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EPISODE 3.

My dad was around to drive me to Kano. I had thought it was not going to be possible but I'm glad he came. My parents, especially my mum, had showered so many prayers on my head the night before. I was refreshed and ready for the journey ahead.

My mind raced back to the second time Angela and I were together. We were official now and things were quite serious. I loved her alright, but if things would work between us, it would take more than that.

We were together in my room two days before I traveled. My father later came back that evening.
Angela and I laid down on my bed, holding each other tightly.

“When is your school resuming?” I asked, facing her.
“We resumed last week, but school work isn't serious yet. I'll be going in two weeks.” She replied.
“Okay.” I said, looking away.
“Mayor,” She called softly, looking at me.
“Yes, babe..”
“Are you shy?” She pouted her lips seductively.
“What? Why… How… Why do you ask that?” I was defeated, which made her laugh.

“I love you, Mayor.”
“You always have your way with words.” I said, as we started making out.

She wore a white round neck polo with dark leggings. I came to the personal conclusion that she probably hates bras because she wasn't on it when we were making out. I cupped her boobs with my hand as I used my fingers to caress her n!pples and watch them get hard. I sucked on it gently, using my tongue in circles around it and handling the other. She moaned, as she reached for my shorts. I love wearing shorts around the house.

I was on top of her sucking and caressing her nipples when she reached for my short and pulled it off. My d!ck was hard and erect, not the full length but hard enough. She moaned between breaths. “You’re big and hard.”

“Thanks to you.” I replied as I raised my hand so she could pull off my top.

I caressed her pV$$y through her leggings and I could see the traces of her juices on my hand. I knew she was wet already but I hadn't started just yet. I adjusted my position on top of her and slowly pulled off her leggings. Revealing a well shaved meat with spots of wetness on her thighs and her leggings.

Her warm body held on to mine in a passionate grip as we savored the moment of pleasure. She attempted to get up but I held her down, placing a finger in her mouth to be still.

“Allow me to give you the kind of pleasure you'll never recover from.”

“Then you better f#ck me, babe. Don't leave me hanging.” She whispered.

My dirty intentions were now due for actual practicality.
I placed a pillow beneath her back, slightly raising her hips as I knelt in between her knees. I held them apart as I saw her pV$$y cli!t all wet and slimy.

I used my finger to caress her thighs before teasing her cl!t. She gasped as I fingered her, making her wetter and slimier. I never penetrated her with my finger. I focused on the cl!t. After getting her wet juices in my hand, she was already begging for my d!ck but I wasn't done just yet.

I held her legs apart as I buried my face on her cl!t. Deliberately ensuring my tongue only brushed consistently around her cl!tor!s. Twirling my tongue in circles around it, then steadied it in a particular up down motion.

“Uhhh, babeee, uhmm, uhmm.. yess, babe, yess.. please don't stop..” she moaned out loud, holding my head as her legs started to shake.

“Ahhssshh, babyyy, what have youu doneee to meee?” She whispered, covering her mouth to suppress the loud moan threatening to escape her lungs. “Babyyy, it's coming… I'm about to cummm.. babyyyy… babyyyyy,...asssshhh, oh my goddddd.”

There were tears in her eyes, but they were pleasurable tears. She was unable to move her legs for some time but my intentions weren't done.

“Babyyy” she called weakly…
“Yes babe.” I replied, bending over to kiss her back.
“You’re wicked.”
“I know,” I replied with an evil smirk, “but I'm not done.”
“Ehnn… babe…” She gasped.

I placed my finger on her lips trying to hush her up.
“I want to f#ck you.” I said, positioning her in a missionary style.

“Ah babe, I'm extremely wet and very sensitive, let me wash up.”

“I’ll let you wash up because it's our first time. Next time, I won't let you go anywhere.” I said.

“I know babe.” She replied, getting up and heading to the bathroom.

After a couple of minutes, she came out and saw me lying down on my bed with my d!ck hard and erect. I was handling it absentmindedly when she got to be and slapped my hand. It brought me back to consciousness.

“What are you doing? Don't tell me it's what I'm thinking…” She retorted.
“I’m getting it ready for you babe.”
“That should be my job.” She replied, winking at me.
“Oya, I'm sorry.” I finally submitted.
“Better.” She said, winking at me seductively as she laid beside me then slowly lowered her head towards my erect d!ck. A bl0wj0b. She gently massaged it. It was warm and she felt intrigued by it. She started off slow, licking both sides of my d!ck and sucking my cap after each exercise.

It seems like she was enamored by the color of my d!ck cap because tell me why it was my cap this lady focused on, sending shivers of electric excitements all over my body. She started sucking it so fast, the pleasure was almost getting unbearable when she suddenly deepthroated me. I didn't know when I pushed her head off of me so I could breathe.

“F###ckkk!!!” I groaned “Babeee”. I said I was trying to get up but she pushed me back on the bed, placing her finger in her mouth in a bid to tell me to be quiet.
“Niceeee… you're now using my actions against me.” I said with a sigh.

She laid me back on the bed, as she got back to working on my d!ck cap. The fast pace of her sultry lips had me holding on to the bed sheet like a woman getting banged and letting out a loud moan.

I was about to c#m and I decided to let her know.

“Babyyy, babyyy..”
“uhm, mmhh,..”
“Baby, I'm about to c#m.”

I started fucking her mouth as she continued licking and sucking on my d!ck till I released, and she still didn't stop. The sensitivity in my dick tripled especially on my cap till she was satisfied. She literally sucked me dry before heading to the bathroom to spit out the loads of c#m.

I was still on the bed trying to recover when she slowly walked seductively towards me.
“Babe, you said you wanted to Bleep me.”

I looked at her. She had me real good.
“You already got me wasted.”
“Then we are even.” She replied.
We both burst into a round of laughter as our n@ked bodies held each other in a warm embrace.

A huge smile brushed across my face. That was our last encounter before I traveled and now, I was set to start my journey in the North where my PPA was allocated. This was another journey I never would have envisaged.

EPISODE 2.

“Chi Chi, get me my bag, I don't want to miss this meeting.” Mama Chi Chi called, as she got herself ready. “abi you want to follow me?” She asked, holding on to her bag.

“What will I be doing in your women's meeting?” Chinenye asked, chuckling. “I am still a girl o”
“You will become a woman soon o, you are in 300L now.” Her mum responded equally.

“Let me become a woman first.” Chinenye replied as she walked to her room.

A phone was ringing and mama ChiChi reached for her phone. “I’m on my way already. She finally said, placing her phone back into her bag. She called her daughter again.

“You remember Mummy Mayor K? Mrs Kingsley?”
Chinenye nodded in agreement.
“Her son is going for NYSC next week.”
“Wow, nice. Maybe I'll see him sha…”
“No problem.”
Mama Chinenye finally left the house.

Chinenye and I have had history in the past. We were somehow friends in secondary school. While I was in SS3, she was in SS1. The friendship of both our parents gave us close proximity. Although nothing spectacular happened between us in secondary school, being out of school was a different ball game.

Chinenye was her native name but her English name is Angela. Now Angela was fair, tall and beautiful, curvy for her shape with pointed b00bs. We have both crushed on each other but because of the fear of rejection, neither of us bothered to have a discussion on it.

The sun was red hot so she put on something extremely light. Just a short light blue gown. She decided to pay me a visit.

I just had my bath when I saw her by the door.

“Angela.”
“Can I come in?” She asked.
“Sure. Sure. Please give me a minute to change. I just had my bath.”
“No problem.” She replied as she sat on the couch.

I went in and soon came out with a black singlet and light dark shorts.

“The heat these days ehn…”

We talked about some other things before silence enveloped us.

After some time, I mustered up the courage to tell her how and what I've felt for her.

“Angela, I don't know how you'll take this but I've liked you since.”

She was silent as she stared at me. “Since when?”

“Since I got into school. Maybe it started because I didn't see you for a while.”

We both laughed but she stopped to ask me why I never said anything. I simply replied that there was no way I'd have asked her out to be my girlfriend since she was still in secondary school. A little frown appeared on her face though.

“So why are you telling me now that you're going for NYSC?” She asked me.
“I don't know sha, just needed to let it off my mind.”

“Hmmm… you that you are a bad boy. You will see many girls in the North that you will like.” She said, trying to tease me.

“Shey I will now marry them nii?” I asked in return.
“Why can't you marry them?” She asked, laughing now.
“I can't marry hausa o” I answered, chuckling too.

Now her laughter was audible enough. “What happened to Hausa girls? They are fine oo”

“I nor want.”
“So who do you now want?”

“You.” I said, simply. She went silent again after I said it but so that things wouldn't get awkward, I decided to take a walk to my room. I stayed there for some time but to my surprise, she later came to check me there.

“Mayor K,” She said softly…
“Yeah…”

“Mayor… I don't know, what about your other girlfriends?”
“Other girlfriends? I don't have any girlfriend o”

She smirked, “You sure?”
“I swear it.”
“But I'm sure you will meet new girls in your NYSC.”

“But you also will do NYSC na,” I replied smiling trying to calm her down from imagining things. “Are you not meeting different guys in your school now?”

“Ewwww, I don't like them. They are too vulgar.” she replied.

I shrugged, “I’m sure you'll meet the type of guy you actually like.”

There was another round of silence in the room when she suddenly held on to my hand and slowly turned my face towards her.
“I don't want another guy, Mayor. I want you. I have always wanted you.”

The room became hot and tense. I sensed my heart beating really fast. I managed to compose myself.

“Really?” I managed to ask.
“Yes, Mayor. I have had a crush on you since secondary school.”

“I must be stupid not to have noticed.” I said, sighing.

She simply smiled, “I don't blame you, you were the school's ladies man.”

“Ah, no o..”. I replied, trying to ease the anxiety growing in my mind. I tried to walk away to at least ease the tension but she held my hand, and wrapped hers over my neck. She pressed her lips to mine. So soft.
“How are your lips so soft?”
“I don't know. They've always been like that.”

My naughty mind was already wondering what her kitten lip would feel like. I wanted her there and then but again, I didn't want to look desperate and quite honestly, I actually do like her a lot. She was clean, outspoken, tall, beautiful, curvy. Yes, she was not dark or as thick as my p0rn imaginations, but the truth is, no one can see Angela and not want her.

She closed her eyes as the kisses got more intense. She licked and sucked my lower lip as I licked her upper lip with our tongues twirling around each other. As I was caressing her, I felt her body right underneath her clothes. She pulled my singlet off revealing my bare chest and muscles without stopping the kiss. I grabbed her a$$ and that was when I discovered she wasn't wearing panties. I caressed it, grabbing and slapping it at intervals as she gave out low moans.

She caressed my chest and fondled my n!pples. Unexpectedly, she placed her tongue on it, licking my right n!pple and handling the second with her fingers. That was the day I discovered how sensitive the male n!pples can be. She sucked, licked, nibbled on it gently with her teeth while blowing warm breath on it. I didn't know when I groaned. “Uhhmm, this feels good.”

I got extremely hard from the ordeal and she knew it, then she got down on her knees to pull down my shorts. With the last bit of strength left in me, I had to stop her.

“Angela, please… please..” I said, breathing heavily.
“Why? What's wrong?” She asked with concern. “Am I doing it wrong?”
“No, no… you're killing me with passion but…but I don't want you to think this is why I said what I said about you.”

She smiled, “I know… I want this too.”
“Have you had s€x with anyone before?”
“No, not at all.” she replied, “What about you?”
“Me too, but.. but I've done many bad things, but just not had sex.”
“Hmm, that's fine by me, but I want to mark my territory.”. She said with a smirk.
“Mark your what?” I said, bewildered before laughing out a bit. “I love you Angela, I'm sure I do now. But I don't want us to do this now, not yet.”

She took a deep breath, then looked up at me, “Will you give it to someone else in your NYSC?”

“Babyyy, NYSC isn't as you think it is. People don't just see random people to have sex with. So no, I have no intention of giving it to someone else. If I want to give it to someone, it's definitely you.” I said, calming her.

It seemed my words worked on her as she felt more relaxed. We both laid on the bed. Her gown slightly raised above her thighs revealing her perfectly shaped a$$. I hope I won't regret not taking my chances now.

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EPISODE 1

“Mayowa… Mayowa!”
The call came faintly, muffled by the silicone seal of the earbuds nestled deep in my ears. I let out a soft sigh of reluctance, my thumb pausing the video on my Android screen. The vivid images of the gorgeous ebony bodies faded into the background as I minimized the app and set the phone aside. With a final glance at the paused frame, an ample, glistening backside arched in ecstasy, I rose from my bed and made my way downstairs.
My mother stood in the living room, surrounded by an impressive array of provisions and foodstuffs. Bags of rice, cartons of noodles, tins of milk, vegetable oil, spices, and an assortment of canned goods were neatly arranged on the floor and table. The sheer volume of supplies left me momentarily stunned.
“Ah, Mummy…” I said, my voice laced with feigned surprise. “Who are all these for?”
She turned to me with a radiant smile, the kind only a proud mother could wear. “Who else, my son? They are all for you.”
“Only me?” I protested lightly, though a warm glow of happiness bloomed deep inside my chest. “Food in the North is cheap, na. I could have bought everything I needed once I got there.”
My mother simply shrugged, unfazed by my half-hearted complaint. “Where do you even know in Kano? At least these will sustain you for the first couple of months while you settle in and learn the terrain. Then you can begin to fend for yourself properly.”
I said nothing more and began gathering the items, carefully stacking them. We lived in Lagos, where the humid air carried the constant hum of city life. Transporting goods from here to the distant North was no small feat. My father, deeply entrenched in the transport business, was rarely home except during his occasional breaks. Most days, it was just my mother and me. As an only child, I had always been the center of their world, an indulgence that explained the abundance before me now.

Once the provisions were sorted, I retreated to my room, the familiar pull drawing me back to my phone. To be honest, I did not consider myself addicted to s#x movies or p0rn. I simply enjoyed what I enjoyed. My tastes ran toward black p0rn, ebony women with thick, powerful thighs and big a$$es that commanded attention. I had always been more of an a$$ man than a br€ast enthusiast, though I would never complain if a woman possessed both in abundance.
Speaking of women, I had once had a girlfriend during my early university years. After she left, I chose to focus on other pursuits. My mother’s prominent role as the head of the women’s zone in our local church had instilled in me a certain timid restraint when it came to the opposite sex. Yet, paradoxically, among my friends, both male and female, I was often regarded as something of a playboy. Many refused to believe I was still a virgin. I had long since stopped trying to correct their assumptions.
It wasn’t that opportunities had never presented themselves. I had simply been afraid.
I remembered one such moment vividly. Her name was Grace. She was taller than me, my own height being perfectly average for my age, and strikingly dark-skinned, with mature, firm br€asts that pressed noticeably against whatever top she wore. I had been staying in the school hostel at the time, sharing the room with several roommates. Grace, however, was effortlessly sociable and got along with almost everyone.
On that fateful sunny afternoon, she appeared at my door without warning. My roommates were out, and I rarely ventured outside during the hottest hours. I let her in, surprised by her unannounced visit. After some light greetings and idle chatter, conversation dwindled. Just as an awkward silence began to settle, a group of my roommates returned, filling the room with noise and laughter.

I expected Grace to leave, but instead, she rose from the edge of a roommate’s bed and crossed the small space to sit directly between my legs. I was leaning against the wall on my narrow student bed. Her proximity sent a jolt through me. She reached for my hand, and I responded instinctively, wrapping my arm around her shoulders and letting my fingers brush lightly against the side of her neck.
Emboldened, I allowed my hand to graze across her chest area. To my surprise, she was not wearing a bra. The soft, yielding warmth of her br€ast filled my palm. I brushed over it again, more deliberately this time. My roommates, absorbed in their own conversations, noticed nothing. Grace glanced at me, her eyes steady. Gathering courage, I whispered whether she wanted me to stop. She answered with a quiet “No.”
That single word was all the permission I needed.
I began to massage her br€asts gently through her top, feeling the nipples harden beneath the fabric as I caressed and lightly squeezed. She shifted subtly, reaching backward with one hand until her fingers found the growing bulge in my shorts. She stroked me slowly, deliberately, her touch sending waves of heat through my body. The thin material offered little barrier, making every movement intensely intimate.
There was no possibility of removing her top with the others in the room. A fleeting thought crossed my mind to text my roommates for privacy, they would have obliged but I hesitated, unsure if I was truly ready. So I remained silent.
She continued her slow, skillful handj0b, building a steady rhythm. Heat rose in my chest, and an overwhelming surge of pleasure began to build in my mind. I knew that if she continued much longer, I would climax right there. Unwilling to reveal how easily she could bring me to release with just her hand, I pretended to adjust my position. She withdrew her hand smoothly, and the moment passed.
Though I never managed to taste those breasts as I had secretly vowed, the memory lingered.
Yet something even more unexpected followed. Instead of pursuing Grace, I turned my attention to our assistant class representative, Mercy.

Mercy possessed a complexion that sat beautifully between dark and fair, but it was her hips, wide, generous, and swaying with natural allure that had first captured my attention. When I asked her to be my girlfriend, she initially thought I was joking. My original intentions had been somewhat selfish; as assistant class rep, dating her carried a certain status. But in time, genuine affection blossomed. She became my first in many acts of intimacy and exploration. I was her first as well, though we never progressed to full intercourse.
One particularly daring afternoon, Mercy met me in an empty classroom. Unbeknownst to us, a church group had begun using the space for rehearsals in the adjacent section. We settled at the very back row, far from their activity. Before long, her hand found my zipper and slowly pulled it down. I was already hard.
She wrapped her fingers around my d!ck, massaging it with deliberate care as it swelled and throbbed. One distinctive trait of my erect!on was the way my c0ck flushed a soft, tempting pink when fully aroused, almost like the glossy tip of a lollipop. I expected her to continue with her hand, but instead, she leaned forward, spat delicately on it, and began stroking with renewed slickness. A wicked smirk played on her lips as she lowered her mouth and took me in, a bl0wj0b.
The sensation was overwhelming. Her warm, wet mouth enveloped me in a deep, slow thrust. A low, involuntary groan escaped my lips, “Aaaarrhgh… f####k.”
She immediately pressed a finger to her own lips, signaling silence. Fortunately, the church group was too immersed in their practice to notice. Mercy continued, swallowing me deeper with each pass, her throat working around me in a rhythm that made my entire body tremble. It felt as though she were drawing something essential from my very core. The pleasure built relentlessly until I found myself whispering desperate pleas for her to stop, terrified that my moans would betray us but of course, I didn't want her to stop.
With a mischievous smile, she pulled back slightly but did not abandon me. Instead, she finished with her hand, stroking with perfect pressure and speed. The rush of adrenaline surged through me, my climax approaching like a tidal wave. She sensed it and maintained her rhythm until I erupted, spilling every drop of my release in pulsing waves.

Suppressing my groans had turned the experience into a exquisite torment, intensely pleasurable, deeply satisfying, and utterly unforgettable. Yet, later that same semester, a nationwide university strike forced her to transfer to a private institution, severing our connection. I often wondered whether her skilled mouth would remain the pinnacle of such pleasure in my life. Perhaps I would never truly know.

Now, as I prepared for my NYSC posting in the North, a quiet hope stirred within me. I longed to find not just companionship, but genuine love and passion. Perhaps this new chapter, far from the familiar streets of Lagos would finally open the door to both.

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TRAPPED IN MY FEELINGS. (An EROTICA 18+)
A story by O.G Daniel.

Synopsis.

Mayowa Kingsley, a recent University of Lagos graduate nicknamed Mayor K, arrives in Northern Nigeria for his mandatory NYSC service, bracing for the stereotypes he’d grown up hearing about the region. Reality quickly shatters those myths. The women are breathtaking, tall, figures with generous hips, narrow waists, and an effortless, sultry beauty that stops him in his tracks. He reminds himself sternly: this is just one year of national service. No distractions. Serve and leave.
Posted to a government mixed secondary school, he finds the male students typical teenagers, but the girls look far more mature, with curves and confidence that belong to women in their twenties, not school uniforms. He vows to keep his distance from any student drama.

The true temptation, however, lies among the female teachers. Mature and undeniably sensual, they move through the staff room and corridors with bodies that demand attention: full breasts straining against fitted blouses, wide hips swaying beneath clinging skirts, round backsides that draw his gaze despite his best efforts.

Within days, Mayor K is locked in silent war with his own desires. Every glance, every fleeting contact, chips away at his resolve. He repeats his mantra, “just survive the year”, but the truth settles deep: twelve months is a long time. How long can he hold out before temptation wins or can he find love here?

PS: THIS STORY WILL BE WRITTEN USING THE FIRST PERSON NARRATIVE TECHNIQUE.

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