zyzxx:
ah!!! Alomo I read dis @ d wrong place.
I read it while in church
u badt gone ooo
Btw u are really good more grace

My name sounds better without the sweets but only when you say it.
Thanks.
Which part did you read in church? Hope it's not where I'm thinking o. Diaris ... You know na.

Jbluv55:

Hahahaha . The story seems quite captivating and the OP has so far ensured that her writing is devoid of mistakes that discourages readers at times .

And yes thanks a lot for the compliment bro . Hope to see you around .

My cheeks just took on this red tinge. Ok. I lied. I've never blushed but they felt hot at least . Thank you.

Expect me too sef. But later later o. Ehen.

Casanova019:
Haaa! *thinks to himself* they are always nabbing me in the course of my silent perusals on this thread. *shrugs* well...

Sir Jb, thank you. I'm enjoying this. Even though a part of it almost sent me into a fit . And it's nice to finally meet you sir. Your bartending skills is legendary .

Em, please which part fits you?
Tell me o so I'll keep it coming. Me i dont like undersize and oversize.

alomosweets:
Em, please which part fits you?
Tell me o so I'll keep it coming. Me i dont like undersize and oversize.

Lmao . Alomosweets, i've got my eyes on you.

Allow me continue my silent observations for the time being.

Casanova019:
Lmao . Alomosweets, i've got my eyes on you.

Allow me continue my silent observations for the time being.

Hehehe...I've got all of my five plus three senses on you too.
Thank you sir.

I thought I saw Idygirl a while ago.

Wow! Such a lovely writing style. Such an amazing writer.

The suspense gradually builds up. You rock, ma'am.

It's quite funny how these women with strange monikers turn out to be wonderful writers. Ishilove. Whitemosquito. Alomosweets. Lol!

LarrySun:
Wow! Such a lovely writing style. Such an amazing writer.

The suspense gradually builds up. You rock, ma'am.

It's quite funny how these women with strange moniker turn out to be wonderful writers. Ishilove. Whitemosquito. Alomosweets. Lol!

Rigorously fanning self with hands.
I am honoured (I use that word too much, much to my annoyance. I need a more graphic synonym).
Thank you Sir. I kiss the pages you write on.

Larrysun always leads me to the most interesting stories Absolutely lovely, alomosweets (what a monicker. Lol).

I want to make some comments:

Utin seems very sexually aware despite her apparent youth (i assume she is a teenager), very knowledgable indeed. Oniranu

She doesn't seem to surprised when Mum starts crying at the dining table. Is Mum usually that dramatic? I know that if my mum, who isn't given to theatrics starts weeping for not been allowed to take me to the clinic, i would be shocked and try to comfort her. Utibe doesn't. That's very curious and it left me puzzled because it doesn't quite jell.

It is also odd that Utibe is still being caned at his age. I assume he is in his late teens (his age is not given in the story thus far). He is the older one, hence he should be in school or a vocation, and thus Dad should be reluctant to cane him, most especially as he is a guy (no indication yet in the story). Is caning big children a family tradition in Utin's family?

Also note that a door doesn't yawn shut; it yawns open. The very act of yawning is an opening of mouths, so if you want to use this metaphor, it has to describe something opening, not closing. You might want to consider looking for another adjective to describe the closing door,

Keep up the good work, i am following you 'bumba to bumba': lol

alomosweets:

My name sounds better without the sweets but only when you say it.
Thanks.
Which part did you read in church? Hope it's not where I'm thinking o. Diaris ... You know na.

how did u come across ur moniker?
I really love to call u "Alomo" it Luks sweet and cute wen I pronounce it out.
I gat to becareful nw, not to start calling ur name in my dream
About d part Hmmmmmmm it where u are thinking ooo.
Apy weknd. Are we to expect update today ? .

Soon as I step into da club! See all d girls dancing on d floor, miss alomo pls give us some more!

I ran like Usain Bolt here when I saw you had commented...only to be stopped short by a bleeding, formerly dead and presently rescusitated battery. It wasn't a mouth-to-mouth. That you can be sure of.

Ishilove:
Larrysun always leads me to the most interesting stories Absolutely lovely, alomosweets (what a monicker. Lol).

More of these honours (did i say how much i hate repeating that word? Hopefully you'll teach me a new one i can replace it with) and I'll pass out. Really.

Ishilove:

I want to make some comments:

Utin seems very sexually aware despite her apparent youth (i assume she is a teenager), very knowledgable indeed. Oniranu

She doesn't seem to surprised when Mum starts crying at the dining table. Is Mum usually that dramatic? I know that if my mum, who isn't given to theatrics starts weeping for not been allowed to take me to the clinic, i would be shocked and try to comfort her. Utibe doesn't. That's very curious and it left me puzzled because it doesn't quite jell.

Your assumptions are indeed accurate. She is seventeen. That was gonna come up later but ain't nothing wrong with a sneak peek. No harm has been done to the story either, I think.
She's not exactly the one in the group who would keep shut during a conversation of a sex.ual nature. She did say that she enjoyed seductive movie scenes or something like that.
I'd like to know what Oniranu means. Pray tell.

Hmm. It seems so now that I've read it over. I initially thought the paragraph where she inwardly contemplates her mum's oddity the said night had sufficiently communicated her surprise.
See as your eye sharp. Are you on some shots of that alomo sweets bitters? Kai!
Oh. Did you mean Utin @ bolded?

Ishilove:

It is also odd that Utibe is still being caned at his age. I assume he is in his late teens (his age is not given in the story thus far). He is the older one, hence he should be in school or a vocation, and thus Dad should be reluctant to cane him, most especially as he is a guy (no indication yet in the story). Is caning big children a family tradition in Utin's family?

Different strokes for different folks. I'm always amazed at all the thousand meanings these few words can make. In this case, Utibe's dad chastises with the sugarcane. Lol. Hell, I'm still being flogged by dad and I'm...okay, I'll pass.
And Utibe's education? That part opens up later in the plot.
There is an indication of his guymanship in the first page. The very beginning.

Ishilove:

Also note that a door doesn't yawn shut; it yawns open. The very act of yawning is an opening of mouths, so if you want to use this metaphor, it has to describe something opening, not closing. You might want to consider looking for another adjective to describe the closing door.

Keep up the good work, i am following you 'bumba to bumba': lol

Why? Why? Why? I love that line. I even felt a bit cocky after putting it down. You couldn't just let it slip, eh? Its written from the heart, y'know. I like my words to choose themselves. Just the way I imagine them. To just flow despite grammatical irregularities, ..., ..., and all that.

Thank you so much for this. I might claim to live in the Lit. Section but I swear say I no even pay rent yet. How do I even miss wonderful writers like yourself?
***bolts outta thread to frantically search and elatedly find all of your stories which I then most faithfully follow bosom to bosom.
Alomosweets loves you, Mumulove. Bwahahaha.

zyzxx:
how did u come across ur moniker?
I really love to call u "Alomo" it Luks sweet and cute wen I pronounce it out.
I gat to becareful nw, not to start calling ur name in my dream
About d part Hmmmmmmm it where u are thinking ooo.
Apy weknd. Are we to expect update today ? .

My moniker is God-given.
Please do. Me sef like it too.
Hehehe, no do am o. I get all these involuntary eye flicks when I'm called by someone anywhere away from me here in real life. The last thing I need is a mention in dreamland. Me won't can't shan't handle it.
Thank you for not disappointing me.
Happy weekend to you too.
Updates fly in gleefully at midnight. Then it's all quiet and I can think.
Thanks for being here.

Labaski and Bishopskiss, me sees thouest. Come forth.

Fatalveli:
Soon as I step into da club! See all d girls dancing on d floor, miss alomo pls give us some more!

Sure you can handle this Femme Fatale? Ok. I'm sure you can. More by midnight.
Thanks sire.

alomosweets:
Labaski and Bishopskiss, me sees thouest. Come forth.

caught red-handed.. nice one alomo..

labaski:
caught red-handed.. nice one alomo..

Spybuster, me is. This link on your siggy...care to elaborate? Ok, don't worry. I'll just click.

alomosweets:
Spybuster, me is. This link on your siggy...care to elaborate? Ok, don't worry. I'll just click.

check it out..its really awesome..

labaski:
check it out..its really awesome..

I followed.
***rubbing hands in anticipation.


Could this be derailment?
Can the creator derail her creation?


Who kias?
Sorry. That came out wrong. Achoo!

alomosweets:
Labaski and Bishopskiss, me sees thouest. Come forth.

me sees thou as well. Following ur story closely. I didn't see dt erotic part coming on tho dt Utin gal is something

Bishopskiss:


me sees thou as well. Following ur story closely. I didn't see dt erotic part coming on tho

Neither did I.

alomosweets:
I ran like Usain Bolt here when I saw you had commented...only to be stopped short by a bleeding, formerly dead and presently rescusitated battery. It wasn't a mouth-to-mouth. That you can be sure of.



More of these honours (did i say how much i hate repeating that word? Hopefully you'll teach me a new one i can replace it with) and I'll pass out. Really.


Your assumptions are indeed accurate. She is seventeen. That was gonna come up later but ain't nothing wrong with a sneak peek. No harm has been done to the story either, I think.
She's not exactly the one in the group who would keep shut during a conversation of a sex.ual nature. She did say that she enjoyed seductive movie scenes or something like that.
I'd like to know what Oniranu means. Pray tell.

Hmm. It seems so now that I've read it over. I initially thought the paragraph where she inwardly contemplates her mum's oddity the said night had sufficiently communicated her surprise.
See as your eye sharp. Are you on some shots of that alomo sweets bitters? Kai!
Oh. Did you mean Utin @ bolded?


Different strokes for different folks. I'm always amazed at all the thousand meanings these few words can make. In this case, Utibe's dad chastises with the sugarcane. Lol. Hell, I'm still being flogged by dad and I'm...okay, I'll pass.
And Utibe's education? That part opens up later in the plot.
There is an indication of his guymanship in the first page. The very beginning.


Why? Why? Why? I love that line. I even felt a bit cocky after putting it down. You couldn't just let it slip, eh? Its written from the heart, y'know. I like my words to choose themselves. Just the way I imagine them. To just flow despite grammatical irregularities, ..., ..., and all that.

Thank you so much for this. I might claim to live in the Lit. Section but I swear say I no even pay rent yet. How do I even miss wonderful writers like yourself?
***bolts outta thread to frantically search and elatedly find all of your stories which I then most faithfully follow bosom to bosom.
Alomosweets loves you, Mumulove. Bwahahaha.

Dont mind me jare. I can be extraordinarily fussy at times. My mum says i will be very cranky in my old age. Lol

oniranu means 'bad pikin'.

Ishilove loves you too. Enuf homo. (14yrs for me and you). Hehehehehe

Ishilove:

Dont mind me jare. I can be extra-ordinarily fussy at times. My mum says i will be very cranky in my old age. Lol

oniranu means 'bad pikin'.

Ishilove loves you too. Enuf homo. (14yrs for me and you). Hehehehehe

Ishi, where have you been

chibwike:
Ishi, where have you been

Ive been here, there, everywhere.

alomo we are waiting oo sweetheart

My mind flew into a flurry of activity. Paramount of my thoughts was a mental debate on who this person was, how he had gotten into my room and what he could possibly want from me. I just knew whoever it was, he had been there a long time and had been a privy one-man audience to my little dirty show. The stupidity and embarrassment I felt knew no bounds. Sweat ran down my back and face in many tiny rivulets. Anger too set in, almost immediately. Ferocious and red hot.

I charged towards the bed which stood opposite the closet but far away from it. My room was a big one, as were all the others in the house. I didn't get very far. He, being much more powerful than I was, drew me back with relative ease. I tried again and failed. All my subsequent efforts at rescuing myself from his grip were just as useless. My mouth was still tightly clasped shut in those big hands, deft it seemed only at causing pain.

...and maybe pleasure.

I wanted badly to get a glimpse, no matter how quick, of my captor. I was in luck, it seemed for during the tussle, the cloth had fallen from my face. I made to turn abruptly to look in the big dressing mirror that stood beside the closet.

He apparently saw that move coming because in a split of a second, he had spinned me around to face him and had given me a resounding slap...one that shot up a tremendous amount of raw pain signals to my brain which subsequently distributed same, howbeit refined, throughout my entire face and neck. Some clichés are true. Stars fell from the sky in a matter of moments and ring-o-rosied around my head. Sparks, shockwaves, electricity, the whole kit and caboodle. The slap was so hard it caused a jingle in my ears and for a few seconds, it was all I heard. Stunned, dazed and dizzy, I lost my balance and fell to the floor head first.

I've g-got t-t-to fff-fight.

Even my mind had started to drawl. I forced my unwilling eyelids open. My eyes met an all-white Earth. Perhaps this was the end of the tunnel...the one i heard people speak of when the matter at hand was death.

Death...Dying...Dead...Death.

If anything, death was dark.

Darkness.

It wasn't dark here. I wasn't dead. I was in The Light. Could this be The Pearly Gates? Whose were the voices in my head? Angels maybe? Had I really died and gone to Heaven? What a relieving thought!

Voice one: Snap out of it, silly. One slap can't kill you. Even if it did kill you somehow and you're dead now, you're most definitely not in heaven. Caught in-between maybe but awaiting judgement and hell, inevitably. If it exists.
The realist.

Voice two: Indeed. You've been a bad, bad girl.
This one always agreed with whoever spoke first. Not exactly an opinionated fellow.

Voice three: This was no slap. It was a nuclear hit. Major. You sure you're not dead? I don't feel like I'm in heaven by the way.
The jester. This little fella kept me sane.

Voice one: Get up and fight.

Voice two: Yes, fight.

Voice three: All this talk of fighting scares me. Just sleep.

Yes. The jester was right. I wasn't sure my body could take another hit. I closed my eyes and tried not to think. Or think.

Sorry for the short update. More coming in later. Stay glued.

zyzxx:
alomo we are waiting oo sweetheart

Updated phase one. Phase two loading...

Ishilove:

Dont mind me jare. I can be extraordinarily fussy at times. My mum says i will be very cranky in my old age. Lol

oniranu means 'bad pikin'.

Ishilove loves you too. Enuf homo. (14yrs for me and you). Hehehehehe

I beg to disagree with big momma. You're ok.
Tish me the new word na.
Kirikiri no dey my side o. So I'm safe. Are you?
Oniranu=Idiok etuk ayen. Me gets it now.

Chibwike, no holler-ups t'night?
What an unpredictable fella.
Me lawved your attention.

alomosweets:
Chibwike, no holler-ups t'night?
What an unpredictable fella.
Me lawved your attention.

i wanted you to miss the attention.

alomosweets:
Updated phase one. Phase two loading...

hmmm... Suspense no go kill me oooo
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