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[color=deepskyblue]it grabs the attention in that its a little big funny/odd in my opinion[/color]

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A Short Romantic Story

Story Line: Mesoma and Morire have been friends all their lives then they ‘accidentally’ had sex and her life is changed forever by his mastery of her body.

If anyone had told me that I would become this crazy and obsessed just by getting laid, I would have done it sooner.
I mean, it’s been 2 weeks after it happened, but I still have it on my mind like it happened 2 hours ago.
People often say they still buzz long after a particular occurrence, I really didn’t understand what it meant until Morire and I did it on the couch 13 days ago.

I know very well that I am not supposed to be like this, it was not supposed to be like this… didn’t we already have that discussion about how it was just mistake and how we need to keep it at that so that we’ll continue being friends as we’ve been since primary 4?
We both agreed it was better left at that one time, we would be better without going down that lane again.
No emotions, no recurrence. We’ll just move on.

But how am I supposed to do that when most of my spare time, every unguarded moment, has been spent recounting and rehashing, reliving every single move he made, and how I, as if possessed, responded with equal fervor, lingering motion, heavily dependent on how intense his touch and thrusts were?
It’s been two weeks and I still remember every tiny detail, the way his lean muscles bunched, and how I raised a hand to wipe the little beads of sweat that crept out of his pores and stayed on his forehead while he touched me with those slightly-callused fingers.

I remember everything, every little detail – the way he tried and failed to keep himself from letting out the occasional moan, the way he seemed to know where to touch at the very exact time, and for how long. The way… Dammit! Enough of this torture. I’m going to call him now and ask to come see him.
We have to do this again.

Promises be damned. I don’t mind losing this friendship. We‘ve been at it long enough, anyway. 16 years is no joke. If I would lose this friendship, so be it.
I just need to let him know how much I need this. :-XStory Line:[/b] Mesoma and Morire have been friends all their lives then they ‘accidentally’ had sex and her life is changed forever by his mastery of her body.

If anyone had told me that I would become this crazy and obsessed just by getting laid, I would have done it sooner.
I mean, it’s been 2 weeks after it happened, but I still have it on my mind like it happened 2 hours ago.
People often say they still buzz long after a particular occurrence, I really didn’t understand what it meant until Morire and I did it on the couch 13 days ago.

I know very well that I am not supposed to be like this, it was not supposed to be like this… didn’t we already have that discussion about how it was just mistake and how we need to keep it at that so that we’ll continue being friends as we’ve been since primary 4?
We both agreed it was better left at that one time, we would be better without going down that lane again.
No emotions, no recurrence. We’ll just move on.

But how am I supposed to do that when most of my spare time, every unguarded moment, has been spent recounting and rehashing, reliving every single move he made, and how I, as if possessed, responded with equal fervor, lingering motion, heavily dependent on how intense his touch and thrusts were?
It’s been two weeks and I still remember every tiny detail, the way his lean muscles bunched, and how I raised a hand to wipe the little beads of sweat that crept out of his pores and stayed on his forehead while he touched me with those slightly-callused fingers.

I remember everything, every little detail – the way he tried and failed to keep himself from letting out the occasional moan, the way he seemed to know where to touch at the very exact time, and for how long. The way… Dammit! Enough of this torture. I’m going to call him now and ask to come see him.
We have to do this again.

Promises be damned. I don’t mind losing this friendship. We‘ve been at it long enough, anyway. 16 years is no joke. If I would lose this friendship, so be it.
I just need to let him know how much I need this....Continue Reading @


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A Short Romantic Story

Story line: Nkechi is married, but not happy, she has been spending time with an old boyfriend, and things are getting super exciting.

Adultery. Infidelity. They never considered what they were doing to have anything to do with any of these things. They took pleasure in being together. It wasn’t a matter of their partners not taking care of business, neglecting them in any way, or failing to do what they needed-they just enjoyed each other’s company.

They enjoyed each other’s immense passion, each other’s body, and each other’s desires.

They needed each other. She needed the time away from the responsibility of marriage, needed the time away from children, duties, routine and ethics. He needed time away from his clingy girlfriend, the lady who was pressuring him for a trip to the altar. Her biological clock was ticking, as she loved to remind him. She was thirty going on fifty, in her head. To hell what was right or wrong, to hell with the penalties.

Now they were together again. No more deceits, no more dishonesty. It was their time. Everything came to a halt as they bleeped on the steps of Tayo’s house. His girlfriend was visiting her friend in Abuja.
Nkechi had used the excuse of going to the island on business, one of her countless trips back into his arms. Someone once told her husband that she had another lover, but he didn’t care.
If he did, at least he didn’t bother about it. She was free to do what she wanted to. Not that they had an open marriage, but as long as she kept her affairs out of his face, everything was cool.

Nkechi had made another of her rare trips to see Tayo, and they were making up for lost time. They had spent five blissful days together skinny- dipping in the beach, shopping, and going to clubs. Oh yes, and then there was always fucking, which was what they were doing now.

Nkechi’s dress bunched up around her waist. Her chocolate, firm ass was on the edge of the staircase that led down to the doorway. They were supposed to go to the airport, so that Nkechi could return home. She had talked to her husband the night before on her phone, assuring him that her meetings were going well, and that her flight home should arrive around nine the following night... .Continue Reading @

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A Short Romantic Story

Story Line: After tasting Oga Danny for over a month, Grace is bored but then Mama Kolade travels to the village leaving her with the cassava she's been craving.

“Make sure you wash all the clothes and boil yam for them Emma when they return from school” Her madam kept yapping about what her task for the day was while she stood distracted.

She was looking forward to when everyone left the house, she had been trying to get Papa Kolade under her wrapper for over two weeks and all her morning boob parade seemed futile until she overhead Mama Kolade packing and getting ready to travel to her village, and she set her plans in motion.

The next morning ,she picked out a shirt that was a little too small for her, forcing her boobs to struggle not to spill out and picked a big basin instead of buckets, she filled the basin to the brim and when she got home she asked Papa Kolade to come help her put the basin down , she loved how his eyes flared when he stared at her boobs and his brief discomfort when he is caught staring.

She suggested making him lunch as his wife was travelling, and now as she stood listening to her madam yell out orders all she could think of was her plans for the afternoon.

As soon as her madam left, she got to her morning chores, she cleaned the house and brought out the piled up clothes and hurriedly washed them, she put the yam on fire and took a bath, she dabbed on a little talc powder and rubbed a little Vaseline on her lips, took the yam down from the fire and fried some onions in palm oil....Continue Reading @

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A short romantic story

You know how people often say never judge a book by it cover.
Well, this book is always misjudged, she has an innocent face with the diligent girl act down to an art but behind closed doors, you would swear she is a direct descendant from a sex goddess.

Grace has a body most dream of with rounded full boobs and a sizeable ass though it is mostly though its mostly hidden underneath her shabby but mostly clean clothes. It’s been almost a year since she had to drop out of school at S.S.S 2 in a government school at her home town to come work as a house help for one of her aunt’s friend in a high density area in Abuja.

Her madam is a quiet but conceited woman with three annoying kids and an ever complaining husband, they lived in a joined two room apart in a “face-me-I-face-you” apartment, the house was cramped with her having to sleep in the living room with two of the older kids which was quite comfortable considering she had to share a room with seven of her siblings back home, she does all the chores in the house over her madam’s scrutiny and constant reminder of the obvious.

It was five in the morning as she woke up like she does every day, she unlocked the door to take the dishes out and start washing them, it started to get brighter as she finished, she picked up two buckets and headed out to the public tap close to the house.

She got there to meet Adamilo at the tap as usual, if there was a tap hording contest, the short slightly chubby girl will definitely win.
After waiting about twenty minutes and being joined by another girl the tap finally started running, she waited her turn, filled her buckets and asked the girl fetching after her to help put the bucket without a handle on her head, which she clumsily does pouring water all over her, she carried the second bucket by the handle and headed home with her cloths clingy to her showing the outline of her naked body underneath.

She got home to the compound in full morning activities with their next door neighbour bathing her kids where they do dishes, others were cooking and Kolade’s father sitting in front of their room opposite theirs with his radio, he looked up as she walked in and she could tell he was staring at her boobs that jiggled with every step she took.

“Good morning” she greeted him as she dropped her water.

He barely replied her, he was one of those people that is always quiet and rarely butts into your business unlike the family next to his room who are always up in everybody’s business.

She went in, got the kids and took turn bathing them, got them ready for school as her madam also got ready to go to work and walk her children to school, she warmed the leftovers for breakfast as the Oga started with his complaining. She always looked forward to when they all left the house for so many reason one which was a break from all the yapping...Continue Reading @

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Someone has seen me in Shoprite before, hit my bum and ran away. There was nothing I could do.
There was a movie I did Open and Close. I was a nymphomaniac in that movie, I had sex with everybody around me because it was the story.

The guy said that thing you did in Open and Close, can you just do it to me? He started whining in Shoprite, mimicking everything I did in the movie, the way I was doing. I just turned to leave and the next thing he did was to tap my a$s.

I wanted to pursue him but I wore heels so I couldn’t pursue him. If it were before, I would have chased him all the way.

Source: http://www.wapextra.com.ng/2900-the-day-a-male-fan-slapped-my-bumbum-in-shoprite-anita-joseph.html


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