FERT

Human of Lagos "When she appeared in the living room that evening, I took her to the other room. In this room I have my bed. She sat on the edge of the bed, as I got unclad showcasing my round and protruding belly before her. I moved towards her as I'm used to, grabbing her neck with my hands and then thrusting my tongue into her mouth. We kissed longingly, as I gently laid her on the bed. She held on to my third leg pulling and stroking it upward like a solid cucumber. Undressing her was erotical and like a good shepherd, she led me to her erogenous spots. Willingly she spread her legs and then pulled my head to her Bermuda's triangle. My lips sucked at her V. My tongue searched inward for her G-spot while my fingers caressed her nipples. She moaned longingly. She took my P in her mouth with the tip of my shaft gratefully throbbing in the warmth of her tongue. My balls bounced in her soft tendered fingers as she stroked them, giving me quavering delight. My eyes l...

Humans of Lagos "My unforgettable moment of city-life was when my family was in a co-tenancy situation with an old and unmarried religious woman whose denomination believed their living is "deeper". So on this particular day while I was away; she brought two members of the Nigerian Police Force to arrest me. And when the law enforcers didn't see me, she asked that they arrest my wife with our new born. She had paid them a bribe to carry out the arrest! According to her, my offence was that I appeared in her dreams, intercoursing her. Luckily for me, my wife was not arrested. And when I got home and heard about it, I headed to the police station. I gave the police officers money to follow me to arrest a woman who was using my pictures in her masturbation. They arrested her, they collected money to bail her warning her to desist from using my images for masturbation. Now, that's not the end of the story. My wife got angry about the whole issue, she mad...

Humans of Lagos "Little things count. I'm not disciplined, and I know it. I'll plan spending twenty minutes on surfing the web for my assignments, but I'll end up sitting in front of my internet connected computer for hours. I'll surf for the current events and happenings and gist, then migrate to sports, and then finally settles for the strong X-rated content. I get so addicted to the X-rated content that I get exhausted and eventually starts my new days on a weak note. I'm ridiculous like that. © FERT, 2016

Humans of Lagos "I'm sad. I initially associated my unhappiness with my inability to make money, but then money came in - Through Ponzi schemes, real time hustle and with the spirit of not giving up. But my sadness has persisted in spite of my wealth. I turned to sex. Dating and engaging in endless coitus with women of diverse races, yet my sadness was not alleviated. I just succeeded in getting STIs. Then I thought smoking and drinking would fix my unhappiness. I began smoking so much with the illusion of building an atmosphere of joy. I take liquor to stupor with the hope of forgetting the sorrow that wrestles deep inside. I partied very hard to tap into the happiness I think I sensed in others or to drown the rage that is brewing in me for not feeling what I thought they feel. Still, I am hollow. With my money, I can euthanized myself through several painless assisted suicide if I can convince the euthanasia institutions that I have a terminal disease. I should jus...