Recklessly authentic.
The title of this post probably doesn't make your eyes widen with excitement, and that's normal, especially if you are a woman. There are really four interesting things about this latest discovery in the women's panties world. 1. This average of 34 panties is three times what it was in 1999. 2. 58% of women say that big, white knickers are their favorite. My mom and grand mom are the only women I can think of who like white knickers. 3. Many women have admitted that reading books Read More
For the past two or three years, this thong has been floating around inside my underwear drawer. Depending on the day, I am not always entirely sure that it isn't mine. What I am mostly sure of is that if it doesn't belong to me, then it belongs to Uju. If by any chance it does not belong to any of us, then this sure beats me. The mysterious thong ... also known as "The accused" Read More
At midnight on New Year's Day. I don't know what all the hype is about, but I was listening to the Tom Joiner Morning Show this morning, and they kept talking about who they were going to kiss at midnight tomorrow. It was then that it dawned on me that I have never been kissed at midnight on New Year's Day. I mean, what the heck? Before I continue, I must make a disclaimer: If my parents are reading this blog, then it should known that I, Vera Ezimora, have never, ever been kissed. Tufia kwa. Read More
About two months ago, I bought new underwears. It was love at first wear. It just felt right. Wearing it gave me that mmph. I might be wrong, but I think I was a better and happier person for a few days. After that, the excitement died down. You know --- kinda like a regular romantic relationship with homo sapiens. With 5% spandex in them, these underwears felt like they were made just for me. That was until I started going to the gym. I noticed that each time I was walking on the Read More
It's over between us. Even though I have not officially broken up, I know it's over definitely over. I might be wrong, but no1 ever goes into a relationship and hopes for it to end. In my experience, the hope for it to end comes @ a later time - after the excitement and passion (which by the way are sometimes only a figment of one's imagination) has washed away and your eyes open up to the big mess you have put yourself in. It is @ that time that one begins to wish for the end of the Read More
