Hello folk!

Hie guys. I hope you are all well. I’m fine.

Yep, I know I haven’t been posting in a while. The reason is plain and simple. I moved from Android to the Windows ecosystem. All my personal and business emails are Windows based so it made sense for me to ditch Android and move to Windows.

BUT Windows is garbage with apps. Developers either don’t bother to make apps for Windows or just won’t update existing apps. There is no WordPress, and the WordPress app that exists doesn’t work properly. When I try to use WordPress via the browser on my tablet, it crashes a lot each time I want to upload images. Then added to that, I can’t edit videos into GIFs because there are no such apps on Windows. So I’m stuck.

I guess I will have to purchase an Android tablet or maybe even an iPad, even though I hate Apple. Last time I asked you guys to contribute MONEY towards purchasing a desktop PC and a few other things, but not one of you guys donated a single penny! Not even 1 cent! Had you donated, I would have turned this blog into a proper site. I’ve even written a book. I finished it in October 2016!! You guys should donate to motivate my ass into getting this shit going again. I miss bragging about my sexual activities. I wish I had magic to make all of you donate. DONATE DONATE DONATE!! Your money is safer in my account! The DONATE button is somewhere down the page.

Otherwise I’m always here so you can hit me up in the comments section. Feel free to ask ANY questions no matter how embarrassing you think it is. I will respond whenever I can.

Oh, by the way, I deactivated my SDD Facebook account. I log in once in a while though. I also deleted the Facebook group, Lonely Hearts With Sugar, after repeated hacking attempts by a certain dude based in Malaysia. It was painful because the group had over 500k members.


I’ve run out of things to say so…


S dot Dupree!

Image Of The Day!

Long time no new posts.

Here is our Image Of The Day!

Just check out the length of those pussy lips (labia).

What a sight! I have never come across ones that massive. Even I wouldn’t know what to do with those. I bet they are super sensitive and she probably gets aroused easily. Sigh…

I guess that’s it from me.


Sugar Dick Dupree

Adina’s Confession

heyyy, so here goes. I have a confession.

I was with my ex about 5/6 years ago and he was a really great guy and a good fuck but for some reason I can’t explain I cheated on him. His best friend was getting married so they decided to have a bachelor party in Johannesburg, South Africa. I think they were going to be gone for the weekend out something like that, I cant quite remember. So, while he was away and my parents had gone out of town, I was home alone.
Now, there was this guy I had been talking to for years. I had never met him in real life but I always maintained close contact with him just in case my boyfriend and I broke up. In short, he was like a spare tyre. Despite all that, we had sent each other dirty pics on Hi5. I always wanted to fuck him so badly. He was really sexy and thinking of him got my pussy on fire. He had a veiny thick dick and I just couldn’t stop thinking of putting it in my mouth.

So, that weekend while I was home alone, I invited him and sure enough, sex was defo on the menu. I couldnt believe how horny I was. I was pumped up for it! I fucked him so many times, in every room of the house and in every position I could think of. I sucked his thick dick until my jaws hurt.
I let him fuck my boobs..
slap my cheeks with his dick..
slap my pussy with his dick..
rub his balls all over my face..
I’m surprised he didn’t get me pregnant as I wasn’t on protection and he shot big loads. He shot everywhere! I had his cum on my pussy, on my face, on my boobs, in my hair, on my asshole. Speaking of my asshole, his balls were so big such that they slapped against my pussy and asshole each time he tucked me. It was the first time in my life I enjoyed balls slapping my asshole. That shit was good.

Its only recently that my boyfriend found out that I was talking a little dirty to that guy but he still doesn’t know about that weekend I fucked the whole time.


Adina Shebeen

Back In Them Days

There was a time when our women used to clean you up after sex.

As you slept on the bed, recovering, after a 30 second session (1st round) of fast & furious sex, your woman would head to the bathroom, clean herself up and return seconds later armed with a clean towel and a bucket of soapy warm water. She’d then wash your dick nicely and clean it thoroughly. There would be no soap left on the damn thing! Some would even clean your whole body and your EXHAUST leaving you feeling lekker and fresh. She’d clean you as if she was cleaning an infant. Afterwards, she’d head to the kitchen to make you a nice sandwich complete with a cold drink, all served on a sweet little tray. Those were the sort of little things that made you say to yourself, “I’m going to marry this chick one day”. It was like magic!

Nowadays, eish, It’s a different story. Most of our women don’t even bother to clean you up. In fact, they don’t even want to clean themselves. It’s a case of each person to themselves and God for us all. She will make sure kuti you will both sleep on those cum stained sheets and trust me, you will wake up the next morning with a ring of crusty dirt around your dick and balls.

In my early 20s, I used to refer to that crusty ring of dirt as “a ring of honour”. It served as some sort of reminder of what I did the night before and that shit made me feel like a man LMAO!



Letter To Olinda From Dion

Dear Olinda.
Eish, dunno how to say this without sounding heartless and selfish, but the truth is, I’m NOT sorry. I totally understand your pain and I feel for you but, at the same time, I’m thankful that I’m not in your position.
Lemme get into it.
Right, Desmond and I have been seeing each other for a while so please take several seats. It started when his aunt, Kiri (yes, the aunt Kiri who pretends to like you and the same one who refers to you as the “world’s best sister in law”) dared me to make a move on him. Actually, she dared me to kiss him. I knew it was going to be easy because Desmond literally spent all afternoon eyeing me up. Without thinking much, and besides, being the outright fearless freak I am, I walked right up to him and french-kissed him in the kitchen..in your house whilst your engagement party was blazing in the backyard. If I’m correct, you were busy dancing to Kanda Bongo Man, completely oblivious to what was going on in the kitchen. Ha ha da, seka hako Dion! He didn’t resist and from that very moment onwards, I knew kuti I had him exactly where I wanted him.
He called me the very next day and from then, it was game on. He called me every hour, told me all kinds of sweet nothings, splashed the moneys (the cash you used to wire him) on ME and treated me like a princess. It was dinner at Miekles twice a week and lunch at Harare’s fanciest restaurants almost every other day. Then shopping for shoes every two weeks. My phone credit was always topped up and my pockets never ran out of money. Public transport became a thing of the past as I became accustomed to getting driven in the Limited Edition Lexus you bought for him. Trust me, I was a treated like a spoilt brat.
For weeks, I kept our relationship a secret. But I couldn’t hold the excitement any longer plus the fact yekuti I couldn’t publicly claim him as mine was killing me. So one night, after a misunderstanding and out of anger, I went to Auntie Kiri’s houses and finally confessed the whole affair to her. She acted like she was the jilted wife and started giving me all sorts of lectures. Hanzi, “How could you, as a woman, do something like that to another woman? It’s not right. Think with your head not pussy” pwetere pwetere. I just looked at her like, seriously bitch?! You started this fire so help me put it out.
Most of my married friends who are women had the same stupid views. I’m like WTF is wrong with these women??? Apparently, there’s some sort of “sisterhood” I’m betraying. Ohh pur-lease! Spare me the bull shit! I don’t believe in some “loyalty or sistahood” type of shit we all “owe each other as women”. Label me selfish but I only believe kuti I owe it to MYSELF, Dion, to fall in love and stay in love for as long as is humanly possible, and if it means kuti I’m falling for a married man, then so be it! To be blunt, if that married man is called Desmond, then It’s Desmond I’m going to fall in love with! I wish someone else, in some other circumstances, had said it, but I actually agree with what the king Sugar Dick Dupree once said to justify fucking his distant cousin. “The pussy wants what the pussy wants.”
Do you recall New Year’s eve 2017? Hanti he was late to the party you had organised at his mum’s house? Guess what had happened? I fucked his brains out! Yep, we were at it like wild rabbits! I squirted all over his dick, his chest and  he even had his tongue up in my pussy. At one point, I rode his face! The expensive headboard you go on and on about banged hard against the wall. We had the whole bedroom vibrating. Eish, Olinda, you should have been there to witness the whole thing. It was wild, rough and hard.

long stroke

I wore him out and I deliberately didn’t wake him up when he fell asleep afterwards so he’d spend the entire night in my bed. When I say “my bed”, I mean YOUR BEDROOM. Yes, in those very expensive Egyptian cotton sheets you brag about in your Facebook Live videos! I made sure (you honestly DON’T want to know how) kuti he stayed over far longer than he intended to. He woke up later, to me giving him one heck of a sloppy blowjob, and had to rush to your party at 2:30 a.m. without showering first. I am 1 gazillion percent sure kuti he must have reeked of my scent when he walked in at the party. I call it scent marking. I took pleasure in knowing that. I hope you didn’t kiss him when he got there because I rode his face and squirted all over his cheeks! In fact, at one point, I pulled the back of his head pressed my pussy against his mouth and came in his mouth!

Yaah! That’s how I roll.
It’s been two days now since Desmond broke up with me because of your Facebook Live drama. But trust me, he didn’t do it for you, or to save what’s left of your “marriage”. He did it because OUR relationship had reached a point yekuti it was causing me more pain than it was bringing me joy. He knew how much it hurt me every time he kissed me goodbye to come home to you. Cheating on you, he could easily live with but hurting me, his sweetheart, NEVER.. he couldn’t bear it.
You hate me, I know, and you always will, but quite frankly, I don’t care. Not a single ounce of care! But sometimes I wish we could talk. I wish we could sit somewhere quiet, maybe ku Harare Gardens, and I could explain to you why we did what we did. If we could do that, if you and I could get drunk together, there’s one heck of a story I’d want to tell you. Iyoyo inosekesa even mbavha yakahwanda!

I think we have to be honest with each other, Olinda. Desmond loves us both and I think you should give him some time to think of his next move, instead of acting like a little spoilt brat. Stop it with these humiliating Facebook Live broadcasts and allow him to make a decision without pressure. I swear one more mention of my name in your videos and I will make sure kuti he won’t come back to you! Besides, you should be thankful kuti I’m keeping him in check whilst you are way over there in UK, instead of bring an ungrateful bitch. Behave like a grown woman. Desmond needs someone to monitor him and that’s MY primary duty. You, iwewe wena, focus on sending money and goods chete.
Keep in mind kuti YOU are the other woman in this relationship. Don’t make me remind you.
Anyhoo, with that said, I think you and me can make a good team. Let’s work together in keeping our man because I’m not going anywhere. I’m here to stay, and yes, I will also have another guy on the side.
Anyway, Im prepared for us to work together and reach a solution. Maybe I should draw up a rota system?  You can have him on certain days and I have him on certain days. That way, we won’t have to worry about where he is, what he is up to and who he is speaking to.

What do you think??? 😏😘😘😘
Your Girlfriend In Law

via The Svirosist!

Sugar Dick Dupree