Dear Diary

The title of my posts be looking like a John Grisham. The This, The That, change is needed.
I once met The Broker at The Firm and he told me about The King of Torts and The Last Juror. He also told me that The Runaway Jury lives in A Painted House.

Enough John Grisham banter.

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now playing SEX by Nickelback

Dear Diary
Today is another day. It is different from yesterday. It will determine tomorrow. You see, Diary I have been sad lately. I have been alone for a long time now. I am lonely. Did I tell you about my X and Y we broke up, it is a story I will not tell.
Today is supposed to be like every other day. Live through it like a bot. Mechanical. No direction, actually, one direction. Live through it with one purpose, go to class and back. Might not learn Jack, but I always get the note so I can always Jack (see what I did there Diary). I am talking to my self again. Soliloquizing. I reply my self. I am mad, I know.
I got to class. Wrote. Left the class. I saw her, her ass looking like a pregnant D. She should be called DuckAss. My legs died, comatose, they would not move. I stared at her. Her asset, the largest in 100 level. She has the ass but her face can make a guy’s member sad.
I am in my room now. Thinking about today. Knock. Who is there I asked. A female voice replied me. I let her in. “you were staring at my ass today” she accused me. I said “yes”. She pushed me inside and locked the door behind her. She is an assassin and is here to kill me. I stuttered “wh…wha…what can…what can I doooo…for you”. She was stripping. I just stared. My tongue failed me. I just stared. Lucky for me, the room was empty, no roomates. She walked over to me. Her face did not matter as I noticed her firm, small breasts. Her taut tummy. Then I noticed the triangle with the eye between her legs, shaved. I thought of the clause “if your left leg was christmas and your right leg new year, could I visit you during the holidays”. My phallus was peeping from behind the curtains of my boxers, the only clothing I had on. It was like it had a mind of it’s own. She removed it and I was naked, naked before a girl. Diary only my mum has seen me naked, when I was two. She worked on me and in no time, a creamy liquid flowed out from the rivers of my belly. She went down on her knees. It was like a sex master baiting my phallus to fill her hole. Mechanically, I knelt behind her. I rubbed my member on her arsehole. I went in slowly and gently. I moved rhythmically and made good music when she started making sounds. I never said a word throughout the ordeal. I felt a tightening around my waist as my back arched. She was shivering as I jerked for the last time. I saw liquid flowing down her laps as she spat from the lips between her legs. I was weak and I lay back.

A knock on my door shook me out of my reverie as my roomate said “Tife please get the door”. Shit. My boxers was soiled, so was my bedsheet. I was day dreaming again. Dear Diary that was what happened today.

DISCLAIMER: THE POST YOU JUST READ IS RATED 18. DO NOT READ AGAIN IF YOU ARE BELOW 18.

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you cannot find tissue to clean yourself. Remove your hand from the soft mound on your chest. Stop rubbing your phallus.

DIARY OF THE WILLY-WANKER

Should i introduce myself, no i think not. You all know who i am, even though i did not tweet the link at you, you all are still here reading my lies. This thoughts has been floating through the canal of my mind and there was a brain storm and then a flood and now you are about to drown in my thoughts…that’s porn alright, sorry pun.
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The wanker knows a lot about sex, He might be getting it and He might not be getting it. He reads a lot of novels that adds yeast to his essence. He watches a lot of jada fire action, that leaves his essence salivating and wanting more. He does not get what he wants. He has tried all he could to experience sex, but He’s not getting it.
Then one day as He was reading, He decides to stroke his essence and suddenly after constant stroking He feels his waist tighten and back arch as his essence spits out it’s content. Wow, so that is how it feels. He downloads videos and strokes his essence while watching them. He does it in the dark, under his duvet and inside the toilet. He does not want to get caught, but why should He hide what He loves doing. He just felt it was for the better. Then He started thinking of girls He wanted to have but He could not get, like the girl that turned him down, He was sure if He just had her once she will keep coming back. The girl that is his bestfriend, He just wants to know how it will feel with her. His big-chested friend, He just wanted to squeeze her melons and swallow her seed. That slender girl, He just wanted to know how shaken she is going to be, she looks so fragile and yet inviting. All these girls He could only think of and stroke his essence while the thoughts were on track in his mind before they derail. Even the celebrities He thinks of and the adults He wanted so bad, Like his mom’s friend, so tall and gifted. Like his teacher, very energetic. Like Brad’s wife, Like that Alba lady, Like that Cameron woman, Like the Foxxy lady. When will He get all these, soon his friends say and soon is when Jesus said He was coming and we are still waiting. The wanker waits and strokes, preparing himself for that day, He knows when he has reached the everest, what to do to stop, He could last a little over 5 minutes, but then when will He drill that hole for oil. He can not wait.
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Those are sincerely not my thoughts, JEREMY is a very stubborn fellow he likes to TARGERT the pretty ones. Close your mouth and stop stroking. Ciao

IT HAPPENS

*whistling and singing moment4life* heyyo watsup people whatz pumping and no i’m not drunk…something just happened in my head…make i share am with you
Hi, @CrazyShadyNerd here.
Just finished taking my bath,i’m dripping wet and ‘JUNIOR’ is still hard. I taught a cold bath would take the edge of,how wrong i was…then my BBPorsche rang (i dey day-dream ni o) suddenly,interrupting my thoughts…’hello,who is on the line’…’hi,itz sandra and i happen to be in your neighbourhood,can i drop by’…’sure,ofcourse,do come fast,be quick about it’ (damn konji na bastard) i checked my wallet gud the stuff is still there.
Knock,Knock…yes who’s there…ummm,itz sandra…oh sandra cum in the door is unlocked.
Bolu:Hey sandra how you doing
Sandra: i’m good and okay
Bolu: good good good…by the way i’m hungry…can you fix something for me
Sandra: sure,y u no call your gurlfriend.
Bolu: i dont have any
Sandra: i see (walks towards kitchen,hips swaying left and right)
Bolu: damn sandy if yu keep walking like that imma tear my boxers and wreck my denim jeans.
Sandra: oh,really (walks towards me,unbuttoning her shirt seductively)
Damn…girl i wont go easy on you…itz ohkay darling i know what i came for…O_O.
Sandra stripped me of my jeans and whipped my member outta my boxers,she started cleaning my Gun and waiting for me to go off…thanks to kama sutra i didnt fire my bullet early…she put my cock in her mouth after taking cold ice-cream…i shivered (damn,this witch) she sucked my dick like a lollipop…i moaned…she stopped. Then i picked her up…removed her skirt…i removed her bra while kissing her soft lips…i kissed her neck…i squeezed her boobs and pinched her nipples…this continued for a few minutes before i replaced my hands with my tongue…i licked her taut nipples and made them harder…sucked her boobs like a baby sucking on his moms breast…
I moved to her pussy…letting my tongue draw the nile river on her flat tummy…she was wet,very wet…i licked her *she moaned* i measured how deep her puna was with my tongue…then i put my finger in,working it in and out…her moans were becoming louder…she was clutching the chair like her life depended on it…i reached from my wallet and clothed my giant…she wanted me in her immediately…as i was about to plunge into her.

My phone rang and jolted me back to earth…aaaarrrrgggghhhh…i was day dreaming ni sha…mtschew.
dnt laugh o…datz what we sex-starved beings face…we start day-dreaming about it…well bye-bye i gotta wank 😉