Give it if you want it!

Whenever you look around,you seem to be confronted with the need for people to want more satisfaction between the sheets.The internet churns out steady information on how you can do this and how you can do that,you find advice on how to make her /him scream for more.I was (to be honest,am still one) a disciple of such deluge of info because I could be termed as a ‘sex stylist’ ,borrowing the words of Tom Hanks in his movie ‘Punch line’. From a young age, I have always been fascinated by the concept of erotica,sex or lovemaking and it might be due to this that I came to two (2) important conclusions,First every human is unique,therefore never expect the same sexual pleasure or response from two different people.Secondly,to derive maximum sexual pleasure you must be willing to give the same.

It would be a thankless task if I choose to dwell on our different nature as individuals but this fact needs to be explored  when it comes to sex because the sexual instinct in man is something primal.In a real sense,erotic pleasure can never be measured so never attempt to create a strict code for giving your partner pleasure.I have heard numerous stories where ‘killer move A didn’t work on C while it worked on B and D’ and have had some experiences where my sleek moves could get some ladies throwing their legs in the air and leaving others stone-faced. After such scenarios,I altered my game and I developed a concept and oh,its not rocket science or an original concept but I can share with you guys.When I get lucky and a lady is willing for me to explore her velvety groove,I tend to ‘Explore and Observe’, I take my time to go all over her body,starting from the head then go south or start at the feet and move north.This way,one gets to know what really gets her pulse running  or what makes her yearn for a newspaper.The key here is your focus and speed.At this point,you should know that the partner is all yours so your focus should be how to enjoy the pleasure of giving him/her pleasure but your speed should be in line with your observational skill.In other words,if you move too fast,there is no way you would observe yourself let alone your partner.So,just explore,take it slow and when you hit the would be sure to X-mark the spot.

This next factor for attaining that mind-blowing pleasure is often overlooked.Most people, especially the menfolk, tend to be more concerned about satisfying a urge rather than seeing sex as something that can be more enjoyable if your partner’s satisfaction is put into the equation.The bible,society,and almost all religions and ideologies place emphasis on the principle that you must give to receive,as the Latin phrase says ‘Quid pro quo’-something in return for something.It is hilarious when I hear a guy complaining that his girl doesn’t like giving him head,then I ask my usual question  ‘Do you give her head?’ and he goes ballistic saying how can he put his lips to THAT? (THAT being her vagina).I am an African and a Nigerian by birth but when it comes to sex,this part of the world seems to throw up some abnormalities.You want head yet you don’t want to return the favour? Get real guys! Nothing blows a person’s mind as the fact that you have a real interest in him/her and yes it is true we can not always have real interest in all our sex-mates but take the time and effort to show some interest in the other person.It has a multiplier effect for the following reasons. Such an interest in the person makes your partner more relaxed and receptive to your touches,bringing out those moans and groans which in turn gets your blood pumping.Also,it allows room for experimentation even if what you suggest hasn’t been tried by you guys before.For instance,I love going south on my partners and they all love it so I don’t ever really need to ask any lady to play my flute because she is just returning the favour or she knows same is in store for her.And lastly,especially in the case of ladies,such attention to her needs and pleasures allows her feelings for you to blossom.

So when next you have time for a roll in the hay, remember the words of J.F.Kennedy which I shall rephrase to read ”Don’t think what your partner can do for you..think what you can do for your partner..”



What shall I write?

As I sat at my desk,looking at my computer screen,experiencing my fair share of writer’s block.I was at a loss what to write on.Should I pen a new erotic tale or should I write an article airing my views or giving my followers some juicy tips? Various thoughts kept spinning in my head when I heard a faint knock at my door,I pushed back my chair and went to the door,pulled it open and saw her standing at my doorstep..Beatrice,a friend and a partial client (I was helping her build a blog/website to boost her theatre arts career),looking beautiful in a sleeveless silk gown,which stopped at her knees,with some delicate motifs which blended well with her skin..You see,the stunning thing about her is she is petite but breathtakingly beautiful.She had this angelic aura about her and she seemed to glide rather than walk.I ushered her in,as she gave reasons for not coming earlier,knowing fully well that she was the reason I hadn’t finished her blog because I needed her input on some certain things.
We worked on her blog for some time,exchanging ideas,finding ways to make it more catchy to the eye but making sure we do not defeat the essence of it,which is,showcasing her personality and flair to the world. After about two hours,we were done and I suggested some refreshment as I walked to my fridge,pulling out two bowls of vanilla ice-cream (she loves ice-cream) ,handing her a bowl as I sat and continued discussing,filling each other in about happenings over the past few weeks.After some more chit chat and the demise of more spoons of ice-cream,She said ‘man..I love the taste of ice-cream’, I laughed and replied ‘yea,I know you do..mmm but I know where I would enjoy the taste more’. She looked at me,  ‘And where might that be?’ she asked.I took her right hand and scooped up some ice-cream from my bowl and poured it into her palm before lowering my lips to lick it off her palm,tasting the ice-cream mixed with her taste.We are good friends and she knew I had a soft spot for her but we had never been intimate and i haven’t touched her in such a manner before.I paused to look into her eyes,to gauge her reaction.She was stunned in a pleasant way but she didn’t pull her hand away so I felt I hadn’t crossed a line or pissed her off.
Being bolder,I scooped some more and drew a creamy line from her wrist to that point where upper arm meets lower arm,the cold feel of the ice cream making her to shiver ever so slightly,making her more enchanting.Slowly,my tongue and lips began its ascent,licking,kissing,tasting and teasing their way up,the look in her eyes showing she was basking in the conflicting feeling of being hot and cold at the same time. By now I had worked my way up to her tongue leaving a trail of soft caressing kisses and licks as I went up.I stood behind her,at that point the spoon was more of an hindrance than help so I tossed it to the side,my fingers gently massaging her shoulders as I pushed the straps of her gown down after undoing the zip,to reveal skin so soft to the fingers continued working,easing out all the tension,making her comfortable bearing in mind this was uncharted territory.Moving my hands down to the centre of her back to unclasp her bra which I eased off her shoulder and as I peered over her shoulder,I came within sight of her glorious mounds,mango shaped,delicate yet firm in all its graceful beauty.My fingers itched to touch them while my tongue yearned for its taste.
I picked up the bowl and held it in the manner an artist would as I began to draw ice creamy lines with my fingers along her collarbone up to behind her ears before I bent low to lick up each line,sucking and tasting deep,hoping to get the taste of her supple skin mixed with the vanilla flavour. As my tongue worked its way up to her ears, she began to move and squirm,letting out soft moans which sound like the cheering of home supporters at a stadium,urging me on.My lips kissed her earlobes,nibbling ever so slightly, my tongue taking short flicks,teasing her till she reached up to hold my head in place.I kept enjoying the feeling till i had made all the cream disappear.I turned the chair now,having her facing in my direction,with this lazy look in her,wondering what’s next.She had the look of a goddess at this point,laid back in the chair,her gown gathered around her waist;her breasts,graceful beacons of perfection,eyes that were sexy yet had that irresistable pull of intelligence.I knelt in front of her,bowl in hand as I made delicious circles around and on her nipples,all over her breasts,my fingers caressing them as if I could mix her flesh and ice-cream to become one. Slowly I moved my head closer,my eyes focused on the knob-like nipple till my tongue brushed along one and she shivered with pleasure,letting out a soft lips covered the nipples slowly,sucking gently,savouring her taste,wondering which taste better because the taste of vanilla was only a faint memory now.Soon my tongue was licking all over her breasts,going this way and that but always coming back to rest on those succulent nipples,wanting more with each lick.I transferred my attention to the other one ,leaving a sensuous trail of butterfly kisses in-between her breasts as i moved.
We continued this exploration.I,wanting to discover every part of her with my tongue.She,willing to show me the way around.By this time,I had dropped the bowl of ice cream (it was no longer chilled anyway),my hands touching her body softly,caressing gently touches,as if afraid to do damage while my tongue and lips drew funny erotic patterns on her skin as i moved down from her breasts to her belly button,pausing to tickle her and run my tongue, all over her midriff, hoping to imprint her taste on my memory forever.She held me and said ‘Wait’ and at that time it seemed as if I would burst an artery.The look in my eyes made her burst into laughter as she pushed me back a bit and stood up, pushed the rest of her dress down under her feet and stepped out of it.As her hands went to her panties,I touched her hands and said ‘Allow me’.She smiled and removed her hands,My hands touched the waistline of her panties,pulling it down to reveal her  full glory:a slim waist that keeps bringing thoughts of Rihanna to mind,small but full hips ,complementing her upper body and in the centre, her passion groove covered with the slightest of fuzz. While I was still staring,she laughed and sat down and said ‘Where did we stop?’. Needing no more help,I knelt once again in front of her,my hands caressing her inner thighs,feeling her softness here and there,each touch followed by a kiss,a lick,a tease,slowly but with passion, I was drawn to that spot which radiate so much warmth.soon, I was running my tongue along her waistline,kissing her as if to assure myself of all this perfection.By now, her breathing was much faster,her legs spread wider,her back arching,pushing her fleshy slit towards my lips.My tongue brushed from the bottom to the top of her sweet groove,pausing at her clit to suckle on it ever so gently,filling my lips with her juices ,enjoying every taste of her. I pressed my tongue against her clit, stroking it, this way and that,in circles and pausing to flick  my tongue against it, sending her into that pleasurable state when nothing else matters.She pulled my face down against her pussy,soaking my lips with her sweet cum,gyrating her waist,searching for new pleasures.Through clenched teeth and in short gasping breaths,she blurted out, ‘By now,you should know what has to happen.’ I dropped my jeans and threw my top to the side,I pulled her up and sat on the chair,slipping on a condom before I held her firm waist as I straddled her over my thighs as I lowered her onto my dick,the wet warmth of her pussy soaking every inch of it as she let out soft cries and moans.She locked her arms around my shoulders,bringing me face to face with those heavenly breasts again.Slowly she began to ride me,twisting her hips in the most erotic manner, grinding against me, rubbing her breasts against my face as I took her hard nipples into my mouth, sucking them as if my oxygen supply was connected to them. She paused to arch her back, resting her hands on my knees as she began to grind her pelvic against mine, the sight of her, arched backwards, her breasts bouncing with each thrust,drove my passion to new heights as I moved up waist upwards to meet her thrusts,creating a rhythm with each passionate move.Soon,she was moving more faster,each grind more wanting as if she wanted of all me inside her .I obliged her by coming up to drive my little man as deep as was possible. We were locked in this erotic embrace,enjoying the pleasures each had to offer till her thrusts became uncontrollable and she screamed, her body going stiff as she climaxed,wrapping her arms around me again,burying her face in my neckline,breathing deeply.I hadn’t cum yet so I gently raised her to her feet and bent her over the chair,her hands on the seat of the chair.I slid into her from behind as she let out a soft sound,the hot but wet feel of her punani raised my passion by a notch as I began to pound into her,moving my hips,wanting my dick to feel all the soft crevices of her sensual groove.She looke behind her shoulder to flash a smile as she bounced her arse up and down to meet each push of mine,squeezing her vagina walls to lock my dick in that erotic hold known to only a few men.I felt my juices rising as I kept going in and out,round and round till I thought my whole being was flowing into my balls.My pounding became more frantic while her screams and gyrating became more passionate till I spurted my cum,letting out a loud groan,my brain going blank for a few seconds,only nudged back by her screams as she shivered,arched her back and pushed her pussy against me,as if to squeeze every drop of semen out of me.As I slipped out of her,she bent down to pick up her clothes and said ‘I need to use your bathroom’.I pointed her in the right direction as I pause to savor the aftermath of such an experience when I was brought back to reality by a loud knocking at my door.I shook my head and yes,I was still seated at my desk.clearly my imagination has been on overdrive.As I laughed at myself and moved to door,I pulled it open and funny enough,She was standing at my door,the source of my imaginations.I invited her in.As we walked to the sitting room,I smiled and said to myself . ‘Maybe dreams do come true after all’.

Where’s the restroom?

As we drove into the PTI conference centre,Effurun-Warri,the sound of the music blaring from loud speakers filtered into the car through the rolled up panes,my eyes roved ,looking for where to park ,pausing to steal a look at the lady sitting beside me in the car.My eyes look at her well sculptured face,highlighted by those sexy eyes,soften by her pout lips, her slim neck down to her full cleavage accentuated by a body fitting silk evening gown which rode up her hips to reveal soft creamy thighs that ended with perfectly shaped legs.I smiled to myself,she was what Tu baba would called an African queen,a Nubian princess.
I managed to find a spot to slot my car in, we got down and walked towards the direction of the music,the party seem to be in full swing now,a friend of mine was celebrating his birthday and extended an invite to me which I gladly honoured coupled with the fact that I had her as company, watching her walk alone,filled me with pride because few ladies at the party could match her beauty and poise.We were ushered to seats and refreshments came at a fast rate.Drinks and barbecued fish and meat were placed in front of us as if it was the Last supper and we weren’t going to get any more food in this life.
The party continued at this rate till the DJ played Davido’s hit track ‘Skelewu’,and boy oh boy,the groove climbed another notch.Everyone jumped out of their seats,shouting and gyrating to the beat.My companion looked at me,smiled and asked if I brought my dancing shoes, I needed no second invitation.We left our seats and we began to move in tune with the song,showing each other our dance moves, soon we were feeling each other up,enjoying the feel of each other’s body.
The DJ must be clairvoyant because he suddenly switched to a slow jam,affording us the opportunity to get more closer .We were more interested in each other than the party,maybe the liquor was settling in.She suddenly looked at me and said ‘I want you’, I replied that I want her more but when we get home.She shook her head and said now..she reached lower and felt my shaft..I looked around and took her by the hand and lead her away from the crowd,scanning for somewhere secluded.My mind thought of going to the car but it was parked far that instance,my eye caught the restroom,it seemed scanty and I pulled her in that direction.As we moved towards the restroom,my mind tried to remember the conditions of the restrooms and I breathed a sigh of relief as the image of the constant neatness came to my mind.By now.we were walking in and after a quick glance around,we went into one of the men’s restroom and locked the door and turned on a tap to mask the sounds I know we will make.
Without wasting more time,we locked our lips,kissing passionately,tasting each others lips while our hands grope all over each other.My fingers reached down to run along her thighs,feeling its softness,as I work my way back up ,pulling her dress up to reveal her sexy thighs which spread out to form a pair of glorious hips,scantily wrapped in G-strings.My other hand fondled her breasts as she moaned and unbuckled my belt,reaching down to fish out my already hard dick which she started to stroke with passion causing my blood to rush more faster.Knowing that we didn’t have all the time in the world,my fingers slid in between her legs to feel her honey-spot and were soaked and moisten with her juices as I ran them along the lips of her pussy,pausing to squeeze on her clit.sexywoman
I turned her around,placing her hands on the wash basin,leaning her forward slightly as I dropped my trousers and boxers ,pulling her undies to one side,I slid in,enjoying the moist sweetness,oblivious to the sounds and murmuring outside.I start to thrust,moving my waist from side to side,my hands on her hips as she gyrated her waist to welcome every thrust,turning her head to look at me.As I slammed my dick into her,she leaned forward more,pushing her ass into me,bouncing and enjoying herself,soon I was going in faster and faster,my entry getting more slick as her juices flowed and soaked my this point she bent down to hold her feet to give me more access and the mere sight of her soft and large ass suspended in the air was enough motivation for me to deepen my thrusts,tighten my grip on her waist as we moved together,moaning and groaning ,her juices flowing more till I felt my cum rising and then I went stiff as I pumped my cum into her ,enjoying every final thrust as we climaxed together,our moans covered only by the running water.
After we cleaned ourselves and dressed up,I looked across at my wife and asked ‘Shall we?’ and she replied,’After you’ as we walked out to meet questioning gazes around us,which we simply ignored as we strolled back to our table.

Lets talk about ‘Sex’

The Aimagesmerican hip hop trio of the 90’s called Salt n Pepper released a track called ‘let’s talk about sex’ which sold a lot,the opening lines of the chorus gives a pointer to where this article is heading.For those who remember..’lets talk about sex baby,lets talk about you and me..lets talk about all the good things and the bad things that may be..lets talk about sex!!!’

I was chatting with a friend some days back and I referred her to my blog ,which she visited and when I ask for her views on it,she replied that she didn’t care for its content,I was forced to ask her why and she said it didn’t seem right for one to be discussing or writing about sex,that such a person may be regarded as a pervert.I duly explained to her my views on talking about sex and made her understand that nothing offensive or inhuman will be found on my blog. Such view prompted me to express myself the only way I can (through written words).

We live in a world where sex is used to sell everything from toothpicks to cars. Yet fear and silence around sex and sexuality also permeate our culture to the extent that we can’t even express normal sexual feelings. Its a shame that teens and youths are paying a high cost for this silence in unintended pregnancy, STDs, and even HIV. And globally, taxpayers are paying billions to treat these entirely preventable problems.

Sexuality is seen everywhere we turn.Infact,the word which has the fastest attention grabbing rate is undoubtedly SEX so why the silence when we should be free to talk about it in a healthy way.In humans ,the three most innate instincts remain survival,feeding and sex yet the human race due to a notion of propriety and morals have shielded its teens and the society at large from discussing what should be discussed more, for better understanding and the removal of the mystique surrounding the topic.

Parents the world over, hardly talk about sex to their children,and even if they do,its like instilling a vow of abstinence on the kids.The rate at which society progresses technologically has made some methods that used to work become obsolete.The internet has ushered in new ways and the best way to keep our children safe and responsible is by educating them whenever the opportunity arises.The power of peer pressure should never be underestimated.A child is most likely to discuss sex and sexuality with his/her peers if it seems that such an audience will be not be given at home or regarded as a taboo but such a situation will be like the case of a blind man leading another which we all know won’t end well.

For adults who truly don’t know  that they should be talking openly and factually with young people about sex and sexuality or don’t know how important that is,now is the time to have a new mindset and approach.I know,I know,its not going to be easy to just walk up to someone and start such discussions but we all know that topics tend to delve  into such areas,so with a bit of decorum,sex related matters can be brought up.Ironically,even adults find it difficult to hold conversation once the issue sex is brought up which is not surprising because most of us have been brainwashed from infancy that sex or even the discussion about is a taboo.This lack of expression has lead to failed marriages because we have couples who tend to drift apart due to inactivity in their sex life and the inability to discuss the subject freely with their spouse leads to a loss of that important emotionally connection.In Africa,we have scenarios where a lady is perceived as loose because she isn’t shy to talk about sex or her sexuality,which is wrong.Yes,that was the norm in the years past but right now,each and everyone should be free to express his/her sexuality via words at least,as long as it doesn’t affect the morals of others or view as offensive for the African adage says ‘what someone knows doesn’t kill him’


This issue is one that will always be debated and discussed but I must point out at least that sex/sexual topics  isn’t going anywhere so its best we equip ourselves with as much knowledge possible to deal with the new sex vogue,after all,it is said one shouldn’t go to war with a leaking ship.

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