unScrewing my mind

There are some people you just fuck, and then there is the one you keep fucking. That is the one you should keep.
- My thought on INFIDEL-HITTING

Love making is not the same as fucking. One involves just the mind and the other just the body. One takes a longer time to be established and the other can be established in minutes (I heard some people get it done in a few seconds)
- My thought on THE SOUND OF SEXOPHONE

Like wine, just screw it with the right cork and see how long it would last.
- My thought on CELLAR MARRIAGE

If I am a man, I will screw only women. If I am a woman, I will screw both men and women.
- My thought on BOLTING THEORY

The only thing that exist outside time, space, and eternity is memory.
- My thought on the BIG BANG BANG

If blogville were a real city... I hold my thought.
- My thought on A CITY OF WORDS

What do you think would happen if women reach orgasm as fast as men do?
- My thought on ORGASMIC SPEED

Live like you mean it, because after NOW, its all memory...

P.S. I had a shave. You need to see my balls... Shinning!

Thank you everyone for your comments.

Tagged by Black 007

I was tagged by Black James Bond. so while you are reading this, just play the Theme Sound from James Bond movies.

Here are the rules:

1. Link the person who tagged you…

2. Mention the rules in your blog…

3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours

4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them

5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged


1.) I shouldn't be saying this here but, I need help so here it goes. I make people wait for me while I hate waiting for people. I have done it to everyone, BIG & SMALL, regardless of who you are. I'm almost always the last to turn up for a meeting. Just a mental disease like pussaesia.

2.) I love t-shirts. If given the Time & Money, I would go shopping just to buy 1250 T-shirts and just 10 denim trousers, and 1250 converse sneakers (if I can find my size)

3.) I can be annoyingly vague.

4.) I cover my eyes with eyewears more than 70% of dalylight time. It helps me filter temptations of some kind. And it works, trust me.

5.) This is going to be disgusting to only pretenders. I can be quite forgetful, thank God for organizers. This proves it. I was alone in my "work room" one morning after eating meat-pie and a lil' pepper chicken, and I farted. Not organizer worthy so I blanked and continued working like it was nothing. Many seconds later I smelt a really offensive odour, and I started wondering what died. It took me about 10secs to realized that I farted 30seconds ago. See, I just don't remember things. It helps me deal with grief too.

6.) I carve out theories from a rod - you know, the male appendage for amusement, mischief, and procreation. Yes that one. I treat people/issues with any resulting theorem

Observe a few:
- With the right touch you can get anyone excited, hard and ready to game.

- When life is too hard, it hurts and can cause desperation

- It is always nice to spit out the truth as cream as possible, but sometimes you wish you spat out blank lies

- Every hard individual can be bent, maybe not broken, but definately made soft with the right number of strokes or tease.

- Long thing can hurt, short thing can frustrate you

- A nod isn't necessarily a yes

- Every minute inside bliss should be cherished

- Never let anyone kick you around. For the first few while you might feel nothing, but nothing compares to the pain and humiliation that follows.

- Wake up everymorning like you are the strongest most banging individual in the world.

- At all times you are responsible for your own comings, either through self or through others.

- If life is too hard, just wank.

I am tagging DL, TMinx a.k.a TaureanMinx, Carlang, Ms. Queen a.k.a Fantasy Queen, Toochi, Bumight

P.S. My internet connection is unBecuming these days, I can't link the peeps I tagged to their blog because....

For lack of time to go nuts

Wanked From Yahoo! (*oops! I meant Yanked)

Frequent masturbation may help men cut their risk of contracting prostate cancer, Australian researchers have found. It is believed that carcinogens may build up in the prostate if men do not ejaculate regularly, BBC News reported on Wednesday. The researchers surveyed more than 1,000 men who had developed prostate cancer, and 1,250 men who had not. They found that men who had ejaculated the most between the ages of 20 and 50 were the least likely to get cancer. Men who ejaculated more than five times each week were a third less likely to develop prostate cancer.

Sexual intercourse may not have the same effect because of the higher risk of contracting a sexually transmitted disease, which could in turn raise the risk of cancer. "Had we been able to remove ejaculations associated with sexual intercourse, there should have been an even stronger protective effect of ejaculations," Graham Giles of the Cancer Council Victoria, who led the researchers, said in the article.

The prostate produces a fluid that is incorporated into ejaculation, which activates sperm and prevents them from sticking together. Studies on animals have shown that carcinogens like 3-methylchloranthrene can be harbored in the prostate. Frequent ejaculation encourages the cancer-inducing fluids to "flush out." (The Advocate)

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Like my good friend would say: Polish Away! Spank the monkey like he deserves it.

Gosh! Am so going nuts!

How dysfunctional is dysfunctional?

Lie was made for those who can't handle the truth, and religion for those who wants the best of both worlds. - unNaked Soul

Left to us, a great number of humans would rather not grow old. we would rather remain youthful for the rest of our lives. But nature cannot be dragged into the senseless belief or ideas that has plagued humanity since the begining of existence. Whether we like it or not, she has a set of rules for a perfect existence and you shall abide by it choice or by force. And the consequences of disobeying is as not half as terrifying as watching someone about to pill your balls or cut your cunt with a surgical blade and no anaesthetic.

If I live a thousand years and a day, I could change the world, but I can never be able to change one thing: Family - the true meaning written only with blood. I come from a below middle class family. Despite the fact that my parents worked a good number of their lives in a brilliant paying job at the same multinational corporation does not make me classify my family as average. Little did I know I was only looking at my family from a distance.

I lived disconnected from my family for most of my life. I love my family from a distance. What the hell is that? I don't know myself, but its the smartest thing I could come up with for this whatmacallit. Since my childhood years, I've been having this rather disturbing image of what and where I want my family to be. And when my family doesn't fit into that frame, I gravitate a virtual inch away from the consciousness that is my family. Now mutiply that number by the number of times an unconventional dreaming individual can paint an opium-feel image of what the "ideal" family should be like. A processor crashing number.

I hated the fact that I have to work extra hard in my head to be closer to what I wish for as "family", only to get knocked into a camera filled stage with the hard light of reality burning through my soul, editing my dream like a badly cut documentary. And I spent most of my known life building these dreams while I drifted off the shores of reality. I read once that "You have to wake up to turn dreams to reality". I slept my bond away.

I also pictured my family as a dysfunctional one. It wasn't as a result of what my family did, but what my family didn't do. I wanted a perfect, walt disney type family. I hear they come in a pack with optional cousins, uncle, and aunt on ebay from $20.99. I have been affected by this in so many ways that if I start to list them I might end up having self-pity-sex just to escape depression from just staring at the Nile long list. By the way, a fantatic method to getting rid of depression. Better than lithium laced ice-cream I promise you.

I am slowly waking up to the realization that my hiltler approach to building a perfect family is totally suicidal. After so much traveling around and living with different families from the lower to upper class, plus a few burning bush moments, I bought into the school of thought that every family is dysfunctional. I reckon mine is just a statistics in a world made up of dysfunctional families.

Having drifted so far away, I'm walking and working back to my family essense. Appreciating my family as it is, embracing every flaw and shortcomings as I have only one life-chance to righting my family by blood. It's gonna take a while, but I'll get there.

I reckon the most successful families are those who are able to manage their dyfunctionalities without spinning off the orbit of their essense, while they revolve and evolve together. They are the ideal family.

SSSHH, It's just 69

My dear friend Tooch lost his mother a few days ago. Everything is so odd. In my head she still lives. While she was at the hospital, I choose not to visit her because of her condition. I wanted my memory of her to be a healthy one. She's too sweet to be stored as anything else. Once she accepts you, she regard you as her own, so motherly. God bless her soul.

"Sex" isn't overrated, some people are just simply obsessed with it more than others. For me its a different story. I love sex, there is no twist in it. Over the last few moments, I had a sudden "epiphany" (truely seriously, a stiff realization), that I have explored most of my teenage/post teenage sexual fantasies (yes, plus threesome... and don't don't ask me what form), and what I truely crave for is fulfilment, connection (on my part and my partner as well).

"Success" isn't overrated. Some people just suck at it or just give up in the greasing process. I want to be fucking successful. The whole works: Money, Fame, Knowledge (in the areas I love), and most important Family. To put an orgasm to this whole success thing, I want happiness.

"Sorry" is over abused. Some people just don't mean it. Some people just drop it like a 60 second sex with no orgasm and rollover to sleep. Some just fake it because they can't deal with the drama. While some (very few) drop it like the first meaningful "I love you".

"How are you" is over abused. It comes with a very shallow "fine". Many people don't care how you truely are. It is as good as say "Holy Fucking Christ!" It is not blashempy, yet it is no praise. Simply empty, with an empty response (and a smile maybe). Many of us are just afraid of sharing how we truely feel because some fool would use it as a theme for their next tea party sitcom episode.

"Humanity" is enough spirituality for me. The things I can't see is handled by the things I imagine. My unSpoken abilities and that which is hidden in every mass of existence in our visible and imaginative being is my my my.

I have 69 things to do this year, I'll give pleasure and receive in return. A unit or two selfless deeds and then tens of selfish ones.

Just think about it. What's the count on your to dos list?

69 anyone?

R for Orgasm

There is a thing in everything. - Spoken Thought

09-03-2008
I woke up this morning with a stretch and it was harder than normal. I looked down there just to figure out why. No clue so I lazily grabbed the control with my hand. Click came on style network, the last channel that was on the night before.

All of a sudden, that feeling started gathering. I knew that was the reason. It couldn't have been another. It has always been a tradition for me. I like the pour. The rush of emotion it brings. I love the soothing after effect. The loud moans can be heard across an entire geographical region. The sparks of excitment as excited electrons clashes, caressing the very softness of the blues causing it to turn dark. Oh I love it when its wet. Don't you? Ok, maybe not so wet. Just ok wet. Just enough to get things all greased up. It gets the fire in my system burning. I am at my peak during this period. It brings me new inspirations and success.

Afterwards, I took a whiff of it. I love the smell, that particular smell. I love the taste of it, that particular tastless taste. *sigh*

This morning. it rained.


P.S. I wonder which of the six hundred and sixty-six demons dey worry that person wey dey call me names. Becareful oh, I carry holy water oh!

Monolove

Mystery is the chemical that preserves anything dipped into it for enternity - unNaked Soul

Many found happiness in your playground, and many sadness
How is it possible?
Could this be you?
An entity with multiple personality
Could this be you?
As much as I tell to myself the possibility, you are too sweet to be two.

I can't but help to admire the colours of your garment
Made from a million and one beautiful thoughts
Perfectly seamed with the threads of time
Embroidered with beads of innocence
No wonder many fall into your embrace without a second thought
I wonder who made you that dress
I want one too
Heavy, you say?
How come something so beautiful be so heavy?
Oh really?
The heart grows to fit in?

The drama you bring sets you at the center stage of the world
At the center of everyone's heart
The molten core of every solid feelings
You are soft yet solid on the surface
Permit me to reach your depth and be engulfed in the warmth of your center
To explode with desires and be reborn as a solid representation of your beauty.

iDeas Anyone?

I am gathering data on this project am working on. Please send me an email or comment on the following:

What list of puzzles/questions/task would put before soon-to-be-married couples to check how compatible or how well they know/understand each other?

Please send answer through my comment or send to datchild@gmail.com

On the lighter side: what is the most obvious thing about you that everyone that knows u know?

Anyone with the correct answer wins a prize.

Past weeks and other stories

History is a never ending story. Only fairy tales have endings. The future is to be continued. -unNaked Soul.

My laptop crashed! bwwwaaaaaa!!! I got another one *snif* *snif* But I need my data!!!! bwwwaaaaa!

I quit my former employment! YAY! I've got deals all lined up and signed! Tripple YAY!!!

The dumbest shit happened. My landlord's daughter's driver (e long o) stole her ATM card and withdrew (e correct?) N35,000 in three N10,000 installments and a N5000. Thanks to GTB, she got instant notifications. That guy dey lie like evil spirit.

Just had a god-moment awareness that money can make you horny oh! No joke. I had a few thousand and I went on a sweet mouth spree, ice-cream and chocolates, like a woman on sex diet.

Went to FBP at Alpha beach. Princesa caught Fantasy Queen scoping me. If I lie check facebook. I was looking all sticki-iki and off the buckles men. LoL. Anyways, friends had a good laugh when they caught me staring at her like a kid who's looking at a candy store through its glass window. Sorry fantasy queen, you didn't see that, neither was it caught on camera. I fit deny am.

I remember when I was in the world, when I use to attend church and fellowship; then as a kid (well, up to when I was like 15), I use to sing this song "I'm married to Jesus, satan leave me alone..." Thinking back now, I just realized how gay it was. The girls would burst their vocal cords over that number and we the boys would pop a vain so Jesus knows we love him and forcefully marry him with or without his consent or a ceremony. We just didn't know we are making a polygamist and a gay out of the cool dude, and we didn't care, we just wanted to make heaven . He'll understand I guess.


P.S. Swing. Life is too short.

I had another weird dream: I saw the sea and the air filled with war machines in their thousands, the cloud was dark because of the number of flying war machines; destination? New York.

Next Flight

If my life is an experiment, then am making it a fucking A-Bomb - unNaked Soul

Just a note to everyone, esp. Afrobabe (who thinks am an ashewo) I AM STILL INNOCENT. I think. :-D

A lot has been happening to me lately. And it is time for me to reflect and figure out what's best for me. I am moving to the next level of my experimental evolution.

I resigned from my current employment. They have served their purpose long enough. Don't freak out. Am fine. I've been looking for a reason to, and like everything else in my life, it fell right on me hands. I have a thousand and one rooms opened as we speak, and trust me, I love bedrooms. *wink*

I've been having this reoccuring dream of me flying by just thinking about flying. Flying is an amazing experience. Anyone with interpretation? I know the african thingy would say I have been initiated into some kind of coven. I see clear blue sky when I fly, so find me a better interpretation. CATWALQ?

P.S. Please visit http://www.ablackjamesbond.com I find his blog funnily interesting...

Naked Innocence

Growing old is a must, Growing up is a choice. - Someone like that :-D

I remember a time when I could do anything my heart felt like doing. I could listen to a male or female friend sing to me a piece or two from our poetry book back in my younger years. I would smile, giggle, and enjoy their own rhythm version. I felt nothing but pure and innocent excitement.

I remember when a male friend would but his hands around my neck as we walk to the playing ground or to buy sweets or whatever caught our fancy, without thinking if I, him, or anyone would assume he, I, we is gay.

I remember being around female friends taking their bath and I think nothing of it, but just water splashing on flesh. No fear of been called a perv.

I remember telling my female friends how lovely their boobs, ass, or lips look without thinking of how well my dick can fit into their pussy. How they smile and say thank you with complete innocence. For they know I meant it with no hidden motive, and they won't think am a perv.

I remember believing everything I was told (still do until to a greater extent) without doubting the teller.

I remember my innocent year, where did all that essence go?

Now, I can't have a male kiss my cheeks without me thinking: I hope he's not gay. I hope he doesn't think am gay. I hope they don't think we're gay. I can't have a friend sing a song without thinking: is he gay?

Now, I can't have a female friend hold my hands, while we walk without me thinking: does this mean anything other than two friend strolling hand in hand.

Now, I can't have a female tell me how much they appreciate my friendship without me thinking: When are we going to get naked.

I am in a journey for the search of my lost innocence before I lost completely the true meaning of living.

D'NAked CODES

I achieve more when am alone
I achieve more when I think am alone
I swing in space
I cringe in clutter
I'm cold when am lifeless
I'm cold when I think am lifeless
Am high in solitude
I'm alive in pair
I'm more alive in pair
I'm more alive when I think am in pair
-unNaked Soul

My leave is coming soon and I want help in answering this question:

What do you do when you arrive at a new destination?
[a] Explore the whole place, good and bad
[b] Explore only the good places
[c] Explore only the bad places
[d] Wait for information to reach you about the place
[e] Go back

Please pick max of two choice.

unComplicate This

We forgive so that we may be forgiven... to each action its own consequence... we shall bear our burden by ourselves, we only hope to be good and keep doing what we do: Mistakes. - unNaked Soul

How do a young man like me (a reflex flirt) prove his LOVE to a young woman?

How do you manage information sharing with the one you've chosen to LOVE?

Is there any similarities between a LIE and unCompleted Information Dissemination?

What is the chemical composition of the element Tr (a.k.a TRUST)?

I am terrible when it comes to the politics of LOVE. It is more intense than running for United States Presidency.

P.S. This is very Naked. No Joke. No Game. I want answers.

On the lighter side: I had the weirdest dream last night. I was to donate my heart to the one person I do not know. I voluntarily offered to. I consciously offered to die. Now that's scary. I hope am not going to die soon. *sigh* Just in case, who wants a heart?

Surreal

She slapped me a little harder than playful. I gave a confused stare while thinking in my head; What crime have I committed to warrant a slap. I couldn't think of any. I asked her rather dumbly, What did you do that for?

She replied in a stern, firm yet sexy tone, For standing there like a ghost instead of fucking this pussy

In a split second it dawned on me that I was busy gazing at her female Grace-ness, embodied in a Great work of Art only Nature can mold.

Alas! I am guilty. Guilty of not exercising my Nature given right to fuck that pussy.

M CLASS

I was having this discussion at an online forum some time ago about it, and people had their own opinion. Most (if not all) came from the R perspective, but I came from the H perspective, and dropped my opinion as to what drives me.

A lot of people find the M Class a very disgusting ride. Some call it disgusting out of embrassment, some out of frustration, and some religious reasons. I simply find it liberating. I may or may not understand their point of view, but it does not justify why it should not be done.

There are times when u badly want to percipitate, and you grab your keys and turn on the ignition. I'm of the opinion that you shouldn't use any PCT to change your oil or any CCK to gauge your oil level. Though temptation comes, A good hand in time saves 9. I know this from experience and I share with you the truth.

Not riding at all can get the entire engine all rusty and may lead to a sad driving experience when you eventually decide to go long distance. But people are individuals, needs may differ from person to person, but doesn't mean the need doesn't exist.

What am I talking about? MASTURBATION!

It is healthy, and like NIKE: Just Do It if it helps. Cos remember, A hand in time saves 9.

Yea, I know, I've got balls to do a post on M. 2 to be exact.

Still Bloggers

Meeting Bloggers

King Solomon was a blogger, and a very wise/randy/handsome one too. Ask the blogger Queen of Sheba.

Last week Saturday was an awesome one. Bloggers coming together for a drink and then trying to find if the image of each one of us has created for other bloggers match. One thing I can say is, the ladies where PHAT (Pretty Hot And Tempting), and the guys we absolutely cute.

Princessa!!! with her sexy dimple (oh yea, she is sexy). All the female bloggers were so hot and it got me thinking naughty thoughts. The cool thing was, it didn't seem like a first time meeting. It was like we've always known ourselves. Fantasy Queen!!!! ehm-hmm...

Overwhelmednaijababe (whom i was very glad to meet), Simplynuttie, Obiwanne, and Laspapi (satisfied my curiosity) came late. But it was all good. No doubt. Afterwards, I went to this house party I didn't plan for. Left there at about 3.30am, tipsy from champagne, white wine, and Hennessey. I crashed off there sef.

I'm glad I met everyone present.

Big ups to Tope & Tayo.

I said it, 2008 is going to be a blast! And every one of us will certainly celebrate every second in constant roll of Joy! *wink*

Two Double O'Eight

It's 2008, no different from when I wake up in the morning. This time shit don't fool me. But hey, If we live in a Jacuzzi, we must be and act like a Jacuzzite - be completely naked, and enjoy the bubbles.

2008 started with a bang for me, I felt the bubbles. The first exciting new year in my adult life that I can remember. January 1st opened the first miracle for the rest to follow. No doubt 2008 is going to be extremely exciting. I can't begin to tell all that happened cos they are a bit private. But YAY! I can feel it clearly now.

I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday? Mine was a bit quiet as I spend more time in my house since I hardly go out during festive period unless... *wink* But as quiet as it was, I was bubbling inside.

I don't do resolutions but one thing now is standard: Start all that needs to be started, and End all that needs to be ended.

May you all have a bubbling and blinging New Year!

unNaked Theory of Choice

Everyone is born with the ability to make choices. Some with more options than others. One similarity is our choice making process. Everyone uses the same CLASS (blue print to those non-techie) to instantiate a choice.

Some choice are conscious, some subconscious, and some inherited. Choice when made can be kept alive through a process call repercussion, which can be either negative or positive. Choice is what shapes the objects of civilization, belief, life, death, etc.

Some choice have shorter life span than some, some last a life time, some last generations, and a very tiny few, eternity. The functions and properties of an instance of a choice are assigned at concept, with or without the full knowledge of the initiator.

As the theory of what brings what takes what goes: Only a choice can end another. Bear in mind that an instance of a choice after instantiated cannot be destroyed but can be transformed from one choice to another through a process call telemorphism (word may or may not exist. It popped in my head, and using it).

This rules applies to everything - from Creation, to Love, to War, to Eternity - and is the blueprint of existence as we have chosen to know.

Have a GREAT rest of the year, and a more positive choice New Year!

Trips

Trips is what makes it last forever. - unNaked Soul

My ideal partner is basically someone whose fire burns as wild as mine. I like a relationship with trips. Mad trips, not just regular trips. Check this:

Trip1
At the beginning of every month, we shall give each other a sealed envelope that contains what we want as a gift (at an agreed upper limit price) for that month. Neither envelope is not to be opened. At the end of the month, both of us will present our gifts, well wrapped. Then we can open the envelope to find out if I bought her what she wants, and she what I want. The winner gains Love Point. To help make this fun, glues will be dropped every now and then at any moments we share. e.g. during sex, during shower, during cooking etc.
(I know I'll win most times... hehehehehe)

Trip 2
Have sex in our friends house when we visit without them knowing. We have to plan and be tactical about it. And we are going to do this in all our friends house, yes, even if our friend is the President of EU! We both get love points.
(We will both win here... hehehehehe)

Trip 3
Once in a while, we shall play I-can-make-you-cum-more-times-than-me. The deal is to use oral sex to get each other to reach orgasm with a time frame (3hrs). The person who gets the other to reach orgasm more wins! Winner gains love point.
(I'll definitely win! Because only penetration gushes me juice. LoL)

Trip 4
On certain weekends, we shall set out in the morning with phone bought specifically for this task, and a camera. The deal to get as much phone numbers and picture of random individual of opposite sex, and arrive home at 6pm prompt. First to get home gains Love Point, and the person with more collection gets Love Point. Then we can share the stories over a bottle of red wine.

Trip 5
Once in a month, we shall hook two random people up for dinner. These two random people are people we have known for maximum of 72hrs. I'll bring the guy, she'll bring the girl.

Trip 6
At least once in a months we shall spend an entire day naked indoors, alone.

Trip 7
Twice in a month, we take turn to dress each other up. It starts from the bedroom where I/she wake her/me up, wash brush her/my teeth, have her/my bath, clean her/me up, apply lotion on her/me, do her/my nail, pick the apparel, and prepare breakfast for her/me.

Trip 8
Share everything.

Wishful Thinking

Over the years, I have come to realize that we are the product of our experience and our interpretation of our experience plus the hidden codes in our DNA. -unNaked Soul

Over the last few weeks, I have been longing for a different kind of life. Where did this want come from? I honestly don't know, but I want to believe that at the very foundation of my being lies the reason. In other to maintain the Gai Tosu Stance, I have managed to create a wish list, and maybe, just maybe, the SPIRIT of this season might work a MAGIC or two. Yes, I still believe in magic like some 7yr old... yea, go ahead, shag me!

My Wish List

I wish to have a proper relationship. Someone I can be faithful to, loyal to, depend on, cry freely to (when it hurts inside), make love to without any sad after-feelings, tell the truth to, be honest with, talk to, laugh with, have breakfast with, have lunch with, have dinner with, cook with, wash with, get naughty with, build things together with, and say those quite difficult to say words to. The list is long. Er, not marriage...yet. I want to enjoy a proper relationship for once. And have someone give back same stuffs.

I wish to have all that is required to run a proper relationship.

I wish my parents could come together, not leaving thousands of miles away. Relationships like that ain't my pot of gold.

I wish to have a new HEART.

I wish to make someone (at least one) extremely HAPPY this season.

I wish to be able to keep my word (I love doing that even though I fail most times)

I wish to be happy FOREVER.

Peoples, what do you wish for?