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Lost in translation.

Lost in connection

BoldTint:
9:43 am.

I was in one of those Lagos big buses, not molue o. There was this fine guy by my side, I kept stealing glances. I couldn't help it. He smelled like a clean Cologne, a nice, clean ocean wave.

He's focused on his phone. Didn't even notice me. Don't look at me like that, carry your face and comot. This one that I wanted to look at me was busy chatting with someone on his phone, a girl, I thought.. Mtchew.


A friend warned me to have a less dramatic day, and I planned to do just that." I'll start conversation with fine boy to get his attention, it's not only guys that know how to start conversations" I planned.

"Just five minutes talk" I agreed with my other self and turned to smile at him.

"I love your Cologne, what's the make?" I asked , revealing cream dentition, and immediately thanked God for my dentition when he revealed his, smiling back at me with curious eyes. Brown, scattered teeth visited my eyes. I shut them to hold back shock.

Fine boy did not answer but stood up to introduce himself to people in the bus.

"My name is chukwudi, let me introduce my product to you. I have fine perfumes from Germany, Italy...." He continued with heavy Igbo accent, all the while looking at me through the corners of his eyes. Just then I realized the Cologne i'd perceived was from his bag, not him.

Lost in thought, accusing my other self why she decided to be annoying this morning, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Fine boy was done introducing his products and was asking me which of the perfume I'd like to buy.

I ignored fine boy and asked conductor for my change and continued typing on my phone, determined to obey my friend's warning.

Perfume ko.

It is still paining me. [color=#770077][/color]

Hahahaha Romantism

“I have been watching you.” Suzanna said. She turned around and leaned across the desk top to reach a glass. Julianna watched as the skirt clung to her ass. Her ass that was begging to be touched. Julianna felt herself reaching out to touch Suzanna and then snatched her hand back. Suzanna grabbed the glass and Julianna noticed it wasn’t filled with the sparkling water Suzanna normally drank. It was filled with an amber liquid similar to whiskey. So that was what brought this on.

“You have been watching me.” Julianna repeated, wondering where this was headed.

“Yes, I notice that you take long lunch breaks.”

“That is because I am here so late in the evening.” Julianna pointed out, pointing a finger at the clock on the wall that read 10 p.m.

“Do you not have a boyfriend?”

“No.” Suzanna’s eyes sparkled as she finished the drink.

“A girlfriend then?”

“No, ma’am.” Suzanna came forward and took Julianna’s hand.
“Sit in this chair.” Julianna sat and Suzanna started to remove her jacket. Julianna allowed her to do this. Julianna was 5’3, brown eyes and black hair. Her ass was too big, her hips too wide and her legs too short. No one noticed her, not the boys or the girls. Suzanna stood in front of Julianna and leaned against the desk.

“You must be punished for your long breaks.” Suzanna said. Julianna frowned.

“Punished how?” She asked warily. Suzanna walked behind her and began to rub her shoulders.

“You will be my slave.” Suzanna whispered in her ear. “If you want to keep your job, you will do what I say.” Julianna was lost for a moment in how good this back rub felt.

“Hmmmm?” She muttered.

“If you want to keep your job, you will let me control you.” Suzanna leaned forward and began to unbutton Julianna’s dress shirt. Suzanna leaned in and smelled Julianna’s neck.

“You smell like strawberries.” She sighed in pleasure. Suzanna began to kiss Julianna’s neck as the last button was undone.

“No complaining or protesting.” Julianna only nodded.

“I want to keep my job.” She whispered as Suzanna’s hands moved over her breast that still were hidden away in her blue push-up bra...seen on Syncityng.com

Karima woke up and stretched her arms. She smiled to herself. This was the day. Her Wedding Day. She had waited for this moment for years and now it was about to be fulfilled. She was marrying James, her fiancée of a couple of years.

James was about 5ft 11 in tall. He was quite thin looking and a bit geeky but he was highly intelligent and witty and funny and could at least hold a conversation.

Karima on the other hand was 5ft 3in tall. She was a thin waif of a thing. She had small breasts and a cinched waist. She was also a bit of a geek but she liked to giggle and was relaxed all the time.

It started from eating together to working on a project past midnight. At first, they would just get up and leave and meet again the following week. Then they began to stay longer and longer with each other and chat and find out things about each other. They would pop open a bottle of wine, sit, chat, listen to music and just wile away the night and then they would leave each others flat in the early hours of the morning.

Eventually, the project came to an end. They handed it in and anxiously awaited the results. In the meantime, it seemed as if a switch had been turned off. The long nights together stopped and they went back to their individual lives.

James was sat at home one night on his own when he suddenly thought.

“There is something missing from my life.”

He sat there and contemplated on what it might be. Several bottles of beer later and listening to some familiar music, he realized what it was. It was Karima. For over 12 weeks, she had become a big part of his life and he missed her. He called her and in half an hour, she promised to be there.

He sat there waiting nervously. Had he done the right thing? Would things be the same now that they had nothing to work on? Twenty five minutes later, his doorbell rang. He went to the door and Karima stood there. He invited her in and offered her a drink. She took her usual seat on the sofa. They sat and sipped their wine, talked as old friends but there was a tension in the air that had never been there before.

“I suppose I should go and get some sleep”, Karima said.

“Yeah, I suppose you should” James replied.

Karima stood up to leave but she was unsteady on her feet.

“Would you like to spend the morning here?” James asked.

“Are you coming onto me James?” She asked.

“Uhm, no.” He said.

“You can have the bed and I will sleep on the couch.” He replied.

“Oh okay.” She responded.

James went to the bedroom and came back with a t-shirt, a toothbrush and a smile.

He handed the t-shirt and toothbrush to Karima and she disappeared to the bathroom. James got the sleeping bag and pillow from behind the couch and settled himself on the lumpy couch. It was not the most comfortable of things and he found he could not sleep. His thoughts moved to Karima. He imagined her stripping off her clothes and putting his t-shirt on and climbing into his bed and snuggling down to sleep.

Suddenly the door to the front room opened and Karima stood there.

“Are you awake?” She asked.

“Yes I am.” James replied.

“Listen.” She said.

“This is stupid. I am awake and you are awake and I suspect it is all because of the same reason. Why do you not join me in the bed and we shall see what happens.”

Without even thinking about it James got out of the sleeping bag and followed Karima to the bedroom. They climbed under the duvet and without saying anything, they began to cuddle. After about ten minutes they started chatting again about something and nothing but James was just so happy to be chatting to her. He realized that this was the woman he wanted to be with. He tossed things about in his head and then he made a decision.

“Karima, May I kiss you?” He asked.

“About bloody time you asked.” She giggled.

He laughed with her. This had been what the tension had been and now it was replaced with passion. They turned their heads to one another and began to kiss. It started out tenderly but soon it became very heated. They opened mouths and clashed tongues and kissed as if they had not kissed someone for months. They ripped each other’s t-shirts off and kissed and touched naked flesh together.

James broke the kiss and moved round and began to kiss Kang-Lee’s neck. She shivered in excitement...seen on Syncityng. Com

SynCityNg:
If you are NOT an ardent fan of the reality TV series, Big Brother Naija, I bring you good news! I have brought a list of things that you will use to #pepperdem! We all know how those who watch Big Brother disturb our timelines with gist, pictures and what went down in the house. Worry no more! After reading article, I am 100% sure that you will use these points to convince them that Big Brother Naija is not good for them. Here we go:


1. Big Brother Naija gives people high blood pressure


For those of you carrying T-boss’s matter on their head like Jumoke’s bread of destiny, you better receive sense before you have high blood pressure on entertainment that will end next week. You see all this “Bisola said this” or “Efe did this” “T.Boss is fake” will not help anybody. You better watch it with involving your heart rate. Na drama you dey watch so! Let me repeat it again, it will give you high blood pressure, o! For some of us who don’t watch the daily show, our blood pressure is safe. All we do is waste MB watching it prayerfully on YouTube. No vexing, no annoyance, no wahala.



2. Big Brother Naija consumes people’s time


You see all that time you spend glued to your T.V with your eyeballs following Marvis’s every dry move, shey you know you can use that time to create one ogbonge invention? Like build a space craft or something? You can also use that time to release a hit track like your senator, Dino Melaye.

3. Big Brother Naija is a Jezebel sent to attack your spiritual life


Common guys, instead of depriving yourself of sleep just to catch Bally and Bisola making out in the dark, use that time to pray or bring down all the enemies that have refused to die since you started casting and binding. Look at this lukewarm Christian o, don’t you know that vigil is better than shower scene? These BBN watchers are not mature Christians, sef!

4. Big Brother Naija is a cankerworm sent to finish your money


Before you say “Is it your money”, let me answer the question myself “No, it is not...read on Syncityng.com (under chief synner)

Number 4 ooo...big canker worm from outta space oo. Nna no be here, I vote tire now efe no even know me.

Just leave me let me cry

Because people expect that after graduation you should be working in some bank or factory or company. And you’re not. You feel shame. Some of you are hiding in the cities, doing nothing really, because you’re tired of answering that job question back home. Distance provides some false comfort. “I dey Lagos” is not a job Bros.



It is a thing of shame to not have a job. People want to shame you for selling shirts after graduating with an engineering degree, even when there is no engineering job for you. People can’t understand how you’d condescend to selling phones after an economics degree...read on Syncityng.com

Don't throw away that ankara pièces, it's still useful!

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The title of the song which has gone viral since his stint in the Big Brother Naija house, makes the single a hit even before the official release...seen On Syncityng.com

Phyno’s the Playmaker: Baby born Overweight

The first Phyno song I listened to was ‘Multiply’. I loved his brimming talent and went ahead to search for the rest of his singles, four at that time. I watched him perform at Star Trek Show in Abakaliki in 2012 alongside MI and he shone as he sang the hook for Illbliss’ ‘Anamachikwanu’.

His first album, ‘No Guts, No Glory’ was a runaway success and since then Phyno has gone international and together with Olamide made ‘indigenous rap’ a dietary staple and appealing to a global audience. The Nigerian music industry owe this duo a lot. Phyno has distinguished himself in collaborations, outdoing himself song after song.

‘The Playmaker’ has many amazing songs. Major Bangs’ genius shone in most of the production especially in ‘Abulo’ and ‘Yes I Pray’. ‘Joy Comes In The Morning’ is exceptional in its hopeful message. ‘Ochie Dike’ ft. Onyeka Onwenu is a classic and has will make you remember your mother. For those doubting his rap credibility, Phyno delivers hard-core bars on ‘Abulo’, a song highly reminiscent of ‘Alobam’ and ‘Kush’ from his first album. ‘Financial Woman’ ft. P-Square, ‘Best Rapper’, ‘Mistakes’, ‘Okpeke’ ft. 2Baba and Flavour, ‘Ezege’, ‘I’m a fan’ ft. Mr. Eazi and Decarlo. The list of gems here is endless. It has some average songs though, like ‘Pino Pino’, ‘Mkpotu’ ft. Zoro and Tidinz...seen on Syncityng.com (under literary circle)

SynCityNg:
Awww!

Rest In Peace Paul Walker.

We Miss You

Without Paul Walker Fast and Furious series seems incomplete to me.


RIP Paul Walker

In Billboard’s new Miley Cyruscover story, the singer talks about the shifting sound of her music, away from the rap-adjacent pop of her last albumBangerz, as well as the psych-stonerisms of her free mixtape Miley Cyrus & Her Dead Petz, and into the “rootsy” pop-rock that we will hear next. Speaking specifically about how she now views rap music, Cyrus says:



But I also love that new Kendrick [Lamar] song [“Humble”]: “Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretch marks.” I love that because it’s not, “Come sit on my dick, suck on my cock.” I can’t listen to that anymore. That’s what pushed me out of the hip-hop scene a little. It was too much “Lamborghini, got my Rolex, got a girl on my cock” — I am so not that.



Oh, boy.



It’s very clear, from this quote, that Miley Cyrus has still not spent much time, if any, reflecting on her relationship to rap music. She insinuates that latent materialism and misogyny in rap now rub her the wrong way, but she doesn’t acknowledge (or recognize?) her eagerness to contribute to that same wealth celebration and sexualization when she was making songs that flirted with rap imagery. “23,” a Mike Will Made-It song she sings the hook for, is a long advertisement of expensive sneakers, and her video for “We Can’t Stop,” though a demented fun-house masterpiece, further lustily engages in the same tropes she now condemns, and without any of the subversion one imagines she was aiming for...sen on syncityng.com (under literary circle)

[quote author=Nature8 post=56220329][/quote]You like?

Her body went into involuntary spasm, the huge p*nis, doing a good job with the drilling. She moved her fingers to her butt, collecting some drops of semen and bringing it to her lips.

Goooooo hardeer! Faster!
F * c k m eeeee h aa a a r d e r!
She was addressing Richard, her gym teacher as he slammed his long hard big black d*ck into her dripping wet pussy from behind. He was lost in the moment as she moaned out the words she had just written on the board in that glorious, husky, Behind girl accent “Oh god, Rich,you bull! F*ck me harder!”

How could he not comply – he gripped her hips, his balls slamming into her buttocks as the desk rocked, and pushed her skirt even further up over her hips and around her waist. Her shirt was completely undone, her tie hanging from her neck, getting tangled with her hair as they pounded away across his desk. Her p*ssy was like warm, slippery velvet and made a lovely wet sound as he pumped his thick black c8ck into her. He could feel the leather of her knee length boots rubbing against his bare legs adding to the fabulous sensations he was experiencing. She tossed her head back again and pulled him down onto her for a long, lingering kiss. Her tongue was warm and wet and explored every corner of his mouth. She pulled her mouth off him and breathed in a husky voice, “Oh s8ck me you bastard, f8cking hell – make me f8cking scream!”

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And the week carried on. I had come up with a few different ways to make him eat his c*m over the course of the week and some days it was more than once. The first couple of days I only used my fingers, after a few days I got the idea to have him c*m in a condom and pour it all into his mouth. One day, I made him c*m into a pudding cup and fed it to him slowly. Some days I would use toys, like my big vibrator and omg that would have him c*mming quick.

The week flew by and the following Friday was here. He thought this was going to be the last day of his training but I had another surprise for him. I had gone out during the week and bought a few supplies, including a chastity cock cage which is a plastic tube that locks around the penis and makes it impossible to have an erection. After I had him UnCloth, I pulled it out and showed it to him. “You’ve done great this week darling and you have one more day of training, but that is not going to be today. I am going to lock this cage on your c*ck for the weekend and you will not c*m until Sunday. I want you to have a nice big load for your graduation, and you will not be tied up this time, you will do it willingly.”

I had him go down on me as many times as possible that weekend and it made me laugh as his c*ck strained against the cage trying to get erect. By Sunday evening he was shaking he was so Hot. I unlocked the cage from his c(ck and told him to get in the shower to get cleaned up. When he got out of the shower he found a few items I had left on the bed for him including a French maids outfit, wig and a note instructing him to get dressed up and wait for me. Once I knew he was ready I came into the room wearing a flimsy lingerie.

“Tonight you get to prove to me what you’ve learned, you are going to get on your knees and suck me and while you are doing that, you are going to rub your own c*ck until you c*m. I know that you are pent up so I expect you will be able to make yourself c*m quickly. When you do, I want you to catch it all in your hand without missing any and show me.”

I f*cked his mouth and I was right, it didn’t take long before he was holding a... Read more on : syncityng.com (under Private syns)