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Her voluptuous breasts were against my chest and I could feel her heart beat the way she would be feeling mine.

I could go on and on. I had the virility to do so, but I felt even a round of boxing had timing. It was already time out. I increased the tempo of my thrusting and closed my eyes. Somehow, the image of Kween came to my mind.

No, I didn’t imagine that she burst into the room and caught me sleeping with the madam. Rather, I imagined that she was the one I was seriously ‘banging.’

“Oh, my Queen,” I muttered.

There was no way Madam Helen would know that she was not the one I was referring to, so she moaned in delight. Now, I was coming. My muscles tensed up and wave of heat moved all through my veins.

Well, I would not be carried away by the situation. Just before the hot shots of semen came out, I quickly removed my manhood from the hole where it was encased.

I released her thigh but still gripped her back as the semen spilled on her thighs. Few seconds later, I rolled over to her side and released her body from my grip. It was an end to an exhilarating race.

I lay on my back as I got my breath back. She held my right hand, the way a lover would hold a partner that had done a very good job.

“Are you okay?” I asked her.

“Yeah. What about you?”

Oh, sure I was okay. I grinned, nodded and squeezed her hand.

She sighed. “I have a confession to make.”

I was instantly curious. What confession could she have? “What’s that?”

“Among all the men I’ve ever had affairs with, you’re the one that has given me the ultimate pleasure.”

Really? I smiled at her. Now, that was complimentary, wasn’t it?

“I appreciate you too, madam.”

“I mean it, Richard. You handle me the way a loving man should handle a lovely woman.”

So, Madam Helen could be artistic with words like this? I smiled again. “It’s a pleasure for me to do all I’ve done.”

From the bedside table, she brought a roll of toiletries, used some to clean the mess I made on her thighs and threw the roll at me.

I used some to clean up the semen that was still coming out.

“Now, let me see what the house girl has cooked.”

She got up from the bed, wore her lingerie, went to the wardrobe to wear a bathrobe on top and left the bedroom. I wore my boxer. I knew there would be at least a second part before I left, but the interim lull was welcome.

While waiting for her return, I lay on the bed in relaxing mood. It took almost fifteen minutes before she returned.

“Zaynab will soon bring the food,” she said. She switched on the television in the room and sat on the two-seater sofa. I got up from the bed and came to sit by her side.

She put the station on CNN. I watched the screen absent-mindedly. Another ten minutes and there were knocks on the door.

“Come in,” madam called out.

The door opened and Zaynab came in with a large tray of food. She set the tray on a stool before the sofa.

“Thank you,” madam told her.

“Yes, ma.”

Zaynab left the room and madam opened the first plate which contained wheat meal. There was ‘egusi’ soup and cow meat to go with it. It looked like food for four people. I took as much as I could and really enjoyed the meal.

After the meal, we took carbonated drinks.

“This is better for you than the wine,” madam offered.

Whatever she meant by that, I dissented not. I soon picked up my phone to check the time. It was already few minutes to seven p.m.

“You’re not thinking of going now, are you?”



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Nice.

For a fleeting moment, my mind compared her boobs with Kween’s own. Yes, the latter’s were firmer and more enticing, but madam’s own were very enticing too. They looked big and supple.

The nipples filled my mouth and – misplaced or not - there was a feeling of fulfilment as I sucked at those voluptuous boobs.

She spread her legs and pointed at her vagina.

“You will have to kiss this.”

I knew she meant I would do more than kissing her cunt. But it was all well. I was there to satisfy her sexual fantasies. I left the boobs for the moment to concentrate on her pussy.

It was already wet and teasing that part was like kissing wet lips. In response, she moaned and purred. While the mouth worked on that part, my right hand moved up to her boobs and teased them.

My fingers would not be left out of the action of teasing her clitoris, so I withdrew from the boobs to work on the vagina vulva and the related parts.

I knew how to do the stroking such that her mind would be blown away. I did just that.

She closed her eyes all the while. Several seconds later, her thighs tightened against my hand. Her body tensed and stiffened.

She let out a short outburst of ecstasy and I knew she had achieved the first orgasm. Good for her, but not for me. I briefly left the vagina and put my mouth on the right nipple.

I teased it for several seconds. Now, I would have to satisfy my prick which had been left out of action.

I spread her legs wide apart once more. I felt there would be no need for any lubricant as the destination of the prick was already dripping.

Gingerly, I mounted her and pushed the expectant cork inside her. Using the left elbow as a support on the bed, I gripped her right thigh and held it up a bit for me to have the deepest penetration.

That was what a woman like her needed. She gave a soft moan as I did so.

I started my gentle thrusting in earnest. She needed not to tell me that she was enjoying the action. The way she gripped me in return all spoke volume.

I was almost choked by her grip, so I released my grip on her thigh. As if on cue, she slackened her grip too. I resumed my thrusting and when on and on.

“You can tell me when you’ve had enough,” I muttered.

My breaths were short and I already felt I was climbing Mountain Everest. She did answer with any spoken words. Her response was that she tightened her grip again.

Her voluptuous breasts were against my chest and I could feel her heart beat the way she would be feeling mine.

I could go on and on. I had the virility to do so, but I felt even a round of boxing had timing. It was already time out. I increased the tempo of my thrusting and closed my eyes.

Somehow, the image of Kween came to my mind. No, I didn’t imagine that she burst into the room and caught me sleeping with the madam. Rather, I imagined that she was the one I was seriously ‘banging.’


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By her bedside was a stool. On it was a tray that had a bottle of wine and two glass cups. One of the cups was already half-filled. It was indeed a romantic setting.

“Come and join me,” she said with a smile. Of course, I would join her. That was why I was there in the first place.

I removed my clothes, leaving only the boxer. I then sat on the bed and poured wine inside the second cup.

“So, how was today?” she asked, raising her head to rest on a pillow against the wooden wall of the bed.

“The day went fine and smooth. How was yours?”

“Fine.”

She moved her body closer. With the glass cup in my right hand, I took some sips of the wine while my left hand tentatively cuddled madam’s midsection.

She purred and closed her eyes. I would have to fulfil my purpose of coming sooner than I thought.

“How do I look?” she asked. It was a teasing question but I was prepared to give a definitive answer.

“You look like the most attractive woman on earth,” I answered.

“Don’t flatter me,” she cooed.

“Why should I? I’ve just stated an obvious fact. This woman I’m touching right now is the most attractive and most beautiful woman on earth. I’m the luckiest guy to hold her the way.”

She was pleased with my effusions.

“Are you sure about what you just said?”

My hand moved up to her bust. I touched her right boob and squeezed gently. “If the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, then I’m very, very sure.”

Her eyes were still closed as she seemed to be determining the veracity of what I had said.

“You will have to prove it.”

I smiled broadly. What would be difficult in that? Would I not be glad to do just that? My hand caressed the boob more and the fingers teased the big nipple.

“I’ll be very delighted to prove my point,” I replied.

“I’m ready to start right now.”

She remained silent. I saw that as a consent to go ahead. My fingers moved to the other boob. Even inside the bra she was wearing, they looked so fascinating.

I would have to UnCloth her. The lingerie had to make way for the real flesh.

“So, I’ll start right now to prove what I said.” I removed the sexy top she wore and unhooked her bra.

The breasts looked like well-rounded brownish water melons that were waiting to be licked and sucked. I went on to remove the other wears including the white pantie.

I would have to start working on her gorgeous boobs. My hands fondled them briefly before my mouth went on the nipples. I could feel them responding warmly to my stimulating teasing and sucking.

For a fleeting moment, my mind compared her boobs with Kween’s own. Yes, the latter’s were firmer and more enticing, but madam’s own were very enticing too.

They looked big and supple. The nipples filled my mouth and – misplaced or not - there was a feeling of fulfilment as I sucked at those voluptuous boobs.


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Culled from Ann's Bleeding Pen


With the recent outbreak ofcoronavirus, a lot of us now spend more time in our homes even on workdays trying to stay sane. Almost all companies are shut down mandating their employees to work from home to curtail the spread of the virus. So, you wake up every morning and instead of reporting to your office, you find yourself on your couch dressed in your pajamas and busy with your laptop trying to reply to an email from your boss – with or without corona, work still has to go on.

The output has to be the same but the environment is not. And it is not always a smooth transition.

The truth is that working from home is not as rosy as it sounds. For those of you doing a 9-5 job, there was a time you envied freelancers like us that just sit at home, do our work and earn. Well, now that coronavirus decided to deal with humans and you have no option but to work from home, do you realize that in as much as working from home seems great, it can also be a productivity nightmare?

 I tell my friends this a lot,

“Working from home is not as cool as it sounds. It takes a lot of discipline to sit your ass down and get some work done. Without discipline, you will end up not achieving anything for the day aside from goofing around on social media, eating, and sleeping”.

Though working from home has its perks. At least, you get to wear whatever you feel like or even stay naked if you want, you can decide to work anywhere and anytime you feel like – do things at your discretion. No boss is breathing down your neck, after all.

But despite all these, the question would be, how will you be able to manage your time and be productive while at home?Whether this is your first time working from home or you need a quick reminder, this post is for you. So, until the spread of coronavirus is curtailed, below are some of the tips to help you be more efficient while working from home;

Avoid working in bed

Well, I will be honest with you – I do not always follow this rule. There are some days I wake up and the first thing I do is grab my laptop from the table and start writing. Most times, I do not stand up until maybe late in the evening. But I can tell you one thing – I am hardly productive any day I work in bed. Most times, I end up sleeping or scrolling through my social media feeds throughout the day.

If you want to be productive, get up every morning, freshen up, and get dressed just like any other day.

Have a workspace

You are hardly productive if you are working in bed – it induces laziness. So, try and have a workspace. Even if it’s just your dining room as long as there are a table and a chair, you are good to go. Or you can decide to go out of your way and create a personalized work area. This includes adding elements that promote an inspiring or calm setting.

Set your schedule

Writing down my to-do list for the day has a way of helping me achieve my goals. Don’t just start the day clueless – have a plan, a to-do list, set your schedule, establish your start time, launch breaks and what time you will round up for the day. This will help you keep track of your workload and you will get to achieve more.

Keep your phone far from you

Working from home comes with this temptation to always check your phone for messages and recent news trending. Remember, your boss is not with you. So, there are no chances of you being caught busy with your phone when you are supposed to be working. Learn not to stay close to your phone and turn off all notifications.

What I normally do is this – since I work from my dining room, I usually switch off my data connection and drop my phone in the bedroom. I know my phone is my greatest distraction, so, I try to stay away from it as much as I can whenever I am working. You should try this too.

These are the important tips you should try and learn. Coronavirus has destabilized the world and we do not know how long this lockdown will last. And you cannot afford to be useless every day simply because you think working from home is all PJs and NETFLIX

I didn’t hear anything from Madam Helen until two days later. It was noon and I was busy in my office with some financial records when her call came in.

“Ah madam, good day. How’s everything?”

“So, if I didn’t call you, you won’t ever call me?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I’ve been so busy in the office lately.”

“So busy you cannot even spare a minute to give me a call?’

“Once again, my apologies for not calling you, especially, regarding that young man. How’s he now?”

“He’s fine. He has been discharged and he’s doing fine.”

“We thank God he’s okay.”

“Yes. So, can you make it to my place this evening, or are you too busy?”

My heart beat fast. Could be too busy not to oblige her a visit?

“I will be there,” I said, a little bit hastily.

“Alright, see you, dear.”

She cut the line. I would definitely see Madam Helen. I continued with my work until I decided to close, which was past the official closing time.

From work, I drove straight to the madam’s house. As usual, Zaynab welcome me to the house.

“Madam said you should come up,” she informed as soon as I stepped inside the sitting-room.
I grunted, nodded and went to the staircase.

As I rapped gently on the door to madam’s bedroom, I grimly remembered the last encounter I had in the house. I hoped nobody would swoon or faint to circumvent the accomplishment of my lustful mission to the house.

“Come in,” she said from inside.

I turned the door knob and stepped inside her room. She was in all-white lingerie as she curled up on the bed, obviously awaiting my arrival.

I must confess that Madam Helen looked beautiful and bewitching as I briefly stared at her body. She had the shape and the look to set a man’s mind on fire.

“Hello, madam.”

“Hi, sweetie.”

That meant she was very much in a romantic mood. What she called me made my heart to beat faster.

By her bedside was a stool. On it was a tray that had a bottle of wine and two glass cups. One of the cups was already half-filled. It was indeed a romantic setting.

“Come and join me,” she said with a smile. Of course, I would join her.

That was why I was there in the first place. I removed my clothes, leaving only the boxer. I then sat on the bed and poured wine inside the second cup.

“So, how was today?” she asked, raising her head to rest on a pillow against the wooden wall of the bed.

“The day went fine and smooth. How was yours?”

“Fine.”

She moved her body closer. With the glass cup in my right hand, I took some sips of the wine while my left hand tentatively cuddled madam’s midsection.


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She suddenly remembered what she was cooking in the kitchen. “Hey, let me check the food on the fire.”

Once again, she dashed off to the kitchen. My horniness fully returned. If I could not have the madam, I could have my dear Queen. She stayed longer in the kitchen this time around. I decided to meet her there.

“The food is ready,” she announced. “I’m about to dish it out.”

The aroma of the fried rice was no doubt tantalizing. I grinned at her again.

“That food can wait. You are the one I need right now.” I closed the pot, took the long, dishing spoon from her hand and stared into her eyes.

“Oh, Richard.” She understood perfectly what I meant. I lifted her in my arms and took her to the bedroom. I dropped her gently on the bed and undressed her.

“Oh, oh. No pre-intimacy?”

“Oh, you just watch.”

From her top, to the white bra, the black skirt and the beige pantie, I undressed her slowly. Then I undressed myself. I could see her eyes going to my hard-rock prick.

There were some sweats on her forehead and body, but I did not mind. Even her boobs tasted salty, but that was part of the fun I craved. I sucked at her nipples while she made some pleasing sounds.

The nipples were taunted and hard. My right hand slipped between her thighs to the vagina, of course, she was very wet. Her responses showed that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

She parted her legs wider. I needed not to waste time any more.

It was going to be the bishop style and that was okay. She raised her right leg up a bit while I inserted my organ inside her waiting pussy. She moaned softly.

I started the gentle thrusts. She closed her eyes and used her right hand to rub my hand. It meant she completely approved and indeed liked what I was doing. The thrusting continued.

Intermittently, I would stop to kiss and briefly suck at her nipples. Her moaning goaded me on. With the pent-up feelings I already had with Madam Helen, it did not take me long to come.

As soon as I felt the rush of the seminal liquid, I quickly withdrew and squirted it on her thighs. My breaths were fast and short. I sighed in contentment.

* * *

I didn’t hear anything from Madam Helen until two days later. It was noon and I was busy in my office with some financial records when her call came in.

“Ah madam, good day. How’s everything?”

“So, if I didn’t call you, you won’t ever call me?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I’ve been so busy in the office lately.”

“So busy you cannot even spare a minute to give me a call?’

“Once again, my apologies for not calling you, especially, regarding that young man. How’s he now?"

“He’s fine. He has been discharged and he’s doing fine.”

“We thank God he’s okay.”

“Yes. So, can you make it to my place this evening, or are you too busy?”

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