The content of this blog is not the figment of imagination but the recollection in word or prose of events as they occur to three powerful minds.

Names have been changed to protect the innocent and spare the guilty of vilification.


El contenido de este blog no es el producto de la imaginacion, pero el recuerdo de palabra o de la prosa de los acontecimientos a medida que se producen a tres mentes poderosas.

Nombres han sido cambiados para proteger a los inocentes y los culpables de repuesto en caso de difamacion.


Sunday, January 31, 2010

Port Harcourt this Friday

I'm going to be in Port Harcourt this weekend.

Playing some chukkas with the boys from Katsina Hajara Farms.

I've never been to PHC before and I would like to hang with folks outside the polo community on my first trip.

If you live in PHC give ur boy a shout out.


Muchas Gracias
Señor M

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Saturday, January 23, 2010

O on: Tools of the Trade

"Are you bringing toys baby?"
Her question... To which I mention,
I'm coming with more than toys lady".
I'm coming with vibrating cock rings,
Heated lubricants amongst other things.
Ropes and a blindfold,
Improvisions from your wardrobe.
I'm coming...
A man with a mission.
To keep you cumming....
Session after session.

I'm coming to introduce you to bondage....
The art of domination.
The need for submission...
Pleasure in total helplessness.
Any act of rebelion crushed in total hopelessness.
I am the master and you are my slave.
And I will show I'm lord over that dripping cave.

I will take your eyes...
The trademark of my brand.
Tie your hands over your head
Ropes on the ceiling.
This scene does not involve a bed.
You will be forced to stand
You will be on your feet
will meet.

Out of nowhere, nails will trace tracks
Enough to hurt but leave no marks.
Lips will find your earlobe
Will suck and nibble.
You'll feel ripples
As fingers tweak your nipples.
I'll stroke your thighs
Brush your clit as I send you on a high.
Your knees will buckle
Your body will tremble
But against your will you will stand
Because my ropes hold your hand.

I'll stop and sit
The squirm of your hips.
The curl in Your lips .
The beginning of a scream...
As I toy with my whip,
But I decide on the bullet...
Cos It will swallow ur clit
Sending waves down your cave
as you drip in rivulets.

But You're gonna finish this on your own...

.... cos I'm late for my meeting.


Cerberus on : Celebrating 100.

We clocked 100 posts and that's a milestone.

This is post 101 and it's dedicated to all our friends who come to chill at the den.

Thanks for always stopping by.

Thanks for commenting

Thanks to those who don't comment. We still know you stop by.

To our friends departed recently joined by Nice Anon,
Roc naija,
Fine Boy Agbero,
Shonavixen (Cameo's don't count),
Confessions of a london girl,

CERBERUS #pourssomeliquor .
Bless you wherever you are.


M, MY & O
The Tres Mentes Poderoso
That Make up CERBERUS
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Thursday, January 7, 2010

O on: Today...

8th January 2010, my sister would have been 14. My pride and joy and the bundle of energy that could change the dynamics of wherever she was.

I reminisce about her growing up....
How from the gate we always knew she was back from school minutes before seeing her because the commotion she left in her wake was her herald.

I smile when I think of a 4 year old with so much warmth. At 4 she always insisted on getting down at the gate so she could greet everyone on her way in. Garders tending the gardens, drivers. My mother's other staff and shouts of Tee Jay from accross a huge yard inside let us know she was back.

At 6 she lived a complete life. And from this year I will stop questioning the big man upstairs.

I miss my angel.

Mi hermana es contigo Padre......watch her jealously...

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