1,048 Days and counting

Yes! Its been approximately 1,048 days since the last time my blog was updated: The 3rd of January 2013. So much has definitely transpired between then and now. For instance, I was just entering sophomore year and still had no inkling on what my major would be (now I'm a senior at Georgia State University graduating this winter with a BA in Economics). Besides that immense change, I was still single as of January 2013 but that definitely changed the next month of February when I began dating my boyfriend. We've been together for 2 years, 9 months and counting. In terms of friendships, I've made new friends and lost just a few and despite how hard it is to maintain friendships. I am very thankful for the wonderful people that have remained in my life from then up until now.

I can't wait to really talk about a lot of things that I have experienced, my life has surely changed in so many ways whether it be in a good way or not so pleasant way. Thankful to God! Let the new beginnings begin... Lol that was funny.

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Happy New Year

I feel a little bad about having ignored my blog so much. There has been a lot of changes. I turned 20 a few days ago... I'll have pictures up soon. I lost and made friends. Failed at things and made things happen. Got my old job back. Got plenty of presents for both Christmas and my birthday. I have been pretty spoiled I must confess. Life has been great in the fast few. Lost, found and made love (don't take that too literal) lol anyway, God has been good to me.

Pictures:

The Cake

Abdul and I

Birthday Girl

Abdul, Debola and her friend

Amanda, Abdul and Ojone

Jordan and I

Winner

Jay and I again

Would You Understand?

Warning: Story is Rated 18 written by Oluseyimcfunny and ShyTalkative
Please commence :)

My name is Tumi and I recently turned 20. It has taken 4 years for me to summon up the courage to tell this story, my story. The past years have been filled with agony, cries, and rage. I had even hit an all-time low, my depression had worsened. The doctor said I should continue to write that it would comfort me better. I had nearly given up on life, there were days I considered suicide but I just couldn’t bring myself to it. It would be a selfish thing to do I would convince myself. Don’t judge me as I tell you my story.

I was 16, young, and full of life. I was ready to explore sex, drugs and love at least I thought I was. I loved kissing, smooching, grinding on guys and excessive partying. I was a regular teenager like you. I was told numerous times to slow it down but I never listened. I loved boys too, but I knew better than to wear skirts to any guy’s house. I avoided getting drunk at parties, made sure I came with a wingman and enough money with me so I wouldn't have to depend on anyone. It wasn’t long until I began dreaming of the day I’d lose my virginity. White candles, red roses, scented candles, red wine & slow music. I was a romantic.

On one fateful evening, Fiyin invited me for a party at her house and told me it was gonna be over night. She said it was going to be fun because her parents weren't going to home and there would drinks, food, weed and most importantly, boys. Fiyin was my best friend at least that was what I thought. I picked out a black mini dress that showed off my curves, a red handbag and my favorite Jimmy Choo heels that screamed "fuck me". I told my mum I was going to sleep over at Fiyin’s. I told her she was throwing a slumber party, which was partly true but now I wish I never lied to her. I packed my bags and wore a bum short and a tank top and drove to Fiyin's house. I was right on time and by 9pm, people were strolling into the house. It was really big, 7 bedrooms, 8 baths and it even had a huge pool and a tennis court. Her parents were rich well we were both rich and spoiled. As the crowd grew bigger I immediately changed into my dress and was trying to balance on the shoes cause I've had "a lot of little" to drink. I drank a little more, danced with a few people, kissed some until I began feeling light headed. I went into one of the rooms to lay down for a bit and I think I passed out.

I remember waking up and seeing Fiyin with some boy I didn't recognize, I tried to keep my eyes opened and the next time I managed to there were two boys in the room but she was gone. I wasn’t sure how many minutes had passed but my head was beginning to pound. The loud music didn’t help and I just wanted to get up. Right then, I felt held down like there was another body weighing me down. Alas! There was one onto me, I tried to shake him off but I was too weak. By this time, my dress was bunched up around my waist; I could feel a strange hand caressing my inner things. This couldn’t be happening. He was taking his trouser off, I released a scream but I could hear my voice drowning. It was no match for the vulgar music playing in the house. I shut my eyes tightly in the hopes that everything would go away. Perhaps it was just a nightmare. Without notice, I felt a painful thrust. This guest wasted no time in putting his penis in me, right then I felt the hot tears let loose from my lacrimal glands. He was slow at first but then increased his pace. I was taken against my will, I wanted it to stop but my body betrayed me, I felt myself getting lubricated. I was in so much pain, I prayed for someone to come in, no one did. I passed out again and woke to another boy trying to fit it in me. I couldn’t take it anymore, I tried to scratch him and then he hit me. I pleaded with him to let me go but he didn't! I puked and felt disgusted with myself. I let myself go, I couldn’t fight it anymore. I wasn’t sure how many more people had their way with me that night, I couldn't remember. I passed out.

 When I finally woke up around 1pm the next day, I felt sore, the air in the room made me nauseous and I felt like I just survived a car wreck. I couldn't find my dress but managed to crawl to the bed where I pulled the bed sheet to cover my nakedness. I tried to pull myself up and used every ounce of energy left in me to walk to Fiyin's room. She lay there stripped, battered and almost lifeless. I didn’t know what to do. I shook her badly and called out her names. I was petrified. I was confused. I wouldn’t stop until she let out a cry. She looked in my eyes and held on to me as if I could give her life. I was sad; I wasn’t there to save her. I remember that day like it was yesterday, everyone blamed it on us; even the police said we brought this on ourselves and we should be thankful we weren't killed. I hate the Nigerian Police. They never caught those boys, but every night, before I sleep, I curse them. I wanted everyone and everything they ever loved taken away from them; I showered curses upon their generations. I wanted them miserable as long as they lived. I still carry a lot of hurt in me but people want me to let go. I laugh, if this happened to you, your best friend or your sister, would you tell them to forgive and forget?

 My name is Tunmi and I was raped at 16.

A Night To Remember

Warning: Story is Rated 18 written by Oluseyimcfunny and ShyTalkative
Please commence :)

The night ended well except that Halima got really drunk, I thought our evening was going great until she began to go on and on about her last lover. I really wasn’t paying attention but she wouldn’t stop pouring more drinks till I asked the waiter not to bring her any. As we made our way to one of the guest rooms she continued to talk and I nodded my head in agreement while I supported her weight by putting my arms around her. It was hard to believe that even in her drunken stupor she looked remarkable. When we got to the room, she fell on the bed and immediately dozed off. It was quite funny but I took the time to admire her beauty from her perfectly trimmed toe nails to her soft looking ankles, up through her toffee hairless skin. Her face was so innocent no one would believe it was the same girl who kept talking about being ditched. In one word, she was amazingly breathtaking. The short skirt she was wearing was bunched up at this time and it gave me a clear view of her red panties, the buttons on her shirt were undone revealing a matching bra. "She must have been feeling sexy", I thought to myself “or plain ready?” She looked alluring and the alcohol in my system wasn’t helping one bit because all I could think about was my dick in her and rocking her body all night long.

I met Halima on twitter and after 3 LOLs (the standard) and several direct messages, we agreed to meet at a mutual friend's house party. Thinking back, I'm glad Halima couldn't handle alcohol. I couldn't take it anymore and like a predator seeing his prey, I undid her bra and there they were. The firmest set of tits I’d ever come across. I began to massage them, using both my hands to cup, roll, and stroke the soft milky flesh. Very slowly they began to come to life. Her nipples began to harden and I leaned over and began to tease them, slowly, letting my tongue roll around the soft black areola, tasting her flesh which responded under my tender ministrations. “Halleluyah!,” I heard her let out a soft moan, perhaps she definitely was reacting to my touch.

By this time, her chest rose and fell with so much energy; you'd think I was an exorcist. Instead of just licking her nipples I commenced to suck it, increasing the pressure on each of her nipples, until her moans got louder. I pushed a hand under her panties and began to rub her pussy lips. Her legs instinctively parted and she jerked, let out another little groan and I felt her juices saturate my fingers. With one quick pull, Halima’s panties were around her ankles. I could feel my dick stirring lustfully in my pants, and I had to take several deep gasps as I parted her long smooth legs which revealed a well shaved vag. I let my head lower itself into the wetness below despite the fact that I had never given head before. It was safe to say the alcohol in my system was beginning to hit me and I didn’t mind.

By this time she was slowly gaining consciousness, a devilish smile began to form in the corner of her mouth. I wondered if she’d stop me but she didn’t, I guessed that was a cue for me to continue. She bucked against my face, and I began to lick with steady strokes, pushing her swollen lips hard, finding the tiny nub of her clit and pressing it hard with my tongue, making her shudder on the bed as waves of pleasure shot through her body. I spread her legs wide, placing my dick in line with her very wet patch. I began to thrust into her, she was well lubricated and I did find it easy to fit my thick cock into her. I thrust real hard, grabbing her hips simultaneously. Her soundtrack was like music to my ears as I rammed my dick in and out of her pussy. I turned my attention to her tits again, I began to suck and squeeze them. She moaned loudly and called out my name, “please, don’t stop now!” I soon realized she was about to cum, she grabbed the sheets and with sheer willpower I held off blowing my load inside her. She did she let out a gut wrenching screech of surprise and pleasure, bucking faster and faster against me. She lay in a combined orgasmic drunken stupor under me as I plunged back and forth inside her getting ready to fill her up with a shit-load of sperm which I did thirty seconds later, emptying my balls into her with hard vigorous jerks.

I cleaned her up, placed her well and covered her up with the blanket. I decided to get a drink to help me cool off and it helped. I walked back into the room and there she was sleeping peacefully. I laid on the couch and didn't sleep until an hour later. “Ding! Ding!”, was the sound I woke up to 5 hours later, my alarm had rang at 9AM and I woke up startled. My head did hurt a little bit and the sun was out shining. I looked around but there was no sign of life, I staggered towards to the bed where I had left her but she wasn’t there, she was gone. I looked in the bathroom, nothing. I shook my head and walked back to the room. The only thing she had left behind was a note which read:

"Who knew having sex while drunk was going to turn out great? We should meet up next Saturday, my place ;) we’re going to do this all over. Love, Leema"

A New Year Story

So my best friend asked me to write her a "love story" in two tweets before she slept lol. Well I was able to do that but then she asked me to conclude it. I decided to call it "A New Year Story" cos it's close to the new year and we all have wishes we want to come true. This is pure fiction so I hope you enjoy it!


      It was the last day in '11. We stared at one another through the screen of our computers with love in our eyes, he was 100s of miles away but I knew our love had gone through a lot not to last. He blew me a kiss and promised that the year would be the beginning of Us and I smiled. People said it was too good to be true. People told me never to put all my hopes in him but he was the one who never left. I loved him and that was all I knew...The distance didn't matter bcos I had my mind made up and he was the one.
     We made plans to meet eachother & I was excited for that day to come. Spending New Year Eve together was a dream come true, my idea. I had second thoughts while falling for this stranger but all the doubt cleared up as I packed my clothes into my luggage :) ...days drew near and his voice was all I wanted to hear until the day we saw eachother. It soothed me and made me melt. I remained restless for the rest of the night, I couldn't stop thinking of the next couple hourswhen I would finally meet my love.
     Time passed and it was morning. He left me a message "get your sexy ass outta bed ma" I smiled and hurriedly took a shower. My parents bade me goodbye as they dropped me off at the airport. My heart began to beat as I boarded the plane. This was it ...no turning back. I adjusted myself as the Pilot announced the plane would be making its way to Paris in a couple of mins. Paris, city of love. I fell asleep but woke up in time for the plane to touchdown Paris, France. It was 12:13 AM. I was nervous. Mixed emotions. I walked past the gates with my bags dragging beside me. 
     Finally! I looked around and tried to search for him in the crowd. All I saw was a huge afro and a gentleman standing in the corner with his luggage beside him. I bursted out laughing. He did promise he'd stand out. Right then our eyes met. I dropped my bags and ran into his waiting arms. Our lips met as though they were meant for one another. I smiled & knew the rest of my life was gonna be shared with him. "Hi Beverly, you made it!". My thoughts were interrupted but all that didn't matter. I knew I was safe in the arms of the man I love.

 The end. :) Have a Happy New Year!

Morning Rant

I'm up early enough to do my chores. I will certainly be ignoring phonecalls and messages if any. I am tired of everything and trying to be better for people. I feel bad for myself I don't even know where to start from or what words to use. Guess in the end you just have to figure out where exactly your loyalty lies. At the end of the day you just realise it was either there or was never there all along. I'm tired of shedding tears for someone, I'm tired of patching things. I'm sorry we weren't the best fit even though there were things we could've worked on. I'm sorry I ever met you and liked you. I'm sorry for every single memory and knowing we have to start over. Well this certainly isn't crossroads because I finally realise what I mean to you after all these while...nothing.

Well next year all I wanna do is move so I don't really have to acknowledge your existence. I don't wish anything bad for you but I wish you all the best. No more mopping around. It's a new day.

Have a good day everyone.

Nothing really changes

At the end of the day, nothing really changes. Our worst fears only come alive just to haunt us. Anyway I realised I am definitely not the relationship type and after this year, well I don't think I need further proof. I mean I could have been better or done things a lot more differently but too bad. I just wanna sleep and wake up tomorrow hoping everything either goes back to normal or my life at least gets better. I am tired of crying, feeling sad, or getting mad at or over anyone. I need sanity, actually stability is what I need right now and nothing more. With that being said, I am calling it a night. Well, a morning actually.

Have a good day!

Its my birthday

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, my birthday

It's finally 12/16 :D I turn 19 today
I am really appreciative of everything
For the birthday wishes, the tweets, prayers, calls, messages...Thank You all!
I can't wait to get all my presents & to open the one I sent to myself ^_^ Yh I do it


HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEVERLY

Surprise Surprise

My parents got me a laptop and it's not even my birthday yet ;D 
It wasn't the one I wanted...but this will do! ^_^

Abuse ...Help a soul today :)

 So I read a girl's TL (timeline) on Twitter and apparently she has been sexually abused for years by people her father had set her up with (judging from what I read). He seemed to derive some kind of crazy pleasure from actually asking her about her encounters with these males and that was crazy. Well noone really paid attention to her or understood how much holding such in had done to her psychologically. She wound up cutting herself and she ended up committing suicide a few hours ago :'( (Heart breaking). RIP AshleyBillasano

I didn't know who this girl was until today but it's saddening to read her story and know not one person stepped up to the plate to actually help her. I bet people care freely called her names like "hoe", "slut", or "bitch" then went around being their normal self. Being judgemental comes so easy for us that we don't know how our speech can mentally affect a person, after all we aren't in their shoes and we don't know what the hell they are going through, or have been through.

Any form of abuse is uncalled for, be it physical abuse, mental abuse, emotional abuse, sexual abuse, and the likes. Past experiences won't even make me go down this lane in details because I do have an idea of this and it isn't pretty.

Seriously if anyone's trying to hurt you or hurt you in anyway against your will,

• it is best for you to speak up! 
• Talk to someone you can confide in, 
• get help, 

This seems harder but I really hope anyone getting abused has the courage to stand up & say NO!

This blog post is dedicated to Ashley, I know you're in a better place and I pray whosoever had a hand in this get what's coming to them.

My Bestfriend

This was originally written on  08 June 2009 at 14:47

Closer than a sister you are to me. You mean so much to me and it makes me happy because we've been together through thick and thin. I've seen you sad; seen you mad; seen you joyful and even in tears. Irregardless the situation you find yourself in, you always posed to be real strong but now you break down easily. 


I wish i can dry your tears and hold you near for every-time i see you cry. All this is because of him and it saddens my heart to see you like this. 
I wish i can do something but I'm as helpless as you are and that breaks my heart because you deserve better. You love him more than he'll ever know but he's just too blind to realise that. 


Today seems better than the yesterday and I'm glad but my gladness doesn't last for long because i see you once again squatting in the corner with the pain you cant hide written all over you. My heart burns as i see you look up at me with torture in your eyes. I said to you "I'm so sorry" and right there you flashed me a smile leaving my heart with peace and my mind at rest. I said silently to myself "everything will be fine Bee" and then you walked up to me as though reading my mind and said "i know, You're the best any friend could ask for" that made me tear up and i made a pact never to leave you no matter the situation. This one made us stronger & I love you. 

Confessions Of a Voyeur (Erotic Poem) ;)

This is a poem created by a friend of mine :) You can follow him on Twitter at oluseyimcfunny Enjoy!


As she walked into the club,

She caught everyone's glance,

Looking so sultry and so sexy,

As she went to the floor to dance.



She wore a dress with plunging neckline,

Which accentuated her breast,

The skirt clung halfway up her thigh,

She oozed confidence.



Was this really Jen,

The girl I do adore,

Dancing so provocatively,

In the middle of the floor.



The men soon flocked around her,

Like honey to a bee,

Would she go through with this,

Or would she quickly flee.



One man danced up close to her,

And quickly pulled her near,

She looked at me and I mouthed the words,

"Enjoy yourself, my dear"



A smile now on her face,

She danced up close and tight,

The thought going through her head,

"I can do whatever I want tonight"



As that thought ran through her mind,

The stranger grabbed her ass,

And pulled her close to him,

As they continued to dance.



She felt something poke her,

It was hard as a rock,

The only thing she was thinking was,

"That must be his cock"



Without any hesitation,

She grabbed it with her hand,

And as she felt it through his pants she thought,

"Wow, this is grand"



The only though in her mind now was,

"I must have some of this",

And without an invitation,

She moved in for a kiss.



My fantasy was coming true,

Right before my eyes,

Jen with a stranger,

My fantasy realised.



She led him to a quiet seat,

And straddled him right there,

As I moved for a better view,

To see how they would fare.



She pulled his cock from his pants,

And with a hungry glare,

She moved her mouth to his cock,

And started sucking him right there.



The stranger threw his head back,

On his face there was a smile,

He enjoyed what was happening,

But he'd enjoy it more in a while.



Jen moved her head up,

And moved her thong to the side,

And pushed his cock into her pussy,

She didn't miss a stride.



As she moved up and down,

There was a look of pleasure on her face,

Then she moved her lips to his,

For another passionate embrace.



It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen,

As I watched from the sides,

My sexpot Jen on a strangers cock,

Pure pleasure in her eyes.



As he grabbed her by the hips,

I knew that he was near,

To blowing his load deep inside,

The girl I hold so dear.



As she moved faster on his cock,

I thought I heard her moan,

I knew right there and then,

She was about to have an orgasm of her own.



Then it quickly happened,

He came with all his might,

And blew his load deep inside,

Her pussy that is so tight.



At that moment she came as well,

With a scream that filled the air,

She was so lost in the moment now,

She did not care who was there.



As she moved off his cock,

And sat down by his side,

She whispered something in his ear,

And he looked at her and smiled.



It was then I saw her hand,

Reach under her skirt,

She removed her thong from her legs,

Just like an expert.



She handed him the thong,

As a memento of their embrace,

He put it in his pocket,

And they went their separate ways.



Jen walked right over to me,

Her face still flushed and red,

"Take me home right now" she said,

"I want to fuck you in our bed"



I never will forget that night,

As a fantasy came true,

When Jen fucked a stranger,

And enjoyed it so much too.

10th Year Anniversary of 9/11

R.I.P to those who lost their lives.

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End of the Journey :D

Departure 

This is me, Sunday night around past 8 awaiting a flight back to Atlanta (^_^). New York was fun, I wish it lasted a little bit longer so I could have time to shop around and visit a couple of people. Maybe next time I'd come by myself and have all the fun. New York is likened to Lagos, Nigeria in case you didn't know that. The roads were in bad shape, bumps here and there...the subway -_- better wear a mask next time. The air there is stank and moist, not very good. There were also rats. The streets were dirty, both the major and minor roads...there were shops everywhere 79c, 89c, and even 99c stores. It was fun to watch. The houses were so together, there isn't much space in NY. I think that's why they have thousands of skyscrapers to support the people who live here. Well that's just about it. It was fun while it lasted. Atlanta is still home :D