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‘But mother! Fredo was the one who reported his uncle to father. Although, he could be so miserly at times, that is because he does not have enough. This is one part of my affair that I want you to manage.’

That was Era, the handsome daughter of the King. Many called her bold, others called her mighty, some saw her as formidable. She was a prince that came as a one true princess, the King usually thought.

Almost every night, Princess Era encountered endless arguments with her mother, Queen Martha on her choice of a Lord, the one with who she will be by his side to rule the kingdom very soon. Era just found Fredo a hundreds of nights ago and swore not to let the son-of-a-nobody go.

‘Mother please, he has those hands and his footsteps sing with mine.’

Queen Martha remained silent.

‘You are my consort mother. Make him the Prince for he is the only one I see.’

‘When you place the wealth of a nation in the hands of a minor, what do we gain? He cares for his stomach.’ Queen Martha finally said.

‘His uncle tried to steal the leathers and the shillings but he exposed him even without confidentially. What do we gain with Mathew who sucks his thumb?’ Era asked back.

‘I think you should go and bring him here while I go see your father. Hurry! Mathew may be visiting.’ Queen Martha finished and stood.

Era became nonplussed about her mother’s sudden agreement but her last sentence. ‘Mathew may be visiting.’ She propped herself.

‘You never told me about Mathew and his plot.’ Era shouted in betrayal. She could not believe that her own mother must have known Mathew’s plots and scams.

The Queen gently began to climb the stairs from the last step where they sat. Politely, she turned to her daughter and said.
‘What more can I say, this is one first and last chance. Hurry and bring your Lord If you can.’ She smiled and continued her journey graciously. Queen Martha is known for fighting everything.

Till she disappeared into the King’s court, Era stood, still unaware of how to react. She only felt heavy volcanoes forming around her throat, about to explode through tears and with all her strength she screamed, ‘Guaaards!’

That night, the evil has gone to visit Fredo first in form of Mathew, the desperate statesman that wanted Princess Era. With the help of his own guard, he made Fredo kneel like a last survivor at the end of his small hut.

Mathew loved panicking. ‘So this is the dungeon where you want to claim my LovePeddler?’

‘Stop calling her a LovePeddler. She is the Princess.’ Fredo fired back bravely.

‘She is a LovePeddler just like others. It is the throne I seek and if you dare speak again, I shall cut you again and again before I let you sleep, coward!’

‘He has the guts to call me a coward.’ Fredo thought. ‘But he is the coward; he cannot fight alone, he comes with his stupid killers.’ Fredo shook his head looking at Mathew who was cleaning his knife over and over.
‘I won’t die tonight.’ Fredo said to himself. ‘I’d rather fight than die.’

His thoughts settled on escape. There were two doors. The killer was standing by his right at the door closer to him while Mathew was pacing about the other door right opposite him although a little distance there was. What could he do? His mind reasoned so fast like the craft of his arms.

‘The killer can only kill if he gets hold of the prey. Run through the door of the one who is weak. The one who is weak. Do not ponder on what will happen next, just run.’

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There were noises of splashing water and droppings around the house. Then somebody groaned, groaned again to the ears of the wall. Abigail could not ignore the terrifying atmosphere any longer so she ran from where she was sitting in the living room straight to the toilet where she met Efe vomiting out her life.

Abigail quickly applied a simple aid by rubbing her back gently, soothing her pain.

In the midst of the uproar, Efe began to shed tears. Abigail could not make out why she kept crying, she cried even more whenever Abigail’s palms caressed her back. It has been a long time someone cared for her even for a second.

Efe and Abigail were housemates, controversial housemates, housemates that sleep under one roof but on different beds, move out of the house in different directions and never chat up each other.

Efe was the archetype of the I-don’t-care-attitude that has been going on. Although, Abigail tried her best to be a real housemate, Efe had made up her mind not to succumb. She was rigidly tied up to her life by herself, with herself and into herself.

Again, Abigail refused to ignore what just happened, she carefully took Efe to her bed and laid her there, she sat beside her and asked.

‘Efe you can talk to me. Are you pregnant? Are you carrying a child?’ She repeated the same question for five times yet Efe remain visibly unshaken.

Abigail got pissed and roared, ‘What in heaven’s name is wrong with you? Can’t you just answer me for God knows when since I moved in to share this house with you?’

‘I am not pregnant. I am just ill. So leave me alone. I can take care of myself.’ Efe finally answered.

‘I will leave you as usual but today I will simply tell you the truth. You are very selfish, a self-centered domineering bastard. You never talk to anyone or you think I’m a low class? You chased your caring boyfriend away three months ago in this house, I saw it. You take people’s care and love for granted. No one ever comes to visit you and you never talked about any. I wonder who you will talk to if not me now. You are all bottled up and life is not like that. Get that!’

‘Abigail I will never talk to neither you nor anyone. I can handle everything, even this moment. So stay on your own.’ Efe said still maintaining her stand. She covered herself with a blanket.

Abigail laughed. Laughed so loud and said, ‘Look at who can handle everything when you are dying. Well, stay alone for all I care. You will surely need someone like me who wants to listen and heaven help you that day or you will never get me,’ She stormed out of the room.

Efe quickly took her phone, she knew she needed someone to talk to.

For the past one year, everyone appeared so valueless in her eyes. She didn’t want any friend or any boyfriend, the reason she broke up with her third boyfriend in a row. Everyone seemed to care too much, exhibiting soft and weak attitudes that she never liked.

She has chased them all away yet she needed another, another body that she has been lusting after. Efe was totally ignorant of some of the tricks of life, some of the things she can get from different kinds of people and things that she can never get from them.

Her relationship with Steve has been quite a rock and roll. Two young idiots sleeping with each other without getting involved and no matter how fun the sex has been, they labeled each other enemies with benefits.

Efe preferred that kind of life but now she wants Steve’s ears, she needs to talk to him and she believed that he would definitely answer. Of course he will, coition was so real between them.

With her hands trembling, she quickly typed a long message and sent. She typed another and sent, patiently waiting for his reply. To herself, she imagined Steve will leave whatever he was doing and come to take care of her.

She was still imagining that all the attention seeking messages she sent to him will yield his love. She dozed off.

Few hours later, Efe woke up to reality. She touched her phone but there was no reply. Then she quickly sent another text.

‘Hey, what are you doing that you cannot answer me? No matter what, I just want to talk to you, to someone.’

Miraculously, she got the reply she has been waiting for in a text form but not in a lovely adornment. She opened the message and read,....

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Two embodiment of flesh were rubbing each other behind the car. That was excess friction.
She was freaking him out.

It had not been too long since she left his house after her service as a maid yet they got closer. She was with a man, the husband of another woman. Cold that chills the spine. She could not help but fall in love with how he loved his wife. She had seen most of him but one.
She fell deeply and who could ever doubt, right behind the Range Rover she wanted him dipping her cunt.

With her own hands, Vera tore her top apart and rubbed him the more.

‘Sir you know I’m in love with you. I never hid it. I want you anywhere, here, there, now, let’s jump into the car.’

Christian swallowed. That was the fifth time his Adam’s apple jumped in pain, he wanted to drop some tears. That wasn’t a pain of the heart alone for his whole body melted in vain. He forgot the reason he came to meet his young servant again.

That night, it looked like finally, she would have her way. He would succumb and give it to her but he thought of his wife.

He swallowed a big one again. Vera was busy kissing him all over, her desperation was like a curse but why was he not totally responding? She quickly pulled on his dick and slapped him slightly on the cheek.

‘Swear you don’t want this Sir. Sir!’ She dragged him closer to the car making a way for them to get into the car but Christian pulled back.

He wanted to be there. To stand there and do nothing. Perhaps something might help.

‘I need a saviour.’ Christian cried inside. ‘This is another woman, another beautiful woman but there is one I’m bound to forever. The promises I made to Rita. Rita where are you? Come and push this woman away and control me like you want. I said I will love you alone forever but right now I cannot count on myself, Rita. I’m losing.’

Thank God to thoughts that will never be heard, Vera could not hear him otherwise she would have dealt with him there and then in her rough way, she was in control. She loved to be in control of anything she ever wanted.

‘Christian will not go home alive if he didn’t Bleep me tonight.’ She promised herself.

Well, Christian didn’t hear that too. The only thing he heard was the cry of her oppression to him although, it felt good. The way she possessed and ravished him as they stood there and those hands of hers. He was slowly forgetting his home, his pretty son and the vow endowed ring around his fourth finger.

The thoughts came up again and this time, it was a thought to push away. To push her far into vanity with his entire strength. The rift he would create between them might be the grace to love his wife again.

‘On the count of three,’ Christian ordered himself.
‘One,
One and half,
Two,’

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The young buds playing in the village grove suddenly gasp in awe as Osele sped off from their midst. She could not say a word to anyone before leaving her mates for the farm.

It was too late, she thought. The shadows were longer than it supposed to be because of the deceitful evening sun but she had to go.

She forgot to bring from the farm the basin of coco-yam that her owner asked her to after the oil-carrying ceremony of the village newest bride, she was too carried away in songs and dance that she forgot what she was.

To her, it was better to go that evening than being chased with a cutlass to the farm at mid-night by her owner. She walked, walked faster, hopped, jumped and ascended while running just to meet up.

Many pretty women going home from the farm passed her but they never said a word nor warn her of the peril ahead because they knew what she was.

Osele’ s mind was busy yet she thought of the pretty women, their shaped lovely breasts and how they dangled on their chests. They had beautiful drawings and decorations and lots of colourful beads around their waist. Osele knew what was beautiful that she never had.

Her daily growing breasts only stood on her chest, her body was full of negative marks instead of decorations and as for beads she will never have them. She often had a small wrapper round her waist no matter the season nor the festival.

She suddenly stopped, looked back and forth, left and right, up and down and found out that the bush path has been deserted.

Instantly, her mind ran to cannibals.

‘Will they feast on a tiny bone like me tonight?’ She silently asked.

She resumed her race again, this time closing the eyes of her fear but her mind kept urging her to open them no matter what. She refused, she rather ran in blindness.

Osele forgot that a blind man gets nowhere without an aid and certainly, she went crashing and screaming into a part of the bush. With eyes stubbornly closed, she continued screaming as if she was surrounded by a fury of ghosts till she gently opened them and saw nothing but
Fear

For countless number of times, she had encountered such in farms, streams and bushes but there was something different about this time. She seemed to have lost courage and purpose.

Something quickly crawled on the top of her bare breast, again she yelled slapping it out with rage.

‘Oh! It was a dried leave.’ She exhaled and continued her journey.

Soon the evening breeze lost control, the leaves and all that was surrounding her started making spooky noise. Osele stopped right away and looked around. The birds circling and whistling on the trees drew her attention to look up.

‘Are birds supposed to be circling this late in the evening? I think something must be wrong with this bush path today.’

Her swollen head quickly recalled stories of travelling spirits, it made her head grew bigger.

Fearfully, she dived into the bush at once crawling into a huge nearby ant hill that has a door-like opening. In there, she coiled up like a shy millipede making use of only her hidden eyes and ears. This time she heard footsteps and voices like someone making incantations with an unknown dialect.

No more assumptions. She heard everything. The ant hill became possessed. Someone was coming. Something was really coming. Something is around her and…….

‘What are you doing here?’ He gently lifted her up with both hands.

Startled but pretty Osele fell into the arms of the young herdsman.

‘Who are you? What are you doing here? Where are you going to? Can you take me with you?’ Fear was speaking.

The herdsman laughed, relieving her fear. He said, ‘Don’t be scared. My mother’ s spirit can’t stop whispering to me in caves and ant-hills. I am for the King. I served him since I was little and now he is dead. I am free to go. I come from Zani and I shall swim across the Oku Mini tomorrow and go back to my people.’

Osele gasped and withdrew from him

‘Are you a spirit?’ Another stupid question.

He guffawed again. ‘Do spirits laugh like I do?’

‘But that stream you want to swim tomorrow is dangerous.’

Osele stated as if they had known each other for long. The herdsman started making his way out towards the bush path.

‘A man can do anything for freedom. Don’t fight the animals and they won’t fight you. I am in a hurry. Another herdsman is waiting for me down there. Go home!’ He commanded and disappeared from Osele’s sight.

Osele was totally amazed. She was also from Zani but would never think of swimming home because Oku Mini was dangerously infected by many hungry reptiles. Everyone in the village knew that slaves from Zani will never make it to their own land.

Osele expressed her little happiness,
‘I have met someone. Oh! But how did we meet? The gods!’

With that she zoomed off to the farm fearlessly, fetched the heavy basin of cocoyam and returned to her owner. Nothing got her so anxious than pining her dreams to come through in such a short while. The hunger for home and freedom.

As usual, Osele’s owner sent her to the farm alone the next day and with great pleasure Osele ran to Oku Mini where she will swim with her new found brother to the other side.

Till mid-day, Osele waited. She paced about wondering what was keeping him.

‘But I heard the 24 cannon shots. The king should be buried by now.’ She pondered impatiently.

Soon, she lost patience and went in search of him around the grasslands but found nothing like him except a different herdsman.

‘Where is the other man? The herdsman like you. The one from Zani.’ Osele hurriedly asked amidst pants.

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‘So you mean that I can’t even find one girl to take to the hotel this evening. Too bad! This place is so dried or am I running out of luck today?’ Mr Titus thought as he slowly patrolled his black jeep across a moldy road.

Call him a man, a married good looking man that never loved going home. Most times, he got home very late. Few times, he buys some plates of ice cream for his wife and kids to make up for his misdemeanors. Other times when he returned home at 12pm, he will quietly smile mischievously at his wife who should be fast asleep on the couch while waiting for him.

All his returns were on girls, a real matter he never ceased to deal with.

‘Women’ He whispered to himself as he pierced his eyes on his rear-view mirror, searching for whom to beckon.

Mr Titus’s business wasn’t doing well for him and he had just borrowed some dollars from his rich sister after so many pleas. Driving home from her house situated in a lonely part of the city, he just felt too happy, too excited to have succeeded in getting some dollars, too drowned in joy that he needed a one-night ass.

He needed to just chill with any girl, anyone, no matter the shape and throw away some few dollars in between her boobs. He rolled his tongue across his lips, ‘Where are they? Where is she?’

The hunger and Hot spots inside of him were fueled by excess happiness. He will never pay back his sister. That part of the family game never ends! With that thought he laughed and laughed forgetting to drive at a lower speed through a bend. A girl nearly crashed to his car.
Quickly, he made his head visible through the car window apologizing yet Mr Titus did not forget his mission and besides, the already-blushing girl standing by appeared so pretty.

‘This is one of those pretty uncivilized ones. Better. Let me catch her quick.’

The girl started twisting the 100 naira note in her hand smiling rapidly at the cute man.

‘Oh sorry Ok? Where are you going to? Let me drop you. You know, good Samaritan.’ He teased.

The girl continued smiling.

‘You are a very fine girl. I love your smile. Such an angel’

The girl said thanks and smiled even more.

‘Yes I’m getting her’ He encouraged himself.’


‘My angel’ He stretched out his neck almost out of the car and gave the girl a very luring look that made her look away.

‘Aha! Nice job. Now she is shy. She is all mine.’

‘Sweet heart let me drop you or buy you anything you want later. Actually I was going to these big big places, Mr biggs, Kilimanjaro, Tantalizer and thank God I met you so hop in. Baby hop in.’ He teased again and opened the door.

Yet the girl shouted ‘No’ and closed the door for him.

‘Hmmmm. What a challenge’. He quickly brought out some dollars. The girl expressed her shock.

‘You see, Get in let me spoil you small.’

The girl still maintained her stand smiling.

Mr Titus was moved by her ambivalence, then he neatly packed out the whole dollars with his two hands bringing them close to her to see it clearly.

‘Yes. She will respond this time. Mumu! You think you will touch any of my dollars. For girls like you, I will just leave you with 2k and walk away. Idiot! Do and come inside.’ He murmured again.

The girl slowly looked around and found out that it was just herself and the dollar man on the road with thick bushes by the side bearing them witness. She looked again!

Mr Titus smiled seductively still flaunting the bunch of dollars at her with playful talks of ‘Dollars…dollar…dollar, get in baby’

In all his games, he had never lost. All his assumptions stood right on women embracing the love of money and he was still assuming that this one will woefully succumb in no time.
But he never knew that mean and crazy was the girl that
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‘So you mean that I can’t even find one girl to take to the hotel this evening. Too bad! This place is so dried or am I running out of luck today?’ Mr Titus thought as he slowly patrolled his black jeep across a moldy road.

Call him a man, a married good looking man that never loved going home. Most times, he got home very late. Few times, he buys some plates of ice cream for his wife and kids to make up for his misdemeanors. Other times when he returned home at 12pm, he will quietly smile mischievously at his wife who should be fast asleep on the couch while waiting for him.
All his returns were on girls, a real matter he never ceased to deal with.


‘Women’ He whispered to himself as he pierced his eyes on his rear-view mirror, searching for whom to beckon.

Mr Titus’s business wasn’t doing well for him and he had just borrowed some dollars from his rich sister after so many pleas. Driving home from her house situated in a lonely part of the city, he just felt too happy, too excited to have succeeded in getting some dollars, too drowned in joy that he needed a one-night ass.

He needed to just chill with any girl, anyone, no matter the shape and throw away some few dollars in between her boobs. He rolled his tongue across his lips, ‘Where are they? Where is she?’

The hunger and Hot spots inside of him were fueled by excess happiness. He will never pay back his sister. That part of the family game never ends! With that thought he laughed and laughed forgetting to drive at a lower speed through a bend. A girl nearly crashed to his car.

Quickly, he made his head visible through the car window apologizing yet Mr Titus did not forget his mission and besides, the already-blushing girl standing by appeared so pretty.

‘This is one of those pretty uncivilized ones. Better. Let me catch her quick.’

The girl started twisting the 100 naira note in her hand smiling rapidly at the cute man.

‘Oh sorry Ok? Where are you going to? Let me drop you. You know, good Samaritan.’ He teased.

The girl continued smiling.

‘You are a very fine girl. I love your smile. Such an angel’

The girl said thanks and smiled even more.

‘Yes I’m getting her’ He encouraged himself.’


‘My angel’ He stretched out his neck almost out of the car and gave the girl a very luring look that made her look away.

‘Aha! Nice job. Now she is shy. She is all mine.’

‘Sweet heart let me drop you or buy you anything you want later. Actually I was going to these big big places, Mr biggs, Kilimanjaro, Tantalizer and thank God I met you so hop in. Baby hop in.’ He teased again and opened the door.

Yet the girl shouted ‘No’ and closed the door for him.

‘Hmmmm. What a challenge’. He quickly brought out some dollars. The girl expressed her shock.

‘You see, Get in let me spoil you small.’

The girl still maintained her stand smiling.

Mr Titus was moved by her ambivalence, then he neatly packed out the whole dollars with his two hands bringing them close to her to see it clearly.

‘Yes. She will respond this time. Mumu! You think you will touch any of my dollars. For girls like you, I will just leave you with 2k and walk away. Idiot! Do and come inside.’ He murmured again.

The girl slowly looked around and found out that it was just herself and the dollar man on the road with thick bushes by the side bearing them witness. She looked again!

Mr Titus smiled seductively still flaunting the bunch of dollars at her with playful talks of ‘Dollars…dollar…dollar, get in baby’

In all his games, he had never lost. All his assumptions stood right on women embracing the love of money and he was still assuming that this one will woefully succumb in no time.

But he never knew that mean and crazy was the girl that
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The Last Bus Stop

I couldn’t remember what kept me so long. Everywhere was very dark but a few street lights ahead, down the street. I increased my pace towards the light still knowing there was a junction around where I can get a bus back home.

Why was I such a little twit to have spent few more hours drinking Smirnoffs with the girls? It was as though my senses were not with me. How can I keep drinking late with them forgetting that my home is almost out of the city? I couldn’t stop praying not to be locked out. The last time I slept with the girls we were six in that room and I woke with a spiritual headache.

Still whispering more prayers, I made it through the light and cornered to the left. I passed the crossroads, dodging two blue taxis and stood at the spot for pedestrian. The big billboard displaying Wizkid and Tuface enjoying a glass of the classy Hennessy drink made the bus stop spectacular.

To me, that was my last bus stop. If I move forward I get hopeless and if I try to go backwards then that’s death. I made a crouch over my face and prayed for safety before fixing my eyes upon the billboard advert again.

A lady later strolled in, closing up on me, She was thick and agile carrying two heavy polythene bags. I sensed her tiredness.

‘She is one of the market women’ I thought and brought out my small phone from my bag.

Then she asked, “You dey go Town?”

I answered with a ‘yes’ nodding my head to add up.

“Me too, I pray make bus come. I just tire. God I’m tired of this life. To get bus sef na war” She slammed and began to quarrel herself while I got busy texting my brother.

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Medium passage. Medium door. Medium room. Medium bed. Medium shoes. Medium pot by the side with medium water boiling on a medium stove.

Some Landlords are enemies with house plans and constructions. It was like after creating zigzag-buildings on his land, this particular spot was left and he still wanted to build something just to cover up the whole land.

He then built a medium room. Not small. Not big, right in the middle of the compound.

Amanda, a medium woman lived there too. Not fat, not slim. Not tall, not short. Not stupid, not educated.

For years, Amanda and her three kids occupied the house in the middle of the compound, it was like an isolation within a circumference.

“Peter carry the stove and the pot outside for me. The smoke is too much. Then go and call your brothers”

Peter the eldest of her little boys did as he was told and ran out to fetch his brothers.

“Anything I do people must see. Anything I cook they must know. No money in my hand, what can I cook now?”

She sluggishly placed her hand on her head and stepped out to watch the empty water boiling on the stove.

“This one is simply waste of kerosene o. Hei! What will my children eat this night? God!”

The boys trouped in.

“Peter bring that my purse for me” she said.

Peter shouted from inside. “Mummy you don’t have money today. Just 150.” He handed the money to his mother.

“Mummy let’s buy one one one gala for us” Kenneth the third son said jumping happily about his suggestion. They surrounded her.

“One one one gala for us. The 150 will finish. So what will Mummy eat. Big head” Peter cautioned.

Amanda laughed and rubbed the three little heads around her. “Jesus Christ our saviour fed five thousand people with five loaves of bread and two fishes.”

“Just five loaves? When me and Peter and Kenneth can finish six big bread” Henry the second bragged.

“I know the story in the bible. It’s a miracle.” Peter remarked.

“Haha this children, let me go and buy something from Ngozi. Peter tell them the story”

Amanda said and slid her feet into her slippers.

The boys were still arguing inside when she left them shouting, “Peter don’t let them go out, tell them stories”

She walked passed about six apartments adjacent to her house and turned left to a narrow road which led her to a kiosk at the front of the compound.

Ngozi was measuring the rice.

“Two cups? E go do ona?” Ngozi asked her matter of factly.

“Yes na. Your rice dey rise well well o. Give me 50 naira crayfish too. Nothing dey there, na just to cook am well”

“My sister you dey try o”

“Na God, These boys too dey chop and as them dey grow. Them wan chop me dry o”

They laughed.

Amanda returned to her home and prepared the meal.

It was 8pm and the boys were ready to eat and zoom off to the bed. Amanda usually lay on the floor in comfort of her wrapper every night.

As she served them the meal, she placed three cups of water filled to the rim by their side.

The boys ate and drank or rather drank and ate while she finished the little half burnt mold of rice in the pot.

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I was telling my Neighbor that my girlfriend, I mean my woman, my fiancee, the lady that I have decided to marry doesn’t get down with me. A year ago, I had gone to see her people and laid down my intentions. Till now, I work hard to put up more money to enable me pay her pride price and fund the wedding ceremonies.

My neighbor is a hot, slender student who lived adjacent to me. Not quite long, after I moved into the neighborhood, I had a hot intercourse with her. What caught her attention before the sex was she seeing me bringing out a pack of condoms from a very hidden angle, inside a pocket of my engineering coverall squeezed under a little space below my wardrobe. She asked why it was so hidden and I told her that I do not get sexual with my wife so I hide the condoms to conceal my actions.

Everyone calls Ruth my wife since we moved into the compound and they knew we were about to get married but what they did not know was how I cope with my manhood.

Charity had helped me that day to release and I felt good. She still helped me months later after we had gone out for some drinks and slumped into the sofa tearing into each other.

Charity was a really smart fine girl, intelligent and hard working on her dream as a Medical Scientist. I really admire her chatty nature whenever she came to me. She had told me that she was not dating anyone and will not get into a relationship but loves getting laid whenever she wanted.

Ruth on the other hand is the lady I chose to be with, I really felt that I was in love with her that’s why I accepted her rules of not sexing with her till our wedding night. She only visits me once in month because of her busy schedule at work and in church and the fact that she doesn’t want me to be tempted. Few times, while passing the night together, she never turned or snuggled to me. She was always in sustainment of her decision. It bores me.

So I sleep with few other girls that came around, I get confused though. Most times, I can’t get hold on my composure as regards my manhood.

Again, I’m inside my living room painting when Charity rang my doorbell. I opened and she came in looking weary. She complained that she was ill. Later, she took some food from my pot and ate beside me as I painted.

She had refused to meander with me, she never gave any reason but I miss her. I haven’t even felt a woman for months and she had refused me some months ago when I danced to her body.

As I painted, I really knew how I felt. My manhood kicked and jumped. I closed my work for the day and finally complained to her that conji will soon kill me. She argued that it makes no sense that my wife-to-be had totally refused me in bed. Charity pointed out that if she ever dated and if I were ever her boyfriend that she will ride that dick to nonsense. The flow of her words ignited my libido. My eyes darkened so deeply in desire.

Immediately, the electrical power was ceased and the room appeared more cozy and dreamy in darkness . I set the door ajar for a little light while she stretched out herself in a long couch.

I could not incubate my actions anymore when I walked slowly and knelt down close to her soft half exposed body. I began to kiss her open belle with my full soft moist lips. She declined at first but I insisted, not trying to remove her clothes. Not trying to force it. I ran my kisses all over her body, from the bump of her boobs till her toes. She had told me that she had not taken her bath that day but I didn’t care. In between my thighs were heavy of need.

She framed that she wasn’t feeling anything as I did my kissing game but moaned a little when I stopped on the rise of her vagina. I stopped there kissing that particular area till I shifted the edge of her shorts and ran my tongue straight into her cunt licking every damn thing. She adjusted and moaned softly, then suddenly. She pushed me away. Seriously, she hushed me! I was almost in tears. I pleaded more but she refused and went to sit on another chair.

She got busy with her phone and told me to go have my bath, that I stink of foofoo since I had eaten foofoo with okro soup earlier. Out of frustration, I bounced into the bathroom. The shower started but I could not get my hands off my manhood. My chest began to swell for Ruth. A 33-year-old young man like me should at least be active in bed. Why would she do this to me? I wanted to call her and say that I can no longer continue with her relationship bound in rules. I was still in my messed up state, when the bathroom door flung open and Charity rushed....

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