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PetDancer: Damex,thank u,those people too ask irritating questions,me sef don tire

Lol@irritating question. Sorry guys But i Hv lost interest in this story . Hopefully I will get my mojo back soon

PetDancer: I knw it o,i did everything they ask me to do,but they keep on sending me back to my email.not fair nw

write the admin or something, did u check the little box to confirm ?

PetDancer: Macjive ,i have tried signing up,no way,the alphanumeric stuff,gets me confused

meaning ? u dont know what alphanumeric is ?

opeano: I av said it once b4 and i tink i should hamer it again, ur updates are rili lovely but inconsistency is killin it. Mayb u shld just giv us a constant date n tym for updates.

bros i wish i could. im trying my best. the updates has to be during the weekdays.

My phone began to ring,

From this moment life has begun, from this moment….
You are the one, right beside you is where I belong….
From this moment….

It rang off, that’s kelv’s ring tone. He must have gotten worried. I have never been this late outside; kelvin must be wondering if I was alright.

What a darling he is, despite how vile I have treated him these past few months, he has refused to bulge, he has intensified his attention on me.

He wakes me up in the mornings, to get ready for work.
He prepares my breakfast; get it ready on the table before i am out from the shower.
Despite my increasing vile taunts in the mornings, he never let that get to him

“What is this? You have prepared cold omelette, are you expecting me to eat this?

“You expect me to eat this and still go out and make bring money into this house?”

“If you can’t make a simply omelette, what good can you be then ? “

The more he kept quite the more my rage would mount, the more I lashed out.

“Kelvin, you better buckle up, take this as your last warning. “

“You are becoming so useless in this house, what use are you , tell me? Tell me?”

I remembered a time i had mouthed off at kelv, not that I hated him, nor did I find out something incriminating he has done, I just shout at him to vent off.
I am always tired in the mornings, hate to get up, always sleep through my alarm, and always, kelv would gently tap me, or gentle rock me to wake up.

One of such days, he had woken up earlier to prepare my documents for a contract I was pursuing, he had barely slept that night, work through the wee hours in the morning to just past 5’ o’clock, and had come into the bedroom to get me, having slept through my alarm.

He had tapped me a few times while calling out my name, and then proceeded to rock me gently.

“What come be wrong in this? “

But my nature and morning madness, I had turned around and gave kelv a resounding slap that vibrated his body like an epileptic patient. He was dumbfounded, and simply looked on.
I took charge and proceeded to casting aspersions on him.

“ ALL you are good at is in disturbing my sleep. , your mates are out there making money , and you are here waking me up to go make money for you .”

” I bet you see me for a fool, I will make the money and you will open your wide mouth and eat my toils. You must be a joker, I will soon put an end to this!”

“Lazy fool” , I had call him.

That wasn’t enough; I had turned the insult a notch further, as he looked on in shame and surprise at the slap,
“Even God, must be ashamed of you by now, he must be regretting wasting that mud and breath on you.”

The moment I had said that, mentioned God, I regretted it, Kelv, looked me in the eyes, visibly angry, his eye brows raised, his throat tighten like he was about to cough. He wanted to shout and screen at me, but the moment he had opened his mouth , he burst into wet tears.

Kelv cried and cried, knelt by the foot of the bed and wept uncontrollably.
The sadistic I was turning into; the more he wailed and cried the better I felt.
I had stepped into the bath kelv had previously prepared, soaking myself in there while I listened- in on his crying.
I felt so powerful, so in charge, but I felt the guilt too. I truly love kelv. All I wanted at that point was for him to walk up to me , kneeing down and apologizing ,. Just to take away this aching guilt.
He didn’t.

I had finished my bath, got into the bedroom to find that Kelv had dressed the bed. I clutched on my towel around my chest and marvelled at his work, his kindness was hurting me. i stared at the neatly arranged pillow as tears formed in my eyes.
Not only had Kelv, made the bed, he had also picked out a dress for me, with a matching shoe.

I wanted to cry, I wanted to run out and embrace, ask for his forgiveness. Promise to love him forever. However, as I was quickly dressing up to go meet him at the dining table where I believed he would be at, setting the breakfast. Having worn my pant, and was getting into the dress, I felt mucous fluid at my down below. A tingled sensation hit me. I found myself creaming my pant.

I have never felt anything like this. I had quickly gotten into my dress, hurried up with my make-up and was now wearing my perfume. Pink by Versace. The smelt felt so good, I felt my legs wobble, I wanted kelv, I wish I could make love to Kelv just now. I had to sit on the bed while I gather my thought and suppressed the amorous urge.
I must have drifted away, cos as I looked up, kelv was at the door, calling my name.
I had quickly gotten up and followed him to the dinning table.

On getting there, I couldn’t eat the delicious looking meal kelv had toiled on that morning. It must be the mild orgasmic feeling that I experienced as I tried suppressing the urge.

"Kelv , your meal looks so appetiazing but I am not hungry, im sorry."

Kelv had turned around and rather apologized too. He felt I had lost my appetite because of him and the earlier scene in the bedroom..

I could look him in the eyes, I scrambled for my bag and keys and bade him good bye, as I turned the handle of the front door and stepped outside Into the waiting stares of Kunle. My chauffeur.

Are you going to pick the phone this time ? David asked as the phone began to ring again.
I picked it up put it on silent and looked up at David, his ever beaming smile, and gentle dropped the phone into my handbag at the head of the bed.

“Come here, I am not done with you”; David commanded lightly.


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It will not work, even if does it will not be coherent and will become a charade .

If u have written before, u would found out it takes a lot to build a character .

Eg if u are righting romance you might want to start off with a Jew man who graduates to a love-vendor.
Writing collabo with people of different ideology , writing prowess ,,will only make the character ill developed.

I'm all for it, sure there is nothing lost in trial.

However, for it to even has a decent chance to working, the writing would have to define their character , then they can be paired, with similar personality .
when they two personality meet who, first to write will have the privilege to Steer the discus to his desire.

Eg I'm a man writing of fancying isilove, and we are paired , I will be responsive to develop my character on how he feels for ishilove, and my desires for her.
While ishilove will develop her character a well.

When we met , even though ishilove ha written previously of her displeasure with me and her desire not to have sex with me, I could steer the discuss into getting her intoxicated for example , and having her.

Then her in turn, would have no other option but to flow up, write her displeasure of being taken advantage of.

Man forget it , it can't work.
Cos even if this scenario was to play out I will dive into banging her from the get go. And she will dive Into resisting me.

Calm down guys I'm only an amateur .

Sorry guys, i have been asked to help a friend promote her site, so i will be uploading subsequent uploads there first , then to nairaland a few days later.

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opeano: weldon boss..lovely details. U make it seem as if am watchin a complete sex film.. Pls make ur update come @regular intervals.. Waited for a long tym b4 dis came in. Just giv us tym and we shall wait patiently expectin it

Thx for the comment , hoped to update today but lots of activity at work . Will try again tmrow .

@st chuksie, I'm in oil and gas - subsea Engineer

oladimeji101: Na wa ooo . After this long torture,u naw decided to update this very short piece . Abeg update jooor . Impatiently waiting . Btw this is hot

Lol, how is it short , haven't got lots of free time , sacrificing my break for you guys . I'm trying . At a point I even thought of abandoning this story . Will try to update again today.

st.chuksie:
Jeez! Dat was hot. 9ce story....kip it up.
Hw z d Orange family treatin u?

Orange family ? How do u mean ?

Dave was still looking at me expecting a response , a response I wasn’t entertaining at all. I was getting so angry, sad and unhappy with this little boy, imagine him holding me at ransom ?
Imagine him bring me to point of tears ?

Anyway, he is not getting anything from me, not after the pain he had inflicted on me. If I may add, of which my tits were still aching even though he wasn’t flickering them again.

David continued staring into my eyes without any words, without any emotions, I tried to hold his gaze but after a few seconds I gave in and slowly relaxed the muscles of my thighs.

A smile crept up to his face and just before he turned his body , wth his face towards my crotch, his back facing me, his two legs –in kneeing position on one side of my body, the smile broadened, almost a full –teeth showing smile. As he turned, he bent his head and kissed my thighs, and then gently, with a hand on each side he pried the mass of feminine muscle apart, relieving my mush vegetation.

I have always preferred a smooth crotch free from hair, but since I started hanging out with Kate, my everything has changed. Kate had advised t6o have the hair in a trim, that way the stress of bumps and irritation and pigmentation discolouration is easily overcome. That had worked but I am yet to get comfortable with the new look, especially when I have to strip before our waxing session and now, before David. Kelv has not really seen my new looks, as I have been denying him sex since I began to find him less of a man.

The wetness from my va3ina had drenched my vegetation into a mushy turf with my gelatinous juicy fluid beginning to leak out of it.

As David hovered his face over my turf, my anger grew, thoughts filled my head ;

What if he finds the sight nasty? Nauseating? Smelly?

What if he says something horrible about it ?

How should I react ?

I was still pondering these in my head and keening watching David and his reaction , bracing for the worst , bracing for the expected disguising grimace , when suddenly david lowered his face to my turf , without sticking out his tongue he proceeded to bring his mouth on my vegetation and slurrrrrrrrrpppppp….. . Slurped on my lovely juice.

This action so much delighted me , bringing smiles of comfort to my face .

Slurp slurppp….

He then buried his face deep and continued his power suction , sucking up all the spilled/leaked juice at my crotch and vegetation . Gently he tweaked his tongue around , darting it here and there, then moved his tongue to the mould of my va3ina, and continued to trace his tongue around it, making big circles which after a few patterns , the circle began to close in, getting smaller, the smaller it gets the more it came close to my cl1t, the smaller it gets the more sensation it brought to my cl1t. My legs were beginning to wobbling yet again. Tensioning and compressing almost at the same time. My breath quicken as well.

As the circle tighten around my cl1t, the cl1t started to pulsate, sending out electrostatic pulses, straining and yearning for attention. Dave yet again denied it. He move away instead. Few notches down, tracing his tongue he move to my honey pot, still tracing his wet tongue , he pierced the labia apart and rolled his tongue around the edges – the mouth of the vagina- this was very very very unnecessary because my pvssy was as wet as raining season.

Anyway he continued and slowly work his way in, making big circles, in fact scraping the barrels , the walls of my pvssy , annoying me, delighting me,. Soon he gradually withdrew his tongue and positioned his mouth over the lips of my pvssy, and kiss them, lick them, locking his lips on them, he started to passionately French kiss them, sending neutron waves- those green computer waves we saw in matrix movie, through my spine to my brain. As he kissed, he sucked on the juice, ensuring not a drop was lost to the bed sheet, the few droplets that had trickled towards my ana1 hole, he had quickly raised one of my leg and captured them before it would get lost in my ana1 cavity.

I was so in loss of word, clenching and unclenching my hand, snapping and re-snapping my finger joints, trying my best not to disobey my stand, my stand not to moan. A pay back for the pain he inflicted on me earlier on. Ohh god…. myself trying not to moan, my lungs were full, my heart suffocating, suffocating by the tingling pleasure . I have to open my mouth , I said to myself .

Just as I opened up my mouth to let out a bit of steam, David slurped on my labia, sucking up a rich amount of juice out of my pvssy, sending me to hell and back. I couldn’t help it anymore, I cried………. To be continued.

just for the sake of these few people that dropped comments, i hate it when people dont leave comment, i like to gauge my audience to know what they are liking, they basically influence my writing.

na so the update bad ? no comment ?

I simply couldn’t bear this anymore, the sensation , not only was it messing my head up , it was causing my a33-hole to pulsate –clenching and releasing , as it did this, it causes my a33 to produce an anal juice. A – Wetness, coupled with the ocean of wetness that was my va3ina, were now giving me unimaginable discomfort.

I cried. I tried to hold David down, to make him stop, to make him stop the torment, first with my thighs, then my hands, but he was too strong to be easily pushed away. He continued unrelentingly, Flickering .
I began to struggle, the sensation was now unbearable, my n1pples felt like they were going to burst any minute. The flicker touches were now full pain and a residue of tingle.

David, instead of listening to my pleads and near-tears held me down with his strong thighs, clamping my both hands on either side and brazenly continue to administer his torture.

As I looked up at him from my shackle, bound predicament, I hated him. I loved him, I simply wanted more. Wanted more loving, anything but this flickering action. The sensation is simply unbearable.

“please stop” I was almost in tears, the last dignity of my womanhood. My seniority was at breaking point.
In my state of pain and anxiety, my mind took a stroll down memory lane, thoughts of Kelv- my husband flooded into my mind.

“if only this was kelv, he would never subject me to this cruelty, the right side of brain thought.”

“if only David could take his sensation just a little notch upper, to break through the pain barrier and usher my body into that elusive climax-tic flood of passion” the left side of my brain counted.”



He finally stopped.

He looked me in the eyes, my teary eyes and smiled, displaying his youthful beauty and innocence. On seeing this youthful boyish smile, I quickly realise who I was, - the happily married, faithful wife- at least up to this point.

“Even if I am going to let him fvck me , im not going to let him brazenly enslave me and humiliate me.”

I batted my eye lids rapidly causing the tears to diffuse away and quickly switched into a stern head-mistress look.
David still smiling , roamed his hand about my body, heading towards my crotch area- I left on pants on, when I striped, as he tried to pry open my thighs , I stiffened them. He looked up at me and broadened his smile the more, this time, displaying a dentist whiteness dentition.

“ hey darling, are you ok? “

It was a rhetorical question, but on hearing the word “darling" I melted, my heart sank deeper, I remembered kelv. I remembered my husband.

Tears bubbled up to my eyes.

I remember the manner my Kelv aims to please me

“The irritating sweet words he never fails to whisper in my ears as we made love”

“How passionate he always is.”

“ How he would tuck his member in between my thighs as we cuddle, and let the heat from my crotch set his member on fire, before we would then proceed to our very own fire service operation- quenching the flame .”

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