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EROTIC DIARIES (KAMA SUTRA)

Published July 29, 2012 by mandi2ude

My Name is Chimamanda and I am married to the love of my life Obi, we have been married for the past two years and I feel like we are in a marital rut. I don’t think obi feels that way though, he is the best man any woman could ever ask for, he respects me a lot and I guess it comes from the fact that he married me a virgin.

I think it’s safe to call me a sexual stiff cos apart from the occasional missionary style, I don’t participate in any kind of sexual exploit, I think they are way too expressive for me ,maybe it’s because of my sexual orientation. You see the principal of my secondary school, a reverend sister used to tell us then that if a man touches you, you would get pregnant and she didn’t go further to explain to us. Well back to me and obi.

Lately, I feel the passion in our marriage seeping away, for chrissakes we have been married for just two years and it sucks. Obi is a corporate high-flyer and he is a very romantic man at heart,I clearly remember our wedding night, how he took off my clothes and kissed me gently, it was all so romantic, he treated me like if I were a porcelain doll, a china glass that shouldn’t be allowed to touch the floor, he taught me everything I know about lovemaking, my body was his muse and he would have taught me more if I had allowed him. I remember what he wanted to do to me that night, he spread my legs apart and all of a sudden, his head disappeared into my laps, I blush to think about it but I wouldn’t let him go on even if it kinda felt too good to be true.

I need desperate help, I know I am a good wife, I have fed him physically, now I have to do it emotionally, I am pulling out the big guns. I must tie Obi to me again, I want him to fantasize about me while he is at work, I want him to rush home before 6:00 pm, I want him to skip dinner and have me for it rather and later we can nibble on something light after all we have the house to ourselves. I am going to do it, I swear it.

I am going to see my very outspoken and sexually oriented friend Nnenna, her hubby Julian can’t keep his hands off her and they already have three kids so she must be feeding him something that I know nothing about. I want her secret recipe and she has promised to give it to me but she warned me, “mandie you have to keep your mind open”. I am going with an open mind and so should you. The next time you hear from me, I will be armed with the BIBLE.

READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED AS MATERIAL CONTAINS HIGH END TOXIC WORDINGS…

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EROTIC DIARIES…

Published July 29, 2012 by mandi2ude

I have been thinking for a while now, I just want to diversify my style of writing to something else. So I owe this piece of writing to my alter ego who has a very creative mind which seems to be run wild every other minute. Did I mention dirty too.*winks*
Erotic Diaries or better still the bible contains the most intimate sexual escapades of a former runs girl. The bible is handed down to Amanda who is experiencing sexual stiffness in her marriage. Amanda is in a rut and she needs to revitalize her marriage and the bible comes at a very opportune moment.
Readers discretion is advised as these write up will contain toxic materials, positive outcomes and comments only, if you can’t stand the heat please I advise that you don’t even open the link. Thank you , I urge you to sit back, relax and read the sexual escapades of Amanda and her husband.

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THE ACCIDENTAL BOOBS GRAZE.

Published July 21, 2012 by mandi2ude

I am not an addictive blogger, I always trace my way back to my word press when I have something bothering me or I have an issue to address. I have an issue to address today that’s why I am writing.
So you all know how people say men are always trying to go back to where they came from, well now I am a believer. Men will try every means to get a gal laid, different tactics and techniques come into play and they always feel they are on top of their game.
Being a full figured girl is not an easy task cos them boys are tryna get all up in your grill. The one that sets me off is the pranks they pull just to get a boob graze. I went to ECO bank and I was standing in line, the bank was crowded, the AC wasn’t functioning properly and it was littered with human beings. So I was standing in line , quietly waiting my turn when a guy walks up to me, he wants to get a deposit slip and he keeps on grazing my boobs all in an attempt to get the slip. He does it the first time, I keep a straight face and he does it the second and third time, I angrily snatch his hands away, throw the deposit slip at him. He doesn’t get angry rather he smiles and I look at him like you are just being a kid.
I was still in a daze from his stupidity and lack of scruples when the dude standing directly in front of me starts his own, he keeps on pushing back so that I will think that the line is congested and he has to fall back, but I was sharper than him. Before he could push himself back, I pushed him so hard he would have lost all his teeth on that granite counter, he looked at me and said “Sister You Harsh Oooo” I was like, if I were your sister woulD you be trying to get at my goods? Men sha. I have had all these experiences but yet I still believe and see good in people. Yesterday, my mom sent me on an eRrand; to the market to be precise so I picked a bike and I climbed on, as we continued I noticed that the bike man would go on for a while and rest back on me and I got the feeling that maybe he wasn’t sitting well or rather I wasn’t sitting well. Like if that wasn’t enough, he deliberately fell into every gallop until I caught up his game. I just told him,”Oga slow down” which he did and I said to him, pls drop me. He did so and zoomed off immediately.
When I got home, I connected all the dots and I asked myself, to what extent will men go just to get to the promise land…..

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TRIBUTE TO MY FATHER

Published July 3, 2012 by mandi2ude

At exactly 10.00 am these morning, I became fatherless. My father OZO Chief Cosmas Anadobi died and left us in these world.
I guess he just got tired of everything, fighting an illness and having to depend on people for support is not funny. People keep telling me to take heart, God knows best, God cannot give you a problem that he knows you can’t carry.
Am sitting in my father’s room, on his fave chair, I am looking at his shoes, his hanged clothes, his bible by his bedside, his phone, his documents and I get the feeling that he travelled, he will soon be back and tell me to leave his room as usual. Am having a hard time explaining to my junior brother who just came back from school. Am telling him to be a man and at the same time, I am crying so hard. What happened to my dreams of someday making enough money, relocate my parents to any where they want, my father blessing me on my traditional wedding day, him walking me down the aisle to meet my husband, him naming my first son or daughter and discussing with my husband on different issues. My father was supposed to gist my kids about the biafran war just like he did me.
My father was the central pillar in my house and I am in so much pain, it feels like a dream and I wanna wake up. But I feel happy, I spent his last days with him, I can’t trade that with anyone. He loves peace and he gives no matter how much you hurt him, he never believed in hitting a child and I had a fulfilled childhood with him. We now have to be a husband to my mother and protect his legacy.
ADIEU Daddy, till we meet to part no more and if it is possible, if you can hear me, see my heart then I ask you to visit me again. Visit me as a baby and let me nurture you like a mother.