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A Holiday story of love and friendship. 👏🏾

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.

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.

Hey ladies... I was trying to decide if I had one favourite type of kiss but it's been tough deciding because the truth is, the style applied is dependent on one's emotional state at the time, the reason for the kiss, the person being kissed etc... I'm curious about other styles out there that I may be missing out on. Lol. As you all know, I don't get out of the temple much 😇

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

Hey girls... Got any plans for Val's day? Don't get excited yet. This isn't a giveaway. I would have loved to but the dynamics to sorting out tickets are a tad complex. So... instead, I'm thinking we could still have loads of fun with it online. My thoughts are that two people would volunteer and agree to be eachother's valentine. We will host a thread for them while they dine and make conversation -within the thread. Lol. We could have multiple dinners holding simultaneously as well. The rest of us will simply watch and be entertained with the ensuing discussions... What do you think? To be considered for the dinner, simply indicate your interest and nominate one person you would love to dine with. Once she accepts your nomination, you are in! It's that simple.😘 lol

Hey ladies, I thought it would be rather interesting to have us share our (favourite) 'how I met her' stories here.

So this one is for someone who wants me to start another story as fast as I can. You know who you are!! WARNING!!!! Do not read this story if you are sensitive to sexual scenes as this story is graphic and very very sexual. I repeat don't even open it, it would ruin you. If you kept reading then you should know that this story isn't about anyone living or dead, it is entirely a product of my over active sexual imaginations. (Sue me) **As usual let's try not to comment so as not to ruin the flow of the story, but believe me, this one would be very short, hard and fast. *DO NOT COMMENT* PS: no one should blame me for writing sex, it's how I get off Biko.... Thank you.

As I sat there in absent mindedness punching characters into the computer system sitting on my desk, all concentration was focused on the chiming of the clock hanging on the wall above Tamara's desk, as it formed danceable rhythms to my ears. I counted the seconds with the tick tock and for the umpteenth time, i darted my gaze to the time keeping device and was elated to note that it was just a few more minutes before the day ends in this godforsaken office. I hated my job as an editor in a publishing firm since the day i took up the offer. It was one boring job that could make one tie a noose round the neck one day. “I’ll quit tomorrow” I cooed to myself as I always do, but the thought of going to Mofe for money usually make me summon the courage to go to work the next day, as I would die first before asking my twin sister for a raise. Two minutes before 5pm, “whoops!” I quickly abandoned what I was typing and started packing my things ready to make a dash. “See you next week Oma” Tamara said to me as she started walking out of the office that she and I shared. “na wa o, so you can’t even wait two more minutes, but if it is Omawunmi leaving one minute before time, CNN would land here to cover the news” “there’s a place I need to be, already told the boss. I was supposed to even leave at 4.30” Tamara responded, rolling her eyes “Whatever, have a good weekend” “You too” she threw over her shoulders as she stormed out. Gosh! I hated this Tamara girl, it was annoying enough that she pretends to be better than everyone else with her holier than thou attitude, but for us to share same office was unbearable. She was the very churchy kind that would probably organise a crusade for me should she find out that I am gay. Bella was asleep on the couch when I got home, with my neighbour's teenage daughter beside her watching TV. She usually helped me babysit her while I’m away at work. Bella my eight year old daughter, is the fruit of a three years marriage which ended in fiasco. After Mofe married an Australian Immigration Lawyer, mom and the whole family were all on my case about marriage. I eventually succumbed to marrying Jason, my childhood friend. Things however turned awry when Jason started suspecting that I might be into girls and in no time, his suspicion was confirmed when he caught me and someone I had introduced as my friend, necking in the sitting room. He filed for a divorce and I immediately signed to it. I remember giving myself a delicious treat that day in celebration of my freedom. Thankfully though, Jason, who is still friends with me, never mentioned the reason for our breakup to anyone, he had simply told my mom and his that we were not meant for each other. I planted a kiss on Bella's little cheek, she woke up and wrapped her little arms around my neck “welcome mum, how was work?” “I will quit tomorrow” “Hahaha, you always say that mum but you never quit” “Someday, I’ll surprise you, I promise. Now get up let’s make quick dinner, you know mummy has a date tonight” “can I go with you mum?” “No you can’t cupcakes, this is an adult kinda date” The nerves in her face started to contract in sadness, so I quickly reassured her “but we can go to the park tomorrow. It’s Saturday and we’ll have all day to ourselves” “Promise?” “I do solemnly swear” She smiled and jumped off the couch. Hours later, I was in a bar waiting for my date. Going on dates was gradually becoming part of my Friday routine. I've met with three persons in three weeks, all of whom were gotten from a dating site. I slept with all three and kissed them good-bye. Relationship was not my thing, I simply dated for the fun and companionship that I get out of it. I wasn’t looking for anything serious, already tried that once after my crashed marriage and the as****h**le infected me with STD while keeping numerous lovers and ran off thereafter. Hence, I resolved to date for the sole aim of getting laid. So, sitting there at the bar handpicked by the said date, I started to wish I had not agreed to this blind date. I didn’t usually do blind dates, but this particular girl had been different from the rest. She simply stood out in style of conversation and against my will, I felt drawn to her, so that when she suggested we don’t share photos prior to the meeting date, I accepted. ‘grr grr' she was calling. I answered and she said “I’m here, what are you wearing and where exactly are you?” “I’m wearing a red top on a blue jean and I’m sitting close to the restroom door” Seconds later, I heard “hello” for a second I thought the voice sounded familiar I turned to come gaze locked with Tamara my colleague. What nonsense, what is mother Mary doing here? “Tamara, what are you doing here?” “Errm... Oma, that’s exactly what I’m about to ask you” “Well, I'm meeting with someone and I guess you’re... Wait a minute, why did you walk up to me, Oh my God, are you Susan from LoveFinder?” Tamara's phone slipped off her hand and fell to the ground “you are Phantom? Christ!”

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

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So by popular demand, I am putting this story in one place. The people I refer to it always have problems accessing all the parts and it becomes a chore. So I thought to put it all in a place for easy reading. As usual, no comments till it's done at least.. Thank you.....

And yet more definitions and more labels. There are so many terms now; your head could literally burst if you do labels. So I felt it was just "sexual orientations", then I found out we had "romantic orientations" as well and that they are quite distinct. Same way gender identity is distinct from sexual orientation. Meaning you can be hetero-romantic, bi-romantic, and homo-romantic the same way that you can be heterosexual, bisexual, and homosexual. However, the thing about these classifications is that they can be mixed: 1. Heterosexual Bi-romantic: One could be open to have sex with any gender (sexual orientation) but not open to fall in love or be in a romantic relationship with any gender (romantic orientation). Eg. I can have sex with either gender just for sexual fulfilment but have the desire to spend the rest of my life loving only one of either gender (male or female. 2. Bisexual Bi-romantic: One could be open to have sex with any gender (sexual orientation) and also open to fall in love or be in a romantic relationship with any gender (romantic orientation). Eg. I can have sex with both male and female and also able to spend the rest of my life together and in love with either depending on who makes me happy at that point. In a nutshell, for many people, their sexual orientation and romantic orientation may align. For some, they may be different. 🤷 N.B. And all this is assuming that romance and sex are not on the same continuum. I see the romantic orientation part as majorely influenced by society and culture. I mean if you can have sex with a particular gender, why the hell can't you fall in love or spend the rest of your life with that gender? In as much as I find this quite laughable, I see some sense in it.

Valentine is about romance. It's about love and its about sex. Don't let anyone tell you different. So, this year's Valentine's day fell in on a working Wednesday right?Fact! And we all couldn't take a day off work because it'd be obvious that we love our girlfriends better than our jobs? Fact!!. Well..the good news is Valentines day is from the 14th of Feb till the rest of the year, kidding now!, but at least its till the rest of the week. As you plan for your valentine weekend, check out these 9 indigenously tested ways to make up for yesterday's rush rush romance. Start tomorrow to show her that redness that will prove to her you love her and ensure you two will have mind blowing sack sessions all weekend. Warning: material is for those in a relationship, content might sadden these who are single. 1.Table for two With the gay climes in Nigeria, no doubt that most lesbians are closeted; you may not be comfortable going out with your lover to a restaurant full of straight couples. So, to enjoy a special Valentine’s meal with your sweetie, you can have a picnic! Go to a private beach, rent a thatch tent and set a mat for two. The weather is mercilessly hot now but don't be discouraged. dress lightly and have her dress lightly too. Shorts, tank tops and short-sleeveless dresses will make you both look and feel sexy. You can also play sneak-a-peak, flirting with each others body as you feed her with your fingers. You are sure to build up sexual tension for later tonight..Finger foods are especially sexy. 2.Get her a hand made stuff You may have written her a poem, or a love essay earlier, sent it to her email or posted on her favourite column or blog, but reading it aloud to her as you two can look at each other from across tables or mats, speaks volumes of your care for her. Paint her a picture, frame a nice photo you took together or make her a one-of-a-kind piece of jewelry. Knit her a cap or sew-on a short love line unto her towel. Nothing is appreciated more than a handmade gift. 3.Trip her Plan a weekend trip out of you boths regular municipality, to a nice hotel or a more gay-friendly location. Its very unlikely that a hotel you are patronizing will 'out' you. Play, flirt, dance by the bar/ pool side and leave the 'heavy metal' smooching for when you are back into the comfort of your hotel room 4.Dance Take here to a dance club or bar that isn't so crowded and make sure to dance with her till its obvious to her and a few others that you are so into her 5.Massage her Treat her to a massage. Who doesn't love a shoulder or foot rub? Get some sweet smelling oils, take your time and make her your queen for the day. Add to the spa experience by running her a candle-lit bath or treating her to a home facial, manicure or pedicure. Naked massages are sexy but for this occasion, put on some discipline and so not to ravish her on the massage towel. Save the romp for your Valentine bed. Or as the spirit leads 6.More Music Get creative with her favourite love music. Or make her a mixed CD of all your favorite love songs that remind you of her. Then take her hand and waltz her around the living room. Or, if you can sing, serenade her with one of your own tunes or a favorite love song. Even if you can't sing, try. Its sure to make her happy. Don't scare her with your voice though - pun. 7.Walk with me Buy a bottle of champagne and some chocolates and pick her up after work with your car pr a taxi. Take her to place/ park where you can watch the sunset. Or take a walk on a moon lit night and talk about your dreams together 8. Home things Forget going out to eat. She likes your cooking the best anyway, right? Cook her favourite meal, set up the table and watch her eat or feed her. Afterwards, slot in a romantic lesbian movie and snuggle close to each other on the sofa to watch it together. 9. Bed tactics I said it before, Valentine is about romance and sex. So after all the build up, its time for the action. Make sure to reach a new sex milestone in your relationship tonight. Do something new or differently. Fulfill her sexual fantasies. If she likes toys, introduce toys into your bed this weekend, or dress up for her. Find out her fetishes and dish it out this weekend. No hold backs Anyone of, or all these tips put together is trusted to give you and your sweetie an unforgettable Val's weekend from today. We could use more suggestions.

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I was thinking along these lines and decided to perhaps make it public.. the more the merrier :D So here it is... This thread is a catalogue of sorts of the things you do/have done when you miss(ed) her. All you need do is start your sentence with "When I miss you..."

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"Tee! Do you think God hates us?" I said looking at her, she was so beautiful, everything I could ever want and more. She raised her eyebrows and seemed to think for a while before replying "I don't think he hates us,I don't wanna think about cray stuffs like that tho" she said nonchalantly as she drew me closer. Our bodies melted like wax, we were joined, body and soul. I could almost taste her thoughts. How is it possible to love and understand someone this much? How can this be a sin? She started to kiss me and I rose to her lips, it started slowly but the need grew and grew till we were practically eating each other. I wanted her so much, I have never wanted anything this much in my entire life. The sex that night was different. The orgasm was sweet in a painful way and after it passed I started to cry. She cuddled me and whispered sweet nothings into my ears, it worked. The tears turned into a trickle and I sniffed and held her even closer, she kissed my tears and said "Make a wish Bee" I did not think about it, it came out straight out of my heart. "I wish God would accept US".

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