WEDDING NIGHT PART 1 (Completed) .
Good day friends, my name is Precious, and what i give you guys is the story of my life. A story of pain, love and sadness. A story of lost hope, betrayal and death. A true life event that turned my life upside down. Where do i start?. I guess i have to start from the major episode, the night that changed my whole life. MY WEDDING NIGHT I write with Tears . ____ The dim light of the room was enough to highlight Damian’s body lying under the covers of our bed. His long frame was silhouetted delicately as the sheet and blanket draped over his naked body. Every muscle of his slender frame was showing through the somewhat thin fabric he placed over himself. The contoured mound of his manhood, prominently showing, was highly erotic and stimulating. My p.u.ssy began to water slowly as I stood in the doorway staring at my new husband. I leaned against the molding of our room door and felt one of my firm little breasts with my hand. My nipple instantly hardened as i felt the heat flow into my stiff nipple. My pussy was slick with my internal naturalness. I felt the warm trickle of my inner desire flow out and coat my now engorging inner lips. My outer folds of personal smoothness also began to warm gently. As I stared at my husband lying there on the bed, my feelings roared all over my body. It was our first night as husband and wife. Oh how happy and fulfilled i was that fateful evening. We really had lots of terrible challenges which we overcame to get married. I closed my eyes as my head played back the events which led to our marriage. I soon felt a hand on my shoulder and another between my legs. I felt warm breath on the back of my neck and the touch of hot soft lips upon my skin at the same time. Damian had joined me. I did not open my eyes. I let my husband feel me. I felt my husband’s hot body tenderly touch mine. His damp skin tenderly brushing mine sent desire rushing through me. He slowly pressed his erection against my body and I felt it throb as blood rushed through it. Slowly he planted tender kisses to the back of my neck. His warm lips felt good on my skin and the tingles from his loving touch made me shiver in delight. I tilted my head to the side slightly and he moved lower with his lips. His hand suddenly covered my tenderness. The jolt of his hand on my place of sensualness made me moan with euphoric pleasure. Slowly, he ran a finger through my hot wet divide. My hot core flowed onto his finger as he moved it up and down, letting it sink into my soft pink fold. I felt my vertical line fold over his finger, contouring to the shape of his digit sliding easily through my sexual lips. I felt my clit come to life. He gently ran his fingertip over my hard sensitive knob of pleasure. I shivered and moaned loudly. Expertly his other hand covered one of my small breasts which he squeezed hard. My nipple, as hard as it already was, filled with more blood and felt as if it was going to actually pop off my body. The intense feeling made my body quiver. Suddenly and with a swift move, he swung me around making me whimper in pleasure. His handsome face was smooth and his eyes deep. I touched his cheek softly and ran my fingertip over his lips. He gave me a very caring look; the look I fell in love with the moment we met. Wrapping his arms around my delicate warm body, he brought his lips to mine, kissing me tenderly and long. I felt my breath leave my lungs like it always did. Damian knew just how to leave me breathless. . click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemaker.com/2016/11/17/wedding-night-part-1/

ADEBIMPE THE FACEBOOK GIRL PART 1
(S*x, Hatred, Revenge, Love, Betrayed)
(Completed)
.


Early february. I met adebimpe on
facebook as
a mutual friend to
one of my friends. One thing led to
another, we
started chatting
on BBM and early march, we started E-
dating.
3weeks ago, we
discussed on how we will see facially and
she
suggested to
travel down to meet me in akure if only I
can
send T.fare.
Adebimpe is a student of uniport so she
fully
based in PHC.
I was so happy that I started day dreaming
how the visitation will
look like, the romance, fun, love-making
etc. .
On the 14th of
april, I sent 10k into her account as Tfare.
She
called me to tell
me she got the money. And the travelling
preparation
began.
The D-day came. I have cleaned up my
room,
bought foodstuffs,
bought a new pack of CD., wen she
dropped at
akure garage, I
told her to pick a bike to my house
address
which she did, she
got to my house at around 5pm. I ushered
her
in, gave her soft
drinks and we were chating. Wen it was
6pm,
she shocked me by
telling me she has a cousin here in akure
and
that’s where she
will be staying throughout her 3days of
stay
and dat I shd visit
her at her cousin’s place the following day.
I
was so sad but I
didn’t show it, I faked a smile and walk her
off
to take bike.
I come dey reason am say “se na like dis
my
10k go waste?”.
The next day, I didn’t go to visit her and I
lied
that I was sick with
the mindset that she will come to my place
instead. But na lie,
all she could do was to call me and ask
after
my health.
That nite, I couldn’t sleep. I was just
wondering how silly I am. I
just put my fone in silence and forcefully
slept
off.
As I woke up around 6am in the morning, I
picked my fone and I
saw a text from adebimpe. Which says
“baby
u knw I will be
leaving today, wat time should I come to
visit
u so as to get my
return Tfare”. Chaiii, na so my head spark
.
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HOME ADVANTAGE (S*X Story) PART 1 .
In the year 2006……………………… We were at work arranging scrap metals, when we noticed a car drove in. Chidi: twelve years work for here no fit buy that ride Me: Trust me bro, I ain’t spending twelve months here. I hope you do the same Chidi: Abegi! no be everybody dem do school for. Na by force I take finish JS 3 sef Me: Na you talk so Chidi: Me wan gather money go open my shop. Me: Na now you dey talk. Ibo boy. A woman stepped out of the car, walking towards the admin office Chidi: Na oga wife be that o. Me: which of the ogas? Chidi: Chief Rotimi, na him get this factory. Me: The same Chief Rotimi the polit… ‘’Tattoo and Chidi, e be like say this work don tire una abi?’’ Our supervisor snorted from behind.‘’If I catch una dey talk instead of working, I go show una’’ We continued arranging the scrap metals. I clocked out at five as usual. I was walking home when I saw an elderly woman, which I guessed would be in her sixties looking lost. The woman was in iro and buba, so I guessed she should be from the west. I approached her. ”Good evening ma.” I greeted her in Yoruba with a little bow. Woman: Good evening, my son. Do you live around here? Me: yes, ma. Woman: I’m going to my daughter’s house, but this area is confusing. The street was supposed to be behind this bank, but I don’t seem to understand it anymore. Me: The bank here is new. There’s another one over there. Woman: Please take me there. God bless you, my son. Me: Amen ma. She easily recognized the street just the behind the other bank. She knocked when we got to the front gate. The gate-man opened. Just before she entered a car horned behind. A woman alighted and i could swear I have seen that face before. The younger woman: Mummy welcome. I have been worried. The older woman: My phone battery went flat, I’m sorry. The younger woman: It’s okay ma. Bless God you’re here. But, you didn’t tell me you would be coming with somebody? The older woman: I almost got lost, but thanks to this my son. The younger woman: oh! What’s your name, young man? Me: Galacious, ma The younger woman: Thank you so much Me: You’re welcome, ma The younger woman: Alright let’s all go inside. Galacious please come in. Me: hmm, I’m sorry ma I have to head back home The younger woman: oh! Not even a drink? Me: It’s getting late ma, thanks. The younger woman:: ok. I understand. She reached into her purse and brought out some notes. The younger woman: please buy recharge card with this She stretched her right hand towards me. Me: don’t bother ma The younger woman:: oh! I insist Me: I’m sorry ma The younger woman: Really? She withdrew her hand. The older woman: He is well brought up. You shall not die young. Me: Amen ma. Good night. ‘’ Good night, my son,’’ ‘’Alright. Take care dear’’ They said in unison. The next day was a Sunday—–our match day. The evening football match came up every Sunday evening. The street had a mini stadium where kids played every day, but Sunday evening was reserved for the older ones. The game started as usual. Everything seemed normal till a shot was deflected and the ball bounced into the street to hit one of the young ladies walking along. One was Chinenye who lived on the street, but the other lady, whom the ball hit, doesn’t look familiar. Other lady: Jeez! Chinenye: sorry dear Other lady: look at my gown! I ran towards the ball, picked it up and tossed it to the field before turning to the ladies. Me: sorry about that ma’am Chinenye: Thanks jawe, Galacious. Other lady: thanks? Seriously, Chinenye? So you’re sorry comment is going to remove this stain, right? She snorted, starring at me. Chinenye: C’mon Princess let’s get back Inside. Chinenye placed her arm around her shoulder and they headed home. I couldn’t utter a word after the apology. Not that I didn’t know what to say, but I was dumbfounded by her beauty. Ne-yo’s ‘When You’re Mad’ was playing in my head. I could swear I had never seen such beauty in my life. I stood there like a statute and watched them walk back to Chinenye ‘s house. I was brought back to reality when I heard a voice coming from the pitch ‘’Galacious, our set!’’. Throughout the game there was only one name ringing in my head——-Princess. Heading back home after the game I met Tunji who was coming out of my building. ‘’Galacious, how far?’’ ‘’ i dey . This one way I see you for our house. Abeg o, my sister still young o.’’ I accused him. ‘’Kai! I no be Pedophile na.’’ He protested and continued, ‘’na the new girl I come shadow.’’ ‘’Which new girl be that?’’ i asked. ‘’Oh! You don’t know? Good. Her name na Udenme and an me dey do her parole.’’ He explained. ‘’Udenme? For this house?’’ ‘’Yes na. Na Grace’s cousin. But guy, like i said earlier na me dey do her parole. No go use home advantage for me.’’ ‘’TJ, you? Where you keep Kemi, Angela, Chinelo. Rita…..’’ ‘’Guy bone dat thing. I don’t tell you be that. I dey go my house.’’ ‘’Alright bro, later.’’
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HUSBAND AWAY, WIFE COMES OUT TO PLAY PART 1 (Completed) .

I was idly pushing my trolley back to my car in the Exclusive Stores car park when the screaming of a baby disturbed my thoughts. Next to my car a well-dressed young woman was unloading a vast amount of shopping into the back of a gleaming silver 2014 Toyota Prado while trying to soothe the small child sitting at the back of her trolley. The sound was so strident that it was hard to believe such a small person could make that much noise. Many people were looking at her with disgust, and I even heard a couple of them murmuring. “See as the yeye little girl dey make noise. So to show us say she get money, she come dey bring her notice-me pikin.” “Abeg no mind am. If we look am now, na sugar daddy she get oh. Born pikin out of wedlock.” I just shook my head. Typical Nigerians and their bad belle. Ever the gentleman, I offered to finish the unloading if she wanted to put the child in the car. The offer was accepted gratefully as she was already getting frustrated. I heard the two busybodies murmuring again and I turned to give them a hard glare. They quickly turned away and faced their own matters. When I’d finished I asked her if she had far to go. “Only up to Zone 6. I’m afraid she’s long overdue for her afternoon nap.” “I pass there on my way home – if I follow you, I could repeat the process while you settle her down.” “Are you sure? It’s a very kind thought and I’m just about at my wits end with all this screaming.” “Consider it a deal,” I said, liking her appreciative smile. I loaded my own small basket of goods onto my front seat and waited for her to reverse out of her slot before following her SUV at a safe distance. We arrived at a large detached house in about twenty minutes and she got out, opening the trunk & waiting for me to join her. She removed the still unhappy baby and headed indoors. “The shopping can go in the kitchen – straight through,” she said over her shoulder. While unloading her groceries I took a quick look at the surroundings. The compound was quite large and had a 3-car garage to one side. I saw a cool-looking Honda Accord and a wicked- looking black Mercedes E-Class parked under the canopy. The house itself was a beautiful cream color. I was just carrying in the last bags when she returned downstairs. “That’s so sweet of you” she said, “Would you like a drink?” “Well…” I looked at my watch and then at her, “Well, OK – as long as I’m not delaying you” “Certainly not. By the way, I’m Bessem” she said, “I’ve finished for the day now – or until her highness wakes again. There’s only the two of us.” I must have looked surprised. “I do have a man, but he works in an oil field and is away for about another ten days – depending how many drunken days he stays in PH before he decides to head back to Abuja.” I sensed the bitterness in her voice and wondered what caused the husband to stay away longer than he had to; after all, the woman was very attractive and had a nice rather shapely figure. However, nobody other than the couple themselves knows reasons for such things. I followed her into a very large and luxurious living room. She walked over to a bar and prepared the drinks, passing a glass to me. Bending forward to put it on the table she gave me an excellent brief view of a deep cléavage between two firm bréasts, but I wasn’t sure whether that was intentional or not. We sat over our drinks and she elicited that I was single, two years older than her and a junior partner in a local firm of lawyers. In exchange, I learnt that she was a qualified real estate agent but no longer working since the arrival of the baby. She mentioned more than once that her life was quite lonely without her husband around to do things for her – she didn’t elaborate on what specific things. A second glass of wine was served and Bessem excused herself to check on the baby upstairs. Shortly afterwards I heard the toilet flush and she returned to the kitchen, commenting that the youngster was fast asleep. As she walked past me to the bar I had an embarrassing shock. Bessem had obviously been to the toilet, but in her hurry to come downstairs, she had caught one side of the back of her short skirt in her panties and was now exposing the briefest of black thongs and a large area of her pert bottom. I thought it kinder to warn her rather than have her realise it later and be even more mortified. “Um, I think you got something sort of ….caught ….in your skirt ….when you were upstairs” I said. She turned towards me and smoothed down her skirt at the front. “No, it’s at the back” Her hands went behind her and she blushed scarlet as she realized what had happened. “I….I’m so sorry” she said apologetically, sorting out the problem. She brought the glasses to the table and must have felt too awkward to look at me for a while. When she did there was a wry smile on her face. “I suppose you saw everything?” “Not quite everything” I assured her and added boldly “But what I did see was extremely attractive.” “My fault for wearing such a short skirt, and I should have worn more sensible pants” “Oh no, that would have spoilt my enjoyment” I grinned. “I don’t usually wear them” “What?” I exclaimed, “Panties?” “No, you silly man, thongs. I was much younger when I last went out without panties. Now you’re making my mind go into overdrive.” Bessem sat quietly for a few minutes & then got up from the table and went into what I presumed was the kitchen. She returned in a few seconds with a slightly flushed look on her face and sat to finish her drink. I finished my drink, thanked her and was about to make my departure when she asked if I could help her with one small task before I left. I agreed and she ferreted in a cupboard to find a light bulb. “If you could just hold this chair on the landing while I change this, I’d be most grateful.” She trotted up the stairs ahead of me and I had an even more érotic view of her butt as it undulated with each step. At the top she turned to await my delivery of the chair and I was now treated to a view that I certainly wasn’t expecting. The short skirt was so brief, that with her legs slightly parted, I saw no sign of the black thong – only the dark shadow of pink. I tried not to show surprise and put the chair under the light fitting. She climbed onto it and in seconds had the bulb changed. She put out her arms towards me and almost jumped off the chair, resulting in her falling against me. After the disclosure of her lack of panties, presumably removed when she went to the kitchen, I was now in no doubt as to her ulterior motive – or I hoped I was. The resultant clumsy clinch confirmed my wildest hopes, for her arms went around my neck and she kissed me hard. I returned the favor before she came up for breath. She looked at me with a seductive smile. “I must remember to put that bulb back in the cupboard – there’s nothing wrong with it, but I was too shy to ask you blatantly to come upstairs. D’you mind?” “How devious of you!!” I answered, “But I’d have to be peculiar to object,” and kissed her again, letting my hands stroke the back of her thighs before advancing to the smooth rounded cheeks above. When she looked up again she was panting a little, “I’ve taken off my thong.” she mumbled. “I know, I saw that when I was coming up the stairs” Bessem butted my chest with her head, “So you knew!! Just as well you didn’t see it – it was very mucky. I’ve been turned on ever since you first spoke at the Supermarket” “Well, this certainly isn’t going to turn you off” She looked down and whispered quietly, “I don’t want to be turned off. I want you to turn me on a whole lot more – totally in fact” “I’m not actually equipped for ‘totally’” I said, regretting that my wallet was devoid of the usual small “packet” for emergencies like this. “There’s no need to worry about that – and from where I’m standing you feel well equipped for “totally” – and growing more so by the minute” she replied seductively, rubbing my crotch. She was right about my growing, for I could feel my érection aching to be freed from my jeans as it pressed against her. I was beginning to understand her sadness from earlier. Here was a young, hot woman frustrated by the lack of intimacy from a husband who prefered to be 500 miles away in the arms of a höoker. Which sane person does that? All that stored up tension in her needs to find an outlet. This young mother- of-one needs all the release she can get. Bessem opened the door to what I imagined was a spare bedroom and was pulling her blouse off before I was inside. She closed the door quietly and undid the side zip on her skirt. A magnificently proportioned body clad only in a black bra confronted me and she unclipped it quickly as she bounced onto the bed. “Get those clothes off and come here,” she growled. . click on the link below to continue reading
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