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Omo they say this year 2024, make we no gree for anybody but omorrrr this babe no even gree for herself o 😆 Hiannn…Aunty ran out of the office to buy and deliver a bouquet of flowers to herself. First lied that she had an urgent emergency and had to leave the office. Then called saying a delivery was coming for her and BOOM 💥 A bouquet 💐 arrives. She comes in after 10 mins and plays the whole surprise card and keeps talking about how “she is so surprised” 🤣 Now she is walking around the entire damn building with her bouquet in hand “looking for the right spot to take a picture” The entire damn office of over 10 floors 🤣 The elevators are gonna hear it lol Omgoodness I don’t want to sound like I’m hating but I swear this level of insanity is beyond ridiculous 😆 Somebody please tell me it’s all in my head because… Omorrrrr 😅 On that note…Happy Valentine’s Day beautiful people!!! 💐 💕 No tension anybody o biko…love and allow yourself be loved 🥰 xo

Kimi n hawken where can we find ur kind of love...I am looking for one. Show me the way ooo

A Holiday story of love and friendship. 👏🏾

I absolutely respect your journey. I'm super proud of you. Not many are that courageous as to take charge and refocus the way you have. I think of you often and I smile. You are one special kid. Lol. Someday soon... I'll always be here, rooting for you 💌

Kc strolled grumpily into 'The Madonna' bar. It was a lesbian bar that her best friend Helen had introduced her to a few years back. Kc had frequented the bar enough to be a regular, and the bar had witnessed the milestones of her life. Like the time she sold her first piece of art, or when she met Katie in the bar, they had even got engaged in this same bar. Then life happened, she had got so involved in Katie that she forgot to live, to breathe. She had even let all her friends go because of Katie. She had forgotten about this bar that meant a lot to her because of Katie, and now Katie was gone. Hopefully her friends and of course 'The Madonna' would forgive her. Kc pushed the door and walked inside unsure. The place looked almost the same, just a little changes here and there. Bob, the owner was still there though, and immediately their eyes met, he bellowed ' free shots for everyone' to the glee of the customers. They hugged as much as they could across the counter. Kc had really missed the sorry son of a gun. "Katie finally releases you just enough to breathe fresh air. Hello old timer!" "Hello Bob. I see you still talk alot of crap. Give me my usual Bob, I want to get wasted" "wanna talk about about it?" The big teddy bear of a man asked. Kc thought about it for a while and decided that it was easier to just throw it out there. She couldn't really keep it a secret for much longer. "Katie left me for a dude, she took my car, emptied my wallet and ran off with her co worker. Last I heard, they were married and living happily. Here I am" Kc finished and took a swig of her drink. Bob seemed to figure out her mood, the drink was hard. "I never liked her. Figured something like this would happen. Sorry sweet.. drink up and look around, lots of new p**sy since you were last here" Kc liked that Bob took her story for what it was without asking any more questions. She had forgotten how wise the bartender was. She ordered another drink and decided to look around. It had been six months since the break up, and kc knew she needed to f***k. Hard, raw f***k and nothing else. She scanned the women sitting in groups in different tables. Talking and laughing over discussions. She noticed a few regulars from the time she had been a regular too. She nodded towards a few and continued her scan. That was when her eyes fell on her. Lord! This was one beautiful creature. She was sitting alone at a corner of the bar. She wore ripped tight jeans, boots and a shirt that was both transparent and did nothing to cover her impressive bust. Kc wanted badly to f***k her. As she watched this creature, kc saw her bite her bottom lip and fuss with her glossy blonde hair. f***k! f***k! f***k! 'I'm going to come on this bar stool' kc shifted uneasily On her chair as the beauty looked towards her. Their eyes met and held for a minute before the girl turned back to her phone. Bob noticed kc and chuckled. "Don't tell me it's silent Jane you want" Kc turned reluctantly away from the girl and faced Bob. "What do you mean? She's gorgeous and what do you mean by silent?" Bob attended to customers and once he was through, he turned back to KC. "Well let's see. She walks in here about a year ago, and has been here every week since then," "And?" Kc retorted impatiently. Bob grabbed a huge ledger book and flipped it open for kc to see. "There is a wager on her you see, these are the names of everyone who had tried to pick her up. To be in this, all you need do is drop fifty bucks, walk up to her and take her home" Kc shook her head in disbelief as Bob laughed hard. "So Bobby, you mean to say for about a year, no one has been able to pick her up? What is her name ?" Bob closed the book and turned serious. "She's never spoken to anyone Kay, nobody knows anything about her. Although I heard she is a model but I can't be sure. We call her silent Jane for a reason" Kc tried to assimilate this piece of information but came out stunned. She wanted this silent stranger, that very much was clear but knowing there was a year old bet going on made it much harder. Kc mulled the matter over, maybe silent Jane or whatever her name was deaf and dumb. She knew sign language and could maybe talk to her that way. Kc decided she was going to have to try. She had nothing to lose except fifty bucks. She had everything to gain too. She imagined how much could be up for grabs by now. "So Bob, how much I'm I going in for now? That book sure looks half full." "Uhm! Lets see! About fifty thousand." Wtf! Fifty thousand? Kc was definitely broke as f***k. Katie had left her penniless. The only thing the bitch hadn't taken was the house. She would have if she had found a way to move a house. Kc could see things getting better with fifty thousand bucks. She was still contemplating this when sleazy ol Pat came around. She eyed kc with distaste as she passed fifty bucks to Bob. Bob signed in her name to the book and nodded. She sauntered towards the beauty with the confidence of a lion. Kc turned to watch. This was going to be interesting. She saw Pat take a seat and startstart talking. She gesticulated wildly and laughed alone at the jokes she made, all the while the beauty looked through her like she wasn't even there. Silent Jane even seemed to yawn a few times. Kc wondered if she could hear anything Pat was saying. After some minutes, it seemed like Pat was loosing her cool. Kc saw her slam her fist on the table, probably screaming obscenities as she stormed off the table and out the door of the bar. According to Bob, this had been another one of her numerous attempts gone to waste. I felt for her but this further made me interested in this strange beauty.

Who was the last person you said "I Love You" to?

Hello Ladies... I've always wondered "what's in a surname?" So my question is this: which is your preference and why? A. Take hers B. Keep yours (she takes yours) C. No surname transfers or indifferent D. Adopt a neutral surname that isn't tied to either of you.

Hello Ladies... This topic came to mind and I thought to share (as always. Lol). As imperfect beings, it is inevitable that we would be called out by our partners and vice versa on ocassion. As a matter of fact, it is healthy and crucial for the growth process in every relationships for each individual to feel free enough to correct the other. We all know, some don't do too well being corrected etc... So, imagine you had a partner who displays embarrassing or repulsive behaviour but who isn't willing to take correction. How would you handle it? What would you advise? Who knows, someone who needs this may be reading. Help save a relationship. ☻

TWISTED: It was a pretty decent evening. We're at a bar enjoying good music and drinks. I tried to avoid her gaze as I kept asking myself what I was doing here with her. I'd broken up with her earlier that day. I told her it was for the best; she was getting married and moving to Port Harcourt. I could feel her gaze on me. I busied myself with the drops of water from my bottle of drink. I began to draw silly patterns on the table. "Would you like another bottle?" she asked. I looked at my bottle, I'd barely touched it. I shook my head and said no. She finished up her drink and signaled for a waiter. She ordered for more drinks for both of us. I started to protest but it fell on deaf ears. She shot me a look that made me squirm in my seat. My phone rang, it was a girl I had planned to meet that day. She grabbed my phone before I could. She looked at the caller ID. I couldn't tell what was going on in her head. "So who is this one calling?" "she's just a friend. I was supposed to see her today." "Are you f***king her?" I was. But there was no way I was going to tell her that. Not right now at least. "I'm talking to you. Look at me." I obeyed. I looked at her. She was either hurt or annoyed or both and I couldn't bear to look at her face. My gaze rested on her breasts; they were one of my favorite things about her. Today they looked bigger, they looked like they were about to break free from her t-shirt. I found myself wondering if she was wearing a bra. "I guess you keeping quiet means you are f***king her. Right?" I'm not a snitch. Let her do her worst. She signaled for the waiter and asked for our bill. She paid. "Let's go." she got up and I followed. We walked to her car and got in. The drive was painfully quiet. I wanted to turn the radio on, anything to break the silence. I decided to enjoy the scenery... it was too dark to see much. I heard her sigh. She turned the music on. Usher's "how do I say" began to play. I rolled my eyes. Perfect! I sat up and turned to her when I realized that she had passed my route home. She gave me a look that said "don't even say a word" and returned her focus to the road. I looked down at her laps. She was putting on a cute brown shorts. I had a nice view of her lovely thighs. She has this habit of running her hand through her hair when she's pissed. It was cute. She leaned into her seat as she raised her left leg and rested it on the door. That was when I saw it. She was soaking wet. I couldn't look away. Like moth to flame I was drawn to the wetness. My hands itched to feel it. I looked at her breasts and saw her nipples looking perky. I wondered how she'd react if I touched them. I didn't wait for my brain to provide an answer when I reached out and touched her wet crotch. She gasped lightly. She didn't look away from the road. I waited for her to react, but the gasp was all I got. I began to caress her p**sy through her shorts. I undid the button and unzipped her shorts, then I slid my hand inside. I felt my head spin slightly at how wet and warm her p**sy felt. Her grip tightened on the steering wheel. I slid a finger in her p**sy and then another. She gasped and moaned a little. She hit the accelerator and the car sped. I stopped stroking her p**sy and wanted to take out my hand. She quickly held my hand with her thigh. She began to move her hips urging me to continue. I picked up where I stopped and continued to slowly stroke her p**sy. I could tell she loved my fingers inside her. As she drove towards her estate, I quickened my pace, she began to shudder. I pulled my hand out and she looked at me, hurt. I smiled as I put my hand in my mouth and licked off the juices on my fingers. The car came to a halt as we had reached our destination. She turned off the engine and turned to me. She pulled me close and ground her lips against mine. She kissed me like her life depended on it. She bit my lips and broke the kiss...

My birthday which was on the 18th of April wasn't really anything to write home about due to the lockdown. And then even if there wasn't any, it would not have been any fun(I can be boring ). The only thing that made my day was the fact that my friend thought it good in her heart to send me money even without me asking or expecting her too. No friend has ever done that for me. We have barely known each other for a year and she could do that. I was shocked. Though we met during the ending of my service year. She was posted to where I was and since then we have been inseperable. A good friend indeed. I know we all have friends that we roll and hang out with, friends that invites us to parties and all that crazy shit. But do we really have friends that come through for us when we are down, feeling discouraged, provide us with jobs connect and info, visit us when we are sick, send money without you asking when you're broke, do little things that matter the most, do we really have such friends?? If your answer is yes, then my dear your on the right side of life. I don't really have friends, but when I do I am sure to keep the ones that wouldn't let me down when I need them. It's not all about having a group of friends but having someone who got your back no matter what. Keeps friends that won't get jealous when you start to succeed, that won't complain that you don't call them and all that because they know you always have them in your heart. Keep friends that will always come through.👌

Warning! Graphic description of sex between consenting adults up ahead. *DO NOT COMMENT* PLEASE DO NOT COMMENT O.. As usual, you can click the link on my signature and ask me anything.

These are particularly very tough times. If you do have some extra (food, money or airtime), please reach out to those you think are hard-hit. E.g your hair dresser, the cleaner, the mechanic, or that friend or family member... For members, I have a limited number of airtime vouchers to give away. Send me a private message if you can't afford to buy yourself some credit at this time. Staying informed and keeping in touch with friends and loved ones during this period is so crucial to our mental health. Top-up will be weekly for the next 3 weeks. Also, If you have some extra and you would like to help, feel free to contact myself or any of the admins. Every little helps.

So, I'm trying my hands at writing something totally different from my usual. Less romance, less sex. I don't think I can but I'm going to task myself. This influence comes from reading the works of someone (Bae) I admire a lot and she's even birthed this idea and I'm playing with it. Let's hope I can move past writing a few chapters.

Nigerian lesbian and LGBT rights campaigner, Biwom Pamela Adie has fixed the date of her wedding to sweetheart and partner. According to an update she announced on her social media page, the date is 23rd of June, 2018. In 2011 Pamela Adie left her family and friends shocked, when she came out to declare openly that she’s a lesbian. She used to be married to a man. Pamela’s sexual orientation had been hidden from her family for years, she hadn’t discussed it with either her family or fiancé—even before she walked down the aisle with him. She thought: “It would be nice to keep mum about it, forget about my sexual orientation as lesbian and move on with marriage”: to seek change. But it didn’t turn out as planned for Pamela. For 24 months, Pamela says she was living in pain but with grit and courage, she realized straight relationships (and marriage) were not meant for her and the best way to salvage the situation was to wipe the slate clean. “My pain became more than my fear. I came out because I needed to be free from pain, from telling my loved ones lies, from living a double life (as lesbian and a married woman). The burden was just too heavy to bear,” she said with a serious look that mirrors nothing but sincerity. “When I came out, I came out to free myself. I didn’t come out because I wanted to be an activist or because I wanted to prove a point. It was really about me.” Pamela Adie was born in a Christian home; raised by staunch Catholic parents in the serene city of Calabar, Nigeria. She’s from Obudu in Cross River state. When she was seventeen year old, she left for the United States where she earned a Bachelor of Business Administration, with a Minor in Personal and Professional Communication. She says she had her first same-sex relationship even before she travelled abroad and having been in a same-sex relationship for years—she thought her marriage would save her from being lesbian. It never did. “Even before I came out, I was already in a same-sex relationship but I never saw myself as lesbian. I hadn’t come out to myself and I always thought that when I get married it will somehow go away. That’s one of the reasons I eventually got married.'' “At the end of the day, it didn’t go away because it’s not something that goes away. Your sexual orientation is part of who you are and it’s not a choice”. After struggling to fit in for two years she couldn’t continue acting straight, she couldn’t put her sexual orientation behind her despite her marriage to a wonderful man. “My ex-husband is a great guy. He didn’t deserve to be lied to. I felt really bad. For me coming out, and leaving the marriage was really for him so that he can move on and find someone that can give him what he really wants,” she said. “My parents didn’t like that I am lesbian. They were angry. My mum was more vocal than my dad, though. My dad was more loving but the tension between my mum and I was thick. She was of the opinion that I was possessed and that there was something wrong with me. So it created a tension in the house,” she told YNaija in a past interview earlier this year. “I don’t have that issue with my father. It’s still the same till today. He’s still the one I talk to the most. My mum hasn’t come to a place of acceptance as of this point. She’s still struggling with my sexual orientation.” Source: http://www.lailasblog.com/2017/07/nigerian-lesbian-pamela-adie-sets-wedding-date-marry-partner-photos.html

Last night, I was having a conversation with the girlfriend. I was sulking. Lol. and she was trying to cheer me up. Lol. I was being a big baby at some point I must confess. Lol. I then tell her that it isn't her responsibility to make me happy or to manage my emotions for me. That I alone hold the power to choose whether or not I want to stay happy or dwell because after all, happiness is a choice. What are your thoughts about this girls?

RULES : 1. State what you want. What you are interested in finding on this site at the moment. 2. Don't be judgemental of anyone's request. 3. Realise that things and people change. So what someone wants today might not be what they want tomorrow. So never use what they write here against them. 4. Dare to be honest. You will be happy with the results. 5. If someone says something you also want, shoot your shot, don't start saying she must PM me first, mbok. ***If I have left out any rules you will like me to add, please inform me and I will do accordingly.**** #DaringAsfvck2018 (I am stealing these hashtags from somewhere o).

Do you like being the dominant one or the submissive one in the bedroom?

What's the most thoughtful gift anyone has given you? Moi - Her heart

How much time after a break-up would you generally allow before going into a new relationship? What is it a function of.

If you had magical powers to make someone fall in love with you, would you? Why?

What are the top three things that when a girl does to or for you, makes you fall deeper in love with her?? This is asides sexual related stuff or things involving body objectification.

This is going to be a long read and I want to appreciate D.B.S who finally got me to commit pen to paper in order to bring these characters to life. WARNING!! I would appreciate if no one commented on this thread so as not to disturb the story flow. The characters, places, and situations are all a product of my imagination and even if it bears resemblance to any one alive, then it's just a coincidence. I hope that I am able to achieve what I hoped with this story. Enjoy. **** DO NOT COMMENT PLEASE. THANKS

So I have seen a lot of couples coordinate their outfits for pictures or for parties and stuff. I have seen lesbian couples sew outfits from Ankara and it's always cute but is it something you would do? Have you tried it before? What are your general thoughts on wearing the same color of things as boo?

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