend a wedding?” he asked, grinning.

“Wedding? Come on, today is Sunday!”

“Well, the way you’re dressed, you look like someone going for a wedding.”

I smiled. “What about you? Aren’t you going to church?”

Briefly, he looked like I had asked him a very difficult question. Then, he shook his head. “Er, not today.”

“Why don’t you come in?” I ushered him to my living-room.

“A nice little place you have here, Kween,” he commented, looking around the room.

“Thank you. What drink can I offer you?”

He sat on my favorite sofa. I sat on a seat opposite him.

“Drinks can come later. I have actually come to apologize,” he said.

I looked at him in a surprise. “Apologize for what?”

He grinned. “There was something I ought to tell you yesterday which I didn’t.”

I was all curious. “What was that?”

“I was supposed to tell you that you’re a very delectable lady. You’re the most beautiful lady I’ve ever set my eyes on.”

I sighed in relief. “Oh, is that what you wanted to say?”

“Yes, and don’t think I’m joking. I’m very serious. You’re the most attractive lady I’ve ever seen.”

I giggled. “Come on, Richard. You’ve started your flattery again.”

“I’m saying the truth,” he insisted. “I will be most honored if you give me the chance of proving the affection I have for you.”

I screwed my brow up. “What affection?”

“Since I saw you moving in your load yesterday, I could not resist the feeling I’ve been having for you. Kween, give me the chance of proving that I’m really in love with you.”

What he said was what I expected; it was what I longed for, but I must not appear too zealous about it.

“Well, how do I know you’re really serious?” I asked.

“But, of course, I am.” He went down on his knees and crawled towards me. “Just give me the opportunity to prove it.”

He held my knees. I could see pure desires written all over him. “Okay, Richard. I’ll give you the chance.”

“Wow! That’s great.” He stood up, pulled me up and before you could say A, B, C, he planted a kiss on my lips.
It was a long kiss that left me short of breath.

“Oh, I’m going to treat you right, Kween baby,” he gushed. “I’m going to treat you right.”

“Hmn,” I mumbled.

He kissed me again. This time around, he made his hands to be at work. One held me at the back and pulled my body to him while the other gingerly rubbed my shoulder and moved to my chest. I suddenly remembered I was in church clothes and they would get crumpled if our action continued. I stiffened and stopped the kiss.

“My clothes will be crumpled,” I said almost in a whisper.

“Yes. There’s a simple solution.”

I eyed him.

“They have to be removed.”

I knew he would say something like that, but I must still act as a lady.
“But, I don’t want to be late to church.”

He grinned. “You won’t be if everything is well-timed. Now, let’s waste no time further.”

His hands went to my top and removed the jacket. It was followed by the shirt. He stared at my chest as his hands moved to the skirt. I had to unhook and zip it down. He quickly pulled it down completely while I stepped out of it.

I was now left in the white bra and the thigh I wore. He quickly removed his pajamas.

From the boxer, I could see his big erection. I knew nothing would stop him until he satisfied his desire.

He resumed the kiss. His hands went to work again. Deftly, the right hand moved from my left shoulder to the boob on the side. His fingers caressed the cup of the bra. I could tell he was yearning to handle what was inside. I was right. His fingers slid under the cup to pull it off the boobs.

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Elgreen:
Interesting story, loving it!

Thanks.

I thought of Richard doing all this cuddling. He was the one touching my clit and delightedly moving his hand over it.

There was a mixture of sweet pleasure and empty desires at the same time. I could feel the dampness building from the walls of the vagina. There was also a kind of musky smell oozing from that region. In short, there was a puff of sex in the air.

Intermittently, the image of Preye also came. He was the one who had practically explored my body. He was the one that had put his tongue on the clit and keenly licked them the way a child would lick the cone of ice cream.

With my head thrown back and eyes closed, I continued to tease the clit. My feelings became incredibly intense. Now, I could feel burning sensation from the part that I was teasing. I decided to slow down again and returned my hands to my thighs. I needed to explore my luscious body.

I knew I had a beautiful body, whether anybody acknowledged that or not. But the thighs and the cunt were not the only parts of my body. What about the other parts?
My hands moved up to my chest.

They went under the t-shirt to the boobs which were encased in the sexy, lacy bra. I moved the fingers inside the cups to seek the erect nipples. I let out a moan.

Oh, what a pleasure. My fingers remained on the nipples, rubbing and tweaking them.
As a matter of exigency, I let the right fingers to remain on the tits while the left ones went to my pussy.

This action gave a welcome teasing to the expectant pussy. There was no relenting now. My fingers went to the clit. There was no doubt that the intense feeling was pleasant. I continued to slid and press the fingers along and over the wet slit, just as the other set of fingers busied themselves with the boobs.

The action took a regular pattern. At that moment, my fingers were the busiest in the whole world while my body was the one enjoying the most intense pleasure.

I continued the rhythmic movement until I felt so ecstatic I knew I was about to get to the zenith of my pleasure. Yes, it was coming now. The build-up was so high and it had neared wits highest point.

I let out a moan. That was it. The climax had come and I felt satisfaction taking over. My breath became labor, but I knew it was all for the pleasure of it.

* * *

The following day was Sunday. I decided I would take my bath, dress up and look for a church in the neighborhood where I could worship. I would eat when I came back from the church. I was dressing up in the bedroom when my bell sounded.

I went to the living-room, door to see who was there. It was Richard.

“Hello, Kween. You’re looking beautiful, just like the bright morning.”

I smiled at his comment. “Good morning, Richard. How was your night?”


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Yes, a real man eats meat not bones.

He may soon dance his way to prison.

WuraSerano:
Ladies have their ways of telling guys without saying a word that they are tired of a relationship. The signs include but are not limited to the following:

1. She does not call you again. Even when you call, she ignores it and refuses to call back

2. If she picks the call, she says few words

3. She does not frequent your place again as she used to do.

4. She does not commend your efforts nor give you complimentary remarks.

5. She gives excuses about her shortcomings.

6. She easily gets irritated by your behaviour.

7. She nags a lot.

8. She claims she is not getting the best from the relationship.

9. She compares you to other guys.

10. She lies to cover up her track



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Thrills of a Lagos Babe

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True talk, sis.

One fact for sure is Trumph administration was not kind to Nigeria.

If that is really true, let it reflect in the open market.

Those who choose to love Naira Marley have the right to do so.

Those who choose to be Marlians have the right to do so.

I went to sit in the living-room and switched on the i-pad again to resume the movie I was watching. In the movie, a guy was serious kissing and caressing a babe.

I felt hot watching that scene. In a lonely moment like this, I sometimes indulged myself in some pleasures.

My right hand moved over my laps and moved up and down the part. The caressing of my laps brought more yearnings. My mind aroused all my senses and I could feel the glow of expectation taking over.

I adjusted on my seat to bring the bum short down to my knees.

Now, I needed to picture a good guy in my mind. Should I imagine Preye as I had done in the past, or should I fantasize about Richard?

I decided to go for the latter, undressing him in my mind and imagining his hands moving all over my body.

I closed my eyes and moved my hands to my clit.

The feeling became charged. I could almost feel my pulse and the throbbing in my veins. But I did not fully want to concentrate on the clitoris yet. My hands and fingers returned to my thighs, rubbing all the way to the knees and down to the muscle of the legs. I could feel smooth softness.

The fingers returned to the clit and I could feel sensation all over. On the vagina, my fingers lingered, fiddling and handling. I sat back on the sofa and allowed sensual pleasure to take control.

I thought of Richard doing all this cuddling. He was the one touching my clit and delightedly moving his hand over it. There was a mixture of sweet pleasure and empty desires at the same time.

I could feel the dampness building from the walls of the vagina. There was also a kind of musky smell oozing from that region. In short, there was a puff of sex in the air.


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Michelle Obama has been named the “most admired woman” in the world in a major new US survey.

The former first lady, who had consistently higher popularity ratings than her husband while they were in the White House, surpassed the current US president and first lady in Gallup’s annual poll.

It is the second year in a row Ms Obama has earned the accolade of world’s most venerated woman. The 55-year-old took ten per cent of the vote, followed by Melania Trump who gained five per cent of it.


Hillary Clinton, Oprah Winfrey and Greta Thunberg all took three per cent of the vote each.

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What is the big deal about calling someone you are older than lil' brother?
What is the whole fuss about?

Happy 2020, friends.

The ban was hypocrisy in the first place. Thank God the sense of reason has prevailed.

Very humiliating, but the lady should move on with life. When a door closes, another one will open.

It appears we are in era of bans.

Really? I didn't know Ghanaians could be so 'smart.'