nimat158:
Ride on

tnx

Reyginus:
Misquote is this for real or fiction?

its fiction .

d tori don finish.....abeg op continua

DopeBoiRapy:
d tori don finish.....abeg op continua

na as eh dey sweet u wan put person for suspense?

I looked away immediately.

he crept beside me and began stroking my feet.

I couldn't move..I was stunned.

I made to shout, what he was doing was abominable. but I didn't.
this feeling was new, I watched him advance to my laps. I shut my eyes.


I'm really stupid for not screaming and asking him to stop.
I'm so stupid for keeping quiet.
to pretend nothing was happening.

even when his fingers got to my pant.

I'm so filled with shame.

I am so sorry for myself.

when his finger got to my knob, I felt a sweet sensation circling. it was like a wild wind gradually increasing.

I am so foolish to have parted my thigh, he continued doing that.

I felt like I was suspended in mid air. my soul left my body.

I Lost count of time. the ecstasy can't be explained.

then like a bubble, it bursted.

how do I explain this?

it felt like a person's spirit pulled from the body.

it felt like I was pushed from a swing.


it felt like drowning.

it felt like something unexplainable.

like the speed of light... it ended.


I looked up and saw uncle shoko. I was shocked.
his zip was down. his peni.s was rigid like a stallion.


I was frightened.
he was stroking it with his right hand and touching me with the other.

I haven't seen anything as huge as this. it was scary deep dark.
it had an eye... the eye stared at me.

I looked pass the stallion into the eye of the rider. he looked lost. I was lost.

"touch me" he commanded.

"hold it pls" he whimpered.

how will I hold this one-eye snake I thought.. I'm just thirteen.

Seriously getting interesting!...pls Update!...

waiting on the next part of this story like i've been wetin on the première of Banshee season 4

I shifted back.

"sara! I say make you hold this thing"

I stared at the 'thing', it seems to be nodding, pap-like liquid began seeping from it.

"e no dey bite"

he stroked it a bit more. by this time the guy in the television has changed style, the lady legs were raised-- like a wheel Barrow. the guy was on her standing.

the lady screamed louder.

"Sara, I was brought back

I shifted back.

"sara! I say make you hold this thing"

I stared at the 'thing', it seems to be nodding, pap-like liquid began seeping from it.

"e no dey bite"

he stroked it a bit more. by this time the guy in the television has changed style, the lady legs were raised-- like a wheel Barrow. the guy was on her standing.

the lady screamed louder.

"Sara", I was brought back to reality," abeg hold am small, e no go bite you, he pleaded.


uncle shoko looked like some one in pain.

"help me abeg if not I go die o".
I decided to help, irrespective of the fact that the act was bad.
I moved closer.
I touched it a bit, with my innocent virgin hands.
he shivered, it didn't bite truly.
"hold am well well"
his eyes were closed.
"drag am like this" he began directing my hands on the frequency of the stroke.
he wanted it a bit faster.
he wanted it a bit aggressive.
I did what he wanted.
the exact way.

I'm so sorry to admit this. but I felt a bit in control.

I felt in control of the pleasure he felt.

I held the 'thing'.

it look like an iron .

no an iron is too hard. it felt like a plantain covered in flesh.


it was warm, the veins in it were beginning to look obvious.

I looked at the tip, the one eye.

it doesn't look like an eye again, it looks like a mouth. a tiny little mouth.

then I looked farther.

I saw the hairs.

black, it looked like sponge.

I wanted to feel it with my other hand.

will the feel like mine?
or mothers own?

why doesn't he remove it like mother does.

when she thinks I'm asleep.

she opens her leg, wide and use the shaving stick I buy at papa obinna shop.

I see the way the hair drops on the table.

her friend was there once and lamented that too much hair there was bad for business.

I unconsciously dip my hand into my skirt and felt my own hairs.. yes I have hair too.

soft and curly.

I later told mother I wanted to cut it. as they were not good.

she said no.

she hugged me.
and drew me closer.

"baby" she called me lovelingly.
I know she loves me. I can feel that from every cells in my body. it so sweet. I love her too.

"baby" never let a man touch you there, you hear?

any man that does that is evil.

Abeg O.P give us the link to d site u got dis story make we visit there direct

DopeBoiRapy:
Abeg O.P give us the link to d site u got dis story make we visit there direct

its my story. I will keep updating it.

"isssssssh" uncle shoko hissed.

he began swirling his waist in a forward and backward motion.

his eyes began to roll.
I was a bit scared but I held on.

he wet his lips with his tongue as I stroked faster.

"godamit"

"oh gracious being"

he was muttering gibberish.

he began vibrating, like some one who was convulsing.

then the liquid began coming out.

whitish liquid.

it touched my hand, it felt warm.

I was marvelled by the quantity that poured out.

then like a balloon pricked with a needle.

his pe.nis became limp. lifeless and soft.

I let go of it and stood up.
I wish I could stand up from my bed and everything that happened should be a dream.

but it wasn't.

bro. shoko looked at me surprise, like he was seeing me for the first time.

I saw the guilt on his face
or was it fear?

he handed me tissue, to clean up my hands.
to wipe my sins.
to clear my memory.

he picked the remote, and switched off the television.

mizquote:


its my story. I will keep updating it.

u mean ur the author of this story?

I arranged my skirt.
put my pant in place and made to leave.

he called me.

"Sara, come back" his voice was not clear. it sounded so distant, so afraid.

I turned for I was already at the door.

"sorry, for wetin I do you" he paused "e pain you"

I didn't respond.

he searched in the cup board, brought his trouser and took his wallet.

he took out a five hundred naira note and gave it to me.

"take use am buy fanta and bread".
I said no, thank you.

he came closer and put the money in my pocket.
he pleaded I told no one.
not my friend or my mother. he said he was my friend, that he liked me.

DopeBoiRapy:
u mean ur the author of this story?

ya.

mizquote:

ya.

Ride on misqoute....i must u r gifted in d art of erotics

DopeBoiRapy:
Ride on misqoute....i must u r gifted in d art of erotics

it's part of entertainment.
but also grab the moral aspect

mizquote:

it's part of entertainment. but also grab the moral aspect

of course, how can i miss it

I ended up not telling mother.
today is a new day. I had to convince myself not to tell mother yesterday.

today is Saturday, one of mothers busiest day, but no matter how busy mother is, she always makes time to cook for me.

she washes my clothes and plait my hair on Sundays. my mother is the best in the world.

I remember days when she was sick and couldn't to work so there wasn't money and no food.

mother would buy noodles on credit prepare for me and starve in her illness.

she only eat when I say I'm full.. so I eat little and pretend to be full.

I pretend a lot to make mother happy. she's the only I got.

The End?

my relationship with uncle shoko has grown over the Months.
my mother has been very sick lately and I clocked fourteen recently.

I'm more conscious of my physical outlook. I buy cosmetics myself, I have indeed grown to be a beautiful young lady.

I'm worried about my mother's health, she looks so ill and fragile, she has lost lot of pounds.

I have come to realize the kind of work my mother does. she is a sex worker, she exchanges her body for money.

she sleeps with any man that can pay her bill, I now fully understand why people distant themselves from us.

I have come to realize that we have been ostracized by people.
the snide remarks when people see mother.

but you know what?
I love my mother.
I don't blame her.
neither do I judge her.
she has been the best mother to me.

I remember mother called me the day I turned fourteen. we had the first talk as adults do.

we spoke for so long, our longest discussion so far.
she told me about her family and the circumstance that led to my birth.

she told me the biggest secrets of all times. how she was an abomination, a curse even before she was born.

she was a taboo from the day she was conceived. she was a product of an incestious relationship between step-siblings.

how she an evidence of a failed abortion.

Op take this thread to sexuality section before i call the cops

Just found myself reading it

Damn. Is this story real?
So touching. Mizquote continue abeg, buh I hope say no be you o!

she told me how she was rejected and never breastfed.
how the villagers called her a bad omen.
how many wished she died. from the day she let out her first breath, till now she felt rejected.

at the tender age of five she was abandoned in the hospital. her mother left her there and fled.

everyone knew her mum. every one knew the circumstance of her birth. they all understood why she is better of dead.

until a ward maid saw her and decided to adopt her even though she already had eight children.

when she was brought home. she looked so skiny and emaciated. she could barely walk.

the poor ward maid who adopted her fed her back to life.

but there was a problem.

her adopted mother kids hated her with a pure undiluted passion.

still following... Mizqoute,well done

ride on

that wasn't all. her adopted father was a drunk, a terrible one.

he was the wicked version of Lucifer for the devil was scared of him.

he loved pain.
he loved to see people in pain.
he was pain itself.

he hated himself, hated his wife and hated her more.

he was a wife beater.
a wife rapist.

he was a thief.

she said she often wondered how one person had all evil qualities not one good one.

when he was away, there was peace.

he was a strong man so no one dares challenge him.

his wife was his drum.
beat her so often. her cry was melodious to his ears.

he beat for every little thing she did.
for sleeping early.
for not responding to his calls.
even, he beats her when she's been owed salary.

he kicked her.
punched her.
slapped her.

she believed marriage was for better for worst.
till death do them part.

indeed. he beat her to death.

she died.

death did them part