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My Virgin Story by Pascalblinks: 8:42am On May 30, 2017
MY VIRGIN STORY PART 1 .


Until late 2009, I was still a virgin. I used to think it was cool to be a virgin (talk about my religious upbringing) until I realized everybody around me was growing up and losing their innocence, leaving me behind. My story started several years ago, when I was still 10 years old. At that tender age, everything I knew about s-x was from tiny bits of information from much older boys, and preaching from elders and religious leaders that s-x is evil and we should keep away from it. Trust children, they only succeeded in making us very curious. We were living in a storey building of four flats then in the suburbs of one of Nigeria’s fastest cities. Each family lived in a flat. My family occupied the flat upstairs on the left, adjacent to the landlady’s flat. The family living directly below us downstairs had a girl called Tola, who was almost my age. We have something in common; while I was the last born of my parents, she was also the last born of her parents. There were many children and young people in the house then as all the four families in the compound had kids. We usually played together in the compound. She was a pretty girl. Now I could remember that she was fair in complexion. She had dimpled cheeks and long hair which her parents made into ponytails. She was my best-friend. Sometimes, Tola and I would lock ourselves in a room and play doctor and patient. I would be the doctor and she would be the patient. She would off her clothes and lay on the bed, then I would examine her. I could see the two tiny pink buds that would later blossom into unmentionables. Then I would see that narrow canal in between her legs with that little protrusion which would later be that wet, come-dripping, juicy pleasure filled well, called p—sy(the protrusion is the cl–t). Then we would change position. She would become doctor and I would become patient. I would remove my clothes and lie on the bed. Then she would examine my body, including that tiny, pointed stick that would later become the ultimate instrument of pleasure, the d—-k. Actually that was my first close examination of a p—sy. It was a child’s p—sy and it was tiny. In our innocence, we would play on without understanding the functions of those organs we were playing with. Well, somebody soon taught me what the p—- sy was. One of the older girls in our compound was Tosin. We used to call her aunty Tosin because at that time, she would be about 19 years old. She was the landlady’s niece and she lived with her family. She was dark, of average height with a voluptuous body. She had chubby cheeks and nice teeth. Oh, I forgot to mention those two big unmentionables. They were d–n big. She had an average a—s but the unmentionables were huge. The usually knock against each other when we were playing. I didn’t know how to place those sensations I felt whenever I saw her smiling at me and those unmentionable pointing like twin oranges. I just knew my instrument used to stand at attention whenever I saw her. Now I know it was arousal. Then it happened one day. I came back from school and met the door of our apartment locked. My parents had locked the door and gone out. So I went to the landlady’s house to play as usual Innocent me couldn’t really place the sensations I was feeling whenever I sighted those heavy unmentionables bouncing and her—shaking. Now I know it was arousal. Well, I just knew I would just feel my blood rising and my J man standing erect whenever she smiled at me. She liked me a lot. I never knew she had plans for me until one day when I came back from school and met nobody in our house. My parents had gone out and locked the door to our apartment. I had to go and chill at the landlady’s apartment adjacent to our own as usual. Well, aunty Tosin was the only person at home that day. She had just finished writing her WAEC and was just chilling at home. I quickly settled down and started watching TV, knowing I was in safe hands. She was having a bath, I could hear the sound of splashing water from the bathroom as I watched tv. After some time I heard my name. “Ayo!” It was her calling me. But now I was hearing her voice from the bedroom. Apparently, she was through with bathing. I walked into the bedroom and saw her. I was shocked by what I saw. Initially, I just stared at her. I’d never seen an adult like that before. I was confused. She was naked, except for her panties. She stood, facing me, her twin oranges with their dark, rosy tips pointing at me. I felt an aching in my g— n . she smiled softly, and motioned me with a finger. Then she commanded in a soft voice. ‘come here’ . click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com/2017/05/29/virgin-story-part-1/
Re: My Virgin Story by Pascalblinks: 4:16pm On Jun 06, 2017
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Re: My Virgin Story by Pascalblinks: 8:07pm On Aug 28, 2017
EATING THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT PART 1 .
Jide Babalola was having a bad day.What worried him was not the fact that he seemed to be having a progressively bad day every day for the past three months. He was concerned because he was beginning to get used to it. And that was not a good thing.The kitchen of the Babalola household was redolent with the smell of something fried and spicy, but the ambience was ruined by the emotions running riot in the fragrant space. A plate on the counter washeaped with an appetising load of golden toast and fried eggs, a cup of coffee steaming beside it. As mouth-watering as the food looked, it was the object of dispute that morning. Jide stood over the meal, arms crossed as he faced his wife, who sat on the other side of the counter, pretending to be busy.“Patricia.” He said softly. His wife ignored him, and concentrated on furiously tapping the keys of the laptop in front of her. Early on in their marriage, whenever hecalled her full name like that, she would give him her full attention, because it usually meant he was in a serious mood. “Patricia, can you at least respond when I call you?”She stopped typing and looked up at him over the edge of the laptop. Her eyes were smouldering with anger; if looks could kill, he would have been vaporized by her gaze.“Am I deaf or are you blind?” she retorted. “You’re standing no farther than three feet away from me in this small kitchen and you want a formal acknowledgment to show I can hear you?”Jide clenched his jaw. “Is it a crime to ask for simple courtesy?”She glared at him for a moment longer, then tapped a few buttons on her laptop and closed it gently. When she faced him, arms folded on top of the laptop, insinceresmile on her face, he sighed inwardly. Her attitude was about to get worse.“Yes, lord and Master.” Patricia jeered. “Your servant is listening, please speak.”Jide sighed, and then chose to ignore the sarcasm in her voice. “Like I said, I’m running late so I won’t be able to eat this morning. I understand why that would upset you.”Patricia laughed. There was no humour in the sound. “Oh no, i don’t think you understand at all. But you will. Very soon.”“And what does that mean? Is that a threat? I’m sick and tired of all this, woman. Every day it’s one quarrel or another.”“Yes it seems that way, doesn’t it?” Patricia cut in. “Let me see, yesterday you were angry because I didn’t make breakfast for you, right? I apologized and explained I had a work deadline to meet but you stalked out. Today I wake up early to fry you eggs and now you’re saying…”“That’s why I am apologizing!” Jide yelled.Patricia raised a brow and allowed his shout to fade off before she clapped her hands slowly. “By shouting, right? You have a funny way of apologizing o…”Fifteen minutes later, Jide’s Sienna pulled out angrily from his compound. Setheing at the memory of his conversation with hiswife, he ignored the greeting of his securityguard and sped out of the estate where they lived, almost brushing a yellow tricycle into a gutter. He ignored the driver’s yell, increasing his speed as he took out his annoyance on the road, leaning on his car horn and yelling curses at any driver that dared to be slow.He knew it was just transferred aggression, but he couldn’t help himself. Despite all the self- help books he had bought and counselling documents he hadread online, his marriage seemed to be growing more strained by the day. He and Patricia had only been married less than two years and although he had been advised the point they were in would be the most stressful, he couldn’t imagine things getting any worse than they alreadywere.When Jide Babalola pulled up at the commercial law chambers where he worked as a brand communication manager, he forced himself to calm down before he left his car. He looked at his wristwatch and frowned as he realized he had actually reached work too early. His conscience pricked him as he rememberedthe things he had said to his wife in anger because he thought he was late, but he knew when he returned from work, the argument would continue if he dared to bring it up. He sighed and flipped down the mirror above his head so he could adjust his tie before he took the elevator tothe floor where his office was. He knew he looked good; the confidence of his long-legged stride was somtheing he had used years to cultivate. It was part of his job to project that corporate look and the admiring looks he received as he made hisway to his office attested to the fact.But Jide knew looks weren’t the most important thing. Peace of mind was. He greeted his secretary and breezed into his office and his practised smile faded as he settled behind his desk and sighed. He sincerely wished he could turn back the hands of time to this morning. If he hadn’t misread the time, he might have been able to eat a little of the breakfast Patricia had made for him…He frowned as his office door opened, then whipped up his professional smile a she recognized the person who had barged into his office. It was his colleague,Anita Bankole. Her tight dress stopped justabove the knee, sheathing her curves, the red colour the exact same shade as the lipstick heavily coating her mouth. He winced internally as he wondered if there was anything subtle about Anita. She was the personification of in-your-face attitude and her habit of bulldozing her way into his office without knocking was annoying.Jide was careful to keep his expression pleasant, however. She was one step above him on the corporate ladder; it wouldn’t be wise to show his displeasure.“Jide, my dear!” she squealed, walking over to him, her high heeled shoes clicking on the polished floor as she came around the side of his office table. He started to stand up, but she waved him back into his seat.“Good morning, Anita… oooof!”His greeting was cut short as she sat on him without warning and pressed her lips against his.And that literally, was how the first source of temptation fell into Jide Babalola’s lap….. Jolayemi has been unemployed since 3 years that he finished service and he is already twenty-five years of age…. He was walking down the road when he saw a signboard with vacancy written on it….he smiled buh it was short lived when he saw the condition attached…. 15 years of experience,abeg how old am I,he said aloud before walking away having one destination in mind….third mainland bridge
. click on the link below to continue reading www.naijanoisemakers.com/2017/08/12/eating-forbidden-fruit-part-1/
Re: My Virgin Story by Pascalblinks: 11:26pm On Sep 01, 2017
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.’’
. click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com/2016/12/16/home-advantage-sx-story-part-1/

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Re: My Virgin Story by Pascalblinks: 12:53pm On Sep 07, 2017
MY LIFE IN MY PASTOR’S HOUSE PART 1 .

I was not that happy when I was forced to leave with my church pastor’s and his family. My pastor name is donald and he has lost his wife. He is quite rich,he had one son two daughters. The son was his firstborn and about 26yrs in age,his name is mark. His second born christine,oh christine was my senior. She is 18yrs of age that looks like 26 with her huge boobs and big backyard. His third born,Hannah in 17yrs of age with very large backyard even more than christine,she is my classmate.They are both very fair in complexion. Oh me,my name is jason,same age with christine,am a bit tall with wizkhalifa body,am the second and the last born. My father was the richest man in my area and my mother is a bussiness woman. Present “Jason,jason,jason” my father shouted from the downstairs angrily. “What’s wrong with this man gan sef”I murmed angrily. I quickly wear my knicker and ran downstair. To my surprise,my father was holding his belt,his eyes were red,I knew am dead. My mother knelt down and was crying profusely. My dad: Jason I heard you slapped your school principal’s daughter, true? *raising up the belt* Me: T…ru..e*stammering* He moved closer to me and said “hope you have a genuine reason?”. Oh God,I can’t tell him Eva(my principal daughter) try to kiss me,though it was a mistake I slapped her. My dad: Can’t you answer? Me: It was mistake. My mum: You heard him. He mistakenly slapped her My dad: Shut up this woman,you want to spoil his life?. Sleeping with Dorothy my friend’s daughter was also a mistake(oh that,she seduced me). Beating up his classmate outside the school is also a mistake(julia said I had small d–k). Be fully prepared,you will be living with pastor donald from tommorrow henceforth. Maybe you will learn your lesson then. He angrily dropped the belt and went to his room. Mama had this look “that’s okay by me”. I went back inside,unclad myself,I stare at my long big d–k “you implicated me” I said softly. I went into the bathroom and have my bath. I put on my uniform,collected my pocket money from mama not after several advice which I just pretended to hear and I went straight to school. One thing about my father,he hates spoilt kid,that’s why he never allow me near all his car,I love trekking and its fun. Oh,I was an ss2 student,same class with hannah,christine was in sss3 and also the senior gir.I was very handsome,fair but not too much in complexion with my killing pink lips I got to school to see many students outside the gate all knelt down,I knew am late and it was my dad’s fault. I walked nearer and I also knelt down,I raise my head to see eva and julia(julia,the one that says I had a small d–k). Eva was very beautiful and a gentle type,she had medium boobs and a-s and was very fair in complexion while julia is choco in complexion and had this huge a-s I’ve never seen though small boobs. Eva looked away the moment our eyes met while julia stared angrily. *weytin concern me,make dem die*. Eva: *finally speak* why are you late? *referring to me* Me: I woke up late. And you what are you two doing here,are you the prefect? Julia: Oh that, senior girl put us here Christine(senior girl): Hey jason,why are you late and why don’t you come to church yesterday? Me: I was very sick yesterday*lied* that’s why I woke up late today Christine: You may enter Eva and julia looked at christine. “What?” Christine asked them “Nothing” they both replied. I heard the rest student murmuring but who cares? Mtcheeeew,I entered smiling . click on the link below to continue reading
http://naijanoisemakers.com/2017/05/22/life-pastors-house-part-1/
Re: My Virgin Story by Pascalblinks: 12:58pm On Sep 07, 2017
MY LIFE IN MY PASTOR’S HOUSE PART 1 .

I was not that happy when I was forced to leave with my church pastor’s and his family. My pastor name is donald and he has lost his wife. He is quite rich,he had one son two daughters. The son was his firstborn and about 26yrs in age,his name is mark. His second born christine,oh christine was my senior. She is 18yrs of age that looks like 26 with her huge boobs and big backyard. His third born,Hannah in 17yrs of age with very large backyard even more than christine,she is my classmate.They are both very fair in complexion. Oh me,my name is jason,same age with christine,am a bit tall with wizkhalifa body,am the second and the last born. My father was the richest man in my area and my mother is a bussiness woman. Present “Jason,jason,jason” my father shouted from the downstairs angrily. “What’s wrong with this man gan sef”I murmed angrily. I quickly wear my knicker and ran downstair. To my surprise,my father was holding his belt,his eyes were red,I knew am dead. My mother knelt down and was crying profusely. My dad: Jason I heard you slapped your school principal’s daughter, true? *raising up the belt* Me: T…ru..e*stammering* He moved closer to me and said “hope you have a genuine reason?”. Oh God,I can’t tell him Eva(my principal daughter) try to kiss me,though it was a mistake I slapped her. My dad: Can’t you answer? Me: It was mistake. My mum: You heard him. He mistakenly slapped her My dad: Shut up this woman,you want to spoil his life?. Sleeping with Dorothy my friend’s daughter was also a mistake(oh that,she seduced me). Beating up his classmate outside the school is also a mistake(julia said I had small d–k). Be fully prepared,you will be living with pastor donald from tommorrow henceforth. Maybe you will learn your lesson then. He angrily dropped the belt and went to his room. Mama had this look “that’s okay by me”. I went back inside,unclad myself,I stare at my long big d–k “you implicated me” I said softly. I went into the bathroom and have my bath. I put on my uniform,collected my pocket money from mama not after several advice which I just pretended to hear and I went straight to school. One thing about my father,he hates spoilt kid,that’s why he never allow me near all his car,I love trekking and its fun. Oh,I was an ss2 student,same class with hannah,christine was in sss3 and also the senior gir.I was very handsome,fair but not too much in complexion with my killing pink lips I got to school to see many students outside the gate all knelt down,I knew am late and it was my dad’s fault. I walked nearer and I also knelt down,I raise my head to see eva and julia(julia,the one that says I had a small d–k). Eva was very beautiful and a gentle type,she had medium boobs and a-s and was very fair in complexion while julia is choco in complexion and had this huge a-s I’ve never seen though small boobs. Eva looked away the moment our eyes met while julia stared angrily. *weytin concern me,make dem die*. Eva: *finally speak* why are you late? *referring to me* Me: I woke up late. And you what are you two doing here,are you the prefect? Julia: Oh that, senior girl put us here Christine(senior girl): Hey jason,why are you late and why don’t you come to church yesterday? Me: I was very sick yesterday*lied* that’s why I woke up late today Christine: You may enter Eva and julia looked at christine. “What?” Christine asked them “Nothing” they both replied. I heard the rest student murmuring but who cares? Mtcheeeew,I entered smiling . click on the link below to continue reading
http://naijanoisemakers.com/2017/05/22/life-pastors-house-part-1/
Re: My Virgin Story by Pascalblinks: 1:24pm On Sep 07, 2017
MY LIFE IN MY PASTOR’S HOUSE PART 1 .

I was not that happy when I was forced to leave with my church pastor’s and his family. My pastor name is donald and he has lost his wife. He is quite rich,he had one son two daughters. The son was his firstborn and about 26yrs in age,his name is mark. His second born christine,oh christine was my senior. She is 18yrs of age that looks like 26 with her huge boobs and big backyard. His third born,Hannah in 17yrs of age with very large backyard even more than christine,she is my classmate.They are both very fair in complexion. Oh me,my name is jason,same age with christine,am a bit tall with wizkhalifa body,am the second and the last born. My father was the richest man in my area and my mother is a bussiness woman. Present “Jason,jason,jason” my father shouted from the downstairs angrily. “What’s wrong with this man gan sef”I murmed angrily. I quickly wear my knicker and ran downstair. To my surprise,my father was holding his belt,his eyes were red,I knew am dead. My mother knelt down and was crying profusely. My dad: Jason I heard you slapped your school principal’s daughter, true? *raising up the belt* Me: T…ru..e*stammering* He moved closer to me and said “hope you have a genuine reason?”. Oh God,I can’t tell him Eva(my principal daughter) try to kiss me,though it was a mistake I slapped her. My dad: Can’t you answer? Me: It was mistake. My mum: You heard him. He mistakenly slapped her My dad: Shut up this woman,you want to spoil his life?. Sleeping with Dorothy my friend’s daughter was also a mistake(oh that,she seduced me). Beating up his classmate outside the school is also a mistake(julia said I had small d–k). Be fully prepared,you will be living with pastor donald from tommorrow henceforth. Maybe you will learn your lesson then. He angrily dropped the belt and went to his room. Mama had this look “that’s okay by me”. I went back inside,unclad myself,I stare at my long big d–k “you implicated me” I said softly. I went into the bathroom and have my bath. I put on my uniform,collected my pocket money from mama not after several advice which I just pretended to hear and I went straight to school. One thing about my father,he hates spoilt kid,that’s why he never allow me near all his car,I love trekking and its fun. Oh,I was an ss2 student,same class with hannah,christine was in sss3 and also the senior gir.I was very handsome,fair but not too much in complexion with my killing pink lips I got to school to see many students outside the gate all knelt down,I knew am late and it was my dad’s fault. I walked nearer and I also knelt down,I raise my head to see eva and julia(julia,the one that says I had a small d–k). Eva was very beautiful and a gentle type,she had medium boobs and a-s and was very fair in complexion while julia is choco in complexion and had this huge a-s I’ve never seen though small boobs. Eva looked away the moment our eyes met while julia stared angrily. *weytin concern me,make dem die*. Eva: *finally speak* why are you late? *referring to me* Me: I woke up late. And you what are you two doing here,are you the prefect? Julia: Oh that, senior girl put us here Christine(senior girl): Hey jason,why are you late and why don’t you come to church yesterday? Me: I was very sick yesterday*lied* that’s why I woke up late today Christine: You may enter Eva and julia looked at christine. “What?” Christine asked them “Nothing” they both replied. I heard the rest student murmuring but who cares? Mtcheeeew,I entered smiling . click on the link below to continue reading
http://naijanoisemakers.com/2017/05/22/life-pastors-house-part-1/
Re: My Virgin Story by Pascalblinks: 1:00pm On Sep 08, 2017
BIRTHDAY S£X PART 1 (Completed) .
It was my 21st birthday and I was on my way to see my girlfriend in school. She stayed off campus in a 3 bedroom flat which she shared with two of her friends, Tolu and Tochi. Tolu was short, dark skinned, attractive, Tochi however was a bit taller and light skinned, but still reasonably attractive. My girl’s bestfriend however was Ife, who was in the same department as her and whose best feature (in my humble opinion) was her big br**sts. Apparently the four of them were taking me out for a meal and drinks that night. I arrived at their house and rang the doorbell, Tolu answered it, wearing a dressing-gown, obviously still in the process of getting ready to go out, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, wished me happy birthday and ushered me into the house. I asked where my girl was and she replied that she was in her bedroom, but didn’t want me to come in just yet, as she had a surprise for me. I went to sit down on the couch, but Tolu quickly stopped me, and pointed me towards a chair placed in the middle of the room, as apparently I had to be centre of attention in the middle of the room. I didn’t see the point in arguing so I took the chair. But as soon as I sat down, I felt my arms being pulled back behind the chair and heard a click and I could feel my hands were restrained. I looked behind me and saw that my hands had been handcuffed behind the chair. I turned my head back around to protest and saw Tochi and Ife were now standing next to Tolu, both also wearing dressing-gowns. “What do you think you’re playing at?” I said. “There’s been a slight change in plan” Tolu informed me. “We’ve decided not to take you out after all, Instead we’re all going to have a cosy night in.” “Why the handcuffs? And where is Moji?” I demanded. (Moji being my girlfriend) “Well, as we’re not going out we had to think of a way to treat you, as it’s still your birthday after all, and Moji kindly agreed to let us have some fun with you, but we didn’t want you running away, getting impatient or generally doing anything we don’t want you to, so we’ve had to handcuff you to the chair.” Tochi enlightened me. “And to stop your babe from interfering, unfortunately we’ve had to handcuff her to her bed, but don’t worry, she’s fine, and you’ll get to see her later. But for now, sit back, do as you’re told and most importantly enjoy yourself!” Ife Said. . With that the three girls undid the ties at the front of their dressing-gowns and to my amazement, one at a time, took them off. Tochi was the first to slip out of hers, revealing herself to be wearing just a pink bra and matching thong and then doing a little twirl to make sure I’d got a good view. Tolu took hers off next, to reveal a black push-up bra that gave her a nice cleavage and matching tie-side briefs, she also gave a little twirl to give me a good view. Finally Ife took her dressing-gown off, revealing a white bra that was struggling to contain her big br**sts and matching underwear that was revealed to be a G-string upon her completing a twirl. I couldn’t believe what was happening, Moji’s hot friends were in just their underwear in front of me, apparently ready to give me a good night, something I was more than willing to accept, even if it wasn’t being forced upon me via handcuffs, after all this was already turning out better than my wildest dreams! . click on the link below to continue reading www.naijanoisemakers.com/2016/09/27/birthday-sx-part-1/
Re: My Virgin Story by BlinksBlinkd: 1:02pm On Sep 16, 2017
ACTION IN CALABAR (18+) PART 1 .
Fred Life as a struggling actor can be frustrating which clearly explains the meaning of struggle. Those days you go hungry just so you get transport fare for auditions, those demeaning things one had to do to make career ends meet, no cash was coming in but the joy of doing what you love maximized the utility I craved for. I studied Theater Arts in the prestigious university of Ibadan, took numerous courses in the field of film and Cinematography and also acquired some skill in practical by joining various drama groups. knowledge wise, I am rich, and I’ve been told countless times that I am the future of moving pictures and it is better in my hands than anyone. Despite my formidable CV in the theater world, I still haven’t gotten my big break, the industry does not know me, I have been in front of cameras but not with ace directors or the big cakes in the industry, so many free jobs I did to just send my name out there to someone who will love me enough to believe in me. This wait of mine is five years and it has start to mess with my being, I kept on going but instead of getting what I want, i got the flip side of the coin, offers were coming but as a lecturer! This was good news to people around me but It wasn’t to me, it made me feel like I never will live that life I dream of daily, my mother managed to convince me, saying it could be a blessing in disguise and I should see it more as an encouragement and not a curse. My mom is a pastor and she knows how to use to scripture to pass her message across, I was pinned to the edge of my thoughts until I start to reconsider being a lecturer in the theater arts, over time; I started to convince myself saying it is better than nothing. I went through my emails on the eve of my birthday; I went through the mails sent to me by various institution, i weighed them and I considered the University of Calabar and the University of Abuja, both attractive and the pay was reasonable, first; I called the University of Abuja and they told me the offer was closed, the job have been given out. It didn’t get me sad, instead I was irritated at myself for thinking a job offered to me nine months ago could still be available, I got discouraged and didn’t call my second option, until I was persuaded again by my mother. I called UNICAL and they confirmed to me that the job was still very much available and they have been praying I call. Reluctantly, I told them I will join them as soon as I can. A month later, after dangerous thoughts and further persuasions from folks and friends, I decided to go to Calabar, it seem to be where God is for me. Uduak I am here packing up my bags to journey back to Nigeria, my country but I am not sure I can call it home. I have stayed here in the United kingdom for twenty years, going back is both exciting and depressing simultaneously. I thought of going there to learn in detail about the culture and norms so as to project it in moving pictures, it is my way of standing distinct amidst the very competitive environment I am in; theater arts is a big deal here in the UK, so one need a strong and formidable symbol that will single you out as Unique. An excellent edge is needed. After much deliberations, I was able to figure that I have all I need within me, I just have to harness the most potent factors to command the results I seek. Nigeria my country have over 200 ethnic groups with dynamic cultures, distinctly different from each other, the theater have not seen this and they have; they have not seen it from my perspective. I made a lot of findings, I picked my nativity {Efik} as my focal point, It is going to be my project. I have to show to the British filming academy why they should love not just my tribe but the other hundreds in the country. This entails I will be transferring to the university of Calabar for the next 18 months to make my dreams come through. I am excited about that, but the fact that I am leaving my friends and folks here in London to stay with an Aunt I last saw when I was three was worrisome. I packed anyways and in company of my folks, I made my way to the airport. 13hrs flight journey was also making me loose my cool but Its going to worth the stress is the sentence I take solace in. After bidding farewell and little outside cuddles, I moved towards the exit terminal to join the plane, it was then the most anticipated moment came to life, I wept for no definitive reason. Board the plane with feigned courage and strapped the fuvk up so as to journey to Nigeria and also journey in my thoughts for the next 13hrs. Fred After getting all the necessaries from the school such as my plane ticket, I packed up immediately. It is unprofessional to stall the school and since I am now a staff, there is a status-quo I must abide by.. I was given 72hrs to reach my place of work as the Vice Chancellor wanted to see me. I got the most available flight ticket to Calabar which was the following day by 7pm. I got all I thought I will need, and also went through the contact proposed to me by the school with my lawyer friend Ndifreke who also is a native of Calabar. We perused rigorously the 60 pages contract and he affirmed it was satisfactory and secure. I was gradually getting comfortable with the lecturing job, though it is mediocre but it is that half bread our people say is better than nothing.
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Re: My Virgin Story by BlinksBlinkd: 9:50am On Sep 19, 2017
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Re: My Virgin Story by BlinksBlinkd: 6:11pm On Sep 22, 2017
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Re: My Virgin Story by BlinksBlinkd: 8:37am On Sep 30, 2017
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