TBP’s Diary 26/01/2013 (Last Diary Confession I Guess)

Dear Diary,

I’m afraid today didn’t begin well because my older brother prevented me from carrying-out my daily exercise on Mr. P with some good sweet wanking. Not that he told me not to do so or anything. He just appeared to be in the same room with me because he paid me a visit last night and slept over. There was certainly no way I could have stroked myself with him on the same bed you know?? When I’m not like #Oomf….*lips sealed*. That dude is just something else!

Anyway, be rest assured I attended to Mr. P’s needs as soon as my bro left later this morning. I did so with some festish porn starring Kelly Madison. You know her right? She’s the pretty white lady with the big jugs. She’s been featuring in pornflicks since I discovered the realm of pornography and I wonder just how many cocks have actually been inside her…..Very PLENTY I think!.........*sigh*

Anyway, something amusing happened when I took my bro out to eat at a local restaurant not far from my new crib. I met a new perv repping #TeamPerv (Local), Challenge Division…Lolz. The guy’s a local #TeamPerv mate because he don’t know nothing about speaking English. He spoke only pure, raw and thick Yoruba throughout the time that my brother and I spent there eating rice, dodo with beef and pure water.

This nigga, while brother and I forked our food, kept telling the owner of the canteen; who was obviously from Ibadan by her accent that he had no money on him to pay for the meal he was eating but that…..WAIT FOR IT….but that he was willing to pay in kind. Can you believe that shit??? His words – “Ewo, emi o lowo lowo o! Se ema gba kin sanwo ninu ile?”…meaning “Look, I don’t have money on me o! Will you allow me pay you inside your house?” Shiiiiidddd….That guy was obviously charming in a razz way because much to my distaste, he kept the woman blushing and smiling like an idiot. She didn’t respond or even seem upset one bit by her customer’s comments and I suspected that the guy had most likely pounded her pussy before. I mean, shit only seemed logical and made sense that way. You can’t talk sexual nonsense to a female without a negative reaction unless if she secretly wants you to lay her or you’ve already laid her. That’s my opinion. Plus when this dude was done eating, he kept saying “Oya, eje ka wole ninu yara kin sanwo mi”…meaning “Let’s go into your room so that I can pay for my meal”. Mayne, that guy sure had guts boasting in front of us strangers about his familiarity with madam’s vagina. Anyway, I must confess I was truly entertained throughout my brief period eating there even though no one actually went into any room to do ‘that thing’.

Now, Dear Diary, I hope you’re not upset about the bracket part of my post title? Please don’t be. When I created you, I had in mind an avenue to update my blog on a daily basis. However, this diary thing ain’t really working for me. As in…I’m not just feeling it. I’m so so sorry. I gotta quit you now and go back to telling my regular sexual stories. I think I’ll be contented with having a proper story here on a weekly basis at the least than some personal mumbo-jumbo everyday, which just might bore my readers. Please understand and don’t be offended. Who knows, we just might get to relate again. Goodbye ehn? Till whenever!


Yours truly,

That Bloody Pervert