Is like this jasmine want to die ni

MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 20
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I had to readjust my seating position at the sound of the question.
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"Paul! I said, am I interrupting another sex session?" The question came again.

"Please who is this?" I managed to mutter.
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Something about the tone of this question got me uneasy. The calmness; the precision; the conviction in it, sent my mind places.

My heart skipped in irregular beats. The pace at which was suddenly dazing. I broke into a sweat the moment my mind strayed to whom I’d presumed was on the other end of my call.

I sensed trouble, I just didn't know what kind.
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"My name is barrister Mark. I am the landlord of the house you currently reside in. Multiple reports coming in from the lodge this morning say that you did not allow fellow occupants of that property recline in peace last night. They even said that that wasn't the first time either. Paul, what do you have to say for yourself?"
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I felt cold shivers run down my spine. I tried very hard to hold the phone to my ear but it was now seemingly difficult to, especially with the state at which my hands were suddenly in.
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Barrister Mark didn't need to have made all that lengthy introductions. Of course I knew who he was. He was my father's friend; my father's best friend. They've been friends since childhood.

In other words, Barrister Mark abi Uncle Mark (like I fondly call him) is my "godfather".
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I got this admission with Uncle Mark’s help; with his influence.

Uncle Mark gave me this room in his lodge, for free. “It’s the least I can do joor. You can call it my own little contribution; my seed into Paul’s academic sojourn”. He’d told my father; his friend turned brother.
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I opened my mouth to say something; anything at all but words eluded me.
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"I don't understand what you're talking about sir." I finally found myself muttering.

"You don't understand what, Paul? Are you suddenly daft?" Barrister Mark threw at me, indignantly.
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"I also heard the same noise last night. It was so loud and discomforting. It certainly didn’t come from my room. I am shocked to hear that I’ve been pinned to it. This is a complete fabrication Sir; a false accusation." I said, in a single breath.
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"Paul!" Uncle Mark called out.

"Sir".

"Open the door for me!"

“Huh?”

“You heard me. I am by your door. Open the door for me my friend!” Uncle Mark commanded.
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At this point, it was as though the ground should open and just have me for whatever it deemed befitting.

I was naked. Like, not a single cloth on, "NAKED". My room was in a mess too. Janet and I had scattered; littered the whole place in the heat of things.
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I scrambled to my wardrobe to get whatever I could lay my hands on, as clothing. I rearranged the room as shabbily as I could in the time I had.
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I was unlocking the door barely a minute later ( a minute that felt like an hour of having made Uncle Mark wait outside my door.).
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Uncle Mark stepped into my room. He walked past me without responding to my "Good morning Sir" greeting.

Uncle Mark went straight into the bathroom, to the kitchen and then to my wardrobe to take a peek. Only God knew what he was looking for, but whatever it was, the manner at which he left my room that morning confirmed that he didn't see it.
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"How are your studies, Paul?" Uncle Mark asked, with a straight face.

"Very fine, uncle. It has been very tasking though but I guess if it wasn't, it wouldn't have been considered schooling to begin with". I said with a grin, hoping it'll be humor enough to crack Uncle Mark a smile but I was wrong; it didn’t.
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Uncle Mark scanned me from head to toe with an eye that seemed to see through all my mischiefs.
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Uncle Mark spoke a few words of admonition before he left. He dipped his hand in and out of his pocket and handed me some naira notes.

(I counted later to discover that they were five notes of five hundred naira, each.)
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I got back into my room shortly after I walked Uncle Mark to his car.

I laid face flat on my bed, trying to take everything in; trying to wrap my head around what'd just happened and how closely I'd dodged a bullet when my phone began to ring again.

It was a number that I was not familiar with. At first, I thought it was Uncle Mark again. I thought he was calling back this time, to tell me that he'd gotten more evidence nailing me to the accusation, but I was wrong.
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I reluctantly picked up the call as it was just about to end.

"Hello" I called out.

"Hi Paul. Am I interrupting another sex session?"

To be continued...
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Moshood Avidiime The Writer

Again...... which sex session kwanu

Now this is Jasmine

MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 21
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I reluctantly picked up the call as it was just about to end.

"Hello" I called out.

"Hi Paul. Am I interrupting another sex session?"

"Please who is this?" I manage to mutter.

"It's Jasmine, Paul. Good morning" Jasmine said, with a voice that suggested she'd uttered those words, amidst a smile.
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The confusion in my demeanor from having being asked the same question twice this morning, began to fade.

I became more relaxed as our conversation progressed.
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Jasmine asked to know how I was doing. She particular called to know what I had planned for that day.

"It's going to be a very hectic day". I said.
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I told Jasmine that I had lectures lined up.

It was my busiest day of the week.

To my utmost surprise, Jasmine exclaimed, "perfect!" I was still wondering what was so perfect about what I’d just said when she proceeded to shed more light to it.
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"You'll be very tired by the time you get back from school and will most certainly be needing some tending."

"Tending?" I asked, confused. Unsure what exactly Jasmine had meant by that word.

"Yes! But don't worry.” Jasmine dismissed. “I'll love to take you out tonight, Paul."
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Everything about this conversation was surprising to me. I didn't; wasn't expecting any of it.

Firstly, I was surprised that Jasmine even called, despite what she'd witnessed the day before. Secondly, nothing about our conversation had been awkward, considering the circumstances and thirdly, Jasmine just had to be crazy to have thought that, a night after a long day in school was a perfect night for "an outing".
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I took a moment to process what Jasmine had said. I thought of an appropriate response. I opened my mouth to speak but just before I could, Jasmine asked...

"Or will you rather be somewhere or with someone else?"
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I told Jasmine that I was only trying to think; to be sure that I'll be free tonight.

“I am just trying to be sure I don’t already have something planned...” I said.

"...trust me, Paul. Even if you already have something planned, coming out with me tonight will be worth every canceled appointment". Jasmine said, with total convictions littered in every word.
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Jasmine and I spoke for a while longer, before I had to let her go.

“I need to prepare for school now”. I said.
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Lecture was everything I'd already envisaged it'll be that day. It was hectic. Most of which were very boring.
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I finally stepped out of the classroom around 6:17 PM, exhausted.
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Janet was at the exit of the hallway, waiting for me. She was looking ravishing as always.
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Janet ran into my arms the moment I emerged from the door. (Which again, made me the envy of everyone in sight).
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This was the first time most of my course mates would be seeing Janet.

Since Janet always caused a stare (because of her ravishing body), imagine the surprise on everyone’s face when they got to know that this very hot, hot, smoking hot "goddess", had been waiting for this "not so special" JJC after all.
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The fact that Paul was not just speaking to a fine girl, but also even holding her by her waist surely caused wagging tongues.

I loved every bit of it.
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Janet told me how much she'd missed me as we walked towards her lodge (not far from the school). She wasn’t just saying it. Every indication pointed towards it being true.

I still couldn’t believe that such a girl could feel so strongly about me; ordinary me fa.
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I was soon seating in front of a homemade meal (semo and egusi soup). Its aroma was out of this world and it tasted equally amazing.

Janet is also an amazing cook.
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After dinner, Janet and I held a conversation for a bit, before I told her that I'll like to be on my way home.

Janet walked me to where I got on a bike before she kissed goodnight.
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Seconds after I got home, my phone rang.

It was Jasmine.

I looked at my watch and it read 9:12 PM.
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"Hi Paul, how was your day?" Jasmine asked, excitedly.

"Stressful like I already knew it'd be.” I replied, tiredly. “And how was yours?"

"It was good, my darling but the best part is still yet to come and the day is still young".
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I looked at my watch again to be sure that I'd read it correctly the first time. I even took a peek through my window to be sure that it was actually "PM" and not "AM".

But of course I was right. It was indeed 9:12 PM.
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"I am just about hitting the shower now, Paul. What do you say you meet me at Bloops, in an hour?" Jasmine said, in a manner that didn’t really depict a question that gave me a choice for an answer.
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"Bloops" was the hottest thing in town. It was a spot that had a mix of everything for your relaxation and viewing pleasure. Once you are in, you are assured to remain inside until you've wrecked your bank account.
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Bloops hosted at least, one live band featuring a favorite artists, “every night”.
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Upcoming; not coming; already arrived artists, performed on Bloop's stage, every night.
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Bloops also have a strip club.

Lap dance was just two thousand, five hundred naira and you are sometimes even allowed to touch oranges sef.

Ha!
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"I'll be there in forty five minutes. Please don't keep me waiting". I found myself saying without necessarily thinking about it, before I hung up and begun to freshen up.

To be continued...

De wait is over, oya continu

Who should I pity most between Paul and Jasmine....

MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 22
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I was at "Bloops" at exactly forty-five minutes later.
As expected, I had to wait for Jasmine to show up.
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I discovered overtime, that fine girls just have a thing for "entrances".
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Jaws were on the floor in admiration; desire and definitely LUST, to the mesmerizing sense of presence Jasmine commanded.
Jasmine turned up looking super sexy; ravishing. She was "Class" personified.
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All eyes followed until Jasmine got to the table where I'd been sitting, waiting for her arrival.
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Jasmine was beaming with smiles as she approached.
I was lost in admiration. So lost that I momentarily forgot my manners.
I left Jasmine standing for a couple of seconds, unattended.
I was just lost staring; smiling sheepishly; drooling over the gorgeousness that was Jasmine.
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At this point, I had long undressed Jasmine with my eyes. I'd now laid her on her back; on this table (in front of me) and was currently working my way down her bare tummy when two clapping fingers followed by a "Hellooo!" Snapped me right back.
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It was obvious. I didn't get a good look at Jasmine the other night.
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This sight of Jasmine was just on a level, unmatched. As beautiful as I'd thought she was the other night at the club, she was even more beautiful tonight.
The gown Jasmine stepped out in, revealed things that could only have been imagined. She was in a very short, sexy, slit, silky black gown. The slit in this gown gets you wondering; itching to know what could just be underneath.
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Jasmine was attractive; too attractive. I couldn't take my eyes off her.

Who would?

Who could?

Certainly not anyone in “Bloops”, that night.
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Jasmine was just the kind of girl you'll cheat with, on your girlfriend, and when your girlfriend gets to find out about Jasmine, she’ll tell you "Well, I understand".

At this point, your girlfriend wouldn't even dare ask you "What does she have that I don't have" because It'll be so glaring to even the dumbest of brains.
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I snapped back to my senses. I stood up with the intent to draw back a chair for Jasmine to sit.

I reached over to grab a chair in front of me, but Jasmine leaned forward for a hug instead.

For some reason, I found that "unexpected".
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All eyes were on me, green with envy. I couldn’t believe that I was the one getting all this attention.

Little me fa.
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I was still trying to take everything in, when Jasmine leaned over to whisper in my ear..."What do you say we leave here for these poking eyes and head into where the real fun in Bloops really is?"
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I felt "goosebumps". It was as though the wiring of my brains had suddenly surged.

The manner in which Jasmine had said this, was a mix of everything. It was sensual, sexy, seductive and already giving me a hard on.
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Jasmine motioned towards a door. I assumed it was the VIP session
I'd heard tales about things that went down back there. I'd even gone ahead to dream about them.

I licked my lips, and with a smile oozing confidence, I said "Sure".
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Jasmine whispered into a guy’s ear, and we were soon escorted to a session of the building.

Two well built, corporately dressed masked men were seemingly guarding the door.

The door threw open the moment we emerged, ushering us in.
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Jasmine locked the door from the inside as soon as we got in. Apparently, it was a private party and no one else was expected in here.
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The wall “in here” is built with see-through glass. From in here, we can see everything going on outside, but the people outside can only see a reflection of themselves.

Apparently, we were in the VVIP session and the wall in here mirrored the club.
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We had a fridge in here. A fridge that was filled with everything; all kinds of drink; things to snack on.

We had a microwave too.

From what I later understood, being in here meant that we'd bought everything of use in sight, momentarily.
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Our first hour was basically spent on getting reacquainted.
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Jasmine is a heavy drinker. She drank as though the content in the bottle of champagne she'd opened was water.

I was literally playing catch up.
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Since we could see the club from in here, there was always something going on; always something to feed our eyes with; always something to talk about. Plus, Jasmine’s “tipsy state” made things a lot more interesting.
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Jasmine had asked a question; a question I was just wracking my head to answer when a "club banger" hit. It sent the entire dance floor into an uproar; a frenzy. The song happened to be one of Jasmine's favorites.

Jasmine sprung up from where she'd been sitting down with her behind in hand and began to move to this song.
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I'd never been so turned on, just watching a dance in my life.
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I sunk deep into the couch with my legs crossed, as Jasmine danced to my viewing pleasure.
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Jasmine's perfect behind shook to rhythm, without hindrance, with no restrictions.
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Jasmine is "FIRE" on the dance floor.

I thought Janet was "fire" but in Jasmine, I saw a match.
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Jasmine walked towards me with her eyes locked onto mine.

Jasmine sat on my lap and began to give me the dance. A lap dance.

To be continued...




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My Spiritual Wife

EPISODE 23
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I could not believe that this gorgeous creature was sitting on my lap. I wasn’t quite sure of what to do or what Jasmine wanted me to do.
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Thankfully, Jasmine leaned in towards me and put her lips on mine. She kissed me softly at first. Her lips were moist and soft. Slowly, she applied more pressure to my mouth, the tip of her tongue flirting with my lips. I reached out with both arms, wrapping them around Jasmine’s small waist, pulling her closer to me.

By now, her entire tongue was in my mouth, dancing with mine.
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I reached down Jasmine's back and slid my left hand under her gown to discover she had no panties on. I soon had her entire right a** cheek in my hand.
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Jasmine dropped the wine glass she'd been holding on the table and quickly reached down, unbuttoning my jeans, then sliding the zipper down. By the time she reached into my shorts, my joystick was rock hard.
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Jasmine began to slowly stroke me up and down, all the while kissing me passionately, her tongue exploring my mouth. She finally pulled away and looked me straight in the eyes, still stroking my blood-engorged stick.
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"Nice stick, Paul... Do you want to stick this in me? " Jasmine asked, with a giggle.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I replied, trying to be civil while still rubbing Jasmine’s a** cheek.
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"Uh, probably not, but I really need to be screwed right now." Jasmine replied, softly.
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I stood up with Jasmine still on my lap as she quickly wrapped her legs around my waist. I walked straight towards a bigger sofa at the extreme end of the room, holding Jasmine tightly against my chest. I leaned over the sofa and dropped her on her back. I stood up and removed my shirts and jeans, tossing them on the floor. I pushed my boxers down my legs and tossed them as well. I climbed onto the couch as Jasmine expertly slid down the zippers of her gown. It dropped to the ground.
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Jasmine had an incredible body. She had a tiny waist, firm hips, and ample firm hands with tiny knuckles hanging from them.
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Jasmine’s honeypot was completely shaved and already glistening wet with desire.
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Jasmine lay down beside me and pulled me over her. She reached down between us and grabbed my joystick, slowly guiding me into her wet entrance.
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I can’t describe the feeling as I slowly pushed the head of my stick inside of Jasmine. She was very tight, warm and wet.
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"Oh damn! That feels so good. " Jasmine moaned.
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I began to slowly move in and out of Jasmine's as I stared at her beautiful face. I could not believe that I was knacking this gorgeous creature.
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Jasmine had both of her hands on my "behind", pulling me into her as I thrust forward.

After a minute or so, Jasmine rolled over and quickly straddled me, pushing my hard stick back inside of her. She leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips, never closing her eyes. She began to move back and forth on me, quickly grinding her wet opening against my rigid stick.
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I reached up and put my hands on Jasmine’s hips as she moved over me. She leaned over slightly and placed both hands on my chest for support. Jasmine’s eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open as she savored the feeling my stick was giving her.

"Oh, yes! I’m going to... Jasmine moaned.

"Oh... oh baby, I’m cu...." Jasmine wailed, as her entire body shook and convulsed above me.
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I held Jasmine’s waist tight as Jasmine shook and moaned for almost twenty seconds before she collapsed on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, softly pushing the hair from her face.
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I leaned over and softly kissed Jasmine’s cheek as I rubbed her back gently with my right hand.
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After allowing me to hold her for close to five minutes, Jasmine sat up on me and began staring into my eyes.

"That was good." Jasmine giggled, still moving on me, slowly.
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Seconds later, Jasmine lifted herself off my joystick and moved down my body, slightly lowering her mouth to my stick.

Jasmine licked her orgasms up and down my shaft before lowering her warm mouth on me.
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Jasmine knew how to use her tongue even when her mouth was stuffed with a stick.

Within minutes, I reached the point of no return; gum was racing up my shaft.

"Jasmine, I am cu..." I attempted to warn her.

Jasmine lifted her mouth from me and began to use her tongue, swirling around her head. I looked down to see spurt after spurt of hot gum explode against Jasmine's lips and tongue. She continued to lick the head of my stick, sucking the gum into her mouth.
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Jasmine licked me clean.
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Jasmine leaned over to plant a kiss on my lips. This kiss soon transitioned into being passionate; a build up for another round maybe, before she suddenly halted, stared me deep in the eyes, and asked, "Paul! Tell me the truth. Have you ever been married before? "

To be continued...

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I'm so happy right now because you all are so sweet. Thank you readers.

Wande22 I see you dear *hugs*

My Spiritual Wife

EPISODE 23
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I could not believe that this gorgeous creature was sitting on my lap. I wasn’t quite sure of what to do or what Jasmine wanted me to do.
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Thankfully, Jasmine leaned in towards me and put her lips on mine. She kissed me softly at first. Her lips were moist and soft. Slowly, she applied more pressure to my mouth, the tip of her tongue flirting with my lips. I reached out with both arms, wrapping them around Jasmine’s small waist, pulling her closer to me.

By now, her entire tongue was in my mouth, dancing with mine.
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I reached down Jasmine's back and slid my left hand under her gown to discover she had no panties on. I soon had her entire right a** cheek in my hand.
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Jasmine dropped the wine glass she'd been holding on the table and quickly reached down, unbuttoning my jeans, then sliding the zipper down. By the time she reached into my shorts, my joystick was rock hard.
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Jasmine began to slowly stroke me up and down, all the while kissing me passionately, her tongue exploring my mouth. She finally pulled away and looked me straight in the eyes, still stroking my blood-engorged stick.
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"Nice stick, Paul... Do you want to stick this in me? " Jasmine asked, with a giggle.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I replied, trying to be civil while still rubbing Jasmine’s a** cheek.
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"Uh, probably not, but I really need to be screwed right now." Jasmine replied, softly.
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I stood up with Jasmine still on my lap as she quickly wrapped her legs around my waist. I walked straight towards a bigger sofa at the extreme end of the room, holding Jasmine tightly against my chest. I leaned over the sofa and dropped her on her back. I stood up and removed my shirts and jeans, tossing them on the floor. I pushed my boxers down my legs and tossed them as well. I climbed onto the couch as Jasmine expertly slid down the zippers of her gown. It dropped to the ground.
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Jasmine had an incredible body. She had a tiny waist, firm hips, and ample firm hands with tiny knuckles hanging from them.
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Jasmine’s honeypot was completely shaved and already glistening wet with desire.
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Jasmine lay down beside me and pulled me over her. She reached down between us and grabbed my joystick, slowly guiding me into her wet entrance.
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I can’t describe the feeling as I slowly pushed the head of my stick inside of Jasmine. She was very tight, warm and wet.
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"Oh damn! That feels so good. " Jasmine moaned.
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I began to slowly move in and out of Jasmine's as I stared at her beautiful face. I could not believe that I was knacking this gorgeous creature.
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Jasmine had both of her hands on my "behind", pulling me into her as I thrust forward.

After a minute or so, Jasmine rolled over and quickly straddled me, pushing my hard stick back inside of her. She leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips, never closing her eyes. She began to move back and forth on me, quickly grinding her wet opening against my rigid stick.
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I reached up and put my hands on Jasmine’s hips as she moved over me. She leaned over slightly and placed both hands on my chest for support. Jasmine’s eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open as she savored the feeling my stick was giving her.

"Oh, yes! I’m going to... Jasmine moaned.

"Oh... oh baby, I’m cu...." Jasmine wailed, as her entire body shook and convulsed above me.
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I held Jasmine’s waist tight as Jasmine shook and moaned for almost twenty seconds before she collapsed on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, softly pushing the hair from her face.
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I leaned over and softly kissed Jasmine’s cheek as I rubbed her back gently with my right hand.
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After allowing me to hold her for close to five minutes, Jasmine sat up on me and began staring into my eyes.

"That was good." Jasmine giggled, still moving on me, slowly.
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Seconds later, Jasmine lifted herself off my joystick and moved down my body, slightly lowering her mouth to my stick.

Jasmine licked her orgasms up and down my shaft before lowering her warm mouth on me.
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Jasmine knew how to use her tongue even when her mouth was stuffed with a stick.

Within minutes, I reached the point of no return; gum was racing up my shaft.

"Jasmine, I am cu..." I attempted to warn her.

Jasmine lifted her mouth from me and began to use her tongue, swirling around her head. I looked down to see spurt after spurt of hot gum explode against Jasmine's lips and tongue. She continued to lick the head of my stick, sucking the gum into her mouth.
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Jasmine licked me clean.
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Jasmine leaned over to plant a kiss on my lips. This kiss soon transitioned into being passionate; a build up for another round maybe, before she suddenly halted, stared me deep in the eyes, and asked, "Paul! Tell me the truth. Have you ever been married before? "

To be continued...

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Is Jasmine and Janet same persons?
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MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 24
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There is a means to either “turn off” or “Increase” the volume of the music blasting from the club, in here. It was simply by a push of a button. This ensured that people in this session enjoyed their money's worth to the fullest, with a lot of comfortable options at their disposal.
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I chuckled at the sound of Jasmine's question. I leaned backward, so I could get a good look at the mouth that'd just spat those words and this was when I discovered that Jasmine hadn’t just asked a random question. The expression on her face depicted she meant every word; she needed to know the answer to this question.
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“How could you have come up with such a question in the first place?” I quarried, a little more seriously than I normally would.
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“Who is Oluchi to you?” Jasmine asked again, readjusting her positioning, seeming very interested in what my response to this question was going to be.
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“Not Again!” I thought to myself. “Could it be that Jasmine also attended the same primary school with us and had known Oluchi and me from back then?”
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I finally assumed it was the latter and didn't bother asking any more questions but simply proceeded with my answer. “She was my very good friend”. I answered.

“Just your friend?”

“Yeah! Should we have been more, at that very young age?” I asked with a playful grin.

“So why did you desert her? After all she did for you?”

“How do you mean?” I asked, rather curious.
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I had absolutely no idea what Jasmine had meant by that question.
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“I noticed that Oluchi usually brought you food from home, and it was always only the both of you together. You seemed to be a loner, and she seemed to be your only friend at the time. I was just surprised at the sudden transition that got you separated.”
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Jasmine seemed to know much; too much even, but for some reason, I wasn’t too keen on finding out how she knew so much.
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“I was equally surprised. At one point I thought Oluchi was avoiding me or something. Then I no longer saw her like I usually would...”

“…did you look for her? Did you care to know what'd happened to her?" Jasmine retorted, angrily. "You simply felt very relaxed and comfortable on the other side of your barrier, yeah?”

“Barrier? What barrier are you talking about, Jasmine?” I asked, confused.

“Never mind.”
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This topic seemed to have really upset Jasmine. I had no idea why. But it was just momentarily. Jasmine soon got back to being much like she’d been all night; lively. She leaned over again to plant me a kiss. To tell me how amazing I was and how she looked forward to many more of these experiences with me.
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Jasmine said she enjoyed my company a lot and thanked me for allowing her to give me this treat.
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Jasmine laid a bit longer on my chest, seemingly savoring the moment. She told me most of the things I needed to know about her and inquired to know more about me as well.

Jasmine inquired about my stepmother and how my growing up was, too.
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By 4:25 AM, the club was almost empty. One after the other, very “wasted” boys and girls dragged themselves out.

Jasmine had long fallen asleep on my chest.
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My phone (which I’d placed on vibration the moment I walked into Bloops) has been blowing up all night long. It first started as soon as I got here (shortly before Jasmine showed up). The persistence of this caller was as though my house was on fire and as a good neighbor, this call was aimed at having me run over, to pick whatever I could, before it all goes up in smoke.

The last time I checked, I'd missed eighty-two calls and still counting. It had all been from the same number; Janet's number.
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I heard the vibration again. It had actually woken me up from sleep. I knew very well that this one signified that I had a text message.

It was from the same number.

I opened it to read, “Paul! TELL ME YOU DID NOT!”

To be continued...

I pity man wey no get self control, Paul u are in trouble, spiritual continu

The connection tight gan

Paul don enter one chance aswear

Damibiz:
Paul don enter one chance aswear

My take
Oluchi might have become an higher authority in the realm while Janet and Jasmine are subordinates in that realm. And Oluchi might have placed Her signature mark on Paul so that if there be anyone "who is from their divide" irrespective of the cadre or dominion or kingdom sees it, would know for sure who claims the ownership and they respect each other boundaries. Na we Christians dey discriminate based on denomination

Wande22:

My take
Oluchi might have become an higher authority in the realm while Janet and Jasmine are subordinates in that realm. And Oluchi might have placed Her signature mark on Paul so that if there be anyone "who is from their divide" irrespective of the cadre or dominion or kingdom sees it, would know for sure who claims the ownership and they respect each other boundaries. Na we Christians dey discriminate based on denomination

You are not far from the truth

Why would the higher authority allow her subordinates to have a feel of her man? �

Graminyte9:
Why would the higher authority allow her subordinates to have a feel of her man? �

Let's use Aisha Buhari as a case study. You will understand that Mr. President has other wives but it's her that he chose as the 1st lady...... Back to the story, Oluchi, Janet Jasmine are from the waters. Janet came from Olokun which are more possessive or jealous in nature. Furthermore, Paul's "akamu" is in the Most secured place in The world which "others" really covet.

Another scenario is that Janet or Jasmine might serve as "bodyguards" to Paul

Anuoluwa12345 your input is really needed here

The obvious is staring us right at the face. Oluchi wedded Paul and there was a spiritual connection which every spiritual being can always perceive. Janet and jasmine have already seen the spiritual signal from Paul and that's why they are always desirous of him. Paul's eyes will soon open

The big question here is "Who is Janet and Jasmine to Oluchi"?

Hey people, no amount of apology can make up for my latest but then ... Me and my mental health first.... I just needed a me time. Thanks for your understanding.

MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 25
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I stared at my phone a bit longer, then held the power button to turn it off completely.
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I was already wracking my head on how we'll make it home that night (abi that morning). I needed to ensure that Jasmine was safely in a conveyance home, before I found myself one. At this time of the night (abi morning), it was usually very difficult to get either a bike or a “keke napep”.
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I tapped Jasmine and whispered, "It’s time to go home."
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A lady waking up from sleep had never looked more beautiful. Jasmine smiled, the moment her eyelid made way for sight; to behold my smiling gaze. Jasmine appeared to be glad to see me. She reached forward again to plant me a kiss. Jasmine’s supposed terrible breath smelled like musk on my messed up nose.

Every sensory organ was a fan.
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Jasmine was dressed in five minutes and we were out in ten.
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My mind had strayed momentarily as I walked towards the gate. I was calculating; wondering how I was going to pull off the "almost impossible" when the honk of a car snapped me back to self-awareness.

Instinctively, I turned around, hoping to shield Jasmine from the approaching car, only to realize that I'd been walking by myself the whole time.
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"Are you coming in or what?" Jasmine cooed.

Apparently, this fine somebody showed up in a "whip".
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I had to have been too lost in my head not to have noticed that Jasmine was no longer walking beside me. And I certainly had to have been too distracted by her "presence", not to have noticed a car key the entire night.
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I hopped into the car and in less than fifteen minutes, Jasmine was pulling up in front of my gate.
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I called Sam (my neighbor and best friend) to come over and open the gate for me.

Jasmine drove off immediately afterwards.
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"Guy, where you go since na?" Sam asked, amidst being furious, worried and scared all at the same time.

"Omoh, I go play you the tape for morning, right now mehn, na my bed get me o."

"Bed ke! Your babe don dey here since dey wait for you fa. I don call your number tire with her phone as my own kukuma don die but..."

"WHAT? Wait! Guy, who be my babe?”

“Which kain mumu question be that one? Janet na.”

“Huh? You mean say Janet dey this compound like this?”

“Yes na. Na wetin I dey try tell you be that.”

“Where she dey like this? I asked, very confused.

"She dey my room."

"She dey sleep?"

"Sleep ke. Her eyes just dey, dey shine like thief man touch o."
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At this point, I didn’t need anyone to tell me before I knew that I was already in a very big trouble. I just didn’t know what kind at the time.
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"Ha! Where you tell am say I go?"

"I tell her say one of our guy dey for hospital and you been go check am. I tell her say you suppose don show since, so me sef dey very worried right now as I no know wetin come dey hold you for there."

"Did she buy your story?"

"Omoh! I no know o. She been just dey do like say she no even dey listen to wetin I dey talk sef. But wait, guy! Shey you tell me say she been dey ask for your spare key the other time, you no come give her?"

"No be only give her. So you want make I give her my spare key so she go fit dey drop in on me unannounced, like she don do like this, abi?"
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I walked past Sam, unsure of what my explanation was going to be. One thing I knew for a fact was that Sam had surely done a great job by giving me a story to build upon. I just hope Janet buys this one.
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I met Janet sitting down on Sam's reading chair, with her legs crossed and arms folded. Her stares were scarily piercing. She carried a straight face. There was no cracking this. We'd just locked eyes for seconds and I'd already lost count on the numbers of scans her eyes had run through my body, from head to toe.
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Janet got up and walked right past me without a single word. I knew immediately that this had trouble written all over it. I immediately went out after her.
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Janet led me to my doorstep. I didn’t wait to be told once we halted in front of my door. I knew what to do from hereon. I unlocked the door and threw it open for Janet to go inside. She did. I followed right after. The moment I returned my gaze from having locked the door once we were inside, a resounding slap found me.
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For about five seconds, all I saw were "stars" and "lightning".

I know I’d messed up. I know Janet was pissed. But I didn’t know what exactly she was pissed over. I didn’t know if she had just reacted in this manner because of how scared I’d made her or because she didn’t buy Sam’s story and assumed something entirely different had happened.

Because I didn’t know what was playing in Janet’s head and certainly didn’t want to be that person who shot himself in the foot, I attempted to play the “I understand how you feel'' card but before I even completed that thought, Janet dropped the bombshell on me…

"You were with that tramp, weren't you?"
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Okay, now I am as shocked as I was confused. But even though I might have an idea what she was talking about, there was no way in Hell I was going to let her know that I did.
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"Baby, what are you talking about?" I asked, trying as best as possible to fake being lost; trying as best as possible to fake being calm and not taking the slap to heart.

"Paul! YOU WON'T EVEN DARE!" Janet sounded a warning.
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I was dumbfounded. I'd never in my wildest of imaginations anticipated an attack like this, from Janet. This element of surprise had caught me off guard, but I wasn't going to give up without a fight.
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"What exactly are you talking about baby and what was the meaning of that (referring to the slap)? I know I should have called to tell you I was going to see Kenneth at the hospital, but you shouldn't just jump to conclusions as to why I didn't. You should wait to at least hear how my battery had died and how I'd had to plug the phone in a different ward and how the phone had come back on, on its own, hence, the reason Sam was able to reach me even when I wasn't close to my phone to pick it up..."

Another resounding slap hit me. This one was harder than the first. It was deafening. It got me realizing that I’d probably been talking too much, but I was still not ready to give up this fight.
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"Baby, I know I got you worried, and for that, I am honestly very sorry. I should have at least left you a message..."

"PAUL!" Janet called out sternly.

"Ma...Ye...Yes, baby". I answered confusingly; stammering.

"You were with Jasmine the entire time weren't you?"
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To be continued...
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Janet might be Oluchi,remember their discussion earlier on abt being in same school with Paul.

You can lie to someone like Janet,she sees beyond the ordinary, welcome back

MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 26
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You were with Jasmine the entire time, weren't you? Janet asked, with an eye burning with rage.
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The cold that ran down my spine at that very moment was indescribable. I stood frozen, hands shaking, mouth agape, eyes blinking as though something had just fallen into it. I stood startled as though Janet was suddenly a monster that'd appeared out of nowhere and my current spellbound exhibition was as a result.
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"Are you suddenly dumb, Paul?" Janet asked, with fire burning in her eyes.

I'd never seen this version of Janet before. It wasn't pretty.
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Janet suddenly seemed different. The sound of her voice no longer sounded the usual. It had a little of an echo in it. It was as though two voices, repeating the same thing. I was engulfed with fear. So much so that I opened my mouth to say something; anything at all, but stutter was the other of my day.
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I was finally able to open my mouth to say something, but my mind kept telling me not to shoot myself on the foot. "I have come this far in this lie, why not just see the lie through to the end?" I thought to myself.
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There was still no giving up for me, after all, "do I know who this Jasmine she's talking about is?"
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Janet asked one more time and before she could complete the question, I answered; retorting..."Yes, baby. I was. I was with Jasmine. She was even the one that got me a place to plug the phone. She was the nurse on duty and the person assigned to Kenneth..."

Janet didn't allow me to complete that sentence. She knew I was a pathological liar. She knew that the "pathology" in my lies was with grade. She knew that I was not prepared to admit to what she (somehow) knew for a fact was true to be true and, as such, dropped it, for what she thought was more important.
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"Paul! I have told you before now and I am repeating it again. I'll never share you with another; I can’t. I warned you right from the start, but I supposed you presumed them to be mere words; to be just the usual girl rant, right?” Janet asked.
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I knew very well that that question was rhetorical, but I still made an attempt to rebuttal, even though Janet didn't give me the chance to…
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“I am giving you between now and twelve, to end whatever you already have going on with Jasmine, else, Paul..."

Janet did not complete that statement.
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Janet seemed very upset; too upset for my liking. She seemed rather too upset for the gravity of what I'd done.

I assumed Janet was being overly jealous; too jealous for my liking.
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Janet opened my door and slammed it in my face.

I looked at the time. It was now a few minutes to five (in the morning).

I made to go after Janet, but she shoved me off.
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I returned to my room, downcast.

I knew I'd done wrong by Janet and I felt very terrible about it. I felt guilty.
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That feeling went out my window the moment I heard a beep on my phone. I looked to discover that it was a text message from Jasmine.

"Thank you very much for last night, P. I had fun. You were amazing. I am looking forward to many, many more of this kind, with you. PS: Call Janet's bluff. I promise to make up for every problem."
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I had no idea what Jasmine meant by that last phrase, and I honestly didn’t care. I simply dropped my phone and fell to my bed.

I was just tired.
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I must have slept off, almost immediately after, because Sam's knock had woken me up that morning. I managed to drag myself out of bed to go unlock the door for him. He couldn't wait to hear how last night went. Of course, he heard the "slam" but wasn't sure if it was from my room or another neighbor's.
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Sam asked what i was going to do after I played him the tape all the way to the present episode. I told him I had no idea. I told him I liked Janet a lot, but Jasmine was fun on another level. "I'll love to keep exploring things with her for now". I said.
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"Janet is expecting you to get back to her on your decision by twelve. What'll you tell her?"

"I don't know, man. But I'm sure I'll figure something out". I said, unsure about that last part, especially as Janet seemed to know which of my utterances are true and which one isn't.
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"But wait guy! Do these girls know themselves from somewhere before? How did Janet get to know Jasmine enough to call her by her name? Sam asked, puzzled.

"Bros, the think shock me too o. I been no wan ask too many questions. Make i no come cast myself..."

"Idiot! You no know say na when you ask questions e sure say you no go cast yourself, abi?" Sam asked rhetorically. His phone began to ring almost immediately after.

Sam reached into his pocket for the phone. He picked up the call, placed it on speaker, and began to talk.
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The person at the other end was Latifa (Sam's girlfriend). Apparently, she had invited Sam for a church program and had been expecting Sam all morning. Sam, on the other hand, had forgotten. This call had only served as a reminder.
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"Baby, I am dressed up. It’s Paul that has been delaying us. I am even in his room right now and you won't believe that he just got out of the bathroom. Sorry, we'll be there soon." Sam lied before he ended the call.

This was how I found myself attending a church program I never planned for that day.
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"There is somebody seated in this congregation this morning. The lord said to tell you that the devil has dug you a grave and stolen your grace. The devil has been dancing with your destiny and you seem to be enjoying every step of this dance. The lord said to tell you that your destiny is currently being used to play Ping-pong. When you sleep, you wake up from dreams you find rather strange; you find yourself having relations with known and, mostly, unknown faces. You often wake up to discharge, something you call wet dreams. You are not the most handsome, but the way these girls flock around you is alarming. The lord said I should tell you that these girls flock around you not for your looks; not for your charms nor is it for your charisma but for how bright they already see your future is. They flock around you now because they know you are weak spiritually. You are an easy prey. Your love for women is second to none, so beautiful women are positioned everywhere you turn. These women, on the other hand, make things easy for you and you go about thinking you've got killer words or mad charms. The lord said to tell you that they've seen your greatness and as such, they are currently in a race to win you over to the other side. They are in a race to claim the glory of your downfall. You are currently in a fix with them. Two heads of rival marine clans are currently fighting to claim you. The lord said to tell you that this will only be the beginning of your doom, if you don't give your life to Christ and turn a new leaf right this moment. I don't know who you are, but the Holy Spirit who is ministering these words to you, through me, knows you. So under the sound of my voice, Father! I declare peace unto this soul..."
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The church went wild in prayers during these proclamations by the minister.

I was muttering a few words myself.
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"...Search within your heart; within your life, this minute. Walk out now to the pulpit for your deliverance." Said the pastor that'd been "on fire," all morning long, with deliverance.
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The entire church began to turn from left to right, looking to see who'll be coming out.

I was also looking around to see who this revelation was about, too.
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"This man of God is surely about to save another soul." I thought to myself.
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For what seemed like a split second, I'd presumed this pastor was talking to me until he said, "you are not the most handsome, but the way girls flock around you is alarming".

"That cannot be me na�." I thought to myself.

To be continued...

Nice job Spiritualonyx... looking forward to more updates

Now I understand better,two marine kingdoms fighting over Paul.........wow