ALICE FROM THE MAMAs CAME O!

I'm sorry I forgot to tell you all that happened when Alice came to my house. You remember Alice don't you? That super freak that I met at the MAMAs. That freaky groupie that had her fingers all over my spine that lovely day. The girls whose nyash I squeezed like agege bread or something. Alice! She kept her promise and came to my place . She even called me on the 15th, for directions to my place. She sounded real excited on the phone. Me I gave her promptly. Your boy no fit dull na. She promised to wear her sexiest outfit. And boy, did she keep her promise? She arrived at my apartment in around 6p.m the next day and to my surprise she came in a blue Nissan Murano. Although I had already guessed her to be a girl from a well-heeled family, I would never have guessed her to be that rich. In the course of our discussion, she told me that her father was a retired general in the army and that he liked to spoil her silly being his only daughter. She looked real nice in her light pink halter neck top , black mini skirt and stilettoes. There was only one thing I could think of as we sipped our drinks in my living room. Nacking the hell out of her ass. And from the way she looked at me, I was sure that I was not the only one thinking such thoughts. I mean, why the hell had she come in the first place.

After about three glasses each of bailey's on the rocks, we were feeling real good, and ready to go. We were ready for some action. The touching and kissing began, me starting the touching and she taking it to the stage of kissing. Next was the advanced smooching, or heavy petting as oyinbo dey call am. I found my self squeezing her boobs like I wanted to burst them, and fingering her pussy like crazy. She emitted some sexy animal sounds as she rubbed and pulled on my dick and sucked on my tongue. Then before I knew what was happening, she wipped my dick out of my slacks and began to suck on it with so much relish, like a baby sucking on its favourite plastic toy or a kid sucking its favourite lollipop. It was a crazy lovely experience. I just relaxed on my sofa and fingered gher pussy and rubbed her breasts as she sucked. Next thing I know we are in the 69 position, our heads buried in each other's privates. After a few minutes of this, I got her in the doggy position and fucked real good from behind while I pulled her hair. If not for the music I had on,I swear the neighbours would have come to her rescue, thinking that someone was being murdered in my house. I fiucked her silly that day, alternating between fucking her in different positions and she sucking my dick.

She had planned the whole thing in such a way that she would spend the night in my house. I mean, why else would she come at 6p.m. Anyway, there was more straffing in the middle of the night and we were finally spent around 2a.m in the morning. The next day she left, promising to come running whenever I called. As she left, I noticed Chioma, my next door neighbour looking at us.The look in her eyes told me that she had heard our night action. Well that mede me glad. I have been chasing the bitch for quite some time now to no avail. Maybe this episode will convince her to let me poke her. Like faceebook.

MESSI, XAVI OR INIESTA? WHO BLOODY CARES?

Boy, this life is crazy no be small. I was at a cybercafe- in which one can also play video games and snooker- or should I say an entertainment cafe in Festac Town (23 road to be precise) and was minding my business surfing the net for bitches to poke when a group of boys who seemed to know one another minimally struck up a conversation., or an argument. Can you guess the argument? Well, if you guessed it had to do with sports, you are definitely right. If you guessed it had to do with football, once again you are definitely right. Of course that could not have been too hard a guess to hazard. In Nigeria SPORTS IS SYNONYMOUS WITH FOOTBALL- or soccer as those odd Yankees call it. What was the subject of the argument? Did Messi deserve to be the 2010 player of the year?

Four of the boys(I think they were 9 or ten in total) were firmly of the belief that Messi was deserving of the honour bestowed upon him very recently. Three or four were of the opinion that it should have gone to his Barcelona teammate Andres Iniesta while the remainder felt that Xavi Hernandes, Barcelona's mid-field maestro should have clinched the title. I listened as the argument gradually degenerated into something else. Insults and counter-insults started to fly. Threats and counter-threats were made. At some point I just had to ask myself:"Is it worth it?" I mean, all the threats and abusive words, all the fucking sweating and over-heating of the bloody brain, just for another man's business. Just for another man's life. Whether Messi won, or Xavi or Iniesta won, who the fuck cares. Just see men who could some day become best of friends say stupid shit to each other, over a matter that not one of them will get paid for. A matter that won't put bread on their tables or bitches in their beds. Stupid fools.

At some point the number of boys involved in the argument swelled to about 15. Imagine fifteen grown males talking and shouting their opinions at the same time. Some customers in the cxafe just could not bear it and left. It was bloody terrible. You know what staunched the progression of the argument to blows? Soe Real Madrid fan had the guts to say that none of the Barca players should have taken the coveted title. It should have gone to Wesley Sneidjer of Inter Milan or Christiano Ronaldo of Real Madrid. At that, all the Barca fans stopped arguing amongst themselves and turned on the Real Madrid fan. They had a common enemy now. The argument then changed to: Real Madrid or Barca, which team is better. Me, I don't care too much about all that. Whether I say Real or Barca I won't get a kobo for that. So fuck em all.