SPRITE 

In life we take every second, minute and every hour almost for granted. That is why we never see it coming and why we can never predict it because any hour could be the last. Any hour could be the first and it always passes. Some people celebrate Christmas, birthdays and so on but Nelly Josephs and John Josephs had learned the art of celebrating every passing second. After surviving death at the brutal car accident, Mr Joseph had the sudden realisation of the meaning of life and the love he had for his wife. Now she was 80 years old battling cancer. Mr Josephs gave her her medication and she asked him to lay by her side.  “John, do you remember how we first met?” She asked, every word echoes a promise of death. It broke Mr Josephs because he knew at any time he would lose her. “Oh darling don’t you remind me, I was a clumsy little boy” he laughed; or at least forced enjoyment to fill his cry. “I had just came from playing netball. Had lost with one goal. I was angry, so angry I could barely breath and then out of nowhere cold Sprite splashes all over my face and my chest.” She chuckled her chest wheezy like she had too much air in her lungs. 

“You looked at me like I had stolen your candy and I was about to have my face smacked” 

“I did smack you, right here” she says caressing his face. 

“I always considered it our first kiss because it was the moment I looked into your eyes and I knew I had fallen in love even if I didn’t know what love was” he said looking into her eyes remembering the day 72 years ago. They were only eight when that happened. 

“I don’t even know why I had a bottle of sprite in my hand. My mother never allowed me to drink fizzy” he laughed gently while not moving his eyes from hers. 

“It was because God had destined it for us.” She smiled. They cuddled together for a few more hours into the night and then Nelly asked for a glass of sprite. John went to get it and she sat up and they both clicked glasses and drank up. Since the age of eight and the beginning of their love, they always celebrated with a bottle of sprite instead of wine. So when he felt it in the middle of the night, felt her life leave her body. He kissed her cold skin and a tear fell. Despite that he had told himself that every hour was the last with his wife, when it happened it hurt but he wiped away the tears as his wife had made him promised that if the hour came, he would not cry. Instead, he should get a bottle of Sprite and have a drink. Celebrate every hour they spent together. And so they had celebrated their last hour.

Would you rather spend 6 months with the true love of your life… or never?

Colin has given me something to talk about just like I asked in my happy one year post. 

The question is… 

Colin Gave me something to think about and I have never ever thought about that. True love. If anyone in this blog knows something about me is how much I want to be in love and to love someone. But if there is something I can’t stand is pain. I can stand physical pain but never emotional pain. 
Hence, a part of me that craves love ever so much thinks I would actually want to experience what it would be like to be with the love of my life for six months. Despite the time limit on that, I think it is an experience I can’t miss. Pain is sometimes meant for growth and maybe I would grow stronger after those six months. I love love and I can’t imagine how amazing it would be to find the true love of my life and even if it will be for a short while, I think I would be happy I had a chance to be with them. 

But 

If I never meet them and never ever know the feeling of love that could possibly mean I would be unhappy and busy being in plain relationships, being cheated on, being hurt twenty times more in my life, probably being lonely and sad or more. I feel like that would be more sad because I would be wishing on true love and if I never meet them I will never ever believe in true love again. My mother is the example of something like that. Mom is 37 and she hasn’t met her true lover. She has been in all kinds of horrible relationships, she has been abused, she has had a boyfriend that literally pointed a gun on her head, she has been played cheated and all kinds of bad stuff and here she is 37 years young and believing love is bullshit and she would rather be on her own. When I tell her how much I wish to love a man one day she tells me “maybe its possible but men are plain rubbish (no offence to the lads on here) I should focus on myself.”

In other ways she is right, I should always focus on myself but these horrible men she had had in her life have painted a bad picture for every man out there and trust me a small part of her does want to be in love but she just can’t trust anyone or really believe anyone who says they love her because ten minutes after that they hurt her and I think if she spent six months with the true love of her life; she would still have hope. Whereas now, she isn’t even looking or caring for that matter. She is happy on her own and that’s something I don’t want for myself. Not that she is sad, I just want love. simple.

So my final answer is, I would love to spend six months with the love of my life and this question has made me make a promise that if I really was to meet the true love of my life, I would spend each day like it’s the last. I would love them like I have never before and after those six months pain would obviously be inevitable but one day I would say “I was once in love” and it would be one hell of a story. 

So tell me what would you do? Spend six months with the true love of your life or never ever meet them? 

Sue me, I am a dreamer

Sue me, I am a dreamer 

My mind is always over my head

I am a fool fooled by the visions of a life presented in a silver goblet. 

All that happens on my head occurs before my eyes in the subliminal line between human sight and that of a dreamer 

Then I am constantly told; ‘dreamers die drowning in the depth of sadness’ due to my higher expectation 

What you are unbeknownst to is my courage and the strength that I carry on my shoulders, 

Since you are a bull that knows we’re its horns come from I assure you, my dreams will come true

So, sue me; I am a dreamer 

Without my dreams, I am a blind dog with no sense of smell – lost 

My hope and belief is breed through the weight of my golden glazed dreams, 

Up in the high chair of a queen watching the lights gleam my fortune, and that is a dream in live to be

So sue me, I am a dreamer

I dream to love and be love 

I have been told that is naivity, the dreams of girl that only knows nothing

Maybe that’s why I don’t feel anything for the small minded and why I will wait till he comes forth with his beauty and darkness 

So hey, sue me I am a dreamer 

I will continue to work till I am a moving ghost, what happens in my head is constructed by my will power and my heart, 

I dream you learn to dream because I could see it in your eyes, your ignorance is a defence mechanism surrounded by jealousy. 

So sue me I am a dreamer

And I dare you to laugh at me, show me your putrid teeth painted by the essence of your ugly soul so that when my dreams come true and I shine, you will be blinded and you will bow because you know nothing.

Sue me, I am a dreamer. 

Everytime ❤️

Everytime I look into your eyes, I feel like you handpicked me to suit your darkest insight, but you never really knew what I was like, you only witnesses a facade of what it’s like to love a woman like me. 

Everytime I am inside your arms, I feel like you handpicked me out of a million, only you didn’t know who I was like, I thought you will leave cause I tempted to leave, not because I hadn’t loved you yet, but because it didn’t feel right, because you only witness the smile I wear in day, and the lustrous mask I wear at night but then you reminded me, it wasn’t a facade it really was me.

Everytime I dance with you in the dark, I want you to be harder cause I am not so soft, Everytime you try to be kind I tell you I want you to be hard because I know love isn’t supposed to be easy, that’s why I don’t want you to be easy. 

Everytime I look into your eyes, I feel like you handpicked me effortlessly because I am transparent, you know I was the girl that suit your life, I love the sex you like and the fetish you love, I hate all the things that you hate, I laugh at same joke as you laugh to, I never cry because you hate to see me cry. 

Everytime I kiss you I feel like I will explode into a million diamonds because you make me shine brighter than the diamonds. 

Everytime you sleep I want you to know, you are my love and I belong to you. 

Everytime 

Discussion: two women? 

Here is a scenario. 

You recently met a girl and you are actually in a relationship. Let’s say her name is Melisa. So one day your girlfriends finds out that you have been seeing Mel and she doesn’t say anything and you don’t know that she knows about Mel. Then one day you are from work, or something, exhausted and all you need is your gf besides you, watching tv and just chilling basically. Then you go into your bedroom and find Mel and your girlfriend having sex. 

This is a real scenario, don’t think of it from a really sexual mindset, this is your wife and your sidechick having sex. 

What would you do? 

A bird seeking freedom 

Sing a song with me 

Let us lie in the pool of our tears 

Your visible unhappiness, my fear 

My grip so tight on your arm, you sear 

Burn and scotch, I become so near 

To you, my handsome deer 

If you walk away, a car will hit ya

I am not useless 

I am just not useful 

Holding onto you has become less gleeful 

Reminiscing the days, they were beautiful 

No matter the hole inside, I am still insightful 

~

I know you are a bird in need of it’s freedom 

I was taught love is patient, it’s wisdom 

I was never taught to let a king flee its kingdom 

I can’t let you go because you told me I was your queendom. 

I love you because I do love you 

I used to believe you love me but really I have become your flu 

I should be the medicine to your health but I am just the glue 

Sticking you to the floor, next to me, for that’s the cue

To the next song that my heart beat makes to give you a clue 

That your freedom is the death of me because it’s true 

Being in my arms should never feel like imprisonment 

My love for you surpasses the imagination of commitment 

It’s an obsession, due to the incapability to bear my resentment 

That I am weak and you are like my project of development

Until you find means to extricate yourself from me, shall you try to at least smile at my endearment 

I wish you would be here for me like I am been for you 

Be here when we make love like I am to please you 

At least last longer, you know I am ravenous bull 

At least bring me roses because you know red makes me beautiful

What made you stop loving me? 

I love you because through you I love me 

But you are a bird in need of its freedom 

I don’t know how to let go 

Because my love for you is seldom 

Until I learn to let you fly my hopeless bird, 

I will be yours and yours forever. 

So Sing a song with me 

Let us lie in the pool if our tears 

And within a few seconds I will let you fly 

Fly away my love and please do take my heart with you 

As you vacated it and your safest home. 

I own it 

It would be a green ugly lie if I said I always live in reality 

My head is world of gold and fortune 

Sleek and fine 

Haters ashes, scattered in hell

My ashes are diamonds

Pose bitch 

~

I dance

Barely dressed 

My body is a gracious vessel

A fountain of youth 

Bathing in this liquid gold 

My melanin popping

My highlight gold and brighter than your future 

I am owning it 

~

I like giving you something to talk about 

A hegemonic figure of life 

I own every shit I have 

You own that malice, what do you have? 

~

My eyes lascivious 

He said they pierce through his soul, 

My lips thick 

He says they are juicy, 

Cause I am damn owning it 

Own it bitch 

~

Remind haters you the shit, 

The damn queen of your life

Let them play extras

And you be the lead role

My face on everything 

I’ll be your kid’s idol 

Your brother’s crush

Your boyfriend’s fantasy 

Bitch, I am owning it. 

~

All of that glam 

Bad and boujie 

Own it 

Let’s have a laugh 😂 

The internet has no chill man 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 

A Lucky Man’s nightmare 

Darrel was a man who had everything in his life. A high grossing company that had become his holy grail over the years. A beautiful wife, witty and immensely beautiful. Most men used to tell him he was a lucky man to have such a beautiful and loving woman. 

Despite that, Darrel was lucky with the ladies. His wife Roina was aware of this but she had thought it was just rumours.Like  a woman with all the money in the world he decided to hire a spy woman that was going to follow his husband to Las Vegas. He had told her it was a business trip. Normally he would trust her husband’s words, but not after multiply finding women’s objects in his briefcase not after catching him flirting with women and not after he cheated again. 

She sat in the living room and inserted the tape that her spy had filmed everything without him knowing. Roina had told her to have some evidence, so the spy went on and planted some cameras at every surface of the hotel room. 

So as Roina watched, she saw Darrel walk in with two ladies, kissing them. Drowning in the eroticism of two young women princesses eager to please him. One had blonde hair and the other was taller with brown hair. 

Despite the thump her heart made she sipped on her red wine and watched. Watched her husband’s cock being sucked by another blonde woman. The woman was messy and slurping all over him. Spitting on his manhood and rubbing it. She was leering coquettishly at him with a pornstar’s smile while she moaned along with him. She heard the lewd things he was saying to her as she worked his cock while he kissed and sucked on the other’s tits. 

Her heart ached like someone had just stabbed a dagger into it but she wanted to see that when her husband slept with these women, was there an ounce of guilt or not? 

He sat on the white leather sofa and the one that had her tits being savoured by his mouth hopped on and began riding him while the other that was sucking him up climbed the sofa and positioned herself above his face and sitting on it. 

A tear threatened to escape the lids of her eyes as her heart clenched life and serenity out of her. Darrel’s face was her throne. She was the only woman he had to eat like that. She had given herself to Darrel to do what ever he wanted. She dominated her world but submitted to him fully. And there he was having a nobody sit on his face, his tongue pleasing this woman. 

She saw them switch, the girl that had been riding him was now sitting at the upper edge of the sofa, the other with brown hair was now on fours on the sofa eating the blonde one while Darrel ravaged her from behind. She knew that was his favourite position, Fucking her against the edge of the bed, the kitchen island, the sofa, the shower, everywhere and there he was fucking another woman. 

She watched them, roll in their Fucking and each moment she told herself she wasn’t going to cry but her entire body was trembling with immeasurable heartbreak. 

Was it because he always wanted a threesome? She hadn’t said no to that and she had told him she would do it for him, what was it that made him do this to her? With all that she had done for him? 

She continued to sip on her wine like a sane woman that she totally wasn’t. Darrel had never tapped into the crazy side of this woman. So she watched as he fucked both girls and as his orgasm stroked him, she felt the dagger twist in her heart. She trembled just like he spasmed in the video. His moans of pleasure released her tears. They gushed like a river as she closed her eyes. Her heart sunk inside the ocean of pain that she couldn’t hold back the sobs. 

She was a woman with a career, she dedicated herself to this man for a very long time. She had never ever hurt him and but seeing pleasure rather than guilt in his eyes, angered her. 

Darrel was nothing without her and she had to show him that. So she got up and went into the pool house, and turned on all eight gas stoves they had. Then she went into the office and negotiated with the bank that they freeze every bank account. She wanted him to feel all the pain. She had all his millions frozen in the bank, all his credit cards frozen. She went into the kitchen and turned lit the gas stove. She didn’t pack away or anything. She knew he would want to have her arrested but if he dared he would never ever have his money again. All the business money went into the back and once it was in, it was locked in. 

All hers. 

She wore her black 6 inch formal heels and her ritzy black coat, applied her blood red lipstick and some shades. She grabbed her work bag and the files of one of her cases as she was a lawyer. She had to be in court at 12:30am.

So she told her garden boy that she would pay him ten thousand pounds if he gets out of the house lock it then throw in the lighter. 

She drove to the court and while she was defending a criminal her mansion exploded. When her husband rang to tell her about the tragedy she didn’t feign to be hurt. 

She said “I told you once you hurt me again, I will be your biggest nightmare Darrel” she hang up the phone. 


Her words left Darrel gobsmacked standing in front of his burnt down mansion while the firefighters tried to tame the fire. 

In that second he knew, he was a lucky man and his wife was his biggest nightmare. 

The lucky man’s Valentine’s day

He worked hard daily. He would come home extremely knackered and she would not even know what to do. It stripped away their togetherness, their communication and time together as he would come home at 8pm have dinner in bed already because he would be over the top knackered. 

Their love making had fluctuated to maybe once a week, both vigorous beings had suddenly become the most sexually sad people. How had that happen? It was a long story of moving in together and trying to put a roof over their heads. 

So it was on the 14 th of February, the day were the eloquence of love is explored that even if they expressed their love for each other daily, in that day they had to say it like it was a rarity; an expensive beauty that they can’t get enough of. 

Unfortunately, he was working but fortunate enough he was finishing work early. He arrived home and found the house absolutely empty, or at least that’s what he thought. 

Thinking that she was out shopping, he took the stairs to his bedroom and found her sat on the bed. She looked famishing, the red lace body suit brightened her skin, her blond hair was down in curls, her beauty was just extremely astounding. 

“Happy Valentine’s babe” he said grinning from ear to ear as she strolled towards him. 

Despite being in his muddy builder’s uniform, Jennet threw her hands around his neck and kissed him. Lips locked and laced with unconditional love that erupted volcanically inside both’s bodies, eliciting higher levels of their fire. 

“Happy Val, handsome” she greeted with a smile. 

“You are so sexy ” he bit on his bottom lip his hands caressing his wife’s lithe but fit figure. 

“I want to spend more time with you today. I want you to rest and then Fuck me all night. So first of all, I have prepared a bath for you” she said pulling his hand into the bath. She had ran a bubble bath and added some fresh scented candles, some wine and some red rose petals on the bubbles and on the floor. 

“This looks amazing” he complimented kissing her lips before he stripped off his clothes. He got into the bath and she sat on  the closed toilet chamber. They conversated until his water was cold. The bathroom was boisterous with mirthful laugher while he relaxed and rested in his bath. 

For the first time in a long time they fell in love all over again. They hadn’t had the longest conversation in a long time, the constant coquettish teasing and the hot  compliments. Mostly it was how she just sat there and watched him bath while they spoke. Normally they would have a bath together but there was something aesthetically pleasing about the way she had not joined him. 

After his bath, she had prepared some scented oils to give him a full body massage, to relax every part of him. To make him feel at home and after that she had cooked his favourite meal and prepared Wanted their all time favourite film. They weren’t the notebook type. 

He laid on the space and she played some soft music at the back ground. They continued with their conversation while she began working on his chest first. Just her hands gliding on his body, massaging and relaxing every muscle. 

His stiff arm muscles relaxed as her fingers massaged him. She turned him around and worked on his back. She was not a professional but she had tried to learn what Korey loved the most. 

She turned him over again, fully aware of his hard on but both continuing with their conversation catching up and making holiday plans while he also complemented her dexterity.   

Then she began gliding her hands between his thighs, adding more oil and massaging around his groin, fully ignoring his cock. This time the conversation had morphed into some hums and pleading moans. She massaged around the crotch but never touching him. She was taking her time too. 

She leaned down and kissed from his torso, her lips lingered on his skin, moved gracefully slow expressing her passion for him. Then he shuddered when she finally grasped the hungry cock. She stroked it gently slow while she kissed around his crotch area, kissing his balls and his inner thigh while she continued stroking gently. 

There were no words said, just the body talking. She brought her kisses to his cock. Kissed from the base coming up to the bulbous tip where she then enveloped it into the warmth of her mouth. 

She didn’t everything slowly and romantically, she teased with her tongue and then pulled away and went back to massaging his thighs while she caressed her lips against the shaft, her breath warm against his shaft. He would cum just from that. 

She licked his shaft from the bottom to the top, slowly and sophisticatedly. He grunted loving the torment. Then she grasped it and drove it onto her mouth. Her lips were tight around his girth, sliding down his shaft the head hitting at her throat before she even reach the base of it. But that didn’t hinder her, she drove him deeper. Deeper into her mouth, down to her throat and fought her gag reflexes. 

She kept him there for desirable seconds then withdrew and spat on it, drizzling her saliva like she was dressing it with a sweet sauce. Then she took him into her mouth yet again, used her hand to stroke him up and down while her tongue licked and flicked circles and mixed movements on the head. 

Pre-cum pleased her taste buds and she knew he wasn’t far off but she wasn’t into Fucking him with her mouth. She ought to make love to him, with her mouth. So she sucked on him. Not too fast and not too slow but just good enough to drive him crazy. She salivated as her pussy quivered seeking attention. 

But she paid all her attention to him, massaged his balls with her oiled up fingers making the slide through her grip as she sort of squeezed them and played with them while her mouth pleasures him. 

He was becoming harder and harder, turgid and begging to cum. 

“I want you to cum into my mouth Korey” she told him as she covered his shaft with her mouth and stroked him up and down fast this time while her other hand worked his set of balls. 

He lost control and gave into her romance, his pistol shot bullets of love inside her mouth and she swallowed it all, his body had never felt so alive the way it had at that time. 

She hadn’t bought him anything, she had simply provided something he didn’t think he needed. Quality time, his favourite meal relaxed with her in his arms, watching a film together followed by an all night Fuck filled with a myriad of love making. 

He was a lucky man and lucky to have a woman who knew what he needed before he even knew he needed it. 

“I love you Jennet” they had come from their fourth or fifth ecstasy at five in the morning. 

“I will always love you more Korey” she said kissing him and folding into his arms. 

Happy Valentine’s everyone!