Dating Sim (Otome)

[Abdalla]

Do you need inspiration? Let me know

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Knowles fell off walahi.

What do you think would help?

Show me your zanjabiil.

 

[Sophisticate]

Oh no Sophie, you know what he's going to say. Lmfao.

:siilaanyolaugh: I always think I've gotten used to whatever Abdalla can dish out but he suprises me every time.

 

[Gibiin-Udug]

Show me your zanjabiil.

What did I tell you @sophisticate

P.s

I'm not used to seeing this side of him, because he's like a brother to me.

 

[Sophisticate]

Knowles fell off walahi.

Show me your zanjabiil.

Posts photo of Ginger Spice. I didn't know you were fond of red heads.

 

[Sophisticate]

What did I tell you @sophisticate

P.s

I'm not used to seeing this side of him, because he's like a brother to me.

I call his bluff. He just does it for shock value.

 

[Gibiin-Udug]

I call his bluff. He just does it for shock value.

He's reer Mudug sis, they don't do anything for shock value. They're the shock value!

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[Sophisticate]

He's reer Mudug sis, they don't do anything for shock value. They're the shock value!

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You learn something new. This whole time I thought he was a miskeen hiding behind humour.

 

[Gibiin-Udug]

You learn something new. This whole time I thought he was a miskeen hiding behind humour.

Siiiiiiiiiiiiis

Reer Mudug are the Latins of the Somalis. They're crazy, passionate, loud and did I mention caliente.


I view them as cousins though

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[Sophisticate]

Siiiiiiiiiiiiis

Reer Mudug are the Latins of the Somalis. They're crazy, passionate, loud and did I mention caliente.


I view them as cousins though

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I heard Latin are controlling. Luckily Somali men let you roam freely.

 

[Gibiin-Udug]

I heard Latin are controlling. Luckily Somali men let you roam freely.

Somali men control you by getting you pregnant every year. How are you going to roam freely when you're pregnant and have 5 infants crying for you.


Smh

 

[Sophisticate]

Somali men control you by getting you pregnant every year. How are you going to roam freely when you're pregnant and have 5 infants crying for you.


Smh

Woah. That's prolly why I wanted to marry late. Freeeeeeedom!

But women need self-care. Maybe the nice guy whose capable of adulting is the way to go. Hmmm...

 

[Gibiin-Udug]

Woah. That's prolly why I wanted to marry late. Freeeeeeedom!

But women need self-care. Maybe the nice guy whose capable of adulting is the way to go. Hmmm...

Maybe sis. Just maybe...

Too bad they all have one track mind.

 

[Abdalla]

What do you think would help?

The Puntland oil aroused me

She tried to call my bluff and see whether I would have an absolute control over her in real life as I did virtually. She plucked the courage to fly over to Amsterdam, the city of sex, devoid of any morality. We finally met at the hotel lobby. A sudden wave went through her as I had a shallow eye contact with her. I was determined to make her feel 20 again. I saw her knees getting weaker and took her back to her hotel room. I smacked her bum fierce enough to make her step forward. It didn't take long before she stood in perfect nudity. This time she wore a Kumiko. Her shirt, her skirt, her panties, all laying on floor We were ready, her body was ready. She was expecting me to fumble, but I was in control. I set the pace. We were staring at each other, our shirtless skins barely touched, like a ballet dancer gently floating on the surface. If foreplay is the Christmas eve of sex, this was the Christmas eve of the Christmas eve. The moment before the moment.

To be continued

 

[Gibiin-Udug]

The Puntland oil aroused me

She tried to call my bluff and see whether I would have an absolute control over her in real life as I did virtually. She plucked the courage to fly over to Amsterdam, the city of sex, devoid of any morality. We finally met at the hotel lobby. A sudden wave went through her as I had a shallow eye contact with her. I was determined to make her feel 20 again. I saw her knees getting weaker and took her back to her hotel room. I smacked her bum fierce enough to make her step forward. It didn't take long before she stood in perfect nudity. This time she wore a Kumiko. Her shirt, her skirt, her panties, all laying on floor We were ready, her body was ready. She was expecting me to fumble, but I was in control. I set the pace. We were staring at each other, our shirtless skins barely touched, like a ballet dancer gently floating on the surface. If foreplay is the Christmas eve of sex, this was the Christmas eve of the Christmas eve. The moment before the moment.

To be continued

Looooooooooooooooooool

I can't breathe.

Wait was I supposed to laugh or not? Omg.

 

[Abdalla]

Looooooooooooooooooool

I can't breathe.

Wait was I supposed to laugh or not? Omg.

 

[Gibiin-Udug]

Wallah I laughed.

I'm sorry, maybe it's because it's 5 pm for me. Maybe I should have read it around midnight maybe.

 

[Abdalla]

Wallah I laughed.

I'm sorry, maybe it's because it's 5 pm for me. Maybe I should have read it around midnight maybe.

You guys gassed me up, I didnt even wanted to write part two nacalaa

 

[Struggle]

Sophi is useless Non Hijabi. Start wearing Hijab first sophi then think about marriage.

 

[Sophisticate]

Sophi is useless Non Hijabi. Start wearing Hijab first sophi then think about marriage.

You make some interesting claims which are your own. Generally when giving advice ad hominems aren't the way to go. They usually build resistance and don't normally beget you a desired outcome that is sustained.
Why do something you aren't commited to for the purpose of satisfying the desires of others? Should it not be inintrinsically motivated. Also, an item of clothing doesn't seem like enough to find someone suitable enough for marriage. Unless you are more about appearances and emblems while glossing over more pertinent things like character, shared values and capacity for compromise.

Young man don't be fearful that I live authentically. We aren't from the same schools of thought and frankly that type of Abdi which makes conditions for attire as a requisite for marriage isn't on my radar. I have never had any issue with marital supply (as good reputations travel) and my demand is quite high.

Thanks for your kind words.

 

[Sophisticate]

The Puntland oil aroused me

She tried to call my bluff and see whether I would have an absolute control over her in real life as I did virtually. She plucked the courage to fly over to Amsterdam, the city of sex, devoid of any morality. We finally met at the hotel lobby. A sudden wave went through her as I had a shallow eye contact with her. I was determined to make her feel 20 again. I saw her knees getting weaker and took her back to her hotel room. I smacked her bum fierce enough to make her step forward. It didn't take long before she stood in perfect nudity. This time she wore a Kumiko. Her shirt, her skirt, her panties, all laying on floor We were ready, her body was ready. She was expecting me to fumble, but I was in control. I set the pace. We were staring at each other, our shirtless skins barely touched, like a ballet dancer gently floating on the surface. If foreplay is the Christmas eve of sex, this was the Christmas eve of the Christmas eve. The moment before the moment.

To be continued

@Reiko is right. It's a good read but you need to put ila qosol in captions.