zpetstunner:
we are waiting boss

Sure bro. Another one on the way

Chipappii:



Lol. Thanks dear. My bedside is empty if you are still looking for that sleep

hmm i smell lies

We on fp again

This story again on FP....... Looks like one mod usually masturbates to this story

nice one bro

Chipappii:
Konji is a bastard son of a thousand fathers.
So i was in a bus on my way to the market to buy a trouser for church service. The next day being Sunday and i needed to look good for that girl that had caught my eyes since the first day i saw her.

My Facebook messenger binged. I opened it and it was my new Ghana girl. She said hi, i said hello. We started our usual chats. I usually don't like going far with girls that i'm sure wont be of any benefit to me. So our chat was mainly about what she ate, how she ate, the color of what she ate and who cooked what she ate. You know the usual Facebook chat.

So i decide to check out her Facebook photos once more. I saw she had uploaded new pictures. These ones were clearer than the ones she uploaded in the past.

I seemed to notice that all her features were clearer here and she has joined Facebook bad gang. The ones that purposely flash their boobs and booty at the camera. My Hot mind set it.

So i decided to take the convo deeper.
Me: so what are you doing?
Her: I'm about to take my bath, u?
Me: well, am on my way to the market. So can i join you in the bath?
Her: sure, i will increase the bath water.
Me: just pull off and wait for me.
Her: kk, I'm waiting boo......
...........
The convo got more kinky. My joystick had already tripled in size. We were both enjoying ourselves.
We were at the peak of it all when the bus came to a halt. My joystick was still as hard as olumo rock. I looked up from my phone and everybody was alighting from the bus. I noticed i had gotten where i was supposed to get down. The conductor looked at me.
Me: I never reach my bus stop naa
Conductor: Oga na here we dy stop o.
I looked at him with sweat all over me and observed my joystick,. In my mind i was like "Oga go down naa".
Only God knows how i managed to leave there that day with my erection.


These days. I have learnt to pocket my phone anytime I'm in a bus...

hehehehehej

Front page again.

Chipappii:



Lol. Thanks dear. My bedside is empty if you are still looking for that sleep

Ofcuz i am... Would be thrilled to sleep side by side with My Papii!

guy...this ur write up just made my day....HV bn smiling since I read this ur story

I swear if Chinaza doesnt kill u who will?

Juhann:
Front page again.

As in ehn. The mods are inlove with chipappii 's story.

Chipappii:
Expect more updates soon

bro u just made my day

supizino:
hmm i smell lies

Lol. You follow me dy the bed?

BlissfulJeff:
nice one bro

Thanks bro

MhizDherbee:



Ofcuz i am... Would be thrilled to sleep side by side with My Papii!

gtin:
I swear if Chinaza doesnt kill u who will?

. Nobody o

chimavalentine:
guy...this ur write up just made my day....HV bn smiling since I read this ur story

Thanks bro.

Donwilly20:
bro u just made my day

Thanks bro.

One last Dance [ A short story]


https://www.nairaland.com/3865720/last-dance-short-story

guy this ur story has bn d same 4 long now ... no change... my g give us chapter two of it pls

Chipappii:


Lol. You follow me dy the bed?

y i go follow you dey 4 bed? i dey craze? i value my yansh more than anything o

I swear that James NA bad guy,..2k out of 100k plus.......op nice one u are making my day

supizino:
y i go follow you dey 4 bed? i dey craze? i value my yansh more than anything o

Lol. Waka

One Short update for the night

Chinaza was there at my door looking like she came for a fight. I wasn't expecting anything less since it took close to 1 hr and dozens of missed calls for me to get to her. You can't blame me, I had to intercept at least 5 girls on my way back. They were all old acquaintances so no new chic. Shape wasn't in and everywhere was as dry as harmattan air.

"You look beautiful," I started with my flattery, I needed her to smile. I was not in the mood to be lashed on.
"Where have you been?" she started slowly as was usual with her. If you don't know Naza and happen to Judge her with her tone, then you are in for something hotter than hell.
"Baby don't be angry, I forgot my bag at school," I said and she frisked me with her eyes, flapping her naturally long eyelashes in an enticing way.
"So where is the bag?"
"I didn't say I went back to bring it, did I?" my lie had hooked me in my throat. I had miscalculated. I didn't even have a school bag.
"So what took you long if you didn't go back for the bag?"
"Naza leave me alone, if you hadn't lost the key I gave you, you would have just come in and relaxed," I grumbled, she kept quiet to my surprise. I opened the door and we went in. I closed the curtains and hugged her, the pregnancy creating a little obstruction for me but it didn't stop me from kissing her. She returned the kisses.
"Hmm, this one you are allowing me to touch you anyhow?" I asked and she smiled weakly.
"I don't have strength for your arguments joor."
I led her to the bed and she sat on it. I got her a can of malt from the fridge. She took it without a thank you and got me to open it for her.

"Are you hungry?" I asked and she nodded.
"Do I cook indomie for you?"
"Anything is ok," she murmured and fell back on the bed. I switched on the TV for her and ran into my little kitchen. Something within me was signaling me that Naza was going to reject that indomie and ask for something else, maybe Pizza. So I opened one packet of indomie and dipped it into the boiling water. Sprayed the seasoning on it and covered the pot. A bachelor's way of cooking noodles.

I fell back into the room and into her arms. We watched the tv silently while rubbing each others hands. It was soothing in a way and I realized how much I had missed her.

15 minutes later, the smell of burning noodles in the kitchen jilted us.
"Chinecherem, the indomie is burning," Naza called, slapping me up from her laps. I jumped up and jumped my way into the kitchen. The indomie had burned but not that much.
"Baby it's only browned, there's not much burning on it," I told her.
"I know, put that one in a plate for yourself and cook another one for me. It's not good for the baby to be eating burned food."

I hissed and did as commanded. I had no choice. A new packet of indomie and a new burning of gas, life with Naza is sweet but hardly easy. I was just out of the kitchen when Shape walked into my room, making noise with Chinaza and bouncing her boobs and booty all over the place. They did their girly greetings, sweetheart and sweet names flying all over the place, one would have thought they were a bunch of lesbians. Then shape asked.
"Hey, something nice is smelling. Neche what are you cooking?"
"I am boiling water. She wants to take her bath," I answered.
"Hmm, this water that smells like Indomie."
"Don't mind him, he burnt the first one and he is cooking another one," Naza intercepted.
"Hey, baby how many are you cooking, I hope it will be enough for all of us?" Shape asked, cuddling close to me, all jittery.
"It's just one o."
"Make it two naa, eh sweetheart," she said, giving me one of those seductive look and smile.
"Make it three," Willie called from outside, coming into the room with Shape's handbag. Shape rolled her eyes at him and faced me again. I and Naza just stared wide eyed at Willie. Neither of us knew that shape had been with him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked my brother.
"What is she doing here?" he asked me, pointing at Chinaza.
"I came to see my baby daddy," Naza replied.
"Ehe, me I came to see my baby mama," Willie said and we all laughed.
"So what are you making two?" Willie asked.
"So you didn't even know and you were asking for three?" Chinaza asked. I was becoming quiet. With the way things were turning out, the afternoon lunch was going to be on my account. I simply lacked the appetite to talk.
"Tell me naa, maybe I will even add my own," he said.
"Baby, we are cooking Indomie," shape said and eyed me. I kept wondering where she got that we from.
"Okay, then make it five, three for me," Willie finally declared and then from nowhere, James came in with his books yelling make it seven. At this point, it took the man in me to stop me from crying. I merely sniffed. Everyone laughed because they thought it was funny. I was in this mood when I heard a familiar sexy voice at my door say "Make it 8,". We all turned to the door and Chinecherem was there, looking like Miss Unizik, fresh, succulent and all.
We all shot her daggers with our various eyes but I think shape shot her fire.

"I forgot my Bible," she protested and before she was done explaining why she came back, the second packet of Indomie burned.



http://gistrealm..com/2017/06/diary-of-broke-playboy-59.html?m=1

Gudnyt peeps.

bro chipappii u ar da best jor only u one burn two indomie...

make it 9 ooo

zpetstunner:
bro chipappii u ar da best jor only u one burn two indomie...


make it 9 ooo

Lol. Everything don burn

Chipappii:

Lol. Waka

same to u bro

[i][/i][b][/b]Feeling this man . Dont make d nest episode burn oh . Drop a quick update .

can't stop laughing. you rock man