divorce and murder fall under that category of life changing experiences sister mi.

fine.

LMAO!

Well done Negro I trust you sha!

Keep them coming everyone.

Yeah Life changing experience is very broad we can all write many angles.

LOL@Karma regulating the topic LOL yes ma!

EROTICA

She had been gone for two days now. . . . . . Can't really say I missed her.
We were strangers, or like stranger, awkward in close quaters, conversations
with pregnant gaps, where we looked askance, wondering how we had come to
be in the first place.

It wasn't meant to be like this.

Prior to moving in together, our relationship had been one tease, layer after layer
unwrapped in fits, each new plateau awe inspiring, flying without wings, on a magic carpet
of sheer emotional bliss.

It wasn't sexual or nothing like that. . . . .

It really didn't matter after all. We enjoyed each other's company, a mutual conspiracy where each
explored the other.The Physical consumation when it did happen, would be the marzipan, the topping
on a celestial cake.

Or so we thought. . . . .

Nothing spoils that most intimate of occassions like the way pressure can. We know not whence it came, but come
it did. This was the last threshold, the final frontier to emotional nirvana, and we got stuck, or we simply plain stank at it.
My member failed me initially, and when i managed a semblance of stiffness, the damage had already been done. She blamed
herself, refused to look into my eyes as I tried to make an impression inside her. She did not so much as moan, just a
tedious whimper.

The magic carpet developed holes, and we fell back to earth with an emotional thud. Self blame, self pity, self immolation, . . .
We both turned inwards, eyes avoiding each other, speech that used to flow, became a chore. It must have been CGI fantasy, our
earlier 'tryst'. All so sudden was our distancing, it all seemed so surreal. If not for moving in together so soon, a complete dissolution
of our relationship was a given. We did try again, with the same results if not worse. I literally failed to rise to the occassion, my phallus
having developed a recalcitrant posture of total deflation. . . . . . . . .

So when she said, she had to be out of town for the week, there was palpable relief on both sides. Perhaps a chance
for pressure free introspection. . . . . .to source our solutions for moving forward





I DEY COME JOR. . . . . THE THING DEY TAKE TOO LONG

Ok guys, no more erotica.

Murder/divorce it is

Hmmm Doyin well done.  Viagra?

Excuse me Ruby Pearl the topic is Life changing experience!

Do with it as you will

Killing someone can turn their life around. so is Making someone single father or mother na.

Oya start then and give us peace

In 5 days

Scenario: Life changing experience _{of a phone call}

Baby have you forgotten me?
Have you forgotten the laugh we shared
How it resonated across the phone line from our mouth to our ears?
I still remember the sweet timbre of your voice
The high and low of each key
The way you seducingly called me a siren
Have you forgotten?

Now I sit in the dark
Watching each drop of tears scorch my palm
Feeling the burning pain as I beg to hear you again
Just to hear your voice, even for a minute

Have you forgotten?
The long hours we tortured each other's ears with sweet nonsense?
The seriousness in our voice
The joke you cracked? The joy in my laugh
Yet, I have not forgotten

Have you forgotten me?
Need I remind you how I used to purrr like a cat when you call my name?
The butterflies in my stomach when you talk
the way my body tingles when you laugh
How could I ever forget?

How? My love?
How could you easily forget me?
Yet, I still long to hear from you
Need I beg to feel like a woman again?

Baby, please don't forget me
Give me time to get use to your voice
Maybe then I won't feel desire for it
SO when the goodbyes come
I'll be ready to drop the phone
Before you break my heart

not 4 u to understand

Nice Ruby, well written. Are you going to write on past themes as well?


CH3, thank you for modifying that post about the rape. Man!

Thanks.

Gold*Finch has written past theme for me

Negro_Ntns:

Nice Ruby, well written. Are you going to write on past themes as well?


CH3, thank you for modifying that post about the rape. Man!

Yeah no problem.

@CH3COO
Good thing you modified it o.
I was going to bring out my cane 4 u

CHEATING PARTNER


Hey boss, you got a minute?  ‘Need to talk to you.  
Come on in. Wassup, you won lottery?  
Yep, I just bought the company and I need to cut cost. So I decided to shut down your department.
Boy, sit your ass down before I fire you.  
Hahahahaha!  
You got the requirements ready for review?
Hey, my spirit is not here today man, I need to go home, I’m just not feeling this place today.

My boss and I kid each other a lot, good working relationship. He is a strong family man, his office walls are lined with portraits of his family. Kids’ athletic awards, graduation photos, parents, in-laws, his wife. He is a good role model and mentor.  I brought my girlfriend to the office one day and introduced her.  He is interested in my success. In return, he can count on my loyalty and reliability.

For the first time since I came in, he took his eyes off the computer screen and swung around to face me.  He stared at me long, reflecting in his mind.
How long are you gone?
Oh, maybe just two days to recoup myself, ‘should be back in on Wednesday.
Hmm. How is she doing?  
I stood up from the chair. Boss, she is okay.
Don’t do anything stupid. I’ll see you Monday.  
Thank you Sir.

I was almost home before I remembered. I swung around and went in the direction of the Mall.  
I went in the Radio Shack store and bought another microchip, an radio tranceiver, an amplifier and an echo canceller.
Do you build computers? The cashier asked.
No, radio transistors, it’s a hobby.  I paid for my wares and headed home.

The bitch, humping on her gold mine and causing the freak to move vigorously in ecstacy, had slipped and tumbled off his pork bellied stomach knocking over a half filled bottle of expensive wine onto her purse and her cell phone killing the implanted transmitter. I did not discover this until a week later when I listened to a recording of the episode. She had called the phone company and replaced phone. The old one is gone with my stuffs still in it. The new one need to be bugged too, ‘wish I could get inside the phone’s camera without leaving clues and bug it for one way shots.  She is not the only one that will mine this gold.  The taped recordings alone will not do it, I need pictures as well to convince the pig that I mean business.
Yeah, boss was right, I can smell a lottery windfall.

Doyin, you just wanted to to see your writing prowess abi?

Negro,
The first part was good, I loved it.
Forgive me, but I don't understand the last part.
I mean, Your story was like a river, then the last part was the waterfall. Came as a bang! Can you plz explain that part?

People! I'm sorry I took too long posting this but reality got in the way. I've read so many good role plays _{even those that went off topic} and I'm happy this thread turned out the way it is. Now let's get back to the topic.

Scenario: The Club

The club smelled of sweat and perfume. I myself was about to break out in sweat because the girls here just won’t leave us Naija guys alone. We made even the good girls go bad and then crazy. Heck, the girls went as far as to call dibs on us and would fight if things do not go their way. Just two or three songs ago, I had to settle two girls, who rolled up on me at about the same time, by dancing with them at the same time, one in the front and the other at the back. It may seem strange that girls would fight like this for us but the thing was we were extraordinary dancers. We did all the moves that other guys would be scared of doing in private.

I was able to pull away from them and as I was making my way to the bar, someone grabbed me by the shirt. I turned round and I saw a dark skinned cutie staring at me in the face. She had little make up on, her hair just the way I like it…nappy, big ear rings dangling off her ears, her sexy figure easily noticeable because dress so tight and I wondered how she could breathe with that thing hugging unto her body. The parts of her skin that showed glistened in the dim light and her hips were moving so sensual to the beat that I was almost convinced that this was a dream. I then looked back up at her face and realized her lips were moving and she was trying to get my attention. I apologized and she said out loud “I said, do you want to dance with me?” I wanted to tell her so bad that I needed a drink but I noticed she was biting her lower lip hoping I do not reject her so I agreed.

She quickly pulled me to the floor as if to ensure that I don’t leave her though I wasn’t like that instead I was going to let my body be her playground. Chris Brown’s “Forever” came on and I noticed the angel dancing with me face to face slowly turned into a little devil. She got closer to me, put her hands around my neck, her breasts pressed up on my chest while pressing her pelvic region to mine in a circular motion. I knew what she wanted and I was going to give it to her. So, I grabbed on to her waist, leaned back and slid my leg in between her thighs while moving my hips in a forward and backward motion. Then I made that sweet "mistake" and let her take control. She turned round and started grinding on me. Then she faced me again and used her leg to pull me closer to her. She turned round again and pressed her butt on me and went down in a sideways motion while holding my hand high up. By the time she was coming back up I did not only want to make love in that club but I also wanted to marry and have kids in that club with her. All thoughts of getting a drink had escaped my mind, now the only thing I was thirsty for was her body.

StephenP:

People! I'm sorry I took too long posting this but reality got in the way. I've read so many good role plays _{even those that went off point} and I'm happy this thread turned out the way it is. Now let's get back to the topic.

Scenario: The Club

The club smelled of sweat and perfume. I myself was about to break out in sweat because the girls here just won’t leave us Naija guys alone. We made even the good girls go bad and then crazy. Heck, the girls went as far as to call dibs on us and would fight if things do not go their way. Just two or three songs ago, I had to settle two girls, who rolled up on me at about the same time, by dancing with them at the same time, one in the front and the other at the back. It may seem strange that girls would fight like this for us but the thing was we were extraordinary dancers. We did all the moves that other guys would be scared of doing in private.

I was able to pull away from them and as I was making my way to the bar, someone grabbed me by the shirt. I turned round and I saw a dark skinned cutie staring at me in the face. She had little make up on, her hair just the way I like it…nappy, big ear rings dangling off her ears, her sexy figure easily noticeable because dress so tight and I wondered how she could breathe with that thing hugging unto her body. The parts of her skin that showed glistened in the dim light and her hips were moving so sensual to the beat that I was almost convinced that this was a dream. I then looked back up at her face and realized her lips were moving and she was trying to get my attention. I apologized and she said out loud “I said, do you want to dance with me?” I wanted to tell her so bad that I needed a drink but I noticed she was biting her lower lip hoping I do not reject her so I agreed.

She quickly pulled me to the floor as if to ensure that I don’t leave her though I wasn’t like that instead I was going to let my body be her playground. Chris Brown’s “Forever” came on and I noticed the angel dancing with me face to face slowly turned into a little devil. She got closer to me, put her hands around my neck, her breasts pressed up on my chest while pressing her pelvic region to mine in a circular motion. I knew what she wanted and I was going to give it to her. So, I grabbed on to her waist, leaned back and slid my leg in between her thighs while moving my hips in a forward and backward motion. Then I made that sweet "mistake" and let her take control. She turned round and started grinding on me. Then she faced me again and used her leg to pull me closer to her. She turned round again and pressed her butt on me and went down in a sideways motion while holding my hand high up. By the time she was coming back up I did not only want to make love in that club but I also wanted to marry and have kids in that club with her. All thoughts of getting a drink had escaped my mind, now the only thing I was thirsty for was her body.

agbaya, Na so woman do you,

In case you want to join but you don't know what scenarios are going on and you don't have time to go back and read, here they are

1) Falling in Love for the first time

2) You just found out that your boy/girlfriend or spouse cheated on you

3) The club

4) Erotica (sensual not necessarily the nitty gritty cause then that's porn)

5) Life changing moment

LASIEFAIRE:

agbaya, Na so woman do you,

hahaha

Ruby,

I know, im forced to summarize and keep things whitin the word limit.  Moderator Karma will censor me if I don't.  

In the story, I suspected the girl had been cheating and I wanted to be sure. So I planted surveillance in her phone. My suspicion yielded facts. Discovered that the man she is having sex with is a married and very wealthy individual, with chair positions on couple of corporate boards. I am going to confront her and end the relationship but not before I have collected enough evidence through her phone. Neither of them is aware. The evidence will be used to squeeze his balls into paying me money and saving his name from disgrace. The more information and extensive they are in details, the better the payoff.

I shared with my boss what I had discovered and what I wanted to accomplish by taking those steps.

Hope this clarified it.  

Hey Stephen, I started wondering, after reading GoldFinch on the first page, if Onyinye had locked you behind her Castle gates.

Nice to see u back! You dropped the roof on da club pardner, nice!!!

Holy Mary mother of Jesus.  

Ruby that was hot  

Negro I fear you!  And they say hell hath no fury like a Negro scorned.

Stephen you can put those moves on me ANYTIME  

Negro_Ntns:

Ruby,

I know, im forced to summarize and keep things whitin the word limit.  Moderator Karma will censor me if I don't.  

In the story, I suspected the girl had been cheating and I wanted to be sure. So I planted surveillance in her phone. My suspicion yielded facts. Discovered that the man she is having sex with is a married and very wealthy individual, with chair positions on couple of corporate boards. I am going to confront her and end the relationship but not before I have collected enough evidence through her phone. Neither of them is aware. The evidence will be used to squeeze his balls into paying me money and saving his name from disgrace. The more information and extensive they are in details, the better the payoff.

I shared with my boss what I had discovered and what I wanted to accomplish by taking those steps.

Hope this clarified it.  

Much better. Don't be scared to go over the limit if you NEED to. The limit is just there so that people don't run on.

Negro_Ntns:

Hey Stephen, I started wondering, after reading GoldFinch on the first page, if Onyinye had locked you behind her Castle gates.

Nice to see u back! You dropped the roof on da club pardner, nice!!!

LOL!! Onyinye can't hold me down even if there were five of her. Thanks though.

LadyT:

Stephen you can put those moves on me ANYTIME  

Hope you can take it because me never stop.

Life changing moment

“Bear down!” he said.
Bear down? Was he fucking mad!
“argh” I panted the pain seized me again.
“Your doing well Mrs Ade” the midwife smiled up at me

The hell was she doing anyway staring at my vagina. The grip of pain relaxed
David rubbed my shoulders.
There is was again a vice like grip

“Just leave me jare” I shock him off
The contraction grew stronger I seized his hand.
Ok Mrs Ade your doing very well we can almost see the head

“Push”
Push? if I push any harder I will shit myself.
“I cant“ I whimpered
“Yes you can darling push please” David pleaded I wanted to punch his face in!
“Push ko shove ni the hell do you think Im-AHHHH!”
“good girl keep pushing I can see the head”

David squeezed my hand tears welled up in his eyes.
Again and again I was seized by the pain my head thrashed back and forth.  What kind of dumb motherfucker didn’t take pain relief.  Me. 
I was swearing so much I felt like laughing and crying at the same time. Is this what my mother went through all those times?  God forgive me all the pain I may have caused her.
My baby was coming. God I want this to be over Im going to shit myself any second
Good girl one final push and the head will come out” nurse said

“Your doing so well” David lowered his head as tears fell down his cheeks.  Weak man this was all his doing.  Shaky shaky 27/7 now look!
“ARGH!!!!!!! Bleep!” I yelped
“The heads out” the midwive announced.
“Your almost there” She smiled up at me
Touch your baby’s head.  She guided my hand I felt warm water roll down my face.  Was I crying?  The head was damp and sticky
Oh here is comes again the massive wave of pain to wash over me.
“One more push that’s all” She declared
I wish she would shut up I was trying!

And then it came one final time.  And time stopped the baby shot out looking bruised gray and like a wrinkled prune.  It was blue!
David was wailing by this stage I was just watching everything in slow motion.  David cut the cord.
Was that my child screaming like this?
They laid him on my chest I looked up confused.  Mine?
Congratulations you have a beautiful son.

Damn T! It was so descriptive that one would think you've had a baby before! Just don't swear as much when you're having my baby or else . . . _jk

LMAO@Stephen! Mr Rumpy pumpy 24/7

Lmo Titi. I love it!

But couldnt they clean him off first. Ewwww

The preacher stood at the pulpit preaching words of comfort to the mourning crowd. “He lived a good life,” said the preacher “he made people laugh, he brought light to any dark room…”

I stood with my back facing the large wooden doors, which swung open every now and then as people continued to walk into the church. I could feel them walk straight through me. It felt strangely suffocating, but there was no pain. I followed the crowd towards the casket confused only to find myself staring at my own reflection.

“I’m not dead!” I screamed. I tried to push the casket down but nothing moved. My eyes nervously searched around the room to see if anyone noticed me, “This can’t be happening,” I whimpered over and over. I had exhausted all ideas that could explain what was going on. So I sat by my casket and watched as those I loved, liked, vaguely remembered and even despised walk up to pay their respect.

I watched my parents come up towards my casket and tears came running down my face. I never saw his mom in so much pain, and it killed me inside that not only was I the cause but that I couldn’t stop her tears. All I could do was hang my head low and listen…
“My son, it’s not fair, you are supposed to bury me, why did you do this to me? It’s not fair…” My mother found it harder to speak as she starred into my pale, lifeless face. “Thank you for all you did for your father and I. I know God has a reason for taking you away from us, and I know you are with the Lord…” The tears flowed heavier and her lips quivered to the point where speaking seemed impossible. My father held her gently and led her away from the casket without saying a word.

I couldn’t take it, the pain was too much for me to accept, “This isn’t real,” I said. I began to stand. Then I saw her walking towards his casket. She wore an off shoulder black gown that hugged in all the right places. Her beauty, her sadness knocked me back down and so I listened…

“Hey babe, I can’t believe you're gone, I don’t know what I’m going to do without you. You are my life” her hands softly tapped the door of the casket, “you are my best friend and I need you back because…” She paused as the tears began to pour. She tried to compose herself, but her feet were getting weak, she continued to speak in a soft, almost whisper like tone, “I need you back because I’m pregnant. Twin girls, surprise,” she said with a joyless smile, “they need their father and I can’t do this alone…”

“I’m here!” I yelled as I stood helplessly and watched her walk away. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, like the room was caving in and in this implosion was a furious tornado. I fell to the ground and cried tears of doom. “I just need one more chance to change my ways” I said out loud, hoping that whatever forces in control of this nightmare would allow me to wake up, “I want to live, please let me live” I cried as I leaned upon my casket “I want to live,” I repeated over and over as I stared hopelessly at my dead body.

An eerie breeze blew around me. Chills climbed up my spine like spiders. The unthinkable happened. My corpse suddenly awoke and spoke in a raspy yet stern voice, “LIVE.” The corpse grabbed me by the chest and with a sudden jolt I found myself back in his room, on my bed dripping in sweat and gasping for air. I sat up, looked around and thought to myself, “A man should not fear death, unless he is yet to live up to his own self asserted expectations.” I was afraid, in fact petrified, but I knew what needed to be done. But first, I threw away the bag of weed under my pillow.