MDD aka Mu'fuggin Dead Dog n.


check out the definition of that at Urban Dictionary proposed by Yours Truly. :)

And you guys thought I was bad. Meet MDD...my brother from another mother. He lives in Nig at the moment. Just graduated from LAG.

His back story: we went to high school together. he could safely be described as a "bolo" back then. After high school, I went to the US and he stayed put. I went to visit a year and a half later and dude was running things. A smoking hot girlfriend, a drop dead gorgeous piece on the side and pretty much a choice of whatever girl he wanted in LAG.

Mehn, I was jealous o! Me I was still managing one girl at the time. Casual, but since I still knew nothing about talking to chicks, it was all I was getting. I wanted to stay in gidi and learn under his tutelage. But gats to go back to school, so I left. That was January 2004

Since then I hadn't been back to Nig and finally went December '08, nearly 5 years later. The day I met up with MDD, he was like a crack addict suffering from withdrawals, furiously dialling, calling his boys trying to get a girls number, any girl, just to call her...and maybe arrange something. You see, it turns out MDD had bitten off a little more than he should have. He had by then, slept with pretty much every girl in Lag(well the ones that he was interested in). And those he hadn't knew enough of his story to stay far, far away from him. So obviously, he wasnt going to be able to hook me up with any "shigs" as he had so eloquently promised. Good thing I'd made my own arrangements.

Hanging out with him that day was nothing short of amusing. He finally got some chicks number from our other friend, Teejay. Her name was Nnena. He called her, totally out of the blue, she was at work, he arranged to meet her after work. She agreed. (I should point out that MDD is a very smooth operator, he is also the funniest man I know, so I wasnt surprised she was willing). She was on the island. We were in Yaba, but it was still a couple of hours before closing time so we chilled.

I borrowed MDD's car and went to visit my friend TDVA. I say 'visit', I mean seduce. It didnt work that day...well, it might've but for extenuating circumstances. She had a trip to prepare for and about 10minutes in MDD was blowing up my phone.

Where are you? We have to go, you know what traffic getting to the island is like.

So I hugged the deliciously sexy TDVA (and her double dees) adieu, under the watchful, menacing eyes of her brothers and me and MDD drove the roughly 30mins to the island(he did it in about 20--i forgot what a menace young nigerians were on the road). There was no traffic, so we were early. We sat to wait.

About 5 minutes in, a girl walked past the car; we didnt see her face, but MDD was very impressed with her booty. Booty is about 20% for me, if she doesnt have a pretty face....well, I wont say. But she had a nice ass, and a pretty average walk. A few minutes later she walked back past us. She had just gone to a kiosk to buy some gum. I saw her face this time. She was beautiful.

Do you think that's her? MDD was excited now

I dunno, maybe. Call her.

So he did, looking back at her the whole time. She picked up. His end of the conversation is what I heard but I imagine it went something like this.

Hey.

Hi, are you here?

I think you just walked right past me. You're wearing a shirt and black trousers right?

Yea, did you see me?

Yes I'm in the blue 307.

She walked up to the car smiled at us. She had a gorgeous, confident smile, with tiny dimples. I was impressed, I might just move in. After some initial hesitation, she got in the car and we went to a looking for a place to eat.

Over the course of the evening, I learned several things.

• She had a boyfriend, who knew she was out with us. He obviously didnt know what he was doing


• She had also, even though she had never stepped foot in Lag, heard about MDD. She knew his story well. Two of her friends had fallen to his charms.


• I'm not averse to stealing a girl who my best friend is interested in if she shows an interest in me


• Neither is he


• MDD is very selective about the women he dates, as am I.


• 9ja food at a posh restaurant is f**king expensive


• If I went to live in Nig today, Nnena would be my girlfriend...unless TDVA's available of course.

MDD is planning on coming to England for his masters this year. I cant wait. Me, him, and PhatAl...three musketeers, reunited. Taking the United Kingdom by storm.

BEST CONDOM COMMERCIAL EVER!!!

*I remember high school, I had a crush on this one girl(Grace) for 3 full years (initially mentioned in Honest Scrap post), maybe more, I was never able to pluck up the courage to speak to her. 3 YEARS!! Well, sorta. She even flirted with me once in JS2

I like your hair, it's really soft. She touched my head

I blushed, said Thank you, and turned away. If that was me today, hmm..lets just thank God it wasn't

*Even my first year at Ann Arbor College, this girl asked me to "braid her hair"(the one I got naked from my 2truths and a lie post).
I hesitated, I dont know how.

She said, You can learn on me

I somehow chickened out sha. If that was me today,she woulda been sportin' jagged cornrows the next morning...and a limp.

I'm the guy who turned down sex with a beautiful woman because I perceived her as a "good girl" and I didnt want to disrespect her by taking what was offered. I was thinking, "She's a great girl, wifey material." She never spoke to me again. I think that's what changed me.

The guy who, at 16, didnt know what to do with a girlfriend. All we did was hold hands. The guy who had his first real kiss at age 20.

In high school, I was what you might consider a geek. I still am to a certain degree. I was never part of a 'crew' but I did have four close friends;

• MDD; he's my oldest male friend. Not very wise to the ways of the world. He was in his own video game playing, Man U supporting world. He wised up quick tho, even before me.


• PhatAl; poor guy was the new guy in JS3, so he got stuck with the geeks, us.


• Stan; massive Eminem fan, i'm actually no longer in touch with him. I hope he's doing well.

We were in our own world, oblivious to anything that occured outside our little circle.

MDD, the bastard(he gets a proper intro 2moro), was the one who leaked the secret of my 3 year crush to the entire school. Funny thing, Grace's best friend was also a friend of mine. Her advice, go talk to her. My response, well I didnt really respond, I was quaking in my loafers. Ah well, what could have been.

Since I left high school, emboldened by the protection of distance, a few girls have come forward and declared they had a crush on me, including a girl I sat next to for a year, and another girl I considered one of the high school 'elite'. Thinking back on it now, she made it pretty obvious; brushing her unmentionable bits against me when she walked past, standing quietly next to me at random moments. This girl was hot, debatably the hottest in our set. Yet, idiot teenage Scribbles was oblivious to it all, eyes only for Grace. More missed opportunities.

I guess I spent my shy years observing, learning (they used to call me 'The Sponge') and when my confidence picked up...well.... I dont know how it happened, but I became the Scribbles you know and love. Thing is, I dont really consider myself smooth, or suave (although I have been described as such). I just try to be myself no matter the situation, while at the same time working to improve that self.

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So, I've had a few requests for Scribbles Massages. These come in two varieties. There's the E-massage, and the more popular Scribbles Orgasmic Massage Experience (S.O.M.E™). Both are completely free for a limited time, but the S.O.M.E ™operates under a few house rules.

1. My bed is my place of work...it's where these magic fingers come to life...and it's the only place I give massages.
2. NO clothes are to be worn during the S.O.M.E.™ as they will create a hindrance and will keep you from experiencing the S.O.M.E™ in its complete glory.
   
3. Appointments should ideally be made 7 days in advance. We do, however, take walk ins if the tension has become unbearable, or the subject is dressed in suitable attire.
4. The S.O.M.E.™ will involve the use of fingers, palms, lips, knuckles and tongue, but NOT cock. Unless expressly requested. (You can 'create your own' S.O.M.E™ by adding or removing any of these components as you see fit)
5. Relax. Nothing happens in the S.O.M.E.™ without your express consent.
6. What happens in the S.O.M.E.™...you're free to go out and tell your girlfriends.
7. S.O.M.E.™ is only open to females over the age of 18.

Now that we've set the ground rules, what are you waiting for? COME GET S.O.M.E.™!!

p.s. did you guys know that Sexkitten's blog goes all the way back to April 2004...and she pretty much updates daily? I will NEVER be bored again!!

• Mehn, you pple like your sex. I wasnt going to do a third part to this. Was going to leave it as it was...but hey, it's friday, the words came, so I figured, "what the heck!" I'll give you what you want. This is where it ends...well, for blogville at least.
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I like whipped cream on my muffins you see. I joked.

Hahaha, wait! I don't want to be sticky down there.

Babe, you're already sticky down there. She giggled. But don't worry, I'm going to eat up every....last...bit.

I kissed her neck, not her lips. She didn't want to kiss me. This was about need, not intimacy. There was no romance here; just nature. My lips found the soft flesh in the dip of her collarbone. The shudders told me this was her spot...I lingered for a few seconds and moved on to my twin playthings, i took the time to appreciate them in full, focusing on the skin around the nipples; they only got the pleasure of warm breath, a light flick of the tongue, a quick nibble...I wanted to watch her squirm.

I moved lower, torturously close to her now free-flowing well...handed her the whipped cream.

Shake this for me please.

Oh, okay. I watched her shake it. Her form was perfect.

I was licking up her juices now, skirting around the edges, soft bites to her thigh, brushed my lower lip against her clit...lightly.

She whispered something I didn't understand.

Was that Swahili? (Did I mention she was Gambian?)

Did I say you could talk? Feisty. I liked.

She raised her hips off the bed...and shoved it in my face; obviously she'd had enough of this nonsense. I chuckled. She frowned, handed me the whipped cream.

I watched her eyes roll into the back of her head as the Cunning Linguist began his very own vagina monologue.

Edit: Text exchange with Sin a few minutes ago

You're Gambian right?

Y? Do i look gambian2u?

Lol. I thot you said you were part ugandan half gambian

Musta lied2u dn! Nah cz ppo say i look gambian or senegalese! Am ful UG! Fully repn UG!

Hiss! Lol. So you speak swahili then? Or what language do you speak?

Yh we speak a bit of swa in UG along wid luganda and other indeginous(howeva u spel) languages.

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I look into your eyes and I see
I see oceans and waterfalls
I see creation
I see the heavens formations and the earth's foundations
I see the sun rise in the West
The sunset in the East
Because you turn my world upside down

I take your hand and the physical chemistry of our connection
Alters my biology
Sending jolts of emotion thru my fingertips
Coursing thru my veins
Setting my eyes alight with the fire of you
Jump starting my heart
Science would call u "Electrifying"

When I take u in my arms
This is gunna sound cliche but...
Its just me and you
Nothing else exists, no one else, matters
My world is you, consumed by you
Like I was fashioned out of your rib
Totally and completely, yours

And when we kiss...
Sparks fly like its the 4th of July
Bands play entire symphonies in celebation of us
Volcanoes erupt and the world stops spinning
And in that one instant...
My every dream comes true

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• pple TDVA (nee teediva) is back! updating regularly again, so please show her some love here
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She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled.

Did you really need to do that?

It would have gotten in my way. This body deserves a first rate experience. Can't have unnecessary obstacles like bra straps getting in the way of that.

Haha. Of course you'd say that.

Yea, now shush, relax and enjoy.

I rubbed the massage oil together between my palms to warm it up and spread it over her back, rubbing it into the skin, exploring her back. Her body was sex, raw and unadulterated.

I went deeper, rolling out every knot, smoothing every tense muscle.

Mmm. Right there. Yea. Mhmm. Aaaah. That's the spot.

Hehe, you keep making those noises and I'll soon be "massaging" you with something else.

Haha. Shut up! I'm not doing that with you! *said the half naked girl in my bed*

Doing what exactly?

Nothing.

I smiled.

The knots were gone now, but still the flawless skin of her back beckoned, so I kept at it; a little lighter with each stroke, following the curves and dips of her body. I could feel her body start to heat up now.

I looked down at her; eyes closed, lips slightly parted. I leaned in and whispered

I'm going to use my lips now.

Her lips curled into a mischievous smile, her eyes remained closed.

My lips followed my fingers along curves and crevices, injecting hot and cold at intervals, pleasing nerve endings and finding pleasure centers. It wasn't long until she started squirming under my touch, rubbing her legs together.

Turn over. I'm gonna do your front
No

I picked her up and flipped her over. She laughed. Somewhere in the craziness we had lost her bra. Her perfectly formed, unbelievably firm Cs rested to her sides, the way real ones do..inviting me. I obliged them...taking my time to appreciate every inch of her skin. I undid the button of her shorts and pulled at the zip with my teeth.

Her shorts and panties came off slowly...my lips following their retreat...stopping just shy of her feet, and then making their way back down the back of her legs..behind her knee...and back up to her lips...they were wet now.

Igot up and walked across the room.

Wha? Why did you stop?

I stopped at the mini fridge, opened it and smiled back at her.

Out came the whipped cream.

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• I'll start this off by saying Happy birthday to Afro, *hiss* to Vera...and as for the "protesters" outside my building..you're boring.
• Also, for the girl at the other end of the train last night, trying her hardest not to smile...i hope your face hurts
• I typed this up on my phone this morning, forgot to save and lost it, and I've been busy all day...why I'm just posting.

I met her at my friend the promoter's flat. I walked in and there she was, with her friend. Although her friend, Christine, who smiled at me, was more classically pretty, I was drawn to her raw sexuality. The boomchikawahwah was strong with this one.

Her name was Sin.

I got her down to her underwear that night. (Truth or Dare truly is a wonderful game). She flirted with me. I flirted with her. She gave me her number right before she and her friend hopped in the cab we called them.

I called her a couple of days later.

Hi Baby!

Hi Sin. How's that booty keepin'?

Hehe, I'm taking care of it for you daddy. She was ever the flirt.

Haha, sounds like hard work...you should let me help.

Hehe, maybe.

I wanna do dinner and a movie on friday night, you interested?

Erm, I'm busy that night, but you should take Christine instead.

*Uh oh*Christine? Doesn't she have a boyfriend?

A pause.You should call her. Here's her number.

So I called Christine. We hung out, she came back to mine...and we chilled. She was cute, but I wasnt really attracted to her. We became pretty good friends, pretty much talking everyday, for between 3 and 5 hours each day; which I found weird because I was sure she had a boyfriend. Didnt she ever talk to him? Didnt bother me, the conversation and the banter was good. But there was no..erm...boomchikawahwah.

A couple of months later, I ran into Sin. We walked and talked and caught up.

How come we never hooked up?

Are you kidding? I cant date someone my friend is dating!

Who?

Dont you and Christine have a little something going on?

I raised an eyebrow; No, we're just friends. Did she tell you different?

Oh, no. I just assumed...

Dont assume. I was always more attracted to you.

She blushed. Ok

You should come visit one of these days. I'll cook you dinner.

Ooh yes! Christine told me you're an amazing cook(her words not mine)

So she came over one evening, I cooked dinner, and when we were done eating, the facebook addict sat glued to my laptop...ignoring me....this was going to be fun.

I watched her for a few minutes, sipping on rosé, her long, brown, faultless legs crossed at the knee. Shorts that stopped dangerously close to her pelvis. She had taken off her jacket to reveal beautiful, toned shoulders and perfect skin.

I walked up behind her, hands on her shoulders...and carressed them.

Mmm that feels good. Um, can you give me a backrub please.

I'll do you one better, I'll give you a full body massage.

Hehe, no thanks, just a backrub...for now.

Ok, but I can't do it through your clothes.

She got up. Turn around. No peeking.

I smiled and turned around.

OK I'm ready!

I turned to find her sprawled face down on my bed. I reached up on the shelf for the massage oil and walked over to the bed. I paused for a moment to admire the perfection that was her body.

..and then I reached down and undid the clasp of her bra