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Continuation....

They started kissing, licking, touching, handling and undressing each other. I was shocked by the scene because I have never seen girls get so romantic and do such nasty stuffs to themselves despite I hearing side talks about female teachers and students indulging in such activities within the school premises.
The scene was getting interesting so I decided to advance forward to get a clearer picture and vision of this unbelievable moment.
I started tiptoeing towards them to fulfill my foolish fantasy or should I say lust. As I was getting closer to them, I accidentally stepped on a cassava stem that made a squeaky sound, I paused immediately standing agape with one of my hand on my head and the other covering my mouth from screaming and making further noise that will drag their attention to my position.
They heard the sound, and echoed "wetin be that", "who be that", "who goes there" and "who goes". At this juncture, I began shivering and backtracking. They stood up and headed to the direction where the sound was emanated. As I was backtracking when I saw them coming, I was lusting over their beautiful dangling upper region and fresh body parts. I stopped for a minute to admire these beautiful creatures but
When I noticed their pace had increased, I had no other option than to do a 180 spin and took to my heels. As I was running to safety, the leaves and grasses I was stepping on, were making Squealing sounds, leaving traces. In the course of running, something fell off my pocket but I never bothered to know what fell off because to me, my safety was Paramount to me at that time. I arrived at the back of girls convenience, cleaned myself up and walked straight to my classroom. Before the school bell rang for the closing of school, I was already with my bag at the gate.
Back at home, I was just reminiscing about what I saw and how I would love to feed my big eyes and fulfill my fantasy again and again just like tortoise in that story that said to himself "I go go again".

Back in school on Monday after that wonderful eye popping experience I had on Friday, I was smiling and revealing my fine shinny white teeth and diastema (when I was in primary school in Port Harcourt, I once auditioned for close up advert due to the fine white set of teeth I had) when I saw I.B and her good girls squad coming. I was smiling because I saw the unclothedness of the most dreadful girl and some of her gang members and I was picturing them naked in my head as they walked past me with anger on their faces.

I got relieved when the maths teacher rounded up his lesson and left the classroom as I was thinking he will not end his lesson thereby making me miss feeding my big eyes on I.B and her good girls gang naked bodies once again during the break period as it was almost time.

In my anticipating mood waiting for the signal by the school bell, I.B and her gang of girls marched into my class in their numbers (they were more in numbers compared to what I normally see) with a venomous and anger filled face as if they were going for a war.
That smile enveloped my face again immediately I saw them as the Friday's event came knocking. I was smiling sheepishly, picturing her naked body right in front of me when her question "na which grasscutter been dey farm on Friday" changed my smile to fear.
I quickly looked around to see if anyone will mention my name or point me because I knew clearly that no one from my class saw me when I was spying on them.
The class was silent and she replied "una don turn deaf and dumb wey una no wan talk abi ok na, somebody gan Wu here na".
The class was still quiet because you dare not murmur in her presence because wetin you go chop ehen you no go like am.
She then beckon on one of her girls to give her a book, she raised the book and asked which grasscutter get this book, I raised my head and looked at the book keenly and saw that the book is my personal jotter that I normally write all those dirty fantasies I was carrying in my head about her and her gang.

****Back at home over the weekend, I was searching for my jotter to pen down what I saw on Friday but I couldn't find it, I searched everywhere and still couldn't find it, I knew I must have forgotten it somewhere probably at school and when I get to school on Monday,I will look for it maybe I forgot it in a friend's bag or something *****

As I saw the jotter on her hand, I quickly flashed back to Friday's event and recalled that the jotter was in my pocket and when I was running for my dear life in the farm something dropped but I never bothered to check what was it since I was in motion.
The bell had already signaled for break time but who dares walk out on the most dreadful girl and her squad when she's talking.

She gave a very wicked and intimidating laugh with these words "ngbeke say him wan play, no worry him don see play and him go play tire".
Her girls were shouting and ranting asking who owns it, I was just quiet as if I know nothing about what they were saying.
They started their aggressive assault when nobody took responsibility or ownership of the said book.
Other good boys in the class were scared of her all thanks to her elder brother and so none was able to revolt. Break was over, but we still were under siege or should I say severe harrasment from I.B and her gang.

Since there was no name on the jotter, it was very difficult to know who owns it hence my keeping mute and not owning up while partaking in the onslaught dished out by I.B and her gang.

To be continued...

Mrscarter:
Ion actually live in Nigeria but there'd have to be some good women there

Not in Nigeria

virginprincess:
Foolish question.

Guilty conscience...e pain you

The percentage allocated for capital expenditure is too low.

We need economic projects and policies to strengthen and diversify the economy.

We want roads, power, good schools, hospitals etc and we budgeted this low for them, it can't work.

A developing country capital expenditure ought to be bigger than its recurrent expenditure.

One firewood cannot light up the fire, so they need more wood to keep the fire blazing.

one man can never satisfy a woman's sexual need.

So many people have lost their lives and still risking theirs all in the name of love or should I say lust because maybe, they're in an entanglement(handicap emotionally, financially, physically or otherwise) and they cannot easily walk away due to fear or sacrifices made or maybe thinking they will be the catalyst that will change the fellow from bad to good.

There is no city or state in Nigeria that doesn't have the good boys & girls(cultists) doing things in a bad way. I call them good because none of them was born a cultist.

Back in secondary School in Port Harcourt, there was this girl called Ibinabo (I.B as her Nick). Very beautiful, intelligent but very rough and bad. She was a class ahead of me i.e she SS3 and I SS2. She was feared by all when I say by all, I mean teachers and students. She was the most dreadful girl in secondary school that year because she was the head of the female good girls group in the school and her elder brother was a notorious good boy and was respected and feared within and around that vicinity. She got away with everything she did whether good or bad.

I, on the other hand was a cool, gentle waterside boy who was just focused on his studies back then despite I knowing all the slangs and all what not in the street as I was breed and buttered in the street but my family background always kept me in check.
As a teen in PHC, I was used to seeing good girls fight, wound themselves over guys, money and who to dominate the area and I loved it very much and always fantasize about these good girls doing same over me most times because these girls were beautiful and got me wondering why will they be fighting over these good boys.

My curiosity or should I say foolish fantasy almost led to my death but here I am telling my story.
As a lover of bad girls then and up till date, I always stare at I.B anytime I see her and good girls squad passing, smoking and unleashing mayhem on innocent students and teachers. I begin to eavesdrop, spy on her and her girls most times. I had this short blue hard cover jotter that I always write crazy stuffs of her and how I love her and her bad life and all other crazy naive fantasies.
On this faithful day during break period, I was out as usual spying on them and all of a sudden they stood up and start walking towards the school's Agric farm and I foolishly followed them just to satisfy my curiosity and fantasy. They walked to the extreme of the farm and started smoking, singing and dancing their gyration songs and I was enjoying every bit of it despite the school bell signaling the end of break period. Few minutes later, after their smoking, singing and dancing, they brought out wrappers from their bags and spread them uniformly on the ground and sat on it. What I saw next shocked and baffled me as I have never seen something like that before in my young teen life.

To Be Continued please.

Zzor:
I belong to the numbers 1$5,greeting all these young guys around gives them the effontory to approach you,im not available for any shits

For your mind you have something worthwhile to share and you are intelligent.

SMH....Spits

Zzor:
I don't insult people,its the other way round

You say what?
Common go and wash plates for kitchen, you that your fingers are fast to type insults.

mrblessed:
Oga, calling her such an offensive name is as unnecessary as it is idiotic. What irks me the most is that her comment wasn't directed to you. And even if it was directed to you, must you descend so slow to "get" at her?

It simply doesn't make sense, and it calls into question the very range of your maturity. Imagine a random guy using such word on your loved ones, just because they believe there is no consequence for their conduct. What you have done is akin to lady calling very guy a fraudster because a lot of youths are neck deep into it. Even so, I think you deserve a ban as a corrective measure to preclude the repetition of this witless attitude.

Woman wrapper take your niceness somewhere else.

virginprincess:
Oga abeg mind yourself, i have said it several times on this forum, i am not a hoe, get that into your empty brain.

What are you then?
Hoeing is a natural phenomenon, in other words hoes will always be hoes.

Shugavee:
Redpiller dummyss

E pain you

Zzor:
keep to the agreement young man,desist from fornication and stop trying to spoil peoples daughters,shes not your wife and as such does not owe you sex

Likewise he is not her husband so he owes her no money, gifts and good deeds.

You are not mad.

Zzor:
rubbish and tatoo

Na your body? Tattoos are beautiful more beautiful than you I suppose.

I concur, feminism cannot happen in Nigeria.

luvbane:
Based on the inner hatred you feel towards women it’s quite obvious it takes lots of lying and manipulation to have sex with a woman. So that’s how you use them.

The OP is right, this forum is filled with hate for women. It’s beyond disgusting...

When truth begins to prevail and the scales of manipulation keeps dropping off the eyes of men, they term it 'hate for women'.

There's no hate whatsoever, men are just saying the truth they way they see it.
And if there is any hate which I doubt, that means women made themselves to be hated.

Mrscarter:
Yeah not all women go for money over love. If I could choose between a rich man n a broke man but the broke man was the one I loved n whom loved me then I'd choose the broke guy anyday.
Money can buy many things but it can't buy the most important things like love, trust, honesty, loyalty. Money can't buy happiness. Sure it'll make U happy for a little while but can't get you the real things U need in a relationship.
Look up ppl who've won big money even they say money makes U happy at first but it doesn't really change anything in your life to make U happier other than material wise n after the initial happiness everything else still feels the same.
Not all women would choose money or use men. Yeah there are women who are decietful, conniving, scheming n will use men to achieve things but there's men like that too yeah. Those who use women.
Those kind usually use women for sex n those women use men for money or other things they want.
But there's good women out here n alot of guys on here dnt seem to believe that. Surely their mothers were good women n their sisters are good women? Or is it just their relatives that are decent women lol. Their logic is confusing

These women you are talking about existed in the 18th century and they are certainly not Nigerians.

Zzor:
you have been insulting virginprincess and I and here you are boldly denying it haaaaaaaaaa smh

Ama since Truth become insult?

Zzor:
go and check your posts and see how you sprung up from nowhere to unleash heavy insults on me and the other lady.Are you not a small boy? and are you not a blackie? your blackie is a very fine one,just go and stop fighting people up and down Mr blackie

Rose I am not a small boy and I am not a blackie.

I've never fought anybody here and I can never do that to anyone.
Not my thing... this Mr blackie go put you for trouble oh, I don't like the name.

Zzor:
small boy aka Mr blackie,i don't belong to any of those tribes,you have been insulting people up and down and here you are denying it,oya run along before I carry my cane.Mr blackie

Who are the "people" I have been insulting?
I have never insulted anybody here and can never do that.

Your fingers dey fast to type 'small boy' & 'mr blackie'.

I don tell you but you don't want to take it, no qualms.

Zzor:
Nno menia(ijaw), then stop looking for trouble all over Nairaland as I was on my own when you started displaying your childish behavior.frefre si.Mr blackie what are you gonna do as I've repeat it now.

Anang abi ibibio girl, I don't look for trouble and I have never looked for anyone's trouble before and I will never do.
I can't do anything but don't ascribe that name to me again.
Take your granny behavior somewhere else.

Zzor:
obviously you have issues with your eyes,you can't differentiate between a bleached skin and a natural fair complexion(do you know if I'm mixed race or have the traits ?),you look matured but a baby in reality,like I advised earlier,dont be unfortunate.byeee Mr blackie,be proud of your Complexion kos you took the blackie word for an insult

Mixed ko coke and fanta ni.

Pasisei (ijaw) keep your advise to your self, for your information, I'm neither mature nor a baby.

Don't refer me as Mr blackie again because I'm not as black as you see.

virginprincess:
No, i mean nairaland men insulting women.... awon penis people.

truth abi insult?
vagina people x farm tools

Zzor:
blackie mind yourself ooo don't be unfortunate

Who be blackie awon bleached skin abi Caro white skin.... you are the one that will be unfortunate.

From your explanation, your friend has helped you so much and this is your time to pay back.

Never sleep with another man's wife no matter the pressure, greenlight or Hot you or she might be.

'NEVER SLEEP WITH ANOTHER MAN'S WIFE IF YOU WANT TO LIVE A PROSPEROUS AND HAPPY LIFE AS A YOUNG ASPIRING MAN'.

An occultic man gave me this advise before he died in 2016.

virginprincess:
Op Leave them let contiue fooling themselves, nigeria girls matter go give them heart attack very soon.

Heart attack for Simps na....awon vagina people