MY FIRST TIME IN THESE

As a child, I really did enjoy my freedom….so much so that I’d love to play in the rain, run loose in my nakedness…but no. I didn’t enjoy that for too long.

Sheesh!!! Me and my civilized parents!

Well down the line, things started changing. I was introduced to pants (briefs):) ... i started to think it was cool then I began having favourite colours of them….red….blue….green. then came the patterned designs. This was forcefully introduced into my life (the things kids go through…hardly ever have a say in their personal affairs). I must confess, I did have a few types of underwear I hated terribly, the white ones I wore. I dreaded them. So anytime “white underwear day” I always came home from school without them
(I bet you are curious where and when I had the time to take em off :) ).

Truth is there came a time I really loved to flaunt my underwear. This was when I had my favourite superheroes plastered on em. From superman to ninja turtles to batman….it was endless. Loved it so much so that boys used to compare their underwear to see who had the “kick ass” superhero of the day.

For some reason, a time came and pants were phased out of my life and boxer shorts were introduced to me…i’ve pretty much worn boxer shorts for well over 13years of my life. It became indoor clothing for me :D. I thoroughly enjoyed the boxer short era so much so that I even had to put up a question on facebook :) “boxers or briefs?” . I got the desired responses to the question…. At this, I’m saying men should give up the idea of briefs. Well at least I thought so until Sunday evening.

Friday (15^th of Feb.) afternoon came around and my brother had less than 24hours to come into the country. So I text him at first then “hey man what’s up? Hoping it’s not too late to throw in a last minute request? Pls get me some sets of boxer shorts and……” .

An hour later he called me to tell me I was indeed late. “I’m already at the airport” he said…”sorry”. Damn! I thought to myself as my emotions came crashing. “no new boxer shorts for me.” That was all I had in my head through Saturday and on Sunday afternoon as I was on my way home.

Arriving my destination (not home yet) I went and did the first bit of the stuff I came home for…. Met up with my brother in the hospital (to visit someone most dear to me). On leaving the hospital, we (he, I and my sis) caught up on things. Getting home, I see the his suitcase in the room…this and that over the place. Then he says “these are for you, I got them before you asked me for the boxer shorts”. I thought to myself…”did this dude buy me briefs?” cos that was the first thing I was able to make out from reading the pack. “sigh” they weren’t briefs….. They were the the things I thought weirdest.

They were boxer briefs…. He said to me “they are a lot better than bpxer shorts for me…more absorbent n all”…..

Well…I tried em out…I loved it…particularly the em bulge in the front and back:D… really comfortable though. Ladies you might want to recommend em for your men. Say you wanna get turned on easily ;)…

Anyways, the first I wore was red…a friend of mine said “you look fantastic tooch! Run around without your jeans”…lol

That’s about it for me now….i’ve found something new and they are my first ever.

I love em… Do you?

Dude, Where’s my flame?

My flames gone.

Consider.

Last year I was on fire.

I met a girl at some point in July.

Really stunning bomb. Lovely eyes. Fantastic legs. Her list of perfection was so long it would fill up an entire Cosmo magazine. She was a challenge.

So I walked up to her.

Said hi.

She said hi back.

We kissed 2 weeks later. And I’m not talking the Arabian kind.

I’m talking kissing as in French. Paris.

Me developing an Eiffel tower.

See?

2 weeks

Fire.

In August I met another chick. Lovely girl. Fantastic eyes. She might not have been as fantastic as Miss July but she was close. Close to a Cosmo mag edition. Now that’s hot isn’t it? Miss July had left me. Seems Miss July had a boyfriend. Some guy who lived in America and was due to return. I had to take a hike. We had kissed. Maybe more. Stop wondering.

So Miss July had left for true love. Sad but inevitable.

The rules of Rock paper scissors.

I’m hot and all, but love beats fire.

Miss July was gone. I was without a kiss mate. It was inevitable that I had to find someone else. SO come August I stopped feeling kinda sorry for myself and kinda got to work.

I went to the palms. I have a friend who told me that everything is sold at the palms. Even wives and girlfriends. He wasn’t wrong. The palms is a great pick up spot. It’s got al the essentials for romance. You meet a girl. You walk into a bar. Buy her a drink. Take her upstairs watch a movie. 2 movies after you hit the jewel store and buy her a diamond ring. You walk in single and you walk out engaged.

Thank you for shopping. Please come back again.

The advertising power of a face book community without the associated delay.

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Palms.

So I met Miss August at the palms.

Believe the Hype.

I was standing upstairs at the cinema lounge trying to decide between re-watching Die hard 4 or finally watching the latest Harry Porter installment.

I was staring thoughtfully at the stairs and then she walked up. I’ve told this story a hundred times but no one believes me. What’s the greatest single movie moment in James Bond’s Die another day?

Did you say the end credits?

Well... yes…. possibly.

But other than that what might be the next?

I’ll tell you.

Halle Berry walking up the stairs from the beach clad in that bikini. DO you remember the scene? The hips. The sway. The way time seemed to pause with each swing from side to side.

Does anyone remember that scene?

Can anyone possibly forget?

I hear God watched the scene and whispered to himself

“Damn it. I’m good.”

Just rumor.

Well...

Miss August knocked the scene out of my head.

Hold the bat, hit the ball, it’s a home run.

She cleared the scene right out of my head.

Halle Berry’s walk was good but Miss August’s version?

I had a mini orgasm on the spot.

She gave me a look as she topped the stairs. Her lip gloss begged to be smudged.

I gave a quirky smile. And walked over.

I was nervous mind you. My hands where all jittery. I tried clenching but that didn’t work so I just stuck em in my pocket. Fortunately I was wearing a pair of jeans so they didn’t look like I had chickens hidden in them.

I wish I had a drink.

Martini. Shaken not stirred.

Nice one Bond.

I was nervous. But I dug in and played my cards

Took me one minute and I had her number.

One minute,

Fire.

That was me.

The rest of the year went on like that.

Almost every week I met some gorgeous chick

Everything I said was funny.

Everything I did was cool. I was like Africans version of Casanova. Mr. Cool.

Dbanj’s mentor. A better looking Don Jazzy.

Way better!

I was on fire.

My friends just didn’t understand it. What’s your secret? They asked me.

I just smiled, laughed and asked that I be not disturbed till the next morning,

I wish I had told them back then because whatever the secret was, I need it now.

You see my fire’s gone.

Gone. Gone. Gone.

All off a sudden I woke up to realize that I don’t have any chick to call when I’m lonely.

And it’s not from want of trying.

It’s like my fairy godmother went for some seminar in Iraq and got shot.

My MOjo’s all gone.

I tried to chat up a chick yesterday.
She wasn’t even that good looking. Nothing like Miss Cosmopolitan. She barely managed to qualify for a sun girl.

But I was testing my powers. I wanted to see if I still had it.

You’re reading my post. You’ve seen the title. I don’t have to spell it out do I?

Because… I don’t have it.

She turned me down. Not badly mind you. She laughed. Said how cute I was. Ignored all my advances and walked away.

Me?

Mr. Fire?

She walked away.

Is it a valentine thing or what?

SO now it’s been 2 months without a girl.

I can’t figure out what the hell’s going on.

And I ask you.

“Dude, Where’s my flame?”

LOVE

Whenever the month of February comes up there are three things in the air.
The shock that the first month of the year is gone and with it the novelty of the New Year. Once again time has rudely reminded us that it waits for no man. It’s all well and good if we want to celebrate New Year forever but as far as it’s concerned. New Year ended one second after midnight on the first.
The sad realization that we have broken almost all of our New Year resolution and accomplished virtually none our goals.
Valentine. And with it the spirit of love.

Okay.
It’s obvious given the above choices which of the three I am going to talk about. We never really get to talk enough about it anyway.
Yes I am talking about love.
The warm cuddly feeling you get in the pits of your stomach when you meet the right person.
Does anyone know what I’m talking about?
You do?
Well that’s good because I wouldn’t mind someone explaining it all to me.
Thing is. I don’t think I’ve ever been in love.
Really!

Oh sure. I’ve had girlfriends—Well, just two girlfriends—But looking back at them I have come to question more and more the sincerity of our relationship’s claim to love. Was I really in love? Was my lack of love a reflection of my cold heartedness or was the issue really the question of love’s credibility.
Is there really anything known as love?
Does love exist?

We watch movies and see instances of acclaimed love. We’ve all watched Titanic. Can we forget Leonardo’s claim to love. His act of unselfish kindness where he surrenders his board—his only source of survival in the middle of the Atlantic ocean---to a girl who he has only met for 24 hours.
We all know the story. He ended up dying because of his act. He froze in the Atlantic while Rose, saved from the unforgiving chills of the ocean, lived to watch his plummet into the shadowy depth of the Ocean. The movie soared up the box office charts and in the hearts of female.
Every girl I know cried when she spoke of the movie.
To all that was love symbolized.
Which brings to fore The question?
Was it?

With barely 2 weeks to go before valentine (yes I said it) I have come to hope that maybe this year I will finally come to experience my first valentine. I have never had a valentine.
Odd I suppose but true.
Every year I have sought to find and experience the feeling that all have mentioned. The feeling of rightness with a female.
And vice versa.
But it is yet to happen.
With my growing failure list I have become increasingly skeptical about the existence of love.
Does it exist?....
What is love actually?
It is a question I will continually ask till I have experienced it. But for now I leave you this little inside into my definition of love…It is a creation of our mind, an imagination and fantasy we sort so hard to experience and create the feelings we acclaim as such because our minds grasping so desperately for this…love…creates it in other to appease itself and us as well. Yes…I think that definition will stand for now…well until I have found what I am looking for.

Have a lovely month of love everyone.

A friend and I were having a talk.

It’s a certain rule in life that if you have a community with both men and women and give them enough time ,romance will blossom.
It’s an accepted fact in Universities. In our day to day life. And also, as I have come to realize lately, in Blogsville.
I’m probably a bit naïve. When I started blogging I had midst my expectations, an outlet for my depression. A site for laughing at my day’s silliness. A spot wherein I could read about other peoples daily life. Their nuances and highs. I went to blogsville for hope. Romance was not on the list.
In retrospect I should have seen it coming. What better avenue for the sprouting of Romance can one hope to find than one where a persons innermost thoughts and fears are shared.
Romance must occur.
And it did.
Not to me. Not yet.
Smile.

It happened to two people who have become very good friends of mine.
Fellow bloggers.
The male I shall call Banjo. and the female I shall call Badjer.
Are we ready?
Here’s the story.

Banjo met Badjer over our lovely network called blogspot. It started slow. Each read the others posts and left comments for the other. After a couple of post they came to realize that they shared more than a liking for the site. They shared a similarity in ideas, values and tastes. A couple more days and one of them mustered the courage to take the relationship out of the land of animosity into that of email addresses,numbers and voices. Phone numbers where exchanges. Calls where made. And Cupid sat back and patted himself well done for another good days work.

I watched happy as the relationship took off. They spent days calling each other. I would go visit Banjo in his apartment and meet him on the phone. I’d seat next to him and watch all three installments of the Lord of the Ring trilogy. After the final scene I would turn to look at him and there he would be. Still smiling and chatting happily at Badjer.
It was love.
Trust me.

For two weeks I watched enviously as their love grew. It got annoying when Banjo wouldn’t stop talking about her.
Badjer just called.
Do you think Badjer would like me to wear this shirt?
I’m wondering what Badjer is doing right now?
Is it wrong for me to call her back? I just spoke to her 5 minutes ago?
The lingo of a man smittened with a female.

It was lovely.
And I think I ruined it.

You see eventually I got to chat with Badjer. I was Banjo’s good friend. We were both bloggers. The odds of me talking to Badjer where high.
So we got talking. She was a lovely lady. I could see why Banjo was as smitten with her as he was. She was so graceful on the phone. She had a lovely voice. Her words painted visions of heaven and roses and chocolates and Playstation 3.
It was promise of heaven.
Banjo was a lucky guy.
And I think I ruined it.

You see, I gave her my facebook address. Nothing to it. Just an innocent act of friendship. It changed everything. Thanks to the genius developers of Spacebook she was able to visit the page of Banjo. She went there and flipped.
Thing is Banjo is a very social person. Very. He had over 120 friends. Not bad.. The Dali lama has 130. Anyways… the catch was 118 of them where female.
I suppose given the nature of their meeting she thought that maybe she was just one of the many girls that he was spouting words of love too.
She was in doubt she was worried. So she did what she thought was best.
She called him and asked for his password.
Password to his email and Spacebook accounts.

Banjo was confused. He had no idea why she wanted his passwords. He was also wary. Why did she want his passwords? He decided to meet her half way. He gave her his face book password but firmly refused to divulge his e-mail.


They had a big fight over it.
She yelled about him not trusting her.
He yelled about her not trusting him.
Cupid was somewhere in Iraq during all this.
Anyway, as is bound to happen, things where said out in anger and all of a sudden the perfect relationship seems at an early end.
And it’s my entire fault.

See. I feel guilty, if I hadn’t given her my face book address she wouldn’t have gone to his page. If she hadn’t visited his page she wouldn’t have seen things that would have fanned the flames of her doubts.
If she hadn’t doubted him then they wouldn’t have had the fight.
Sigh.
I’m guilty. Guilty. Guilty.
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What shouild i tell him? Is he really guilty?
Morally right?

A STORY ABOUT SOMETHING

This is for everyone that’s curious about a line from my last post (10 things I ………)

As a much younger Toochi, I had a lot of admirers. Mainly older women. I’m referring to when I was 10years of age. I really never figured it out but that’s the way it was (and still is).

A certain girl (back then) was curious about how I lived my life and developed a rather intense (sexual) interest in me. What did I know back then? I hadn’t even seen any porn movie so it was rather strange. All I was used to was playing “daddy and mommy”. I loved that though it took some getting used to.

Between my sister and I, there’s an age gap of 5years. The girl in question is 2 years or 3 older than my sister. That’s about 8years older than me. I was her younger brother’s friend. We went to the same primary school (Fountain). I’m guessing I made her eager to see me naked :). Anyways, we always had a good conversation each time we met. (Surprised? Some 10year olds are smart).

After school, her brother had extra lessons till about 5pm. One day, she asked that I come after school. Naïve as I was, I did. Got to hers and I got a really warm and long hug ( I smiled). We talked for a few minutes and then she brought out a sheet of paper. It had 5 things listed (peck, kiss, deep kiss, oral sex, sex). Her words to me were “don’t be alarmed. I love you very much”. That seemed to calm me but I was still a little confused. We went through the list 2 per day. On the day we deep kissed, oral sex came with it.

This was the first naked chick I had seen. She had FULL breasts and a butt to complement it. For some reason unknown to me (back then), I started having an erection :). (I’ve always had a full dick. That made her happy). When we deep kissed, I was loosing my mind. All that went through my head was “eeeew! Why the hell is she spitting in my mouth?” :). I adjusted though…. Because I liked when my tongue was tickled by hers and when she sucked my lips and all that (by the way, I’m REALLY ticklish.). I wasn’t done with getting used to that before she dropped the BOMB on me. She said “I want you to eat my pussy” (I felt that was a really cool word for it). So I started…..licking, sucking, nibbling 9 it tasted salty but I was cool with it) until she started moaning, breathing hard then shaking (in order). I was so fucking scared. Thought she was convulsing so I jumped up and started running to the door (butt naked, clothes in my hands). (Don’t laugh!) : )

She came after me but was laughing….i thought she was insane for spooking me that way (little did I know it was only normal). She got me to sit then she pulled my pants off. She sucked me good (now that I think about it) :). We would have done the fifth on the list but for the knock at the door. It was her kid brother. My friend. Anyways, I was eager to go back for more the next day. We went through all she had tutored me on the previous day. NOW! The finale. I was already hard and then she slid my duda in and she moaned. I thought to myself “where did it go?” :). I experienced a nice, warm, moist then wet feeling in there. I loved it! She went through the same shaking breathing hard moaning phase as the day before. Only this time she grabbed me (I was scared) but this was so I wouldn’t run and leave her hanging :). She whispered in my ears “go faster and harder”. I thought I was going to die (of suffocation and fear). She loosened her grip after a minute or so.

Don’t ask me about my orgasm because that came 2years after and I thought it was the most painful thing. I thought my dick was going to blow to smithereens! Instead, something else exploded from it :).

My words afterwards? “SUPER COOL!” :)

You might be wondering what happened after 94’. Well, we moved to a far away place. I must tell you though. I enjoyed EVERYTHING!

That’s how I lost my virginity at age 10. This should be the heading. Anyways.

10 THINGS I FIND WEIRDEST ABOUT ME

Hi everyone..it’s ben a while I posted anything. While I was away, I came across a certain “lady” and she suggested this topic may be a good come back one. I’m yet to agree:)

Nonetheless, I’m still undecided as to whether or not I’ll post this when I’m done.

As you may already be able to tell that I find it difficult to make up my mind and so says some “soul” about Librans.

I lost my virginity when I was 10 ;) (that explains a great deal no? to me though.)

Almost anytime I think of dating, right there in the back of my head, I’m thinking “tie the knot?”

I’ve dated 3 girls ……… (not concurrently:) )

I watch porn….it doesn’t end there. I’ve developed a photographic memory for a purpose (I’ll leave you guessing now)

I’m in the habit of keeping biscuit or sweet wrappers in my pocket (this is just so I do not litter….but I forget to drop any of the wrappers when come across a bin so I end up taking them home with me:) )

I trim my eyebrows (when I feel the need….this is just about ever so often :) )

I cut my hair every three days (I’m hairy all over….but it’s moderate in the places I consider private…and that’s because I make it moderate. By shaving too)

Lately I’ve been having breakfast….and then brushing my teeth afterwards? (uhm…still wanna kiss?:) )

Finally!! I’m big on masturbation (this is a complement of one of the lines above :) )

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Now I honestly do hope you have found this interesting…. Because I posted this for the last reason in particular :)

How weird is that?

A Girl and 2 Guys

Once upon s time in different parts of the country, there lived diverse people. No relation at all. Never thought they’d meet. But as “Destiny” would have it.

My story begins!

Girl.

Name: Aa

Age: Of age.

Location: I’d be dead f I told you.

This girl Aa, lovely person, vibrant, fun filled, outgoing, has loads of issues. Overall, a great person and Ti’s best friend.

Aa had lived in Mo (now that the location’s been disclosed, I’ll be looking over my shoulderJ) for a while now. Vibrant as she was (is) her presence commands friendly conversation….the years went by and Aa grew older (duh obviously). Anyways….a lot had gone on in her life. I’ll give all the events a miss just so I get to the part I consider interesting PRONTO! .....and the year 2020 came and o she met Ti

Guy #1.

Name: Ti

Age: J

Location: same same,

Ti, some kind hearted chap. Fun loving, reserved, funny, reserved, overly shy at first, has his issues, everyone’s friend, funny (when he chooses to be). Overall, a lover man

Ti….young and avid….resided in Mo half his life. Not very outgoing this chap. Fun but overly shy at first. Had (has) a lot from the ladies as always. He was (is) the sort. Friends thought (think) of him as the ladies man. Not so (he thinks to himself).though he’s love to be I n the company of the opposite sex. Life was (is) good for Ti…..year 2020 comes and he meets…..

Guy #2

Name: Oe

Age: ??

Location: MEND

Oe, sarcastic chump, fun loving, reserved, funny, shy sometimes. Overall, a good person and Ti’s buddy.

Oe….well, I know absolutely nothing about his life earlier than 2024.

And so it begins…………..

Aa and Ti met through a common friend…just as with the other girls he’d met, it was easy for him to relate. Aa admired (admires) quite some about Ti….the years went on and they end upi as best buddies. Anyone that saw em together always thought “they are dating….if not, should be…or must have had something”. Whenever the issue came, it was laughed off by either of em. They were (are) great friends, loved(love) each other and nothing could(can) change.

2024 came…this was when Ti decided he had to get a degree….after due process, he ends up in the F University of blah blah J. This is where he meets Oe. They became friends by introduction. And man! Was Ti grateful he met a friend such as he in the “Dead Zone” uni.

As the session went by, Ti talked a lot about his best buddy………..the session comes to an end and Ti suggests Oe should visit Mo to meet his folks and friend………..and then Oe and Ti go on with the plan and both end up in Mo. He enjoyed his stay. Naturally!! He had met Aa she liked Ti’s friend.

2 sessions and a half go by and it’s time for Ti to be an intern. Prior to this moment, Ti had pleaded with Aa to come spend some time with him in uni. To no avail. Anyways, it’s time for his internship so there’s a little holiday before it. Oe comes and again….it was fun!! So much so that Aa finally agreed to spend sometime in their uni. Time comes for Oe to return for his last semester. Aa asked Ti to come……..she was turned down.

She went….on her own. By now, she and Oe are PROPER friends. They had a ball…. So much Ti would consider it EROTISM. Yes they did…. Sex!

Aa tried keeping it from Ti..but when it did come out…..she said “I’ll be going back to get smashed up again”. Lol

(kind of the end)

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Anyone leaving comments should try to think up and appropriate end for the story and how 3 of em should feel.

p.s

names, time, location and I think a little more

have been altered to suit me. True story though!