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Rubbing the scratchy bath puff on my private part gave a similar but stronger version of the feeling I got from my breasts.I never used the bathing puff between my legs. Squeezing a blob of the bath gel onto my fingers I applied the cold slippery soap to my warm plump vulva. That indescribable warm feeling flowed up from my core until it reached my head, making it spin. My fingers worked around cleansing and exploring. It felt different every day, looking lush; and somehow there was just more of it.

I couldn't decide if the feel of my fingers on my womanhood, or the feel of my womanhood on my fingers was more intoxicating.I convinced myself that I was really having a good time with the bathing experience, so I applied more soap. It was only a couple of weeks since I had peeked at my pussy but I was sure that the inner part was sticking out a bit more now.

It must be the effect of my affairs with Preye. He was a lanky guy who just resumed in the Lagos office of DeltaLand Petroleum and Gas Limited. His family – wife and a kid - was still in Port Harcourt, and he was yet to fully settle down and bring them to Lagos. He had taken an immediate liking for me and had started an affair.

As a married man, I knew I had very little prospects of getting married to him, but I would not mind a fling. I was twenty-six, single, beautiful and desirous of good things of life. My pay with the oil and gas company was good and I was waiting for the very ‘right’ man to come.As I rubbed my hand on my body, especially the mid-section, my feeling started getting very strong. I scooped water falling from the shower head and thoroughly rinsed my pubic region with big splashes.

After some minutes, I was satisfied with the bath. I stopped the shower, stepped out of the bath tub and wrapped myself in the bath towel to rub myself dry. I wore only the bra back. I would have to wear another pantie and, instead of the trousers, wear a bum short. I stepped inside the bedroom, briefly creamed my body and wore the clothes I desired to wear. It was Saturday afternoon. I was thinking of what I would have for breakfast when the door bell sounded. Curious as to who that could be, I went to the door.

“Yes, who is it?” I said aloud.

“It’s Richard, your neighbor,” a deep voice answered.

I breathed in deeply and unlocked the door. A man of about thirty-five, tall, handsome and chocolate brown in color was there at the door with a grin.

“Hello. Did I disturb anything?” he asked, still grinning.

“Hi. Not really.”

“I’m Richard,” he went on. “I’m the occupant of the opposite flat. You’re the new tenant and I came to say welcome.”

He extended his hand for a handshake.I tried a smile.

“Thanks so much. I am Sade, but you can call me Kween.”

He nodded. “What a beautiful name; a beautiful name from a beautiful lady.”

“Thank you.”

The way his eyes stared all over my body left me in no doubt that he wanted something beyond mere friendship.

He nodded again. “Alright. We’ll be seeing again, Kween.”

“Okay, Richard.”

He left. You just came in and you already have a man showing interest in you, I told myself. I was not surprised. With my looks, I was never short of such attraction. I decided that I would have to look for an eatery around and get a good meal.

By evening, I could resume cooking. I returned to the bedroom to change to a jeans skirt. It was a casual outing, so I would not need much making up or dressing up. I locked the flat up and went out to the street. Ilupeju was quite a new place to me, so I would need time to find my way around.

Just about twenty meters away was Coker Road. I walked down the road. I was about to ask an approaching lady where there was good eatery when a coming car hooted its horn and parked by the road.

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Kween and Richard are destined to be together. In the new house she just moves to, Kween becomes enamored to Richard. He is a cool guy who seems to get everything working for him. In that very house are sexual scandals that stand between them.


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KWEENI took the last of my luggage up to my bedroom. This weekend, I had decided to relocate from my former abode to Ilupeju, Lagos. Earlier, I had got the furniture moved inside the living-room with the help of the truck driver and the guy that assisted him.

I was feeling kind of grimy after all the hassles of loading and off-loading. It wasn’t easy to be moving to a new home.After the driver and his assistant had gone, I surveyed the two-bedroom flat once again; from the living-room to the two bed-rooms, the bathrooms/toilets and the kitchen.

The sitting-room was fairly large; so were the two bedrooms. The kitchen looked small, but it was okay for me. I never really fancied big kitchens. I believed I was going to like the place.There was a door from the bedroom that I could use to get into the adjoining bathroom and toilet.

Altogether, there were two bath-rooms and two toilets in the apartment. That was not bad. They were just what I wanted. The work of moving my load had taken some sweats from my body. I decided to take a shower and freshen up.I moved straight to the bathroom en-suite my bedroom.

There, I pulled my light blue t-shirt over my head. Briefly I stared at the 32C white bra, and from the not so clean straps, I could see that it needed to be changed. I unhooked the bra and hung it on the bathroom rack, beside the t-shirt.

My eyes went down to my boobs. They were still very firm. I was always proud of my tits. To me, they were gorgeous assets that must be protected. Next, I removed the black jeans trousers and my pantie. I picked the trousers and hanged it on the rack next to the bra and the t-shirt. I was not going to wear that pant again, so it could remain on the floor.

I stepped inside the bath-tube, opened the tap and water gushed from the showers. I hoped the water would always be available like this.The cold water hit my body in a relieving way.

Generously, I applied the lather soap over my head, my face, chest and the rest of my body. I allowed the water to run over my body for several minutes, then, I stopped the tap momentarily and took the floral flower gel. I made copious lather as I worked it around my face and neck.

As the stiff crinkled yellow liquid traveled over my breasts and brushed my nipples, that queasy sort of nervous feeling started in my tummy. I rubbed the liquid substance down over my tummy and thighs, skipping the soggy wisps of hair that had started growing at the pubic region again.

The white foamy lather coated my slender coltish legs only briefly before the cascading water washed all the dirt down the drain. Rubbing the scratchy bath puff on my private part gave a similar but stronger version of the feeling I got from my breasts.I never used the bathing puff between my legs.


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Your comments and patronage are highly welcome. Thanks.




Kween and Richard are destined to be together. In the new house she just moves to, Kween becomes enamored to Richard. He is a cool guy who seems to get everything working for him. In that very house are sexual scandals that stand between them.


(This story contains sexual contents.)



KWEENI took the last of my luggage up to my bedroom. This weekend, I had decided to relocate from my former abode to Ilupeju, Lagos. Earlier, I had got the furniture moved inside the living-room with the help of the truck driver and the guy that assisted him.

I was feeling kind of grimy after all the hassles of loading and off-loading. It wasn’t easy to be moving to a new home.After the driver and his assistant had gone, I surveyed the two-bedroom flat once again; from the living-room to the two bed-rooms, the bathrooms/toilets and the kitchen.

The sitting-room was fairly large; so were the two bedrooms. The kitchen looked small, but it was okay for me. I never really fancied big kitchens. I believed I was going to like the place.There was a door from the bedroom that I could use to get into the adjoining bathroom and toilet.

Altogether, there were two bath-rooms and two toilets in the apartment. That was not bad. They were just what I wanted. The work of moving my load had taken some sweats from my body. I decided to take a shower and freshen up.I moved straight to the bathroom en-suite my bedroom.

There, I pulled my light blue t-shirt over my head. Briefly I stared at the 32C white bra, and from the not so clean straps, I could see that it needed to be changed. I unhooked the bra and hung it on the bathroom rack, beside the t-shirt.

My eyes went down to my boobs. They were still very firm. I was always proud of my tits. To me, they were gorgeous assets that must be protected. Next, I removed the black jeans trousers and my pantie. I picked the trousers and hanged it on the rack next to the bra and the t-shirt. I was not going to wear that pant again, so it could remain on the floor.

I stepped inside the bath-tube, opened the tap and water gushed from the showers. I hoped the water would always be available like this.The cold water hit my body in a relieving way.

Generously, I applied the lather soap over my head, my face, chest and the rest of my body. I allowed the water to run over my body for several minutes, then, I stopped the tap momentarily and took the floral flower gel. I made copious lather as I worked it around my face and neck.

As the stiff crinkled yellow liquid traveled over my breasts and brushed my nipples, that queasy sort of nervous feeling started in my tummy. I rubbed the liquid substance down over my tummy and thighs, skipping the soggy wisps of hair that had started growing at the pubic region again.

The white foamy lather coated my slender coltish legs only briefly before the cascading water washed all the dirt down the drain. Rubbing the scratchy bath puff on my private part gave a similar but stronger version of the feeling I got from my breasts.I never used the bathing puff between my legs.


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She had seen These ones things I did that gave me out. Was it because she was not 'straight' herself? 

I sighed again.  

Barbara would not stop staring at me.

'Let me ask you some questions,' she said. 'Did you have a girlfriend before? I'm not talking about female friends. I'm talking about female lovers.'

I shook my head. 'No.'

She breathed in deeply. 'I can understand you. You want to continue the way you've been doing?'

It was my turn to sigh. 'I don't know.'

She nodded in affirmation. 'What some of us do is to pretend that all is normal, like you've been doing. Some went ahead to have husband and children. Some however keep secret love and try to enjoy themselves in their own ways. Our society does not help matters. Here, same-sex marriage is criminalized while people look at us like we're outcasts.'

I nodded in affirmation but said nothing. 

'You can carry on like a 'straight' female, Queen. But you don't have to keep denying yourself of some enjoyment. You can get yourself a secret lover, like I've been doing.'
'You have a girlfriend?' I asked.

'I used to have, but some months ago, she traveled to South Korea.'

I nodded in affirmation, not knowing what to say.

She grinned at me again. 'Let me take you as my secret love, Queen. It doesn't stop you from doing the normal things, like being a beautiful lady, getting married and having children.'

I hesitated. This was the first time I would be coming face to face with a lady who showed understanding to the feelings I had been suppressing for years.

'Give it a trial,' she said. 'If you don't want it later, you can always stop it.'

I nodded in affirmation as I thought she had a point there.

She grinned, once more, at me. 'You are just like a sweet, innocent girl. Don't worry, I promise to treat you very right. I promise to show you the best of love and affection.'

 She threw her arms wide open. 'Oh, Queen baby, come over here.'

I still hesitated.

She stood up from the bed and came to where I stood like a statue.

‘Oh, how sweet, beautiful and innocent you are,’ she said.

 Her right hand came to my cheek. Slowly, she ran it down to my neck and my chest. I did not resist, but I could not encourage her too.

Rather, I closed my eyes. That gesture certainly encouraged her. I felt her lips on mine. They were warm, moistened and tender. The experience was electrifying. 

Her kiss went on, while her right hand continued to be busy on my boobs. I wasn’t a virgin, but it seemed I was just about to have my first coital experience. I would not just stand there and be impassive. Gingerly, almost tentatively, my right hand went to her left boob. I touched and caressed it.

I felt good. By the time her hand went to my private part, I felt I was drifting in the cloud of ecstasy.

Carry on.

Nice start.

Compliments of the season, dear friends.

I was too surprised to say a thing. I still kept away, staring at her. She stared back at me. 'But something tells me you are just like me too,' she burst out.

I looked scandalized.

'That I'm what?'

'That you are not straight; that you are a lesbian.'

'Oh, come on. Don't say what you don't know!'

'Don't deny it, Queen. I've known and worked with you for days. I've seen how you look at men impassively; and I've seen how you look at beautiful ladies with interest. I’ve seen the fascination look in your eyes when you look at me.'

My mouth felt dry. 'You are just making this up,' I said.

She chuckled. 'I'm not, and you know it.'

I was breathing hard, but did not say anything.

She looked at me and grinned. 'I saw you staring at my unclothedness when I wanted to change clothes,' she went on. ‘Specifically, you were staring at my boobs.’

I gently opened my mouth in surprise.

'Oh, stop it. That doesn't mean a thing.'

‘But it does. You were not just looking at my boobs, you were ogling at them’.

She grinned kindly. 'I know it's not an easy thing to accept, but you can't keep on denying it. Okay, I'll cite myself as example. This is my sexual orientation and I can't deny it. This is what is natural to me and I've got to live with it. How long will you keep living in self-denial?'

I did not say a word. I could not think of a word to say. She sighed.

'Well, if you are really 'straight' as you claim to be, and my sight is so repulsive to you, tell me to leave this place.

I can still go back to the hotel and sleep in my office. So, if I'm wrong in saying you are what I said you are, Queen, tell me to get out of your sight.'

I looked at her briefly and shook my head. How I wished I could tell her she was preposterous, that her claims were absurd. Unfortunately, I could not. Some floods of memory came.

'At eighteen and a fresher in the university, I was a very beautiful one that boys would not stop pestering for a relationship. I found some of them amusing, but was never sexually attracted to them. I found it amazing that the sexual arousal came when I saw other beautiful female. No, I could not be a lesbian, I told myself. How could I be? I denied this essence in my life and tried to talk and act as a normal female.

'No single soul knew that my sexual orientation was different from what it seemed to be; not my mother, not my sister. It was my guarded secret. Certain things I did might however have given people some hints. For example, I hardly had boyfriends and the relationships hardly lasted.

'Even then, the guys complained that I behaved in a 'frigid' way. I did not mind them and I did not give a hoot if they left or stayed. But Barbara seemed to have read me perfectly. She had seen These ones things I did that gave me out. Was it because she was not 'straight' herself? I sighed again.

I moaned and squirmed happily.

"I'm so sweaty from the ride ... do you feel like a shower ... together, I mean?" This time it was him suggesting it, I thought with a feeling of satisfaction.

"Yes, OK."

"I can look for the other camera..." he said.

Yes, OK."

We went upstairs and I stripped my shirt off as I walked up the stairs. He unsnapped my bra and it popped loose. At the top of the stairs I turned around and grinned as I let my brassiere slide down my arms ... I pulled his head toward me and made him nuzzle between my breasts. He turned a little and took one nipple between his lips and then put his hands under my skirt and fondled my ass.

"Mmmmm..." He moaned.

"MMmmmeeee too," I sighed.

He squeezed my bottom through the thin cotton panties. All the time, he sucked on my nipple and I tingled all over. Finally, he slipped his hand between my legs I stripped off his shirt, then pulled his lips back to my nipple. He pushed his shorts down and his cock snapped to attention against my thighs. We stood balanced on the top of the stairs and finally basked in the thrill of unclothedness and having the house all to ourselves ... together. We fondled and groped for more pleasure.

"Your panties are wet ... you know?"

"Yes." I groaned.

We walked down the hall locked in each other's arms and he snapped the light on in the bathroom. As he turned on the shower and stood waiting for it to warm, I took off my sodden panties and looked into the mirror. Two bodies, one with erect, jutting nipples, the other with a stiff jutting prick. It looked like a Grecian sculpture scene.

"Aphrodite Awaiting Penetration," I giggled, as I realized that my brother was staring into the mirror too.

The steam drifted out to cover the mirror and obscure the scene. He took my hand and led me into the shower. The water was hot, the way he liked it. I got used to it. He began scrubbing over my breasts with a soapy cloth and I tried to relax and enjoy his handling. There was an electric cord between my nipples and my pussy! I just shivered with pleasure as he knelt in front of me and washed my entire body as I watched his serious face.

I parted my legs and he very tenderly slipped the soapy cloth between my legs and washed my pussy.

I gasped. He stopped moving and just left his hand there, staring up at me. I smiled at last and he washed me a little more.

It was his turn and I soaped his chest and his back. I knelt and slipped the cloth between his legs. He gasped a little, just as I had. We laughed and the sound echoed in the tiled bathroom. I tapped his leg and he turned. His cock was long and firm at eye level. I looked up at him and put the cloth under his balls and began to soap his genitals. Then his cock filled my hand inside the cloth. I felt him tense up and I pressed its length against my cheek. I grasped his balls and nuzzled the firm staff.

"Ohhhhh," he moaned.

By mutual consent, we stopped playing. He held me in his arms and we let the spray chase the soap bubbles all down my breasts and dribble off our prominent features.

As he toweled my body, and just as he came to my nipples and examined them with curiosity, I said: "Akin ... on the tape I saw ... they were having sex ... they were fucking ... annnnnd sucking..."

I wanted him to know so he could decide if he wanted to watch the remaining tapes or not.

He nodded. "Yeah, I imagine."

He still hadn't agreed with my plan.

"Can I show you something?" I said, leading him to his room and then to the computer.

I waited for it to boot and then opened it to a web page I had booked.

The page opened and he frowned at the type and then at the thumbnails of some photos at the side of the page. when I clicked on it we were looking at several photos of female Instruments with varying degrees of hymen. They ran from one in which the hymen covered he opening completely and made penetration impossible.