marlow1962:
First of all
-how old are you?
- do you work?
-how fat is your account?
-what can you beat your chest and say “this is what am bring to the table” ?
-are you among “MEN are scum crew”?
- are you tear rubber or second hand?( e get why).
-are you the type that wants to be taken care off without working?
- are you the type that show breast and nyash or shake bum on IG ? (Cus no serious man go look ur side of the dy among them).
Are you the type that have multiple piercings like a lunatic? (Huge turn off).

Infact them many.

Jsyk, MEN have standards but boys don’t (just get toto and breast boys go marry u)

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What state are you and what tribe

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Hello, dear esteemed friends, it is new year, new story.

Welcome to another season of sizzling romance. This story is very interesting, and you will find it so.

Comments are highly welcome. Happy reading.



Trapped by Passion




FRANKIE



© 2022

This story is all fiction. Scenes and names mentioned do not refer to real people or real events.


Suzanne was everything a wayward girl could be as soon as she stepped into the university. Her erotic escapades were something she found delightful. She soon realized that she was trapped in the game of lusts and could not extricate herself from the filthy gains she made from it.




The very first time Suzanne wrote her final examinations in secondary school, she made all her papers. In her WAEC results, she came out in flying colours, so to say. She went for the post-UTME, did quite well and was finally given a course in the humanities at the university in Akoka. Of course, she was delighted that she was moving up the ladder.

Together with Simbi, a female friend and colleague, she rented a room off-campus not far from the university. It was a room in a building designated for students’ accommodation and it was her choice as it would give her a lot of freedom. Simbi had suggested it and Suzanne did not need persuasion before she accepted.

She was not surprised to find that Simbi was a bisexual as she was. They became intimate friends. There was no string attached and each was free to bring in or go out with boyfriends.

Suzanne was eighteen and she was having the fun of her life, or so she thought. One Friday evening, she was alone in the room when Simbi’s call came through.

“Hello, Suzanne. What do you say to a lovely weekend at a lovely resort centre with some lovely guys?” she asked.

“Oh, that will be very fine,” Suzanne answered.

“Good. Get prepared. In the next thirty minutes or so, we’ll come and pick you. See you.”

Before Suzanne could say anything further, Simbi cut the line. Phew, it was going to be a groovy weekend. She changed to a sexy outing clothing and awaited Simbi. It was almost an hour before she came.

“The driver is waiting outside in the car,” she said. “Have you packed? We may not be back until Sunday evening.”

Suzanne nodded. Of course, she had taken a couple of clothes she would need in a valise.

“The guy is into clubbing in Abuja,” Simbi explained. “He and his friend are in Lagos for business and they need company for the weekend. They will pay once we are with them at the resort where they are lodged.”




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