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therealAyo:
Hello,

I have a small personal writing project and I need a writer to help me out, I am not wealthy so I would appreciate à writer who would not chargé me too much. I also would like à writer who can add humour to stories, à great deal of humour would be appreciated.

Thank you

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Good morning Ladies and gentlemen!

It's a new week, let me breathe life into your imaginations. I'm available for fictional gigs.

Horror, Romance, Werewolf, Urban, Crime, Historcal thrillers.

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Good day Ladies and Gentlemen!

I know it's been a while since I wrote here. It's been very hectic and I apologize for not being able to complete my stories.

So, I've gone into full ghost writing and I am available for fiction gigs. So, do well to patronize or recommend a brother.

I'm trying to cook a comedy story that will bring smiles on your faces. Something miles better than DESIRE!!!

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Rate: N3 per word.

Thank you and God bless!!!

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sketcherJ:
hello boss. Let’s converse please

4KNGOATS:
Nice story with poor ending. If it was my story, it would have ended like this.
So After reading that note she kept for me,I felt humiliated and instantly a boiling rage for revenge began to boil within me,a murderous thought came to my mind and there and then,I knew what I had to do to this evil woman.the next day I called her and promised to give her a better performance,that I was sick and that my services this time around would be free,that I wanted to prove myself to her. She sounded surprised. "Ok I hope this time around you will not end up like a fuel-less vehicle" she responded teasingly and then said we should meet at the same spot tomorrow.
Then I called Ejike my good friend to plot the plot. The next day we met,she was bossy as usual. "Come here boy remove that rag you're putting on and come give me a head,I encouraged her by asking her to spread her legs wider-giving my unseen cameraman a better view. "Spread that legs sweety I want to see your beauty" I ordered. She was pleased doing as she was told,even performing other lustrous moves saying "or yeah it's been long a man asked me this things". Then when I was sure her nude had been fully captured,I called out Ejike.He came out behind the blind where he was hiding with two long wipes as we planned and said "nice view wanne this bitch will pay dearly for what she did" .then I recieved one of the long wipes made of a metal cable from Ejike." You think sey you dey wise madam everybody is going to see you for who you were unless we decide to have pitty on you"now this is the punishment for your stupid behavior yesterday. We trashed her making sure her skin was forming red lumps before we stopped then I gave her my blackmailing terms and conditions........

I just did it for fun...never really paid attention to it. Nice ending

immortalcrown:
First, tell your parents the story. Second, tell your children the story when you birth children.

It's a fictional story.

🔥My Sugar Mommy Experience 🔥

So, I had this female friend, her name was Janet. 23-year-old, tall, busty and smart. She was a family friend and a close friend to me. 2020 before the covid, she met this Admiral who took an interest in her. The man was married with two kids…so I heard.

One day, he asked her out and they started having a daughter and father relationship. Janet was the daughter and this Admiral was the sugar Daddy. Her life took a paradigm shift because, in the space of two months, she was a million rich with two expensive iPhones. She is a designer and right now, she is in the UK. She would always tell how this man loved her and rarely had sex with her. They only had sex twice in a month, he just wanted her companionship.

This heightened my desire to have a sugar mommy because I saw it as a quick route out of poverty. I mean, I had been wasting my sex before, so it was time to monetize my sexual prowess.
This became my prayer point and in 2021, I was hired to MC a wedding reception at Eket Local Government Hall. After the wedding, one fat aged woman, probably in her forties called out to me. She complimented my oratory skills, talked about my jokes and how I cracked them effortlessly and she loved my eyebrows.

We exchanged contact and I left, we started chatting on WhatsApp and she asked me about my ambition. I told her that I am a writer still trying to fully monetize my contents and start earning big. She told me money wasn’t going to be the issue. Then, one evening, she told me she liked me. She said I'm smart, humble, handsome and good enough, I was single.

My heart skipped as she kept praising me and I kept thanking the host of Heaven because an opportunity was on the way. Then, she asked to be my sugar mommy. I screamed Yes, at that point, I knew the Lord answered prayers. I told her I had a girlfriend and she ordered me to break up with her.

I didn’t plan to do that because I wanted to follow Janet's formula. Janet had a broke boyfriend at a private poly technic which she always send money to. So, I planned to hide my girlfriend and then share the spoils of my sugar mommy escapades with her.

I mean, we have been having none profitable sex, so it was high time I started making profit from my 4.5 inches cock.

So, the D-day arrived and I was to meet her at a certain hotel at Eket Oron road. I asked her for transport and she told me to borrow that she would pay when I arrive. That was supposed to be a red flag but I cared less. I mean, she was a contract staff on a reputable oil company in Eket.

I got two hundred naira from my girlfriend and paid my way down there. I arrived her room to see her sprawled on the bed like an amoeba. Her deflated stomach was like a sac of garri with skin layers. I was used to my girlfriend succulent thighs but this one, I saw a pillar on the bed. My heart skipped and I knew this battle would be spiritual.

“Climb bed and start sucking” She ordered.

“Suck gini, ma’am I am hungry” At least I needed to eat before I indulge myself in the act.

“Don’t you know you came here for business? Why didn’t you eat before coming?” she asked.

Business kwa? That very question set off an alarm in my head. But this isn’t how Janet's sugar daddy treated her na. Or was there something in this job Janet didn’t school me on?

“Maam, I just left my work place and I am starving” I begged.

“Climb and suck, I’ll order room service later” She urged.

I climbed on top of her and parted her legs, I couldn’t even find her entrance. I kept digging through folds of fat until I saw it. It was the widest cùnt I had ever seen, I bent my head to suck thinking it will taste like my woman's own. I tasted something like over night akamu with a touch of fermented maize. I wanted to lift my head up but she pressed my head deeper and I almost choked.
My head was spinning, I was begging for déath.

“Daddyboy, suck me properly now” She moaned.

I wonder who the Daddyboy was, because certainly not me. When she finally freed my head, I slumped on the bed, breathing like I just embarked on a marathon.

“How come I read your books and you narrated this oral job very well, but now you can’t even touch my Gspot” She exclaimed.

I didn’t even know what to say, I just laid still.

“Oya, what’s your favorite style?” she asked.

“Ankara, but I love corporate suit” I replied.

“You must be very, very stùpid, I’m asking about your favourite sëx style".

“Oh, sorry my brain switched off!”. Truly it did switch off.

“I like cowgirl, I like my baby riding me” I said, I never knew I just issued myself a mûrder warrant.

She got up in full strength and yanked my clothes away. I wanted to protest that she should take it easy as that was the only red shirt I had for work. But then, I knew I would be paid handsomely.

She pulled out my 4.5 inch cock and played with it. She then climbed on me and mounted herself. All her weight was transferred to my stomach region and I felt like vomiting my intestines.

“Maami, please you’re suffocating my stomach” I cried.

“Oh Akwa Abasi Ibom eyóng, nsi inem ntë ekpa nfed” She moaned.

My Life was displayed right before me on HD screen and I knew I was going to hell. How would my parents feel if they hear that I died in an hotel room. What of my Boss that is owing me three months salary, how would I collect it? I would leave my pretty girlfriend? I kept begging God for a second chance.

“Oh Noble, Oh Noble” She kept ramming her entire weight on my stomach.

“Maami, I can’t breathe” I begged.

“You won’t die, you will live to declare the works of my iném itud”.

Stūpid me answered Amen.

I sighed in relief as she rolled off me and I started breathing properly. If not, I would have died in active service. She went on all fours and pointed her thick ass to me.

“Doggy, oya, sharp sharp. No time to waste time” she sounded like an igbo woman.

I couldn’t even lift myself from the bed, I managed to get up and I penetrated her. I kept thrusting and crying.

“Ma’am, I need glucose”.

“Why can’t I feel your cock inside of me? Have you entered yet?”

How would feel my 21 year old cock when you already have a child my age. I persevered, kept thrusting until I slumped on the bed.

I don’t know how long I was out, but I woke up to see a sachet of water and sachet glucose. I got off the bed with a splitting headache and headed to the locker. There were five pieces of five hundred naira.

“Damn! 2,500?”

There was a note on the table.

‘Hello Noble, I meant to pay you a sum of 9,500 but you didn’t perform well. The last time we spoke, you claimed that your Dad disowned you and I was expecting a good ‘head' since you don’t have a head in your family. But no, you didn’t do well. It is not in my best interest to continue with you. But if you feel you can perform better, call me!”

I knelt and cūrsed her! I blocked her on WhatsApp, used the 2500 to get drugs for myself and I vowed never to have a sugar mommy again.
Maybe if I come back to life as a lady, I would consider having a sugar daddy.


John Mfon
#Noblewriter

I just pray Nairaland mods do something about these fraudulent guys.

Last year, I did a job for one Matthew...worth 95k...He told me he was going to pay after two weeks and then he ghosted.

70% of outsourcers here are scammers...you do a gig, it gets approved and they will ghost when it's time for payment. I don wash hands commot from NL outsourcers.

There is a 30k words nonfiction project on an American politics. I need a proficient ghostwriter well versed in writing political nonfiction project. He or she must have a strong knack for research.

Please and please, I don't need a beginner.
Don't come with the intention of learning on this job.

The pay comes in once the gig is approved by my client and there will be continuous projects.

Please interested candidate should send a dm with at least one sample to 0.7.0.3.5.2.8.3.5.8.1..

Good evening all.

If you are in need of a professional fictional ghostwriter, I am available.

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