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My name is Alex Oluwatobi & I'm confused!

When I was in 200 level, I met Funke who joined my Dept through A-levels. One thing led to the other & we got talking. I started developing a special likeness for her.

She is a natural beauty, nerdy, well endowed (front & back �).
I summoned the courage to ask her out, but i was turned down. She said the best we could be is just friends as she is in a serious relationship.

Few months after, I tried again but still met a dead end. So I decided to drop it & agreed to be in the friendzone.
We were true friends with no strings attached. Though, we made out once but nothing after that. She was the complete package. She sleeps over in my room without things happening. We've seen ourselves more like brothers & sisters.




Her boyfriend was a very rich Lagos boy.
His family is affiliated to one of the strong Lagos politicians, not jagaban. He comes visiting with lots of goodies which Funke always share with me.

He'll always threaten me subtly, "if you touch my babe, I'll cut off your thing" he'll say.

I wasn't thinking of having...

...a GF as I was getting all the necessary attention and care from Funke. I've never been a sex freak, so sex wasn't my priority at all. I just wanted to always talk to Funke, sleep, eat & make sure I read so as to make the 2.1 (2nd class upper) I promised my uncle(sponsor).

Luckily, I made the 2.1 in Computer science as promised. I immediately got a job after NYSC, so I'd to move to Lagos from IB.

By this time, Funke & I barely see but we talk virtually everyday.

The gidi struggle was real, I was living in Ikorodu while my office was in Ajah.

By this time, Funke has started working with one of the new generation banks in VI.

We were still keeping up but not like we used to. Lagos palava!

Funke always flaunt her BF on every social media platform. I loved their love life, but a part of me still likes her...

...so much.

Old flames die hard they say.

Earlier this year, I was invited by one of our clients to a gala night, that was were I met Chiamaka.

Pretty, yellow, curvy, clean from head to toe!

Chiamaka is the Head of Digital Comms. in her company.

She's a BIG GIRL!
I don't know what came over me, maybe it was the Jameson whiskey I was sipping..READ MORE...

Since I read the story from the lady that her friend swallowed sperm and was embarrassed I have been thinking about my life, where I was 2yrs ago and how it turned out for me. I grew up in UK but now studying in Cape Town.

I've been exposed to s3x since I was 15 and I mean actively because of the environment I grew up in. Sex to me is fun and I enjoy it but never exchanged sex for money or expect to get anything in return. Just 2 people having fun. I'm well taken care of by parents.




I attended a Nigerian function late 2017. met a guy. Good looking, expensive watch, nice shoes and well kept. We exchanged contacts and I drove to his place the next day with the intention of fvck1ng the hell out of him. When I got there, I met his friends and they all looked nice. We went into his room and all started as it should.

I gave him the best bl0wj0b and he came in my mouth so I swallowed it and hell fell on me. He shouted, slapped me, held my...READ MORE..

This matter pass something we can talk about. Why didn't you tell him it was your thigh? you were enjoying it too...

I think you have gone to see Jaruma before going to see him. Now that your juju don catch am, you dey do like sey God dey your back.




Please read her story
I'm confused
Hello Gud evening. So I went to this guys house on Saturday. We got talking originally In July.

We finally saw. Something happened. He thought we had s3x on Saturday but we didn't o.


Joro so see ehn he was f$$k!ng my thighs Thinking it was the main thing o. He never Entered me.

I was confused. He came on my th!gh. It was funny. We later..READ MORE..

I laugh in Spanish at those wives who allow thEir husband rape them. Women take your power back. I stan .



I have been fucking everyday day since quarantine started here and he doesn't know it.




Hello Joro I'm writing you somewhere in the world. Keep me confidential. Before this quarantine I found out my husband is a dog. In his mind he felt he was a slick Nigga.

I go out everyday to a guy who lives close. 2/2 This guy has been on my case.

I finally fuxked him. This guy fuxks me well and raw no CD and cums inside me. He fingers my anus while giving me doggy.




When I get home i wash my vaggy in my hubby's food. he has to taste my side nigga sperm. The most enjoyable part is watching him eat, it is like orgasm I..READ MORE...

This is the funniest shit I've seen today. hypocrisy sha.... I just hope you are as petty as I am so you can laugh at her so hard and let her cover her face in shame.. PLS READ BELOW;




"So my older sister that said she is celibate has been collecting preek and making me look like a sinner unworthy of Gods love. I just came home and saw her in the living room collecting Preeq.




She was sweating and making noise. She thought I was in school. Last week she argue on her life and our mothers life that she is not having s3x and won't have s3x. The thing weak me.



Am in level 400. 23 years; and she is 26 a entry level staff. Why lie? Am ur sister for living sakes. It is funny to me sha. I made sure they both saw...READ MORE..

I see myself as a reserved person. I don’t go out, I don’t make friends easily and I don’t call people friends just because I know them. It’s an advice I got from my mother. She said, “Just because you know her doesn’t make her your friend. You know her and that’s all. Friendship is deeper.”

There was some truth in that so I carried it along as the gospel.

At the university I had a roommate who was everything that I was not. Benedicta. She liked talking, I didn’t like to talk or be talked to for so long. She liked going out at the times I loved to stay in. She had so many friends, I had none. She mistakenly thought I was her friend just because I was in the same room with her. She was my roommate and that was all. But there was something about Benedicta I found very enchanting.

She’s exactly what she tells you she is, no lies and no flavor. To date, anytime I think of authenticity, I think of her. She won’t tell you A and do B, never. Or she won’t ask you to go where she wouldn’t go with you. She thought me how to be a human in a world where everyone is trying to be a perfect plastic.

One morning I was awakened by this loud noise that sounded like a burst balloon. She was standing by the bed, naked and polishing her nails. I asked her, “What was that?” She said calmly, “I did. It was the sound of my...READ MORE...

The first person who drew my attention to my size was my mom. My name is Akua and I had a cousin who lived with us who was also called Akua. To differentiate between the two of us, My mom called me Akua Obolobo. That was it.

The whole neighborhood started calling me Akua Obolobo until one day, the Akua became silent and Obolobo was shortened to Obolo. I grew up knowing I was fat. I accepted it in good faith and lived life as fat people do.

In senior high school, I had my first kiss. It was so good I wanted to do it again and again and again. Maybe it wasn’t the kiss that was good but to have someone loved me to the extent that he would kiss my lips made my heart spin like a carousel. That kiss became my first and also my last from that boy. I did nothing wrong but he started distancing himself from me. He wouldn’t talk to me and he wouldn’t see me even when I’d gone to look for him.




When I asked him why he said, “My friends laugh at me these days because of you. They say when you sit on me my intestines will spill out. They tease me every day and I think staying away from you will save us from the tease and name-calling.” I told him, “You didn’t love me. If you did, you would have defended me.” He was just a boy and I was placing in his hands too much responsibility than a boy could handle. I wanted him to kiss me again but he never did and that was the end of us.

I never had a boyfriend again until I completed senior high school. My friend Matilda, she received a proposal each day from the cutest guys on campus. She said a lot of no and said a lot of yes too. One day she said, “If a guy proposes to me and I don’t like him, can I give him to you?” I said, “Yes, I’m always available but make sure he likes obolo girls.”

That’s how miserable I was.

And then I grew up.

Twenty-five, no boyfriend. At twenty-eight, I had a boy who said he loved me with all his heart. I believed him because it showed in the things he did and how he treated me. He held my hands everywhere we went like he was proud of me and ready to show me off to the world. I had my second kiss, third kiss, and several others from him. In my mind, he was my husband. He was my soul mate and the reason why I’d stayed single until I was twenty-eight. I had planned our wedding in my mind and booked the hotel for our honeymoon in..READ MORE..

I came to my office one morning and saw a stranger sitting on the desk next to mine. She didn’t look like someone waiting to meet someone. She was comfortably seated in the chair and typing something on the computer stationed on the desk. I greeted, “Good morning and who are you?” She looked at me and smirked. “My name is Sandra,” she said, “But you can call me Sandy. You might be Francis?”

“Yeah, I’m Francis. How did you know about me?”

“I started working in this office a week ago. They told me you were on leave.”

That was the beginning of the friendship between me and Sandy. She was in her fifth year in marriage when we met. I was in my third. It was a very small office secluded from the main compound of the company. Nobody came around except the cleaners. We were in the world of our own.




Five months after Sandra’s arrival, we had a new colleague, Evans. He was assigned to our office. He too was married. Three married people trapped in a cubicle. All our conversations centered around our jobs and our married life. We discussed issues with a free mind and listened to each other with an open heart.

If last night’s sex with her husband didn’t go well, Sandy will come and discuss with us, “Can you imagine what your brother did last night? I was so tired and wanted to sleep but your brother wouldn’t let me so I opened up for..READ MORE..

Hello, Wife of my boyfriend,

I first learned about your existence seven months into my relationship with your husband. I didn’t know he was married. He didn’t mention it and I didn’t ask. That was my mistake. I assumed he was not married because he was not wearing a ring when I found him. Little did I know that Kojo walks around with his ring tucked into his wallet.

The fact that he didn’t live with you made it very difficult for me to know about you. I lived with him in his house as though he was my husband. I had my first kiss with him in the hall, closer to the Jesus piece on the wall. I had my first sex with him in that same bed you two were sleeping on when you were around. He told me he loved me and I told him I loved him too. It was in that same bed he promised to love me until death do us part.

I believed him.

Some months into our relationship, I saw your photo on his phone with a new kid in your arms. He told me, “That’s my senior sister in Holland. She recently had a baby boy and she sends photos to me every now and then.” I trusted him because why not? Not too long afterward, I saw a photo frame of a little girl in one of his drawers. “Cute little princess,” I said. “Is she also the daughter of your senior sister?” He answered, “Yeah, that’s the first child of my senior sister. She’s Amanda and she’s my favorite of the kids.”




I kept staring at the photo. There was something in the eyes of that little girl that screamed for attention. Amanda has the nose of Kojo and if you look deep in her eyes, you’ll see a striking resemblance with Kojo. When I asked about it he said, “Oh the nose, it’s a family thing. Didn’t you see the nose of my sister? she has it and my junior brother also has it.”



“How about the eyes?” I should have asked but I couldn’t. He whisked me off in his arms and led me away to the bedroom. He kissed my neck and kissed my ears. He said, “Leave my sister’s daughter alone and let’s get jiggy.” Jiggy is how he called...READ MORE..

I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT LACK OF ORAL WILL COST ME MY RELATIONSHIP. I'M CONFUSED



More blessings.. Keep me anonymous please. I have been dating my boyfriend for 6 months now and he has never sucked my kitten.

He claims that he developed a mouth sore when he tried it on 2 of his ex's and his doctor said he didn't have any infection but he could be allergic to oral se,,x. Joro, is it even possible to be allergic to pussy juice and get a sore

I begged him to atleast try with me and see if it happens again, he blatantly refused even when I threatened to..READ MORE..

My sister set me up. Am pregnant for my sisters husband



Good afternoon Sometimes in 2018 I moved in with my sister and her husband place. My sister beg and beg me to come and stay. She said I can go out as I like.




She will give me all her hairs and bags. Anytime I want to leave she will beg me to stay. I notice she will say I should sit on her husband Laps.

She will say I should go and give her husband food in the room. When I enter he will he wearing boxers alone.

Her husband started making moves on me and I tried to tell her but she will interrupt me.

I fell for him and we started having sex in 2019. I notice he wants unprotected sex.

Me I like skin skin to but I use to give him condoms. He will say No. then another thing. I notice my sister will be monitoring my period.


Her husband will say I should not take..READ MORE..

I was nursing a wounded heart when Eric came along. I didn’t give him attention but he was insistent. He called me every day and sent me a message each day and night until one day I asked him, “So tell me, what do you really want from me?”

He said, “I don’t want anything from you. Just call me back some times. Respond to my messages. Ask me how I am just like I ask you every day. That’s how friendship begins. Don’t assume every guy who approaches you have bad intentions, no. Some of us come with a clean heart.”

“A clean heart, huh?”

That’s how things started. He told me about his job; “I work with this insurance company and they’ve transferred me from Accra to this place.” He told me about his life, where he had come from and where he intended to go with his life. We kept talking and every evening after work, he would pass by my house and say hello. He was so jovial and easy-going so everyone in my house liked him and always looked forward to his coming.

He didn’t come around on weekends. He had a sick mom in Accra and had to travel back to Accra every weekend to look after her. On the days that he didn’t come around, my mom would ask, “Your husband didn’t come around today?” I would answer her, “Mom, he’s just a friend, not my husband.” But I understood her. It was her way of telling me she wouldn’t have a problem if I decide to date him.

Eric was always there for me. Some times, he would come to our shop in the evening, help me pack so he could go home with me. It was always me and him on our way back home. So one day he proposed. I saw it coming. I was ready for it. I said yes to him. A week or so later, I told my mom about us. She said, “You guys look great together. He would make you a good husband if you take your time with him.”



He went to Accra one weekend and didn’t return as he used to. He told me, “My mom’s sickness is getting out of hands. She needs me to be around so I’ve asked permission from the office.” Three days later he called, “I’ve spent everything I have on my mother and there are still more drugs to buy. I need your help.”

I sent him some money. He wanted it as a loan but I said, “What are lovers for if they can’t give money to support who they love.” Some days later, Eric returned with a heart of gratitude. He promised to pay back my money but I insisted he had no reason to pay.

Not too long after, he had a call from someone he said was his aunt. His mother’s sickness had gotten worse again. It was late in the evening when the call came and that same evening, he left for Accra. The next day he called me, “We took mom to the hospital and this time she had to be operated on but we are in the middle of the month and I have nothing on me. I need a loan. This time I insist on a loan. If you won’t give it as a loan then I won’t take it.”



I didn’t have the amount he was asking for so I involved my mother. She gladly went to the bank and withdrew the money for me. A week or so later, he returned with a message of gratitude from his mother. He said, “My mom wants to meet her in-laws already. She’s very upbeat and especially happy that...READ MORE..

"Conceal my identity please* Please how do I stop squirting. I feel embarrassed and uncomfortable after squirting because of how my boyfriend reacts.




After the whole sex which he would literary want me to squirt he will say stuffs like make sure u wash the blanket, wash pillows cases , wash Bedsheets and all I obviously don't have a problem with that.

My problem is when he makes it mandatory that I don't give to a dry cleaner I should wash them myself and am tired of washing coz those bedsheets are f***king heavy. Please give me advise on how to stop squirting.




I can't go through around of sex without squirting 3 to 4 times U have no idea what it means to spill squirt and start thinking oh Lord another heap of bedsheets, he makes me feel very bad when I squirt it even in the middle of sex he will just stop and get angry that I mess up the entire bed."




I'll immediately get dried even with how slippery I feel. The last arguments we had he drop me off at my place and decided to kiss me, one thing lead to the other he touched me down..READ MORE...

How can i stop this sweetest taboo


Good evening joro, i how can i stop sleeping with my girlfriend's friend, she is hot and always available. Her office is close to my place. Im an architect and works from home.




She comes to my house to use my toilet claiming that so many ppl uses their office toilet. And anytime she come we must make love.. joro "make love" is an understatement.

She fVcks the hell out of me and tells me to take it easy with my girlfriend when she comes over.. she is from owerri and very brilliant, uses classes as if she no dey sin.




Joro if u see her hips and waist, lord have mercy. Joro, becos of this mad sex i cant summon courage to propose to my girl..

My girl is beautiful, rich but is very shy. Whenever i want to go down on her she would lift my head and that is that.




But this her friend seats on my face and and rolls..READ MORE..

tiswell:
You wrote like a renounced cult member.

No, he wrote like someone that was rejected by the group. He actually got the offices wrong. The number 1 doesn't put on Black, neither does the chief priest wear red. He mumbled things up

GreenArrow1:
Lol. His chief priest is right there beside him with the number 7 axe symbol boldly printed on his red dress. Quite funny.

Lol that's not the chief priest, the CP doesn't put on Red

He told me to stop shaving my kpekus..he said he likes it bushy

Good day.. More grace boss..my name is Tomisin Last December I had sex with an IJGB....I'm not gonna lie,it was good..tho he is married with kids...

Sincerely,1 never regretted doing it_he has gone bk to d states tho bt still sends me money and gifts..and I'm enjoying d whole thing.




I then noticed he is a jealous person,fond of calling me on video call and all diz yeye stalking...dat is not even me problem..the real problem now is that he told me to stop shaving...




l really don't understand..) shouldn't shave me kpekus,it's my kpekus 000..he said he likes it bushy, like so so bushy, bcux d if there is no hair, d puZZy is..READ MORE..