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The air was heavy around the three girls as they played their card game. The three of them have been best of friends since God knows when.

They would come together and play cards, gist and talk generally about all there is to talk about. Their other friends tag it “Gossip” but who cares!

Today had started somewhat cheerful and as of now it is soar. It was a bright Saturday and everything should have been fun and good.

‘Pick two, pick another two, another two now hold on, continue.’ Dami played with visible aggression.

Gbemi who was next to her seemed baffled and said while picking her cards from the market “E be like say you don dey find me since abi?

Cus why you go carry market like this give me?’’ Doyin who had been looking at the two quietly played her card. She didn’t know where this was going and would not want to be in anybody’s bad side.

Dami played again , ‘’general market’’ she called out, not mind what Gbemi just said.

On a normal day, Dami would have made a joke about how she is a soar loser but today she seemed all straight and somewhat angry.

The other two players picked and the game continued. The air was getting thicker and the game was fast turning into a fight between Dami and Gbemi with Gbemi at the receiving end.

Suddenly Doyin dropped her cards and asked ‘’what is wrong with you Dami?

Is there something you want to say?’’ Everything stopped. Slowly, Dami dropped her card and looked to Gbemi;
“Did you sleep with Charles?’’ Dami asked.

‘’What?!’’ Both Doyin and Gbemi screamed then everything became silent.

It would have been dismissible but for the cold murderous stare Dami was giving Gbemi, then Doyin turned to Gbemi saying; “Daun!(answer!)’’ Doyin quavered while asking.

She always wore as little as she could and except for cold days, seldom wore shoes. She had no figure to speak of but she had long legs. Because of that, people mistook her for an older girl. She was only 11 years old or nearly 12 as she always told people. She was always pestering me when I was working on my car. It didn’t bother me too much as it’s nice to chat. She was there when I was working in the front garden, sitting on the wall at the front, or on the seat near the front door.


She liked to wear loose fitting tops, and when she bent over to chat to me, her top would gape open. Jennifer was smiling as she always caught me looking, and I began to realize that she was finding more ways of showing parts of her body to me. One day she turned up wearing a bikini top and a very short skirt. I got to see her a$$ several times as she bent over to pick something up. What shocked me was when I was cleaning the wheels on my car and Jennifer sat down on the floor, her knees opened slightly and all I could see was her bare kitten. By bare, I mean that there was not a single hair on it at all. I had presumed that this little tease was wearing a thong as when I saw her a$$ earlier, there was no sign of ordinary knickers.

I was in a dilemma, as if she had been older, I wouldn’t have hesitated to try something on with her, but I had never been into little girls. My problem was that I was semi £rect most of the time that she was around me, giving little glimpses of n*ked flesh to me. What was I to do? The decision was taken out of my hands when she was helping me one day.

Jennifer had turned up on this occasion wearing a very short t-shirt, and no bra. This gave me glimpses of her small mounds and her bare midriff and showed the start of her hip bones over the top of, for her, a moderate length skirt. Her long legs were bare as usual, and no shoes, showing off her purple painted toenails. She offered to do some watering for me, and while still chatting, allowed me to get on with other things. All of a sudden, it felt like rain, but as I stood up, I saw that it was Jennifer pointing the hose in the air over where I was. Laughing loudly, she saw me walking towards her, and shrieked in mock terror.

I got a hold of the hose, but she still held on tight, so both of us were now getting wet. Watching the rivers of water soaking her t-shirt and running inside over her body had me fully €rect. Jennifer stumbled backwards and tripped, landing on her backside, but pulling me over with her. As I landed on top of her, my outstretched hand fell on her t-shirt covered tit and as my hands were dirty and wet, left a palm print on her t-shirt.

“ Oh no, what am I going to do now? My mum will kill me if she sees this”.

“Come on inside and I can wash it for you as well as your skirt that also has a mark on it. I can find you something to wear”. With that, I went indoors, and she followed me. Turning around, I found that she certainly wasn’t shy as she pulled her t-shirt over her head leaving her small brezz n*ked.

“Woah, what are you doing? I haven’t got anything down here for you to put on”.
“I’m not ashamed of my body, and it’s nothing that you haven’t already seen” she stated, knowing that she had shown me flashes of bare flesh. With that, she slid her skirt down her still wet legs showing me her pretty kitten for the second time today. She was a vision of loveliness standing completely n*ked in front of me. 

“Do you like what you see” she said as she spun around.

“Yes I do, but you shouldn’t be doing this”.

“When you fell on top of me, I felt your bulge and knew I was having an effect on you. I can see your lump now, so can you get it out for me to see it?”

“I don’t think that would be a good idea, do you? You are way too young to be thinking about these things, and I may not be able to stop myself”. I knew that she already had me hooked. Jennifer took two strides to reach me and started undoing my shorts.

“Don’t worry about it, my brother has been f**king me for a month now, but your bulge looks bigger than his”. With that, she pulled my shorts down and grasped my pr**k in her small hands, slowly wanking it while inspecting it.

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Tayo and Michael are brothers, Michael is the elder one and the favorite to his father.. As time moved on Michael and tayo moved from village to Lagos city to hussle for money.. Michael started making it while hussle did not go too well for tayo. As time went by, tayo decided to go bk to the village since life was not easy for him in Lagos.. 5yrs after, Michael married a beautiful wife called sarah but 3years after marriage they did not have any child, they tried all they could and left the remaining in the hands of God…


After a while tayo told Michael he wants to come bk to Lagos, that village is not working well for him. Michael agreed, since he is his small brother, he allowed him to come stay at his ouse… The moment tayo came to the ouse and saw Sarah, he was like wow, dis is brothers wife make sense.. Sarah is contractual business woman, which means it’s not everyday she goes to work.. Tins went well for a while but on a particular day, Sarah was not going to work, feeling lazy, she tired wrapper to do most of the ouse chores, dis got tayo aroused, tayo thought to himself “why be say na only Michael dey get all the good tins, Na him papa like, Na him dey successful, Na him get fine wife, make i share dis one wit am even if na once”, so decided to chat Sarah up, they gisted for a while, then tayo offered to get drinks in the fridge for both of them….

Then he was bk he gave her the drink unknown to Sarah he had grinded sleeping pills inside. He took excuse to use the toilet, before he was bk Sarah was deep asleep, then tayo seized the opportunity to sex her to his maximum satisfaction…. When Sarah woke up, she noticed her body was not the way it was wen she slept, but she felt maybe it was a dream, life continued peacefully, a month after Sarah was pregnant which made Michael very happy.

Tayo was not sure if he was the owner of the pregnancy but he cared less, it was none of the business after all, he then told Michael that he needed to go back to village to start any kind of business, and as a brother Michael did not mind, he gave his junior brother N500k to start any business of his choice… After 14years, the baby of that time had grown to be sharp and smart, he was known has Sam, sam grew up resemble both his father and his brother so there was no suspicion, sam was a very smart kid..

On a faithful day, sam came bk from school and called his parents that he wanted to talk to them.. Yes Sam, what is it u want to say, his father asked. Hope u will not be angry with me if I tell you, asked Sam. We are your parents we can’t hurt you, replied his mum. Well, on my way back from school I branched a small shop to play Naija Bet, Sam said. You went to bet ke, when did you start betting Sam?, so how much did you bet?, asked his dad. N200 sir, replied Sam but the issue is that I won N30m from the bet sir and they said I am not old enough to collect it, that I shld come with my parents.

On hearing this, is father jumped up happily, sam you my son, you are a good boy, next time tell me when you want to do something like that again make sure u tell me, so I can show you the right path, said his dad.. Both parents were happy, so the next day they went to 9jabet to claim the money, they were congratulated on winning the money but they were told to bring documents to proove they are Sam’s parent.

Michael and Sarah [the lovable Nigerian Prince charming and snow white], happily went to the hospital to take tests to proove the are the parents of Sam. When the result were out, Michael was called privately to be told he was not the father of Sam.

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Exactly two years ago, I failed my wife and broke our vows. I cheated on her with an ex who had been seriously disturbing me. What I didn’t do after marriage was to cut off this ex of mine. Angela (not real name), my ex is wild. She used to send me nudes and tell me that I am her s8xual fantasy. So, even when she is with other men, she used to fantasize that she was with me. That kind of excited me and I enjoyed that s8xual excitement I got from her talking dirty to me and sending me dirty content.

By the time Angela invited me to meet her in a hotel, I had lusted so much after her, I was not thinking. I had s8x with her and even though it was exciting as I imagined, I immediately regretted it. It was like the spell of her was removed from my eyes. I ran away from her and decided to block her and never speak to her again. I prayed to God to also forgive me.


However, Angela was not done with me. She started looking for ways to communicate with me and continue the affair. When she realized, I blocked her on all platform, she slid into my wife DM and sent her all our chats and told her about the hotel incident. My wife was so broken. She cried and told me our marriage was over. I begged and begged. It took her almost 3months to talk to me again.

Its just that since then, my wife does not trust me anymore. Any small thing, she starts bringing up how I broke our vows. If I talk with any lady, I dare not mention it cos she will ask me what am I discussing with that woman. I stopped pass wording my phone, I gave her access to everyone and everything. Yet, she suspects every little move but I take it as the cross I will bear for my indiscretions.

The main issue now is this: my wife’s friend, an event planner, that planned our baby’s first birthday is flirting seriously with me. She started during our baby’s birthday in March. She helped my wife organize so many things for the birthday. When no one is looking, she tries to grab me and open her legs. I thought it was my imagination. But when she was leaving after the party, she cornered me and told me that I should stop playing hard to get …that she knows what I want and she can give it to me.

I told her to stop it or I will tell her friend. This woman told me, don’t be stupid. Are you not a man? Since then, because she has my number, she will be sending me dirty texts and telling me to stop dulling. And because I no longer password my phone, I try to delete the messages she sends before my wife sees it.

I became afraid that if my wife sees this before I tell her, she wont believe me. So, I gathered courage and told my wife. I told her because I wanted to be honest and I don’t want anything to hurt her again. To my surprise, my wife flared up. Shouting: Lanre, you have started again, you are a liar, a man slut, etc. I looked at her, me trying to explain, she didn’t even listen.


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“I’m sorry, what?” Tony asked.
“Do you wanna l!ck me?” she said. The seat on the passenger’s side suddenly scooted backwards, startling the both of them. She gasped and laughed. She’d pulled the handle.
“Emm…” Tony scratched the back of his neck.
“It’s a simple question,” She repeated, wiggling out of her p@nts. They dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of them, one foot after the other. The material hung off one stiletto heel and laughing again she kicked it over her head and into the back seat. Olive put both her feet on his car seat.

Normally, he hated anything that messed with the leather of his interiors, but it was not the pain from knife-points of her shoes he felt now, as if stabbed into his creamy leather. Tony crotch tightened. It was looking to do some stabbing of its own.
She’d worn a dress, tight and white, which reached just under her knees. Her hair was permed as he liked it to be – none of this newfangled ‘nappturalism’ movement for him – and swept off the left side of her face, held in place by a jewelled comb. Every inch the lady his mother wanted him to bring home.

Now, she pulled up the dress and spread her legs, squatting beside the gear stick.
“Yes. Yes, I do,” he said. The words came out, dry, bereft of moisture. He couldn’t make any saliva now if he tried. At first he thought she did not hear him, she only jiggled in place, closed her knees and opened them again. They parted with a soft, svkc!!ng sound.
“Well, have at it, then,” she said.
Tony darted forward and his seat belt pulled him up short. The jerk was enough to remind him of where he was. “Let me just…” he hated to move, hated to do anything other than bury his face in her pv$$y.

But they were in the parking lot of a popular shopping mall, having just come from a nearby cinema. Deserted, yes, but the last thing he needed was to end up on someone’s YouTube with his a$$ hanging out of the window. She shrugged and slipped into the back seat. She didn’t seem to mind.
He started up the car and pulled away from the powerful searchlights which dotted the parking lot at intervals, towards the dark corner where a shadow pooled beside recycling bins.

He stopped, engaged the handbrake and leapt out of his seat. He did not have to go far. Olive had spread herself on the back seat like a throw, one knee behind each of the front seats. A lady she was not.
“Don’t come any closer. The back is just for me,” she said.
Just for her? She was kidding right? He eyed her but did not trust himself to speak.
“You want to drink from me, you have to get down low, honey.” Slap, slap, went her th!qhs. Open, close.

The heat and scent of her took away his objections. He had become pure sensation; concentrated aching and the reason for his discomfort  would not let him sink low enough. He unzipped his trousers and tried to free it from the confines of his Y-fronts.
“Is that d!kcc I hear?” she asked. Her voice was low, sultry. Dreamy and thick, as though she was swimming in syrup.
“Yes, you want some?” he asked. He sounded like a stoned fool to his own ears but the promise of tongue-fvkc!!ng her, heck any-type-of-fvkc!!ng her was great. Tony gave up and pulled the whole thing down altogether. His belt clanked on his shin.


“I’ve changed my mind,” she said abruptly. He heard the rustle of cloth as she adjusted herself.
Typical! he swore under his breath.
“I want to svkcc that d!kcc first instead,” she said, kneeling on the floor of the car. The gear stick grazed his ba||$, cold in the winter night, but her hands on his were hot and slippery from a visit to her own body. He knelt astride the handbrake and parked his tumescent c0kc in the gap between the seats, pointing like an arrow, a warning at what he assumed must be her face.


Warning: This d!kcc will blow in 5, 4,…
Tony gritted his teeth. He was not a kid. Of course he wouldn’t blow. Not until he’d sank into her hot, molten flesh would he let his man milk flow.
Her breath tickled the tight head of his c0kcc, its eye wide open, dribbling and swaying like a drunk. Olive reached under and around him, holding him tight. The liquid heat of her mouth lapped up his excess before she let him slide in.

Tony’s hiss curled out of his mouth. His breath and hers mingled to fog up the windows. They were all alone in the world.
Outside, the wind picked up and inside Tony, a storm raged. Olive’s sucks were strong and tight, and soon sweat prickled under his woolly hat. He took it off and flung it down. It rained from his pores, flowed down the spine and into his bvtt0kcs where it encountered Olive’s kneading fingers. She broke off to lower her head as if she was drinking from an outdoor tap. In went his ba||$ into her mouth.

“Ah,” he barked. Whirlpools of saliva swirled around them and she svkc3d them dry. She repeated it several times, finally letting each one pop out of her mouth, fully laundered.
“Mmm,” she said. “Those were good ba||$. Could you unzip me?” She bent her head towards him so that he could reach her back. Tony did as she asked, but could not resist slipping a hand to the front of her dress. He was pleased to find her almost as sweaty as he was.

Where was this person at dinner? he wondered. He’d dreaded the date for so long that his mother had to forcibly come around and blackmail him into going. “Are you g*y?” she’d shouted. “If you’re g*y tell me now so that I will know that I have no one to carry on my name!”
He was her only son, the apple of her eyes. And she had hounded him for months on end about this grandchild of the esteemed Deaconess Obuta in her church. The church he no longer attended, offended by their frequently shouted prayers and the concentration on material wealth in God’s name.

He’d hated the way the girls all seemed to be into marriage. No sooner did you say ‘Hello’ to one than they started talking about how many girls they wanted for their bridal trains. His mother had shown him Olive’s picture on her phone and she seemed to be alright, although one couldn’t tell the marriage-hungry from photos. He agreed to go, if only to get his mother off his back.

Olive suckled loudly and Tony buckled, gripping the headrests for support. She was like a starved infant. Her suction was strong. His bvtt0kc muscles quivered with the strain of holding his body upright. Olive started to thrust his h!ps into her mouth.

The slimy hole in her face appeared to have no end and Tony pumped cautiously at first and then with increasing abandon. When she broke off to gargle his ba||s again, he almost grunted from impatience.
Her fingers massaging his taint were a surprisingly pleasant experience.  A salty, meaty smell wafted off their bodies, condensed in the air around them. He could taste the flesh of her pv$$y although he was yet to.

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I am a young of 28yrs old and a final year student of one of the prestigious university in Nigeria.

A few month back, I met this lady who happens to be a student of this same university. At first we started as friends and during this friendship, I discovered that she has a boyfriend but the relationship wasn’t that ok. During our friendship, she told me that, it was this guy that breaks the padlock (u know what I mean).

At the long run the guy broke up with her due to mistrust,insecurity and mistreatment. During this period of our friendship, I developed feelings for her cus of her trained personality and religious upbringing. As a very sharp guy, i took my opportunity and talk to her, she agreed and we started dating officially. The relationship was very smooth and we mingled also( Hope u understand).


Suddenly, this same ex of hers calls her and begins to apologise. She agree to his pleas without considering my feelings..To cut it short, they started dating back.

Few days later, she came back and started apologising to me saying that she loves me, she feels free whenever she is with me and that I always makes her to concentrate more on the things of God and mostly the qualities she wants in a man that she finds it in me…

But anytime this guy talk to her and beg her, she will agree and go back to him…

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