THE MEDIA GIRL'S DIARY

I told my friends a couple of times how much I want my first sex experience to feel.  " I don't want to be indebted to any man, I would rather lose my virginity to someone who I am not attracted to than lose it to someone I really like because  it's a very  denjelous  affair" .  Anytime I made this statement, my friends looked at me like I'm a possessed being. The truth is, I don't have the strength to cry over a stupid guy. Eww, I can't deal. I've heard so many fucked up stories of how ladies get emotionally attached to their first. Omo, it can't be me o, it must not happen to me! My first sex experience must be with a total stranger. I met a devil in church and he ripped my hymen into pieces!!! I met Tolu in church, he plays the guitar every Sunday. We met after one glorious service, trust me when I saw him I wasn't impressed.  HE IS NOT MY SPEC!  I screamed in my head but he could be useful o  "oshey I've seen lab rat"  I tho...

I liked Peter a lot, seeing him made my yoni wet. All I wanted was have him to all myself. I liked him so much that fantasising about him became extreme sport. I longed for days when he’ll hit me up and ask if I was down to hang out. I planned out tempting strategies days before we saw, i knew i was a temptation and i could swear the attraction was mutual. Oh, i almost forgot about his lips, his charisma, and physic was everything I wanted in a man. His elastic beautiful black hair made me always imagine what sex with him will feel like hanging on to the strands, oh! it had this mesmerising smell too. Peter had this way of licking his lips, I was so attracted to him like a magnet. I opened up to Peter, I told him how I felt, he said it was a mutual feeling to but circumstances were in our way. “I have a girlfriend, we definitely can't break up soon. I need to protect my image, her friends and mine are tight Gees" he said. Every time he made this statement, i knew slapping him ...

All I wanted was money to pay my bills. I had no one, no one but God. In fact it seems God must have neglected me too. Everyday, I walk shamelessly at night with my boobs out and my butt checks flashing. I had a uniform look, I always enjoyed wearing my spandex skirt and bralet, seductive right? Trying to look pretty is not further mathematics, it comes easy for me because I’m a “ smoking hot mofo ”. " A smoking hot mofo " without future plans, a smoking hot mofo who has given up on life. " I’ll just do this one more time ", I promised myself for the hundredth time! Hmmm I need this money, I want this money, and I must have this money.  Nobody can ever tell me that having money isn't the best feeling ever. Nobody wants to suffer, no one wants to have a sip of poverty. Even the so-called Yahoo boys are trying to stay alive, so don't blame me when I tell you I'm a prostitute, you heard me right? I'm a sex worker, been in this business for 15 years and ...

I was running now, away from something or was it someone? I clearly wasn't thinking straight. I bumped into some people in my attempt to move through the crowd, someone's books fell, I wasn't bothered. I just had to get to my safe haven. I vaulted over a hedge of flowers and another one with so much prowess, "I should try out for the gymnastics team", I thought. I was running through the lawn now, the green getting caught up in my sandals. One giant leap and I was in my classroom. The few who were around seemed to all be staring at me, I ignored them, standing under my fan in an attempt to catch my breath and slow down my perspiration. Some deep breaths and I was back on track, I made my way to get bag and pack up for the night.  "How did it go?" I looked up to see Jermaine staring so wide-eyed at me, there was some excitement in his eyes. I wasn't sure why.  "How was it?" He said, getting my attention this time.  "How was what?" ...

God I hate Father’s Day so much! It makes me cringe, I always feel like the saddest person on earth everytime and anytime I hear someone shout " Happy Fathers day ". Oh my, I feel depressed already. I know I sound bitter but that’s the truth! My father was never ever there for me. He was a living ghost in my life. I had no father figure, I have never said " hi dad, hey daddy", or called anyone  "Daddy " probably just my boyfriend. lol.. but that's totally different. Wink wink*  Friends always ask, " Faith why haven't you ever mentioned your dad to us ," " He's a ghost bitch ," that has always been my reply for years now! I couldn't relate when they say goofy things about their dad's. it only made me hate mine more.  One day, the ghost resurrected, he tried coming into my life but he didn't make efforts to be my father,  I guess he was so ashamed of himself and couldn't face the fact that he " left me f...

He told me he was adventurous, trust me I liked the sound of that. I started imagining how a guy who claims to be “freaky freaky” will act in bed. I’ve never slept with a freak, because    I am a freak myself, that combo is very risky.  The D-day came, I was excited, ready for smack down. Mind you, prior to that day, Oga had promised to destroy my liver and kidney and trust me I was ready to die for the D*ck.  I got there and saw BDSM tools. I was amazed, “Wa fe ku laleyi” came to my head. The first tool I saw was koboko, I jokingly asked him, you didn’t tell me you’re a soldier na. He laughed and told me to get on my knees.  I laughed   just like that, punishment immediately? No kissing? No lobbing lobbing?  Then I remembered he said he was a freak, okay o. “Since I’m a freak let me kuku learn new style”. After kneeling, he got handcuffs and cuffed me. Mad o! I said to myself, this is gonna be interesting.  Baba got his clothes off, I was am...

It felt good! Forcing my body weight on my pilliow felt even much better, now gliding up and down rythmically makes me feel super, duper ecstatic.  Hi there, i am Sharon and i have discovered a  masturbating hack  that can help ladies who are not ready to give up their hymen to wolves. Now, le t me gist you how it all started.  G rowing up my mother used to make me sleep over at her friends. Her friend had a daughter who I was really fond off. I always wanted to play, I innocently wanted to chill and spend time with them. Her daughter, was three years older than me, that didn't change anything. I enjoyed being around them. I woke up one night to pee, when I noticed an awkward movement going on. I turned around and saw a figure humping on a throw pillow. "Peace, are you alright?", what's going on? is your tummy paining you? She gave a dramatic pause and gave this wierd look. Now her eyes were all white, she took a deep breath and sighed. "Sharon, I can only teach ...