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Suzanne stirred and turned. Simbi was right. Even though Suzanne had no plan to attend a church service, being a Sunday, she should get up, brush her teeth and have a bath.


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The following week seemed to drag on. Suzanne surely missed Bashy and all the things she enjoyed in his apartment. On Tuesday morning, her mummy called her to inform about the funeral arrangement of Sunny. The service of song would hold the Thursday of that week while the burial would be on Friday. Suzanne told her mother point-blank that she would not come.

That very Thursday, Bashy informed that his guest left in the morning and that Suzanne was free to come back. She was glad to hear that news. She could not wait to tell Simbi that she would be returning to Bashy’s place.

As soon as Suzanne was through with her last lecture for that day which was about three o’clock, she went to their room to pack few things and took a cab to Onipanu. She had spare keys of the apartment in her bag, so she did not have to wait until he came home.

Once she was inside his apartment, she changed into her sexiest sleep wear. She went to the kitchen to prepare his favourite food, which was fried rice. All the ingredients she bought before she left were still in the refrigerator, and the frozen chicken was in the freezer. Shouldn’t his guest wonder who did all these purchases?

Suzanne prepared the food and she waited for Bashy. He did not come home that evening until minutes after eight.

“Oh, the workload is so terrible today,” he complained.

“Sorry, my dear.”

Workload or not, he must perform tonight. She had not met any man that week, and she was aching for him. She allowed him to rest a bit and then served the dinner.

“This is one of the things I missed about you,” he said. “I mean, I miss your culinary skill.”

After the food, they popped wine.

“Did you miss me?” he asked.

Suzanne knew he was asking to pull her legs. “If the heaven is above the earth, I miss you.”

“Ah, that means you really miss me,” he concurred.

They took the wine, cherishing each other’s company. It was as if they had not seen each other for months.

Soon, it was time for passion. She put down the wine, stepped towards him and cupped his manhood through his boxer shorts while she leaned in and went to kiss him on his cheek. He turned his head and met her lips in a full-on kiss.

His cock was already straining against his boxer and she made him moan into her mouth as she gave it a big squeeze during their kiss. His hands were now moving all over her body, groping her different parts as she released his cock from his wear and stroked his exposed member with her hand.

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Welcome to another season of sizzling romance. This story is very interesting, and you will find it so.

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Trapped by Passion




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© 2022

This story is all fiction. Scenes and names mentioned do not refer to real people or real events.


Suzanne was everything a wayward girl could be as soon as she stepped into the university. Her erotic escapades were something she found delightful. She soon realized that she was trapped in the game of lusts and could not extricate herself from the filthy gains she made from it.




The very first time Suzanne wrote her final examinations in secondary school, she made all her papers. In her WAEC results, she came out in flying colours, so to say. She went for the post-UTME, did quite well and was finally given a course in the humanities at the university in Akoka. Of course, she was delighted that she was moving up the ladder.

Together with Simbi, a female friend and colleague, she rented a room off-campus not far from the university. It was a room in a building designated for students’ accommodation and it was her choice as it would give her a lot of freedom. Simbi had suggested it and Suzanne did not need persuasion before she accepted.

She was not surprised to find that Simbi was a bisexual as she was. They became intimate friends. There was no string attached and each was free to bring in or go out with boyfriends.

Suzanne was eighteen and she was having the fun of her life, or so she thought. One Friday evening, she was alone in the room when Simbi’s call came through.

“Hello, Suzanne. What do you say to a lovely weekend at a lovely resort centre with some lovely guys?” she asked.

“Oh, that will be very fine,” Suzanne answered.

“Good. Get prepared. In the next thirty minutes or so, we’ll come and pick you. See you.”

Before Suzanne could say anything further, Simbi cut the line. Phew, it was going to be a groovy weekend. She changed to a sexy outing clothing and awaited Simbi. It was almost an hour before she came.

“The driver is waiting outside in the car,” she said. “Have you packed? We may not be back until Sunday evening.”

Suzanne nodded. Of course, she had taken a couple of clothes she would need in a valise.

“The guy is into clubbing in Abuja,” Simbi explained. “He and his friend are in Lagos for business and they need company for the weekend. They will pay once we are with them at the resort where they are lodged.”




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