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Guys, here's something, a part of some new series I am currently working on. Here's the first part. It's short. so please read, comment and let me know what's up,

Maestro Fiction series: The sper.m COLLECTOR

Xmas plans: Sex all day long

Everybody had plans for the yuletide season. Patricia had gone over to the states three days earlier to be with her boyfriend, Edward. Bukky simply wanted to go to the movies throughout the day , surfing from silly movie to crap-oriented stuff until she was blinking static.

Martins, on the other hand, wanted to have intimacy, and lots of it, on the Lord’s birthday.

A couple of friends visited him earlier on, an excuse for the idiots to soak themselves in expensive beer – donated by the blessed Martins himself. The dog turds kept laughing like sore-throated vultures, and Martins almost feared he was going to lose it and slip some poison in the drink of at least one of the rat bastards. When they eventually left – hello, the last bottle’s empty – he made a note to change friends in the next year.

So back to the sex problem. Martins had started his Dec. 25th watching a indecency video that did wonders to his libido. Plus, he had spent a few minutes too long in the bathroom. He definitely needed to get new bathing soap, not minding the fact that he had opened the previous one the other day.

Blood was already rushing to unholy parts of his body when he made the call to his “self-service provider”. Some people called it a booty call, but Martins was a gentleman in such things. He didn’t believe sex had to be dirty.

Two minutes later, Francesca – his self servicer – was knocking at his door. He ushered her in.

“Wooee, sugar plum, seems like you’re ready to go” she observed from his rigid set, pardon the pun.
Martins kept pretending to watch some silly stuff on TV, even though every nerve was screaming, ‘do it, take her now!”

Dropping her bag and undoing a few buttons on her top, she straddled the ‘hardened’, hapless Martins. He gasped. She began whispering stuff in his ears while her fingers took on a life of her own.

Suddenly the tv got a lot more interesting:
“We interrupt out “Christmas service of songs” program to bring this to public notice. A ghastly motor accident just occurred along Ugbowo road, killing two students of the University of benin, and fourteen other passengers, Reports are inconclusive as to whether the driver, ”

Pictures of the accident were reeling across the screen. Martins was watching while engaging in his soddy act – he had a thing for blood and gore.

He froze mid-blood, mid-gore and mid-sex.

The picture reeled away, and he appeared puzzled. Francesca was moaning, distracting him, but he had this cold feeling at the back of his neck. He had recognized one of the dead people in the accident.
He probably shouldn’t have been worried, but the thing was, he didn’t think the dead person – albeit crushed skull and all – was actually dead.

Francesca’s - the girl giving him sinful pleasures right now – was the face he had just seen in the accident.

But here she was. Screwing him.

In the height of his anxiety, he didn’t even know when he ejaculated.
Almost immediately, the TV went off with a loud crackle, and the room turned pitch black.

Martins screamed. And screamed again.

The sper.m collector had collected.


The story continues,


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