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HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU FUCKED?
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HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU FUCKED? Im told honesty is a bit much to ask for in this site.If you cant tell the truth don't bother answering this question for me How many people have you slept with?both men and women i guess i have to answer first.. men-i cant say with certainity but it btwn 40-50 women-13 your turn Xtina |
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6/26/2007 5:19 am |
Mhhh!! haven't been taking statistics but range 28-30....and will be growing 
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6/26/2007 5:19 am |
I don't want to be honest, so I'll shut up.
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I get so horny and would love to fuck every sexy and beautiful piece of ass I prefer BSX gals so we can have 3somes
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6/26/2007 6:00 am |
I don't want to be honest, so I'll shut up.  mhhh ....a stunner perhaps??
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stud work it up....ANEX comeon..let us know
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6/26/2007 6:54 am |
Stud, kenyan nympho, in private you will know all. *mysterious voice*
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6/26/2007 7:18 am |
Stud, kenyan nympho, in private you will know all. *mysterious voice* and am impressed
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6/26/2007 7:23 am |
stud work it up....ANEX comeon..let us know
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ADRILL,so you now profess to know what i have and havent had?grow up,thats the kind of narrow-mindedness that's not acceptable in my blog.
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Over a hundred and only age slows me..women that is.
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6/27/2007 7:46 am |
Slept with 136 women...I think...(Thats 7.1578 women per year since I was 14 years old) Slept with 2 men (Thats 0.1052 men per since I was 14)
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6/27/2007 10:41 pm |
When I was younger I couldn't get any....now am older, I can't find the time!! Damn shame!
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6/28/2007 12:10 am |
Past 50...i stopped taking count
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7/2/2007 2:04 am |
Does the little lasies in class 5,6, 7, with just buds for tits and ever dry fannies (either not yet able to lubricate, or, we didnt know, what the hell that counted for as long as we could say we fucked them) count. should we count the house gals(our mothers' and our own) we screwed in the bathroom at night, the neighbourhood house gals leaned on their bosses perimeter walls as they came from buying milk for tomorrows breakfast from the neigbourhood Kiosk, or the bar maids in the toilet when thoroughly drank you wouldnt remember who exactly it is you fucked or if you did save for the supriss rash on the tip of your man hood in the morning. Perhaps we could leave out the ugliest neigbourhood gals (the very fat, smelly bitch with a statter, that even her own brothers disassociate themselves from) can we leave out .. whats her name, shit picked her up from F2 or was it Karumaindo? guess she thought I had money, damn she could really fuck, or should we only count the nice gals, the ones thats okey to fuck?
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7/4/2007 2:41 am |
Lylywa: I guess all! From the class 5 lassies with dry fannies, the class teacher in primo who would have been arrested in this day and age, the mboch we just had to run to from boarding school during half term, the neighbourhood gals in shags, the neighbour no one spoke to, the campus chick known as "wapewe" (gave all and sundry), the very many campus chicks who would get laid on vodka and spliff (this would be considered drugging) and then throw up on the bed, the ones we paid, the ones who paid, the "never again sympathy fucks", the "charity fucks", the ones we don't want to be seen with, I guess all!!!
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7/4/2007 3:28 am |
slept with like 488 women since i discovered the power of my dick.And imagine up to know its still demanding.............
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7/4/2007 1:26 pm |
I'll be honest, from the chic around the corner to the neighbour who didn't know what porn was, to the chic you pick up at night and not remember her name in the morning! Not counting the number in campus that we went on "trips" with to the coast!! and the secretaries in the office block that we work, till the day they all talked to each other and had to change jobs! To finally the chic dancing on a poll at Liddos!!!. Many I would say!....but always safe! ALWAYS!!
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7/4/2007 10:01 pm |
I tremble Icarious, I fear, You would intend me to say, and do so in a public forum, on the courage of a thin promise of anynomity about the mama mboga at the neigberhood corner kiosk, her of the dirty smelly heavy pull over cold or hot, with long protruding teeth at around 10.30 a.m every day for like 3 weeks except saturday and sundays, who dispites her looks is among the best fucks I have ever had, screamed like a real whore, grinded her powerful hips, arching her back always trying to get an extra inch of the dick more than was possible, and when she came it was always in a flood, warm, long every muscle convulated, completely out of this world, then stiffen for like 30 seconds holding, nah, grasping you with everything she had, your dick in a vice grip, for 30 agonizing, sweet seconds, 30 seconds when everything stopped, completely, then her loud short sharp exhale when muscles would relax slowly, my dic would get slow relief within which process I would get my secong orgasm, short, sharp and extremely draining. the quick dressing, the return of the smell of the unwashed, over worn pull over. the quick looking of who might be on the street, the walking back home in shame and the promises that I will never fuck her again (the kind of promises we give ourselves when the dicks are down) the knowing that come tomorrow at around 10.30 I will be walking the same road, muttering under my breath the same protestations. This you would have me tell Icarious and Co?
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7/4/2007 11:23 pm |
Lylywa: Treat us dude! It is a sex site afterall!
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7/7/2007 2:09 am |
lylywa, I've never seen this part of you... you impress me now, and yet, you kept yourself hidden for such a long time. I like a person who writes well, and it seems you do. Yet you hide. Why?
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7/9/2007 12:25 am |
Icarius, so sexyso nice (man change this name, its long and I feel wierd calling a jamaa- so sexy)  , and Anex. (Not necessarily in that order). Thanxs for your kind words. One day, may be one day, I will gather the caurage to speak, then I will.Laziness is one of the reoson for not blogging - SoSo, you recall the blog, you started about people being quiet, you forgot to monitor it, anfd therein a really pissed woman? That there is my fear. Or maybe am not very original, I may be a reactor, rather than an actor, preying on the originality of others. But one day, one day I will speak. Anex.Icarious, you guyz are in a world of your own, when it comes to writting. SoSo you should write some more, I appreciate your precense though.
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7/9/2007 12:31 am |
Which side pray thee did you see earlier? 'and yet I hide, why?' good question some thrive in the glow of the cameras, the public intercourse, adoration and applause, others find fulfillment in the shadows, watching, learning, directing- where possible, but not the publication. I wonder which side of this divide I fall in? (tried to find something smart to say, didnt find any, would you be kind enough to do that for me? Pliz?)
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7/9/2007 12:35 am |
Last post, to Anex.
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7/19/2007 1:22 am |
Icarius,you would have me tell you about my encounter in Kawangware? about this chick who worked in a neihbouring office block?. who I guess must have been a tea girl due to the number of times we collided on the street around the kiosk, me buying a smoke and her milk, or bread, or tissue, or something else. Her who the first thing you noted were her huge knockers that were in a perpetual state of riot, always looking like they were trying to break free from the confines of the thin clothing and bra restraining them. Her who had a proper luyha butt, which nobody noted because the boobs sucked and commanded every one who dared look. she of a plane face. Her who carried, nah, wore an aura of sex around her. her every movement being a call, a challenge, a summon to climb her. her who I guess was used to men fearing answering that call on account of traditional approach. she who in the course of collission on the street to the kiosk we started talking, and flirting, me very discretly because wainaina, the kiosk propriator always had something nasty to say about her and her perceived sexuality, her publicly for she didnt mind. Icarius should I speak of the call at around 6.00 p.m that proclaimed 'come to my place today' should I confess the excitement akeen to panic that this summon triggered. My waiting for her at the bus stop, our entering another bus, the bus being a number 46, my not thinking of where we were going, but what I was going to do? My alarm when we alighted at Kawangware, my fear when we crossed the road and moved deeper and deeper into the slum, my panic, dry throat and loud heart beat with every 'sasa xxxx' from the guys leaning on the walls of shanty shops, who I thought were looking more at my shoes that at her. The turning of my tummy due to the number of 'man man', 'Karish', 'Irosh'and 'Oti', she seemed to greet, who all looked like they have just recently been released from prison. My joy of finally hearing, 'here we are'. the return of the fear when I saw us entering an iron sheet cubicle, from where I could hear the neighbour on the right describing to 'his' gal a near miss incidence with the Police earlier in town, and how he is contemplating going up country for a while until things cool down. the hearing of the neighbour on the left being encouraged by Bob Merly to defy the 'babylon system'. (my thinking, could it just occur to this fella that am part of the 'babylon' system?, or the near miss police encounter with police chap that am a police informer, msororaji as they would call me in ungwaro?) SoSo would you like to hear that when I wanted to go to the toiet for a short call, that miss big riotous boobs bent and pulled from under her bed a 2kg 'kasuku' tin and advised me it is safer to use it than to go out at that time? my hesitation to use the Kasuku and determination to use the pit latrine I had seen just outside the plot, my being convinced to use the Kasuku by a sudden piercing scream of a lady, and a riot of voices of 'shika huyo mwizi'. the difficult of trying to minimize the noise of my own urine hitting when it hit the kasuku in reverence to my 2 neighbours Anex, you would expect me to tell you how good,or, bad the sex was? seeing as it is when finally daybreak came, as all dayreaks come (I have never been so grateful to see a morning like that morning of April last year) and I needed to shower, a naked heater was emersed in a kasuku tin (not sure whether this was a different one, or the same one that I had used the previous night) a piece of cloath lathered with soap and wetted and passed to me. Anex, need I say that I applied that piece of cloth as best as I could, especially on those areas that had ventured away from their cylinders into other spheres. dressed, with only a change of shirt (had bought one when the summon came) That she had used the same cloth and the same Kasuku, used the same motions to clean herself, applied make up, put on a fresh set of clothes, that the same boobs that had enticed me, resumed their riotous stances, and we had walked to the bus stop, into a bus and away from Kawangware, that I have never been so grateful to see my office as I was that April morn last year?
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7/19/2007 11:21 pm |
Lylywa: Off the wall dude! I have done very many bad things in my life......but doing these bad things in Kawangware would definately take the biscuit!!
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