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Intimate Trust
Crave, Whimper, Harder, please.
Tangle, Fistfuls, Hair like reins.
Grip, Choke, Ensnare my throat.
Intimate, Seductive, Unravel in pure trust.
Control, Command, Show no mercy.
Damn.
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#writing#my writing#poetry#original poem#sextry#sexetry#desire#passion#trust#intimacy#smut poem#spilled lust#typography#words typed#typed words#word art#EKW#smut#smutty
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as some of you may know...... i quit my job recently and one of the (many) things i'm trying to get to do for a living is make indie visual novels
i'm making my first short game for a yaoi game jam and just posted a tiktok of my progress so far, so if anyone is interested pls support me by watching and liking the video <3
#i'm sorry to be this person lmaofawjl;ekw#indie game dev#idk should i tag this???#visual novel#yaoi#ok lol i'm done bye
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LUKE MOTHERFUCKING SCHENN GOAL
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LadiPOE – Ekwe ft. Adekunle Gold
Listen to a New Song By LadiPOE – Ekwe ft. Adekunle Gold. LadiPOE – Ekwe ft. Adekunle Gold MP3 Download Audio. Talented Act and songwriter, LADIPOE bounces back on the music scene With a Potential Hit single titled “Ekwe”. Adekunle Gold makes a guest appearance on LADIPOE’s song “Ekwe”. The new single serves as a follow up to his previously heard single titled, “Compose ft. Taves”. The song…
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IT’S KILLJAM XXX, THE FIGHTING GAME FOR YOUR EARS!
Faustina’s a Disaster Bi with 600 confirmed kills.
Bellamy’s a ruthless Trans Masc with a robot arm.
Together, they’re going to take over the world of KILLJAM.
Life isn’t easy in San Malvado - the future megacity where murder is legal, loan sharks take body parts as repayments, and amoral corporations rule. It’s also the hometown of KILLJAM - the televised death game where women with cybernetic enhancements and Gene Mod superpowers battle it out for fame, riches, and glory. And there’s no Jammer more famous than EKW’s Faustina Fetamine.
But a scandal and a knife in the back from Faustina’s vindictive boss turns her life upside down. Now she’s at rock bottom with the mother of all targets on her back, and the only one who can help is her new manager - the cynical, streetwise Bellamy Pink. Can the unlikely duo beat the odds, with the help of a charming British thief, a dorky reptile scientist, and a wealthy snake MILF, or will they just end up another pair of KILLJAM casualties?
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Oiled
Slick, Silky, Smooth— Oil glistens on your skin, Bare skin kissed by gentle hands.
Tense shoulders relax, Deep breath in And out.
Fingers slide down, Trace hip bones, Then oh so close, Down the inner thigh.
But as fingers pass by, A twitch of your member, A shiver runs from head To cock— Sweet, Supple, Sensational
Eyes closed, Steady breath in And out.
Just the tip Of fingers tickle, Trail up from legs To groin, Stomach, Chest, Down the arms.
My chest now brushing Your stiff erection, Senses heightened, Heartbeat quickens— Silence.
Heavy hands Glide down your body, Seductive, Sensual, Stimulating, Fingers surround your girth, And oiled strokes heave up and down.
Body tense, Quick breaths in and out.
Curled toes And head thrown back. Fistfuls of sheet And gasps of air, Beg for release— Sigh, Surrender, Sultry.
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Vielleicht einfach ein Bild für die Krise des Kapitalismus?
Übrigens steht NICHT an JEDER Ecke ein Einkaufswagen. In den Einfamilienhaus/Doppelhaushälften-Stadtteilen werden zwar auch EKW mit nach Hause genommen. Aber da ist deutlich mehr Platz, um sie so abzustellen, dass die Nachbarn sie nicht sehen. Und sie werden gebraucht. Um Gartengeräte zu transportieren oder Laub oder Grünschnitt. Infolge der dauerhaften Aneignung kann man also von (versuchtem) Diebstahl sprechen.
Wo die Menschen ohnehin auf kleinerer Fläche leben, bieten sich Gehweg und Straße als Abstellfläche an. Es ist weniger Besitz vorhanden, der kann auf der vorhandenen Fläche untergebracht werden. Hier ist es also bestenfalls eine Entführung.
Bitte mal nachdenken, dann seid ihr schlauer als die berichtenden Journalisten.
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I am Igbo. I am proud of who we are. I love Nigeria. I love the best of her people and the many strengths. I love what she can be. But dear compatriots, I will not apologise to anyone who thinks that my success is a threat.
WALK WITH ME
I am Igbo. Go to Onitsha. Go to Aba. Go to Alaba. Go to Kano and see wealthy men who brag about how many millionaires they had minted in the course of their lives more than how many millions they personally had. Millionaires who sold the same things o. Competing with their former masters. Taking on more competitors will create more competitors over and over. Does it destroy the master? No! This is a mastery over greed that is not found elsewhere in the entire world. I am Igbo. And I am graciously proud!
My ancestors were the ones who in 1803 walked into the Pacific rather than be slaves. That legendary spirit is mine to claim. Every Igbo man has a personal god, his Chi. My success is determined by how much I want it. Not by obstacles. Not by what people call impossible. Not by how rich or poor my father was. Not by avoiding danger. But by a simple agreement between me and my Chi. “Onye kwe, Chi ya ekwe”. If you believe, your personal god will validate it.
I am Igbo, I was raised this way. To create success and share it without begrudging our neighbours and our hosts. We will teach our host’s children our way of life if they would rise above their suspicions. We don’t mind a Yoruba or Hausa boy-boy or Edo. We only ask that the person be smart and dependable. We are not particular about kings or queens. We don’t want to be your king. We don’t do very well with them. Before the white man we barely had any kings. A child who came of age had the right to speak in a village meeting when it was his turn. No one could stop them.
The community came together to build houses for each other. People who were struggling were supported and those who had lost children or had none were lent children for their farms. When my ancestors saw that education was good, they contributed to sending the village's brightest to school. Even people whose own children were Olodo happily contributed to other people’s children. Do you know why? We believed that a child belonged to everyone. I am Igbo. I will not apologise.
In those days we had leaders who were chosen purely on what they could do. Nothing was hereditary. Even the chief priest was chosen by the spirits from kindred to kindred, without a set pattern. Basically, we don’t want to rule in your land. We want to build wealth. Again we’re happy to share. We will build schools, hospitals, and markets without a single prejudice. Everyone is welcome. And no, we don’t only go to already-made cities. We particularly love to do virgin lands and make decent towns out of them.
I am sure there are many things for which you can be proud of your ancestors. I know a few because I try to educate myself. I will celebrate them with you. Your art & culture - ancient & modern. The warrior spirit of your ancestors. Their industry. I celebrate them all. I dare suggest that if other Nigerian ethnicities who prefer political power understood Igbos, they would rule forever and Igbos wouldn’t mind. Any Igbo will tell you: Provide a level playing field, and promote law and order and Igbo will largely ignore politics.
Let me reiterate. We don’t do well with kings and queens. Respect is earned not inherited. That’s how we see it. We only hate injustice with a terrible passion. How do you think the boy-boy system is sustained? If you don’t “settle” your boy, or skimp on how much, nobody will beat you, but you won’t be able to live down the shame. You will forever be known as the riffraff that doesn’t “settle” his boys. Just like that, your respect is gone. When a child who has “washed” his hands is chosen over you, your pariah status is sealed.
You may resist and ask, “What about Igbo governors? How come they do Ndị Igbo dirty and get away with it?” The answer is simple. No one chose them. They’re imposed with guns every election cycle. They are vassals of Abuja. Free and fair elections and none of these clowns will smell that seat. If not for the guns, even a small child will walk up to them and tell them that they’re full of crap. Ideally, everyone can speak. From the drunk to the village madman. You’re allowed to laugh at their craziness but you’re not allowed to silence them. “Mba nụ. Ị bụ Chi ya?” No! Are you his God? They commune with the spirits. So once in a while, they say things that save the community.
But a Peter Obi can live in Onitsha & walk into the market with little or no escort. Why? He embodies the best of us. His attitude is what our forefathers built over thousands of years. Industry without excessive greed. A peaceful man with grit and a truckload of bravery. Someone who pursues justice for all and uses public money for the public good. I am Igbo and I am happy to emulate the best of you. If it is a thing of value we will adopt it and we expect that as we are willing to share, you will extend us the same hand. But even if you decided not to teach us, we only need to see it to learn.
I know this is what gives you pause and whips up fears that we want to take over. Let me assure you that we wish to build a bigger market to accommodate all of us. Please let us try it our way. Our competition is not winner-takes. We share. We enrich. We make it better. I am Igbo, my mantra is “O je mba enwe ilo”. The traveller mustn’t make enemies. I expect that you will not understand me. But I believe that this is not your burden. So I learn your ways. Teach my children your language. Learn your customs and obey your laws. Stop trying to crush my spirit. You will fail. My spirit is my gift to Nigeria. It is rare on all earth. I don’t know how NOT to compete. I can’t accept being less than others. I can’t be enslaved.
Because I am Igbo & all I have to do is believe and my Chi will validate it.
#NigeriaDeservesBetter #AfricaDeservesBetter
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Cool Dj D1 – Naija Last Quarter 2024 Mixtape Vol. 2
This Mixtape Is Loaded With New Released & Captivating Songs With Percussion Flavor That Will Make You Groove All Day. Cool Dj Dj is known for HIs Smooth & Seemless Transition Of Any Genre Of Music. Don’t Miss Out On This One, Download To Enjoy For This Yelutide Season 31. Balloranking – Zero Pa Anthem 32. Wizkid – Bend 33. Ladipoe, Adekunle Gold & Kel P – Ekwe 34. Lil Kesh ft. Fireboy DML &…
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