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| Literature › Lonely Wife! Episode 2[18+] Must Read!!! by Diporh(op): 1:52pm On Feb 17, 2019 |
Episode 2 lonely wife
By KEHN
My muscles began to contract and relax
and I knew that I would soon be cumming.
Rather than just thrust in and out, in and
out, I stopped for a brief moment and
rubbed the swollen lump that was my cl!t.
With just the tip of my index finger, I
excited myself to new heights. I rubbed and
circled the little nub with my finger and
when it seemed that I was going to come
again, I stopped once more.
Without realizing it at first, I had begun to
talk to myself; when I wasn’t uttering words
of endearment for my own ears I was
groaning with the ecstasy that I was giving
myself.
Finally, I closed my eyes to close out the
image of myself in the mirror and then
concentrated solely on getting off.
I brought myself, time and again, right to
the brink but each time I made myself wait.
I wanted this orgasm to be a gut-
wrenching, mind-blowing climax that would
leave me satisfied.
After several minutes of thinking about
shola, i let my mind wander to an incident
that had occurred years before and dwelled
on that s*x fantasy for a while.
In the fantasy, I was standing under a
bedroom window watching a man please
his wife. I had passed through the couple’s
backyard in search of mango fruit and only
accidentally saw the couple fu-Cking. At
first as a fourteen year old girl, I was
shocked and then curious, so I had backed
up to stand in the shadows of a nearby tree
and watch the s*x show unfolding before
me. The man inside was making passionate
and tender love to the woman who lay
receptive and eager beneath him.
I had watched in awe as the man had
kissed the lady very passionately. I watched
him handle her and whisper softly in her
ear. Although his voice was beyond the
range of my hearing, I knew that he was
telling the lady what he was going to do to
her because the woman cried out, “Oh, yes!
Do it! Do it to me!” i had become so
aroused by the scene in the window that I
had masturbated while I watched.
?Now, that scene came back to me as i
once more was playing with myself. I
continued to squirm and wiggle my
butt0ckz about while I manipulated the wet
and needy cunt that l could still see in the
mirror.
While working on the now rigid cl!t and
massaging the lips of my cunt, I watched a
creamy river pour out of myself.
I needed to finish up because I was getting
too excited to continue playing with myself
and then prolong the pleasure. My hips got
into the action more as I continued
thrusting back and forth on my fingers to
meet the pressures of my fingers and the
pleasure was getting more intense by the
moment.
Speaking aloud, I told myself, “Faster baby.
Faster. In, can take it, I can do it… I’m going
to get it…” as sweat poured from my body
and my eyes became bloodshot with lust,
and with that I began to come. What I
experienced was not a simple, routine
relief. I began to experience an orgasm that
was so intense I cried out loud my
pleasure. That the neighbours might hear
me fingering myself into such delights was
not a concern. I was too absorbed in the
feelings.
I couldn’t have cared less what the
neighbours might think; I was too
engrossed in the finger fu-Cking I was
giving myself to even consider the noises I
was making. Moreover, I had already been
tagged a slut by the other wives!
I kept pumping my fingers in and out and
within a couple of minutes I was cumming
again. I began then to hammer my bunched
up fingers into my gasping soaking wet K!
ttyC@t and the orgasm went on and on.
Fluids gushed from my cunt as i came and
came and the slurping noises I made
actually caused the climax to last longer.
The sounds I was making changed from
rational words to animal sounds of lust and
pleasure, “Unnnnnhhh, oh, nnnnnnhhhhhh!”
At length I fell back exhausted and
temporarily relieved although i knew that my
solo s*x sessions were not going to satisfy
me; nothing would satisfy me until i had a
big stiff J0yst!ck stuffed up inside of me.
Shola was working in another part of the
world; I was constantly Hot so I knew I
would have to find another man. But how?
And where?
To Be Continued… |
| Literature › Lonely Wife!!��[18+] Must Read!! by Diporh(op): 11:20am On Feb 17, 2019 |
Read The Story.
Lonely wife! +18
A story written kehn
The day was hot, the harmattan was over
and the heat came out with a vengeance.
Not a breeze was blowing and the sun beat
down mercilessly to bring the temperature
up well over bearing point.
I am Bukky DaSilva, thirty years old and
married to Shola DaSilva an engineer with
one of the multinational oil firms in the
country. I am what you would call a ‘’Trophy
Wife’’. I am well endowed with a body
statistics of 44-32-44. Large b0s0m and
large hips and a beautiful face. I had
always liked s*x and began having my fill
of it in my teens. Being married to Shola
was icing on the cake as it meant I had no
need to work and all the means to enjoy my
lusts and fantasies.
?I lay, Unclad on the couch, on the
verandah of my luxurious apartment in
Ikoyi, with only a small rechargeable fan
blowing warm air over me as there was no
electricity and I was too languid to put on
the generating set. I longed for coolness,
but because I was rubbing my hands over
my s*xy** body, I was only making myself
hotter.
I wished that Shola, my husband, would
walk in and catch me at my solitary game
and get Hot enough to want to F**K me
right there in the living room with the
curtains opened and the neighbours
watching. I wasn’t just Hot — I was a bit
of an exhibitionist too.
The longer I thought of Shola and how he
looked with no clothing on and a hard on
that he needed to stick up inside of me, the
worse I wanted to Pour.
The only problem was that Shola had been
transferred to an overseas position and he
wouldn’t be available to scratch that itch
way up inside of me for several months.
I sighed in longing for him — or for any guy
who wanted to F**K. My whole body
seemed inflamed and I needed release but
realized that I would have to adjust to not
getting la!d whenever I wanted.
I sat on the side of the couch and caught a
view of myself in the big mirror. The
reflection that I saw was one of a tall
woman, big boned but slender with legs
that were long; sitting with them spread
apart I looked at my own cunt and felt
myself getting hotter.
I appraised my b0s0m and thought to
myself that for a woman of thirty I was in
pretty damn good shape. My full b0s0m
stood straight out from my well-toned body
and the Tips were large and dark with the
taut Tips sticking upward. As I thrust my
back forward, my tits pointed straight up
and I was pleased with the picture of
myself in the mirror.
I scooted forward to sit right at the edge of
the couch and then I spread my legs as far
apart as I could get them. Sitting there, in
the most revealing position I could get in
and still look at myself, I knew that I would
have to relieve myself.
I needed a F**K desperately but since one
was not available to me, i felt I would go
crazy if I didn’t finger F**K myself. I hadn’t
played with myself since i was a girl
because I’d had plenty boyfriends along the
way who took care of my needs. And then
Shola was the answer to my prayers as he
was not only wealthy, he was handsome,
well -endowed and as Hot as me. It was a
match made in lust heaven.
I sat and thought for a moment about Shola
and his big J0yst!ck. The image that came
to my mind was not of Shola and me but of
him alone. I saw in my mental image my
husband lying Unclad by the pool jacking
off, the way we had met, and the image
served only to make my need for relief even
more.
?My lust had gotten the better of me at just
thinking of my husband’s massive J0yst!ck
jacking off to the sight of me fingering
myself and I began to slide my hands up
and down my Unclad body as I
automatically began to squirm and respond
to the touch of my own hand.
?
When I brought one hand to play with my
already erect Tips, the other one went
naturally to my dripping cunt. While I
manipulated the Tips with one hand, I
began to slide my finger in and out of my
wet K!ttyC@t. Immediately the heat in me
increased and I began to ooze the magic
fluid in abundance.
As hot juices were seeping from my s*x
hungry cunt, I changed the finger fu-Cking
from a single finger to two, then three and
finally all four fingers were bunched
together and I was sliding most of their
entire length in and out with full strength.
The hand that was working over my tits
was hot and dry and even though it
stimulated me, I remembered to lick her
fingers and leave them slimy with my own
spit, then when I began to sq££ze and
knead that sensitive tissue, the hot wetness
from my own mouth added to the
wonderful feelings. My need for J0yst!ck
was so great that I splashed cunt juices all
over the couch as I came loudly.
The combination of my own fantasy, that of
my Unclad husband jacking himself off by
the pool, the fact that I was watching my
solo performance in the mirror and my true
physical need to come all combined to rush
me into a powerful climax.
To Be Continued… |
| Romance › Lonely Wife Episode 3{18+} by Diporh(op): 7:40am On Feb 17, 2019 |
Episode 3
Lonely wife
By KEHN
I awakened early, when the mist was still
rising from the swimming pool outside my
bedroom door. I had slept early last night.
Being in this large house alone is not an
easy thing and it usually gets so dark so
quickly. I was restraining myself since I
know there was no way I wasn’t going to
get F***ed if I should go to any party in the
state I’m constantly in now – Hot-. I
decided I’d go for a little swim, just to get
myself fully awake and ready to start the
day.
I got out of bed in my long sheer night
gown, pulled open the sliding glass door
and walked out onto the patio. It was a
beautiful morning, a glorious day to spend
money. I thought I might go to some ritzy
stores on the Island. After all, what was the
use of having money if you didn’t spend it?
And spending money was the second thing
I was very good at.
I strode to the side of the pool and dipped
my foot into the water. Ah, just right. I
reached down to the hem of my gown and
lifted it over my head. I was Unclad
underneath. For a moment, I studied my
Unclad reflection in the glass door. I love
looking at my lush, over-ripe body, big hips,
tiny waist and large breasts. I lifted my
breasts and examined the large round Tips.
Even when I myself handle my b0s0m, i
could begin to feel the juices flow between
my thighs. My hands massaged my flat
little tummy, then wandered down to the
little triangle of bald patch below. My hands
smoothed over my pubis, then one little
finger slipped in between my K!ttyC@t lips.
Ahh, I was wet and dripping, and so early in
the morning! Alas, my poor hard-working
husband wasn’t there to service me. Oh,
well, I thought, someone has to make the
money.
I walked over to the shallow side of the pool
and sat down beside it, my long legs
dipping into the water. I thought I should
take a swim, but I didn’t think I could swim
a stroke without getting a few strokes up
my snatch. Goodness, this yearning for a
nice big J0yst!ck is driving me crazy!
But even money couldn’t buy everything
when you wanted it. I’d have to make do.
With my legs dangling in the water, I leaned
back on an air mattress beside the pool,
and began slowly stroking my K!ttyC@t.
Oooh, that was good. So good. One hand
held open my K!ttyC@t lips, while the
fingers on the other hand found my big
exposed cl!t and began rubbing against it.
As one of my girlfriend had explained at
lunch at the Polo Lounge a few afternoons
ago, this was “cl!toriffic”.
My hand began stroking my cl!toris faster
and faster. My hips began grinding and
moving against the plastic air mattress.
While one hand played with my K!ttyC@t,
my other hand began massaging my heavy
breasts, pulling at the Tips, slowly moving
in circles. The warmth of the sun’s early
morning light felt good on my skin. I
inserted one finger up my snatch. It was no
way near the size of the J0yst!ck I wished
was pushed up there at the present, but it
would have to do for now.
As I played with myself, I closed my eyes
and began thinking of the bartender at a
ritzy bar I often stopped by after shopping
for a nice refreshing drink. He was young,
in his early twenties, and built like a body-
builder. I had never had the pleasure of
pulling down those tight black pants of his,
but I had often thought about what I would
find there. A big nice J0yst!ck? Now, that
would be nice. I could just imagine him,
standing there with his pants down, and
this J0yst!ck the size of a big cucumber
standing at attention. Could I get my lips
around that…
It seemed the sun had gotten covered by
clouds, for a shadow passed over my body.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a figure
standing beside me, silhouetted by the sun.
I, gasped and sat up. “Oh!”
To Be Continued… |
| Romance › Lonely Wife (madam Got S*x Of Her Life) [18+] Episode 2!! Must Read! by Diporh(op): 5:16pm On Feb 16, 2019 |
My muscles began to contract and relax
and I knew that I would soon be cumming.
Rather than just thrust in and out, in and
out, I stopped for a brief moment and
rubbed the swollen lump that was my cl!t.
With just the tip of my index finger, I
excited myself to new heights. I rubbed and
circled the little nub with my finger and
when it seemed that I was going to come
again, I stopped once more.
Without realizing it at first, I had begun to
talk to myself; when I wasn’t uttering words
of endearment for my own ears I was
groaning with the ecstasy that I was giving
myself.
Finally, I closed my eyes to close out the
image of myself in the mirror and then
concentrated solely on getting off.
I brought myself, time and again, right to
the brink but each time I made myself wait.
I wanted this orgasm to be a gut-
wrenching, mind-blowing climax that would
leave me satisfied.
After several minutes of thinking about
shola, i let my mind wander to an incident
that had occurred years before and dwelled
on that s*x fantasy for a while.
In the fantasy, I was standing under a
bedroom window watching a man please
his wife. I had passed through the couple’s
backyard in search of mango fruit and only
accidentally saw the couple fu-Cking. At
first as a fourteen year old girl, I was
shocked and then curious, so I had backed
up to stand in the shadows of a nearby tree
and watch the s*x show unfolding before
me. The man inside was making passionate
and tender love to the woman who lay
receptive and eager beneath him.
I had watched in awe as the man had
kissed the lady very passionately. I watched
him handle her and whisper softly in her
ear. Although his voice was beyond the
range of my hearing, I knew that he was
telling the lady what he was going to do to
her because the woman cried out, “Oh, yes!
Do it! Do it to me!” i had become so
aroused by the scene in the window that I
had masturbated while I watched.
?Now, that scene came back to me as i
once more was playing with myself. I
continued to squirm and wiggle my
butt0ckz about while I manipulated the wet
and needy cunt that l could still see in the
mirror.
While working on the now rigid cl!t and
massaging the lips of my cunt, I watched a
creamy river pour out of myself.
I needed to finish up because I was getting
too excited to continue playing with myself
and then prolong the pleasure. My hips got
into the action more as I continued
thrusting back and forth on my fingers to
meet the pressures of my fingers and the
pleasure was getting more intense by the
moment.
Speaking aloud, I told myself, “Faster baby.
Faster. In, can take it, I can do it… I’m going
to get it…” as sweat poured from my body
and my eyes became bloodshot with lust,
and with that I began to come. What I
experienced was not a simple, routine
relief. I began to experience an orgasm that
was so intense I cried out loud my
pleasure. That the neighbours might hear
me fingering myself into such delights was
not a concern. I was too absorbed in the
feelings.
I couldn’t have cared less what the
neighbours might think; I was too
engrossed in the finger fu-Cking I was
giving myself to even consider the noises I
was making. Moreover, I had already been
tagged a slut by the other wives!
I kept pumping my fingers in and out and
within a couple of minutes I was cumming
again. I began then to hammer my bunched
up fingers into my gasping soaking wet K!
ttyC@t and the orgasm went on and on.
Fluids gushed from my cunt as i came and
came and the slurping noises I made
actually caused the climax to last longer.
The sounds I was making changed from
rational words to animal sounds of lust and
pleasure, “Unnnnnhhh, oh, nnnnnnhhhhhh!”
At length I fell back exhausted and
temporarily relieved although i knew that my
solo s*x sessions were not going to satisfy
me; nothing would satisfy me until i had a
big stiff J0yst!ck stuffed up inside of me.
Shola was working in another part of the
world; I was constantly Hot so I knew I
would have to find another man. But how?
And where?
To Be Continued… |
| Romance › Lonely Wife Episode 1[18+] Story by Diporh(op): 12:21pm On Feb 16, 2019 |
Read The Story.
Lonely wife! +18
A story written kehn
The day was hot, the harmattan was over
and the heat came out with a vengeance.
Not a breeze was blowing and the sun beat
down mercilessly to bring the temperature
up well over bearing point.
I am Bukky DaSilva, thirty years old and
married to Shola DaSilva an engineer with
one of the multinational oil firms in the
country. I am what you would call a ‘’Trophy
Wife’’. I am well endowed with a body
statistics of 44-32-44. Large b0s0m and
large hips and a beautiful face. I had
always liked s*x and began having my fill
of it in my teens. Being married to Shola
was icing on the cake as it meant I had no
need to work and all the means to enjoy my
lusts and fantasies.
?I lay, Unclad on the couch, on the
verandah of my luxurious apartment in
Ikoyi, with only a small rechargeable fan
blowing warm air over me as there was no
electricity and I was too languid to put on
the generating set. I longed for coolness,
but because I was rubbing my hands over
my s*xy** body, I was only making myself
hotter.
I wished that Shola, my husband, would
walk in and catch me at my solitary game
and get Hot enough to want to F**K me
right there in the living room with the
curtains opened and the neighbours
watching. I wasn’t just Hot — I was a bit
of an exhibitionist too.
The longer I thought of Shola and how he
looked with no clothing on and a hard on
that he needed to stick up inside of me, the
worse I wanted to Pour.
The only problem was that Shola had been
transferred to an overseas position and he
wouldn’t be available to scratch that itch
way up inside of me for several months.
I sighed in longing for him — or for any guy
who wanted to F**K. My whole body
seemed inflamed and I needed release but
realized that I would have to adjust to not
getting la!d whenever I wanted.
I sat on the side of the couch and caught a
view of myself in the big mirror. The
reflection that I saw was one of a tall
woman, big boned but slender with legs
that were long; sitting with them spread
apart I looked at my own cunt and felt
myself getting hotter.
I appraised my b0s0m and thought to
myself that for a woman of thirty I was in
pretty damn good shape. My full b0s0m
stood straight out from my well-toned body
and the Tips were large and dark with the
taut Tips sticking upward. As I thrust my
back forward, my tits pointed straight up
and I was pleased with the picture of
myself in the mirror.
I scooted forward to sit right at the edge of
the couch and then I spread my legs as far
apart as I could get them. Sitting there, in
the most revealing position I could get in
and still look at myself, I knew that I would
have to relieve myself.
I needed a F**K desperately but since one
was not available to me, i felt I would go
crazy if I didn’t finger F**K myself. I hadn’t
played with myself since i was a girl
because I’d had plenty boyfriends along the
way who took care of my needs. And then
Shola was the answer to my prayers as he
was not only wealthy, he was handsome,
well -endowed and as Hot as me. It was a
match made in lust heaven.
I sat and thought for a moment about Shola
and his big J0yst!ck. The image that came
to my mind was not of Shola and me but of
him alone. I saw in my mental image my
husband lying Unclad by the pool jacking
off, the way we had met, and the image
served only to make my need for relief even
more.
?My lust had gotten the better of me at just
thinking of my husband’s massive J0yst!ck
jacking off to the sight of me fingering
myself and I began to slide my hands up
and down my Unclad body as I
automatically began to squirm and respond
to the touch of my own hand.
?
When I brought one hand to play with my
already erect Tips, the other one went
naturally to my dripping cunt. While I
manipulated the Tips with one hand, I
began to slide my finger in and out of my
wet K!ttyC@t. Immediately the heat in me
increased and I began to ooze the magic
fluid in abundance.
As hot juices were seeping from my s*x
hungry cunt, I changed the finger fu-Cking
from a single finger to two, then three and
finally all four fingers were bunched
together and I was sliding most of their
entire length in and out with full strength.
The hand that was working over my tits
was hot and dry and even though it
stimulated me, I remembered to lick her
fingers and leave them slimy with my own
spit, then when I began to sq££ze and
knead that sensitive tissue, the hot wetness
from my own mouth added to the
wonderful feelings. My need for J0yst!ck
was so great that I splashed cunt juices all
over the couch as I came loudly.
The combination of my own fantasy, that of
my Unclad husband jacking himself off by
the pool, the fact that I was watching my
solo performance in the mirror and my true
physical need to come all combined to rush
me into a powerful climax.
To Be Continued |
| Romance › Must See!!,coolest Kissing Style Is Number 2[18+]������ by Diporh(op): 1:40am On Feb 16, 2019*. Modified: 9:07am On Feb 16, 2019 |
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| Literature/Writing Ads › Cool Story Alert!! �life Of A Shy Guy� by Diporh(op): 1:20am On Feb 16, 2019 |
The life of a shy guy� Episode:- 1 ° ° ° ° Sometimes I just wonder why I was created this way. why I can't seem to be comfortable when I'm in the midst of people, especially ladies. I had been this way ever since I was a kid. I'm already on my early twenties but my issue is not getting better. It had even worsened. I can't believe that at this stage of my life, I still don't know how to approach ladies. I had come in contact with a number of nice ladies that I love and would love to spend the rest of my life with, but due to my shy nature, I could not approach them and had lost them all. I still can't believe that I'm still a virgin at this stage of my life. Not that I'm a saint or something. I had always wanted to take this virginity of a thing off me, but don't know how to go about it. I had never dated any lady all my life. I dare not tell my friends that I'm still a virgin, because they would all laugh at me. I always brag about how I made a lady beg me to get her laid whenever I'm with them, but in reality, nstammereding had happened. I always believed I could cope with my shy and introverted nature, but not until I gained admission into the university. it was when I gained admission into the university that I realized there is place for people like me in the university. it's either I blend in and associate with people or be forever isolated. it's been three weeks since I gained admission into the university. We had already completed the registration process and lectures had also started. The way I always see students in my department discussing and associating with one another, made me wondered if they had known one another already, before they gained admission. I wished I could be like them and interact more with my coursemate, but my introverted nature wouldn't allow me. I always try my best not to be noticed in class. I dare not raise my hand to answer any question asked by a lecturer, even though I knew the answer. One day in class, just immediately we settled down for lectures, our introduction to statistics lecturer, Dr. Mike walked into the class to introduce his course. After 5minutes of speaking, he asked a question which no one could answer. He was very disappointed and decided not to speak further until someone answer his question. I knew the answer to Dr. Mike question but dare not stand up to answer his question. Just imagining the number of eyes that would be boring holes on my body when I stand to answer the question could make my mind go blank. Dr. Mike stared at us from the podium while we stared back at him, with no one making attempt to answer his question. After the long silence in the class, he decided to speak. "so out of over a hundred students in this class, no one can answer the question I asked" he said Everyone in class remained silent. "this class can't continue until someone answer my question. How am I suppose to teach you if you don't know the basic of this course" he said The class still remained silent. He stared silently at us. After a while if silence, an idea crossed his mind. "I know what to do" he said walking closer to us. "I will start pointing you to answer the question and once you fail to give me the right answer, you will leave this class and never attend any of my classes for the rest of this semester." he said in serious tone. A faint murmur could be heard in the class "we you all keep shut" he shouted in angry tone. The look on his face showed that he was very serious with what he said. I wished someone could just answer his question and take me out of the tensed situation i was in. The class had suddenly became too hot for me to stay. I prayed silently that God should divert the lecturer's attention away from anything that would make him notice me in class. Not that I didn't know the answer, but I just couldn't face the whole class. I could see the lecturer staring at everyone faces, looking for who to point. he stared at my direction and a shiver went down my spine. I suddenly started sweating profusely. "Hey, you over there" he said pointing at my direction. Even though he was pointing at my direction, I was so sure he was not pointing directly to me. because there is no how he could have pin-point me out of over a hundred students in class. so I looked back to confirm who he was pointing at. the person he was pointing at must be behind me. "why are you looking back? I'm referring to you" he said referring to me "is it me sir?" I asked to be sure he was referring to me. "no, it's me" he mimicked me "come on stand up and answer my question" he barked. I suddenly became weak when I realized he was actually referring to me. how was I suppose to stand and answer question in a class of over hundred students. Just as I slowly stood up, I could see over a hundred eyes boring holes on my body. I tried not to turn my head, because my mind could go blank if my eyes meet with any lady in class. I cursed the devil silently who had succeeded in putting me in such situation. "will you answer my question or get out of this class" Dr. Mike barked when I didn't say anything after a while of standing "erm.........erm.........." I stammered.... ° ° ° To be continued Like n comment for d next |
| TV/Movies › Which Name Shud We Call This � by Diporh(op): 1:02am On Feb 16, 2019 |
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