some celebs just dont mind

incase u dont recognise these celebs. thats my sexy chikala, lil kim and the suprisingly hatless T-pain. yo faya!

i'm coming...... to update my kay's series oh

also...this new template is here, u aren't in the wrong place. enuf of looking at scofield's sexy face.

as for the adult content notification, i dont want to offend anyone. my recent posts may be offensive racially, emotionally and if u visualize what i write. but really, these are just the things an average shawty goes thru.

i may change but i remain a very good girl.

happy loving blogsville.

Kay's journey had a genesis!

(legit introduction of adult content)

i have tried finishing this post a couple of times but i cudnt get past the title. this was my first encounter with kay a couple of mths ago. i think i need to start his story from fresh before i write the latest long awaited post. sorry, the previous post was not an intended teaser.

Kay, this was when he was my crush!

my first sexual encounter with him was spontaneous. i got to a party and i saw him. we were so excited to see each other and danced together for 1 min. so short a dance. i was all over him in my mind. we coincidentally left at the same time and bade farewell to some friends. after the party, he invited me to his room to dance some more. My gut hinted that there was more to the invitation but i hoped for the best. some sexy temptation. what else was there to do anyway on a day with beautiful weather? we got to his room, which was so clean and i liked him more for that. everything, so simple, was kept in place. i asked for a drink and he gave me a bottle w/out a cup. at least, to be ladylike, i asked for a cup. he told me to juggle it. i did so, reignited my naija gulping skills and excused his lack of cup for his college kid status. he turned some music from his laptop and asked me for a dance.
"I like slow songs," he stretched forth his hand. i stood up. little did i know that he actually had ulterior motives. i was nervous and it showed cos i put my hands, in tight fists, on his chest.
"Relax," Kay said.
I mumbled something and synced with him in his slow dance.
then, Kay accelerated the dance to grinding. yeah, the reason for the slow music. from my previous posts, u must think i grind a lot. nope! i just happen to be around the activity's lovers. He arched me against a corner of his room walls and finished me. it was in that position that he started kissing me.

Like a supposedly gentleman, he took me to his bed and laid me there. all clothes were still on. kay turned off the lights and i started thinking today na today. He enjoys variety. I learnt this cos he turned me on the bed in different styles. how can one have so much pleasure only from smooching and caressing? i kinda did. well, that was what i thought. oh Kay, he took me up from the bed and urged to sit on his lap while he was seated on a chair. I tot that was becoming to get intense. i cud feel his pkg thru his jeans. yes, i was actually doing something well. we were still kissing. holy molly! from nowhere i had a rethink. wtf are u doing with this guy, naija shawty? this is some fulfilling mistake.
I started to restrain from the entire ish. he noticed but persisted.
"ummm, let's stop," i muttered.
he opened his eyes and continued but i backed out.
we stood up and straightened our clothes.
i was on my way out when he asked, "Did you come with anything?"
"I remember coming here with you," I replied.
he giggled and got me from the back with his pkg when i was about to open the door.
well, he does not relent.
"you are too much," I concluded with that and walked out.
oh, he didnt accompany me to my room. well, he is not my bf or date.
but i left there with an assertion, "I AM NOT A WEEKEND JUMPOFF but that was some sweetass makeout."

Kay was actually more immature than i thought. considering the fact that 80% of our friends were mutual, we were definitely gonna cross paths and i wasnt not gonna make the situation awkward. the next nite, i saw him at the cafeteria but we were seated at dfferent tables. two days lera, oh yeah. it was a monday. we crossed paths as i was entering the building he was coming out from. our eyes met and our lips were compelled to mouthread 'HI'.

how much more can this get? i tolly made sure he didnt make the ish awkward and we do not have to xplain some ish to any mutual friend. same monday, i saw him at lunch. we were seated at opposite ends of the table with other friends. i was on the phone with some intl caller thruout. Kay kept stealing glances at me. i felt them w/out looking up. I raised my head once and caught his eye. we smiled. the type of smile that read 'i know what you did last weekend.'

yeah, we reverted to like nothing never happened till this last monday, when the latest ish occured.

ps: i will post the second encounter soon.

Happy loving blogsville!

blame it on the ********

i am allergic to boredom. but after many attacks, i am becoming resistant to it. last nite, the damn thing struck again. i decided to cook and utilize my culinary skills. after that, i turned on the TV and TNT was showing Time Out. goddamnit! i had watched it before. in an effort to resist boredom, i went on my lappie. u know what u do randomly now. chill pple, i dont mean porn.

lo and behold, some hot asian chick came to my rum to ask if i wanted to go to a nearby white frat house. yo mehn! NAIJA SHAWTY had nothing better to do. we are talking like 12:05am here. we got to the frat, went to a room, saw some homies. few people actually. 4 girls, 8 guys. check out the balance. mehn, i friggin love when demand is greater than supply to my advantage. lets the games begin. we were just drinking, taking pictures and talking for long abt nothing. naija shawty doesnt get wasted. besides, i diluted my shit with cranberry. but pseudo-drunkenness is kinda my specialty.

then, music came on. we started shaking what our mamas gave us. did i mention i was the only black chic versus 5 black guys, who i know very well. i was like shet! Kay from my previous post
wasnt there. but another guy was. lemme name him Zee. Zee is so swit, shy, intelligent. most of all, he dances like real smooth. i mean he's got some grinding skills. u know how Banky W was doing his ish in Capable(remix), that's similar to Zee's style. as usual, the first 2 guys that approach me at parris are not my type. so, i was just fronting for them. deliver me from fronting.

then, Zee came along. i was like yo! is he really? cos he is kinda shy. but it was for reals pple. grinding now started. we were sha bringing it on like no one was looking. whatever is worth doing, is worth doing well jare. as i described, Zee knows how to do his ish and sync with his woman. other couples vanished or maybe ended their dancing biz. only Zee, the makeshift DJ and I were left in the room. i was thinking like dayummmmm. today na today, u no go escape. but Zee started taking things to the other level. i consider some parts of my body my own, better still my significant other's. even though, i dont have an SO atm and i dont think Zee is looking for anything serz but just wants to have fun. maybe i encouraged him to go intense. i still dunno why i unconsciously flirt with them guys but i've got my limits.

we moved to some other parts of the frat house. did party ish again. then the two white girls, who were like bffs took their shirts off and urged some guys to do so. mehn! the parrri got hotter but u know naija shawty was already in shorts and lowcut flowing top. what else shud i strip. as if that wasnt enuf? the two white girls started making out with each other. like live ppple! mehn, all them black homies, who are my buddies remember?, were like naija shawty 'can u saw what i am sawing?'. that was the highlight of the nite. almost 3am, shawty wanted to head back. but the parri was still on point. i became the DJ for some time sef. gave the "Pop Champagne", "Calibria", "Boom Boom Pow." The dancers were feeling my jamz jo.

more ish happened mehn, cant remember so well. but what can I say, "I friggin' love college."

the caliente of this summer kwa. something serious.

PS. e be like say Kay don vex, i havent seen his shadow since the phonecall episode. next time, no fronting lol. but mehn, we talking abt 3 more mths. time dey.

happy loving, blogsville>

wkend was on point

so dis gist is not something new out of the blues but naijashawty doesnt get to gbedu every wkend like dis abeg. i just sent my Cv and cover letter that i have been writing forever for some position rise next semester. so from my previous post of fashion show, you know dat was a thursday. mehn, friday was so beautiful asper spring arrival. everyone in skimpy shorts and colorful tops on the hill. the bad tin now is dat, hot bodies are just everywhere. i will try to hit the gym more than 3x times a wk now. this kind competition for tiny waist is not a small thing on campus oh.

haha, i dint even go out that friday nite, lazy me plus i tot the party was dominated by chincos, u know drinking and crackn dry jokes. anywoos, saturday came and trust ur babe to be on point with my freakum black dress. serzly, i dint expect the nite to be so happening. there was some upperclassman party i was invited to. i just had some jelly shots. on gettin there the place was empty but there were two other parties on that str, one next door and the oda down the str. kai, competition! i found my square roots sha and went to d parrie down the road.

voila, it was my chem lab partner's bday party. she's hispanic but many blacks were. before i cud scan the room some girl punched me bcos she was stylishly grinding. sorry humping. u know it wasnt even the hand but the leg. the guy had carried her on his laps. put her her on the ground with her legs in the air and was chuking her serzly. me, have not seen that kind tin before only on tv. but there is always a first time.

me i started to break it down with some friends. then, this cute thick latino boy in my math class started to dance with me. action part 1. then series of shit happened mehn. i even pretended to be drunk one time then this yakified yoruba boy started talkn to me. me i was just fronting like i dint know him tho we have crossed each other's parts a gazillion times. i think i was the only sober person there cos some girl was even grinding a boy with her skirt up and her shiny red pant showing. tu fia kwa for pple. the dj was on point sha. i remembered when he played 'all the single ladies', see hot girls durty whining on the stage floor. its not gud to be single oh. see stress u ahve to go thru to get a gud husband.

nways, i left for my rum at 3pm and crashed til 10am this morning. back to the books mehn

my lovely blogreaders, lemme go check whats happening in the outer blogsville world.

ciao