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She smiled ruefully and shrugged. “I don’t like boyfriend.”

For a young lady to say that, she must either be a die-in-the-wood Christian or she was what I suspected she was. I smiled too.

“We can be friends,” I said and winked at her. “I mean good friends.”

She nodded.

“You’re beautiful. That will be fantastic.”

I was now almost convinced, but not totally. After the meal, she cleared the table. I could hear the water running as she washed the plates and bowls. After a couple of minutes, she came back to the sitting-room. She sat on the two-seater that she was sitting before. I gave her a minute and went to sit beside her there.

“Your hair is beautiful,” I said, tentatively touching her attached hair.

She smiled at me. “Yours is beautiful too, aunty.”

"Call me Kween.”

She nodded. “You’re beautiful, Kween.”

My hand moved from the hair to the base of her neck. Softly, I caressed the part. She didn’t cringe away. Neither did she make a repugnant face. I smiled again. I had got the proof I needed.I caressed the neck more and she purred. I slid my right hand to her short skirt and to her thigh.

Omon rocked a little as I squeezed and kneaded the warm silky flesh of her thighs. She did not just sit down there like a doll. Her hands came straight for my boobs and squeezed them. The moment she did that, I felt excitement all over my body. I could feel a thrilling little pulse that seemed to shoot up and create a delightful tingle in my nipples.

When I looked at her face, I knew that she was enjoying every part of this act as much as I did. I could see what I recognized as blissful expression on her face. Distantly, I could hear the outside gate open. Moments later, her phone started to ring and we had to stop our frolicking.

She removed the phone from her bag.“It’s mum,” she said.I had thought as much.

“Answer the call.”

She nodded. “Hello, mum.”

Even from outside, I could hear her voice.

“Omon, where’re you?”

"I’m at the new tenant’s flat.”

“I’m back.”

“Okay, mum. I’m coming.”

She cut the line and looked at me wistfully.

“Sorry, we will have to continue another time.”

"I understand.”

Briefly, we kissed fully on the lips and she left.I sighed as I watched her go. If there was anything I hated, it was the abrupt end to a passionate moment. I suddenly shrugged. Omon had just come to Lagos and we would still have the opportunity of having intimate moments together.

Where Omon had stopped, Richard would continue, I decided.But I was disappointed that evening. I didn’t know when I slept off in the sitting-room, still waiting for him. By the time I woke up, it was few minutes to two o’clock in the morning. I decided not to go and knock at his door that late hour. He was the one who came to knock on my door few minutes after five p.m.

“Good morning, my beautiful baby,” he greeted.

“Good morning. What ...?”

He didn’t let me complete the sentence.

After appearing to think over it, I said it was not a bad idea although I would prefer to mark it privately.

Now, I could not help but notice how short Tinu’s skirt was. She had pulled it down as far as she could, but it was still mid thigh. We started talking and lost track of time. The conversation turned from my birthday to the problem she said she had with her fiance, Jimi. She confided that she really thought he was having an affair, but had no proof. I told her every relationship had its ups and downs.

“How did you and Sister Deola do it?"She asked. "You two always appeared to be so much in love?”

“ I think it was goodness on one hand. I also think it was about two people who really got it right. We never really worked at it. It came natural."

I could see Tinu's eyes water a little as a result of the reference to her sister.

To get off the subject, I offered her a glass of wine. Both Deola and Tinu were modest drinkers. Personally I never could really taste the difference in the wines, so I always let Deola choose. Tinu went to the kitchen and came back with a pink wine she said she was fond of. I took the bottle went to the shelf to open it and get two glasses. I returned to the living-room and handed Tinu her glass and took my seat.

After taking a sip of the wine, I could not help but notice that Tinu had slightly parted her thighs giving me a few of her silky smooth upper thighs. As we talked, I found it increasingly difficult to carry a conversation, with the view I was getting.

I was not sure but I sensed that several times she caught my eyes wandering. “Can I get another glass of wine?” she asked.

“Sure” I replied, “ Let me get it for you”. I went to the kitchen and returned with a fresh glass for her. As I sat down again, I immediately noticed she had parted her legs even further. I could now see her lacy white panties between her thighs.

Ever since Deola had died, my entire sex life consisted of masturbating alone. It became so monotonous, that I might have been only indulging once a month for the past many months or so. But suddenly with this new visual stimulation, I could feel my penis swelling with absolutely no physical contact. I was trying really hard not be obvious, looking her in the eyes as we spoke. Only when she would look away, would my eyes dart down to her legs.

We talked for a few minutes more, then she said she had to be going. I thanked her for stopping by and as I leaned in to kiss her cheek, she turned her lips to mine and gave me a soft, very moist quick kiss on the lips, followed by a hug.

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“Nothing” I told her as I grinned to myself.

“You’re turning thirty-five and you are not celebrating?” she asked with a surprise tone.

"I don't really feel like doing anything. It's going to be weekend and I would probably spend the weekend in the house," I informed her.

She replied: “We can decide to go out and at least have dinner.”
I chuckled at her suggestion. I really liked Tinu. She was always behaving so nice to me in different ways, but the thought of dinner with her was not the way I thought would be the best to spend my birthday.

"I must thank you, but ..." I was saying.

"You cannot keep shutting yourself to the world," Tinu went on. "I will come and see you tomorrow evening. See you."

With that, she cut the line. I only grinned and shrugged. As fate would have it, my former in-laws' house was at Sango which was not very far from where I lived at Ota. Again, Tinu lived her betrothed not far from their family house. So, it was not difficult for Tinu to come around.

The following day was Thursday. I was watching TV in the night when the doorbell rang, and there stood Tinu when I opened the door. We hugged briefly as she entered. There were certain striking things between Deola and Tinu. They were both beautiful and lively to be with. They also dressed with a touch of class.

Tinu, like my wife Deola, was simply stunning. She was always the lady that always dressed impeccably. We entered the sitting-room and sat down, Tinu sat on the large leather section and I sat in my favorite seat that directly faced the television set. When she was alive, Deola had decorated our home from sitting-room to the kitchen and it was simply impressive.

"Aren't you lonely?" Tinu asked.

I shrugged and grinned. "Let's just say I manage to get by."

We started chatting. Soon, she broached going out to dinner for my birthday. After appearing to think over it, I said it was not a bad idea although I would prefer to mark it privately.

A Strange Love


Kweensheba


(C) 2023

Cover picture: courtesy Pixel


After losing his wife during child birth, Mike never remained the same. It took him time to get over it and to fall in love again. His action was a misfit as the strange love he had was what the conservative society disapproves.

Caution: This story contains graphic sexual details.




Chapter One

I was a workaholic. At twenty-six, I threw myself into work and barely had time for social activities. Some of my friends were starting serious relationship, but I wasn't ready. I taught at a modest private secondary school as English language and Literature teacher. With what I saved, I started a coaching center. Again, I stepped up the ladder by starting a junior secondary school in a rented apartment. It was a very competitive market but I was ready to brave the odds.

I met Deola when I was thirty. She was twenty-six and I felt she had what I desired in a woman as a life partner. We started courtship and two years later got married. With Deola, I discovered what true love. She was not only loving, she was also supportive. Our sexual life was also vibrant and great. In no time, she got pregnant. I was excited and looked forward to becoming a father. Within me, I promised to be a perfect husband and a wonderful father. On the day of delivery, I took her to a good private hospital around where we lived at Ota.

We had bought many things that the baby would need and I earnestly looked forward to being a father. It was with utmost shock when the doctor said she died right in the delivery room. Not only that, the baby too was still born. It was as if the end of the world had come for me. I was in shock and great sadness.

I withdrew to my shell. If not for my school and passion of teaching, I could suffered more. It was my passion for work that kept me going. I rededicated my service to the work and moved on. It was now about two years since Deola had passed away. I had to chart a new life, didn't I? Strangely, I was yet to find any lady good enough to replace her. Worse still, I was not in a hurry to do so.
My beautiful sister-in-law, Tinu, was twenty-four and from what I could see, was engaged. She called me one evening as I realaxed in the sitting room of my two-bedroom apartment. Tinu was the only sibling that Deola had. Deola had explained that the reason for the gap of many years between herself and her sister was the long delay in conception their mother experienced. Despite the age gap, I could see a good bond between them when Deola was alive.

"Hello, Uncle Mike," Tinu began. She has always refrerred to me as 'Uncle Mike's. "So, how are we preparing for your fortieth birthday?"

I grunted. It was true that in some days' time, I would clock thirty-five. I was pleasantly surprised that Tinu would even remember that!

“Nothing” I told her as I grinned to myself.

“So? What are you saying?”

I smiled. “It’s either you stick to your wife or you get another girl.”

“I can’t believe you. I can’t believe you’re dumping me for another guy.”

See who was talking. He was supposed to be married and be faithful to his wife, wasn’t he? But I was expecting him to say this. “The other guy will most likely marry me. You will not!”

That seemed to get him. He still looked like he had heard a very sad news.

“Maybe we can meet in my place,” he offered. “Or hotel, or any other place you choose.”

I shook my head. I didn’t really like double dating and I would not do it for him. Besides, I didn’t want him to spoil my ‘prospects’ with Richard.At the close of work, I followed the staff bus, as usual. The traffic was heavy. I alighted from the bus at Anthony Bus Stop, took the pedestrian bridge to cross the expressway. At the Anthony end of the Town Planning Way, I took a bike to my street.

At the gate of the house, I met a young lady with a small traveling bag waiting.

“Good evening, ma’am,” she greeted.

I paid the bike man off. “Good evening. You’re looking for somebody?”

“I live here with my mum. I study at Uniben and just arrived Lagos, but mum is not yet at home. I knocked the gate, but no one seems around.”

“I’m the new tenant,” I announced and brought my keys out.

From a hole, I put my two hands to unlock the gate from inside.

“You can come and wait in my flat while you wait for her,” I offered.

“Oh, thanks, aunty.”

I opened my apartment. “What’s your name?”

“Omon.”“Have your seat.”

“Thanks, ma’am.”

I went to my bedroom to change from the office wear to casuals. I was soon back in the sitting-room.

“If you want water, there some in the fridge in the kitchen.”

“I’m okay, ma’am.”

I suddenly caught something in her eyes. The way she ogled my body sent instant messages to me. All the same, I decided to play it cool. I switched on the television and sat opposite her.

“You said you’re undergraduate. What course are you studying?”

“Sociology.”

I nodded. “That’s good. Are you on break or something?”

“Yes. For two weeks.”

I nodded again and stood up. It was time I started cooking. In the kitchen, I called Richard.

“Hello, darling.”

“Oh, honey,” he gushed. "I was about to call you. The workload is much and I may come home late.”

“Oh, oh. I hope no too late.”

He laughed shortly across the line. “I hope so too. Don’t worry, anytime you see me, I will definitely make up for the lost time.”

I smiled. “Okay, dear.”

“See you.”

“Okay.”I didn’t need to eat much. I was a lighter eater anyway, so Quaker oat mixed with milk and sugar would be okay. I remembered I had a guest in the house.

“Omon,” I called. “Will you like to take some oat?”

There was a slight pause. “Okay, okay, ma’am.”

I remained in the kitchen to make the meal. Few minutes later, it was ready.“Omon, come and take the food.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She came to the kitchen and I pointed at the tray. She took it and we moved to the dinning- table.

“When is your mum coming back home?” I asked.

“She said soon.”

Across the dining table, I studied her features. She could be more that twenty-two. Her pretty face was attractive, and so was her figure. As I bisexual, I had no problem easily falling in love with a sexy, young lady. Again, I caught the look I had earlier seen in her eyes. We took our meal.

“Your boyfriend must be proud of you,” I suddenly said.She seemed to be surprised by my question.

After a couple of seconds, she replied, “I don’t have a boyfriend.”It was my turn to look surprised.

“A pretty girl like you? Why?”

She smiled ruefully and shrugged. “I don’t like boyfriend.”

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The Lost Innocence




Kween Sheba



© 2023


Growing up was never a rosy thing for Rita. To make things worse, she was sexually violated by a supposed 'Uncle.'

Now defiant, she decided she just had to succeed by all means in a society that didn't care about her existence.




The Lost Innocence: https://store.okadabooks.com/book/about/the-lost-innocence/53185

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Nice work.

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Nice 👍 one.

Congrats in advance.

The Lost Innocence




Kween Sheba



© 2023


Growing up was never a rosy thing for Rita. To make things worse, she was sexually violated by a supposed 'Uncle.'

Now defiant, she decided she just had to succeed by all means in a society that didn't care about her existence.




The Lost Innocence: https://store.okadabooks.com/book/about/the-lost-innocence/53185