The Authorpreneur

Today I Rant The stuffs women go through just for a piece of cock. It never ceases to amaze me. Women are losing their humanity, sanctity and sanity for a slice of dick. Worse...a half done one for that matter. If you get to see the man they are selling their souls to the devil for, you will be gobsmacked. A piece of flesh even the devil would reject. The devil is disappointed...he thinks you lot could have done better with your soul. But...well, he has no choice... anything for a soul. The irony is that the men, these same men that have been labelled dogs, heart breakers, pigs etc... They can't even do one quarter of the sacrifices women pay to be worthy of them. They wouldn't even lick their semen to see you survive They would rather use your pant and see you mad just to be rich enough to funk another piece of ass A bigger one! Isn't it hilarious? These past few days I have seen several videos of women performing atrocious acts of voodoo ...

Why I quit smoking weed The last time I smoked weed was October 2019 So my boss asked me to accompany the company's driver and deliver our goods worth millions with an escort We were travelling from Port Harcourt to Lagos. We then used one of our buses and filled it up with the materials and goods. We were three in front. The driver, me in the middle and the escort. Then we got to Ore and stopped for a break. I went to one corner and brought out my stash. I settled down, wrapped my thing and after some seconds I just dey smoke my weed jejely dey whistle I'm not afraid by Eminem. I had just taken only three drags when suddenly someone touched me from the back and I jumped up. "Stop there, don't move or I shoot!" I turned in shock and almost shit my pants. It was our escort and he was laughing as he took a seat beside where I was just sitting. "I think say you be hard man." He said I eyed him suspiciously and my mind calm d...

My lips may be shy And my tongue holy But my fingers are no saints Like my hands, they love their sin And together they outnumber 10, My fingers are eleven Bringing all past the gates of heaven And seeking for what is sweeter when closed but isn't theirs Las las they are not afraid of finding temptation In the end, with poetry they lead temptation, making a saint out of even the devil. Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne