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LONELY WIFE PART 1
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The day was hot, the harmattan was over
and the heat came out with a vengeance. Not
a breeze was blowing and the sun beat down
mercilessly to bring the temperature up well
over bearing point.
I am Bukky DaSilva, thirty years old and
married to Shola DaSilva an engineer with
one of the multinational oil firms in the
country. I am what you would call a ‘’Trophy
Wife’’. I am well endowed with a body
statistics of 44-32-44. Large b0s0m and large
hips and a beautiful face. I had always liked
s*x and began having my fill of it in my
teens. Being married to Shola was icing on
the cake as it meant I had no need to work
and all the means to enjoy my lusts and
fantasies.
?I lay, Unclad on the couch, on the verandah
of my luxurious apartment in Ikoyi, with only
a small rechargeable fan blowing warm air
over me as there was no electricity and I was
too languid to put on the generating set. I
longed for coolness, but because I was
rubbing my hands over my s*xy** body, I
was only making myself hotter.
I wished that Shola, my husband, would walk
in and catch me at my solitary game and get
Hot enough to want to F**K me right there
in the living room with the curtains opened
and the neighbours watching. I wasn’t just
Hot — I was a bit of an exhibitionist too.
The longer I thought of Shola and how he
looked with no clothing on and a hard on
that he needed to stick up inside of me, the
worse I wanted to Pour.
The only problem was that Shola had been
transferred to an overseas position and he
wouldn’t be available to scratch that itch way
up inside of me for several months.
I sighed in longing for him — or for any guy
who wanted to F**K. My whole body seemed
inflamed and I needed release but realized
that I would have to adjust to not getting la!d
whenever I wanted.
I sat on the side of the couch and caught a
view of myself in the big mirror. The
reflection that I saw was one of a tall woman,
big boned but slender with legs that were
long; sitting with them spread apart I looked
at my own cunt and felt myself getting
hotter.
I appraised my b0s0m and thought to myself
that for a woman of thirty I was in pretty
damn good shape. My full b0s0m stood
straight out from my well-toned body and the
Tips were large and dark with the taut Tips
sticking upward. As I thrust my back
forward, my tits pointed straight up and I
was pleased with the picture of myself in the
mirror.
I scooted forward to sit right at the edge of
the couch and then I spread my legs as far
apart as I could get them. Sitting there, in the
most revealing position I could get in and still
look at myself, I knew that I would have to
relieve myself.
I needed a F**K desperately but since one
was not available to me, i felt I would go
crazy if I didn’t finger F**K myself. I hadn’t
played with myself since i was a girl because
I’d had plenty boyfriends along the way who
took care of my needs. And then Shola was
the answer to my prayers as he was not only
wealthy, he was handsome, well -endowed
and as Hot as me. It was a match made in
lust heaven.
I sat and thought for a moment about Shola
and his big J0yst!ck. The image that came to
my mind was not of Shola and me but of him
alone. I saw in my mental image my husband
lying Unclad by the pool jacking off, the way
we had met, and the image served only to
make my need for relief even more.
?My lust had gotten the better of me at just
thinking of my husband’s massive J0yst!ck
jacking off to the sight of me fingering myself
and I began to slide my hands up and down
my Unclad body as I automatically began to
squirm and respond to the touch of my own
hand.
When I brought one hand to play with my
already erect Tips, the other one went
naturally to my dripping cunt. While I
manipulated the Tips with one hand, I began
to slide my finger in and out of my wet K!
ttyC@t. Immediately the heat in me increased
and I began to ooze the magic fluid in
abundance.
As hot juices were seeping from my s*x
hungry cunt, I changed the finger Bleeping
from a single finger to two, then three and
finally all four fingers were bunched together
and I was sliding most of their entire length
in and out with full strength.
The hand that was working over my tits was
hot and dry and even though it stimulated
me, I remembered to lick her fingers and
leave them slimy with my own spit, then
when I began to sq££ze and knead that
sensitive tissue, the hot wetness from my
own mouth added to the wonderful feelings.
My need for J0yst!ck was so great that I
splashed cunt juices all over the couch as I
came loudly.
The combination of my own fantasy, that of
my Unclad husband jacking himself off by
the pool, the fact that I was watching my
solo performance in the mirror and my true
physical need to come all combined to rush
me into a powerful climax.

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LEGEND OF THE bleepers PART 1
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S£X AND TEENAGERS
Children’s day was celebrated this week.
I did my morning routine as usual; dressing
up for work and wondering why the federal
government didn’t declare the day a public
holiday. It would have saved me the stress of
going to work today, and would have made
my girl stay back and not rush off back to
school. She had come to spend the weekend
with me, like she does most times. She had
to go back to school for Monday morning
lectures, and I will be alone again until
another two weeks or so.
I rushed through the morning headlines with
my phone, and read about the first lady’s
speech about ending teenage pregnancy and
educating the girl child.
The headline struck me and I had to read the
full speech. It was a nice speech, articulate
and full of bright ideas and solutions. It
addressed the problems of the girl-child;
kicking against teenage pregnancy. The
article tried to discourage teenage s*x,
highlighting the dangers therein.
But I noticed something was amidst; either
ignorantly or knowingly – the teenage girl
was painted as being venerable, naïve and
pliable. I believe the article seek to address
girls within the age limit of thirteen to
nineteen; these are the teenage girls, most of
which are still at senior secondary schools,
while some are either trying to gain
admission into the higher institutes or are
freshers at higher institutes.
Reading the article that morning, I began to
see areas where the article erred and where it
needed amendment.
Either the media and publicity crew of the
first lady were myopic, or they were trying so
hard to pass out a wrong message. They
made the teenage girl look innocent and
naïve; like they were victims of a harsh
machismo. The truth, as it was not
represented on that speech was that most of
these teenage girls are eager to experiment
with s*x. They are far more exposed than we
would want to agree. Some of them have
engaged in so much s*x-capades that the
experience they’ve garnered from such
adventures will make a full-grown adult
blush.
As I read through her speech that morning, I
recalled my experience with a teenager; not
just one teenager, but two.
The crazy things we do! I thought to myself.
There are stuffs I wasn’t proud of, there are
those I would love to erase totally. Inasmuch
as I felt it was wrong, it was one of the most
memorable s*x-capade I’ve had.
Not-too-long Ago. . .
I came across a lot of teenagers during my
service year. I was doing a part time with an
all Girl’s secondary school, and I was
teaching their senior students Further Maths
and Technical Drawing. I saw it as normal
when the girls became close to me. The
principal had earlier explained to me that the
school had found it difficult to get a F/maths
teacher ever since the last corper finished his
service year. The students were very willing
to learn, and soon, I developed a cordial
relationship with them. I ensured I maintained
the relationship at a cordial level, but it
seems it was an impossible deal. Staying
alone at the science lab where I used as my
office, the students gather around me using
one pretense or the other; mostly for me to
help solve one problem or the other for them
in relation to their studies. When the cordial
relationship I had with them started
becoming an object of controversy as most
of them skipped classes just to stay with me
at the lab, I started removing myself from
them. I relocated my office to the staff room
and came to the lab only when it was time for
my classes.
But I had already built a strong rapport with
the head girl; Omore. She was almost the
prettiest in the school; and she was the
principal’s daughter; and the head-girl of the
school.
I have a weakness for smart and intelligent
girls, this was how I became endeared to
Omore. She asked intelligent questions, she
hardly misuses her time. She’s always
bringing one case or problem for me to help
her solve, either in mathematics, physics,
chemistry, f/maths and other sciences;
except Biology of course, which was my
worst subject.
Even while I relocated to the staff room,
Omore didn’t decline in coming to my corner,
with calculator, textbooks and jotter. Of
course the teachers spied on us, but soon
lost interest as it was crystal clear that we
were solving problems.
When the teacher, whose desk and corner I
was occupying temporarily at the staff room
returned from her maternity leave, it was
imminent that I had to return to the lab.
Returning to the lab made the students to
start coming closer to me once more, but this
time around, I was stricter.
I told some of them off and told them to
come only on break time. But it was almost
impossible to stay away from Omore. After I
had returned to the lab, we started staying
together more often.
Other students wondered why I don’t tell her
off the way I used to do to them, and soon, it
was concluded that I was her boyfriend, and
they let us be; all of them but one; Sandra
Ekhana!
Sandra was an arts students so she normally
doesn’t have a reason to be at the lab. I took
notice of her during the march-pass
rehearsals for the October 1st independence
day march-pass. We, the corpers at the
school were given the mandate to train the
school’s marching team and prep them for
the upcoming event. So we did our rehearsals
during break time. She was the head of the
marching team, and was good at it; so I
made her the commander.
Sandra looked a bit older than her mates.
She had well-advanced features; full
bossoms, round hips, big thighs that you can
almost see her stretch marks at a glance.
She was very direct in speech and acts a lot
matured. I noticed something about her too;
she was sexually active; very active!
It wasn’t rocket science. After few days of
being familiar at the marching ground, we
became a bit closer. She started coming to
the lab once in a while; and most times,
would demand that I buy things for her for
the break.
Omore noticed the new enemy encroaching
into her territory and decided to protect her
territory from the alien intruder. One
afternoon, she told me some things about
Sandra; things I didn’t find hard to believe;
things I had noticed earlier.
“Sandra is a sl.ut.” she told me one
afternoon.
I pretended to be surprised at this. I knew
Sandra was sexually active, but didn’t believe
she was a s*x-freak; I believed Omore was
just exaggerating issues.
“She sleeps with guys in town. I even heard
that those mallams beside the mosque sleeps
with her.” She said. It was obvious she was
trying hard to paint Sandra in a bad light. In
her innocent mind, exposing those flirtatious
attitudes of her rival will make me abhor her;
she was wrong.
Her expository remarks of Sandra made me
more keen to get a piece of action.
“I also heard she sleeps with two guys at the
same time, and uses her mouth on them. . .”
she said, blushing at the comments she just
made.
She couldn’t garner the courage to use the
word “blow-j.o.b”.
Her comments about Sandra did not
discourage me from her, rather, it made me
excited whenever I saw Sandra; that was how
my evil mind started making fantasies;
wondering how it will be to get a piece of her
ar’se.
My emotions must have betrayed me one of
such days as I sat talking with Sandra. I was
so lost in my fantasies, staring blankly on her
bossoms, wondering how it will be when
those uniforms are let loose; I could almost
see the hard Tips thru the clothes like my
eyes were fitted with x-rays.
She noticed what was happening. It was easy
for her as my dckkk was already pushing
hard on my jean trousers. When, all of a
sudden I got a hold of myself, I saw her
staring down on the thick bulge in-between
my legs. I used the text book to cover the
bulge, out of reflex and she laughed. I was
embarrassed, but didn’t try to cover my
shame. I gradually removed the text book as
she rested her eyes once more on the bulge
on my trousers, using one hand to cover her
mouth in mockery, like she was about
screaming.
“Woww!!!” she exclaimed.
“What?” I asked smiling.
“It looks huge!” she said, then started
laughing.
“Uncle we have furthermaths!!” The ss1 class
captain called from the window. I didn’t know
it was time for end of break. Ss1 students
were not allowed into the lab, so I taught
them in their class. I told the captain I was
coming and she left.
I needed to arrange my dkk before it
embarrasses me further.
“Oya! Bad girl! Go back to your class!” I said
to Sandra as she continued her laughter.
“You need to poor cold water on it!” she
teased me. I reached for my cain and she ran
to her classroom. . .
When Sandra volunteered to come to my
house during the weekend, I agreed.
I didn’t give it a second thought. I had been
battling with myself all week after the
episode at the lab. Seems my mind was split
into two; each opposing the other on the idea
of inviting her over. I kept arguing with
myself over the week, trying hard to resist the
temptation of inviting her over. Deep down in
me, I felt it was wrong, although my spirit
was willing, the flesh was weak; so weak that
I feared what I might not stand the
temptation. I was right, I couldn’t stand it.
I made a solemn declaration; that I wasn’t
going to invite her to my house. I insisted to
myself that I was going to stand firm to my
decision.
Then she asked, and I said she can come!
Damn me! I thought to myself.
Not your fault, she invited herself, you didn’t.-
said the loud voice in my head.
I had to agree with it.
I asked how she was going to make it, since
she lived with her parents. She said her
cousin schools at the polytechnic, and that
she usually spends some days or weekend
with her.
The night she was supposed to come, I was
not around. I had gone on an impromptu
outing with my neighbor and her friends. She
had invited me to her birthday which I
missed; and to make up for it, I proposed to
take her out together with her friends that
same evening. So when Sandra called, I was
at the joint. I managed to pick the call and
told her I wasn’t around.
The next week at school, she told me how
disappointed she was. She said she had
already perfected her lies and plans and it
worked, only for me not to be around.
I didn’t border explaining stuffs for her. I had
a bitter experience with my neighbor and her
roommate that weekend. I slept with their
friend after the outing with them that night,
and they wanted to tear the girl apart. It
caused a scene and I tried to handle the
matter maturely.
After the incidence, I started losing interest in
Sandra. She must have noticed it as she
stopped coming to me often. I started telling
her off and resumed spending quality time
with Omore. Finally, the weaker part of me
was winning the war; the spirit is becoming
stronger than the flesh: Allelujah!!!
Omore knew I was recently close to Sandra.
She asked why I was detesting her all of a
sudden and I told her I wasn’t detesting
Sandra. She looked at me like she doesn’t
believe what I told her.
“Its normal for guys to detest girls after
sleeping with them.” She said. Her comment
caught me off-guard. She actually thought I
slept with Sandra and as had dumped her.
“My mum told me that anytime a guy sleeps
with you, he takes back his missing rib from
you and will have no need for you again.”
She said to me, this time around, I was
dumbfounded. I wanted to deny sleeping with
Sandra but I couldn’t. I opened my mouth,
but nothing came out.
“Why do guys act like that?” she asked.
I blinked twice in quick succession like
something just fell into my eyes. She was
really sure I had slept with Sandra.
“Who told you I slept with Sandra?” I finally
managed to ask her.
“It’s the gist in the network.” She said to me.
By network, she meant the cycle of gossips
going around the school. If I and Sandra had
made the morning gossip network of the Girls
secondary school, there was no way I was
going to prove I didn’t do it. They believed in
their gossips so much. But I managed to
deny the accusation, not that I expected her
to believe me, but for the record.
“I didn’t sleep with Sandra.” I told her. “And
what your mum told you about guys is just
another way of discouraging you from guys
and s*x.” I concluded.
“But she is right, look at you and Sandra
now. . .”
Oh boy! This was a lost cause! I gave up.
“I will never let any boy treat me like that, I
will keep myself to my husband and to my
husband alone.” She proclaimed.
“You’re a virgin?” I blurted out. It was a
stupid question to ask, after seeing all the
signs.
“yes, of course. And I’m keeping myself to
my future husband!” she proclaimed, with
shoulders high, and a satisfactory smile.
Then I said something stupid, more stupid
than the previous question.
“Virginity is not dignity, dignity of a woman is
in her heart, and not in-between her legs.” I
said rudely to her. I was angry, angered by
the way she was trying to slant other non-
virgins, I wanted to burst her bubble. I should
have let her carry on her shoulders high, I
should have let her believe in what she
believed in. She looked at me like she
couldn’t believe her ears; like all she believed
to be true had just been proven false by me.
“d..don’t you w.waant to.. to… to marry a
ve..vee…virgin?” she stuttered as she asked.
“For what?” I shrugged my shoulders.
“I have better things to do on my honeymoon
than nurse a wound from a virgin. I intend to
enjoy my honeymoon, not nurse a wound
from a virgin who had become sore.”I said
and walked away from the lab, leaving her
staring blankly on the desk.
When she met me the following day, she
looked sober. After minutes of light talks, I
asked what was bordering her. She chewed
her pen for some minutes before opening up
to me.
“I want to lose my virginity. . .”
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MY LITTLE SISTER AND ME PART 1 .
Not that little,she is 3 years my junior but sexually way out ahead of me I found out. ———————————— Just another day really. I appeared home in the usual manner except it was a couple of hours early. The reason was I needed to masterbate,so I snuk off early I was that desperate. This was I reckoned because a boy I knew broke me in the night before and it was Shtt compared to what I had expected it to be. Yeah he’d shot his Pour in me but no he hadn’t made me orgasm. Selfish bastard,or was he just useless at Bleeping – So as I said I needed an orgasm and that’s where I was heading,or so my plan thought! Home,house all quiet – Good,up our bedroom,panty’s off and masterbate,finishing with mum’s Love Machine. Must remember to wash it off before putting it back in her room. I forgot the wash it last time! So dumping my outdoor kit as I go I head for the bedroom that I share with my younger sister. Reason we are 3 years different is we have another sister in between, – prizzy cow she is,thinks she’s gods gift to boy’s. She of course had to have the ‘on my own room’ just as well really,at least us other two both masterbate. Bet her’s is healed up already! Enough for now about her. This is the nub of my plan. On getting to the bedroom and trying to push the door open,there was an unexpected resistence. Pushing a bit harder,the door gave some,enough to stick my head in to see why the door was stiff. “Oh,its only you,you gave me the shits for a second,I thought it was mum” – Young sister was sat on the floor,pink faced and with her legs apart in a Vee. As I glanced her hand had gone between her thighs obviously pressing her dress bottom down flat to the floor. But more to the point,our Cuddles, the dog looking up with his head flat against the floor,his tail swinging slowly in recognition it was me. With eye up in his skull and over to my direction had a very guilty look as did my sister. . click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com/2017/06/13/little-sister-part-1/

nice story, a must read

nice story, a must read

MY LITTLE SISTER AND ME PART 1 .
Not that little,she is 3 years my junior but sexually way out ahead of me I found out. ———————————— Just another day really. I appeared home in the usual manner except it was a couple of hours early. The reason was I needed to masterbate,so I snuk off early I was that desperate. This was I reckoned because a boy I knew broke me in the night before and it was Shtt compared to what I had expected it to be. Yeah he’d shot his Pour in me but no he hadn’t made me orgasm. Selfish bastard,or was he just useless at Bleeping – So as I said I needed an orgasm and that’s where I was heading,or so my plan thought! Home,house all quiet – Good,up our bedroom,panty’s off and masterbate,finishing with mum’s Love Machine. Must remember to wash it off before putting it back in her room. I forgot the wash it last time! So dumping my outdoor kit as I go I head for the bedroom that I share with my younger sister. Reason we are 3 years different is we have another sister in between, – prizzy cow she is,thinks she’s gods gift to boy’s. She of course had to have the ‘on my own room’ just as well really,at least us other two both masterbate. Bet her’s is healed up already! Enough for now about her. This is the nub of my plan. On getting to the bedroom and trying to push the door open,there was an unexpected resistence. Pushing a bit harder,the door gave some,enough to stick my head in to see why the door was stiff. “Oh,its only you,you gave me the shits for a second,I thought it was mum” – Young sister was sat on the floor,pink faced and with her legs apart in a Vee. As I glanced her hand had gone between her thighs obviously pressing her dress bottom down flat to the floor. But more to the point,our Cuddles, the dog looking up with his head flat against the floor,his tail swinging slowly in recognition it was me. With eye up in his skull and over to my direction had a very guilty look as did my sister. . click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com/2017/06/13/little-sister-part-1/

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DOCTOR VS NURSE VS PATIENTS (18+)
PART 1
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She unzipped her uniform, and it slipped off
her shoulders. I was mesmerized by the sight
of her succulent bôobs, standing up with the
pointed Tips. She walked towards my bed
and I didn’t hesitate to sU-Ck those big black
tips, while playing with them with my tongue.
Meanwhile I was busy grabbing her big arse,
massaging it, and I knew she was enjoying
it…..
I however slipped two fingers into her wet
pucci, playing with her cl!t, and she was
seriously m0an!ng like a dog on heat (hey,
she was a b?tch). She was seriously giving
off ringtones and didn’t hesitate to zip down
my jeans and grab my rock-hard anaconda….
And she bent down and slipped it into her
mouth, and she sU-Cked it and Licked it, and
it made my brain spin….
I couldn’t take it any longer, I slammed her
onto the bed, spread her legs apart, and
logged in the USB into the hub, pounding it
like iyan…..
“Oh, doctor, oh please don’t stop, yeah baby,
oh yeah babeeeyyy”
And suddenly…..
“Doctor lagusta, wake up ooo, your patient is
convulsing again ooo”
Oh good lord, so it was all a dream…..
I quickly checked to see if I wasn’t wet…..
I got up, washed my face, made sure my
erect prick was flaccid again, and I stepped
out of the call room….
“Yes matron, what is it again”
“Mrs bebeto is convulsing again ooo”
“Okay okay, I have heard”….
I had to start another regimen of magnesium
sulphate for this 7month pregnant patient
with ecclampsia…..
We wanted to try and stabilize her until the
baby is at least eight months, before we
bring it out ourselves….
I checked the time, it was 2am…. I just had to
stay with her till morning.
Being a house officer isn’t easy, as a junior
doctor, you are the first on call, you do all the
work, and you leave the hospital dejected,
sunken and scawny, with no babes to fvck….
The next morning, with little sleep, I had to
attend the morning review….
My registrar was a very lazy, and very dull
doctor, in fact I didn’t know how he passed
through medical school….
He was just giving me tough assignments to
do; chasing blood samples, checking vital
signs, urinary output, all that crap….
And those big-assed nurses didn’t help
matters too…..
Until I had to go to the post-natal ward….
And while I was checking the blood pressure
of a patient…..
“Hello, I want to use the
sphygmomanometer”
I looked up and saw a dark-skinned nurse,
not too fine joor….
“As you can see, I’m using it, so u have to
wait”
“Please be fast, I want to use it” she scoffed
rudely….
I was like “what’s wrong with this ugly brat”
I used style to sample her; her bôobs were
just average, but as she turned to walk back
to the nurses station, her yansh was the ish…
It was bouncing and jiggling under her nearly
transparent White uniform, and yeah she
wasn’t wearing p@nties….
I knew this was an advertisement, but I ain’t
got time for all of that, at least for now….
So i handed it over to her, she took it without
looking at me, and I left
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DOCTOR VS NURSE VS PATIENTS (18+)
PART 1
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She unzipped her uniform, and it slipped off
her shoulders. I was mesmerized by the sight
of her succulent bôobs, standing up with the
pointed Tips. She walked towards my bed
and I didn’t hesitate to sU-Ck those big black
tips, while playing with them with my tongue.
Meanwhile I was busy grabbing her big arse,
massaging it, and I knew she was enjoying
it…..
I however slipped two fingers into her wet
pucci, playing with her cl!t, and she was
seriously m0an!ng like a dog on heat (hey,
she was a b?tch). She was seriously giving
off ringtones and didn’t hesitate to zip down
my jeans and grab my rock-hard anaconda….
And she bent down and slipped it into her
mouth, and she sU-Cked it and Licked it, and
it made my brain spin….
I couldn’t take it any longer, I slammed her
onto the bed, spread her legs apart, and
logged in the USB into the hub, pounding it
like iyan…..
“Oh, doctor, oh please don’t stop, yeah baby,
oh yeah babeeeyyy”
And suddenly…..
“Doctor lagusta, wake up ooo, your patient is
convulsing again ooo”
Oh good lord, so it was all a dream…..
I quickly checked to see if I wasn’t wet…..
I got up, washed my face, made sure my
erect prick was flaccid again, and I stepped
out of the call room….
“Yes matron, what is it again”
“Mrs bebeto is convulsing again ooo”
“Okay okay, I have heard”….
I had to start another regimen of magnesium
sulphate for this 7month pregnant patient
with ecclampsia…..
We wanted to try and stabilize her until the
baby is at least eight months, before we
bring it out ourselves….
I checked the time, it was 2am…. I just had to
stay with her till morning.
Being a house officer isn’t easy, as a junior
doctor, you are the first on call, you do all the
work, and you leave the hospital dejected,
sunken and scawny, with no babes to fvck….
The next morning, with little sleep, I had to
attend the morning review….
My registrar was a very lazy, and very dull
doctor, in fact I didn’t know how he passed
through medical school….
He was just giving me tough assignments to
do; chasing blood samples, checking vital
signs, urinary output, all that crap….
And those big-assed nurses didn’t help
matters too…..
Until I had to go to the post-natal ward….
And while I was checking the blood pressure
of a patient…..
“Hello, I want to use the
sphygmomanometer”
I looked up and saw a dark-skinned nurse,
not too fine joor….
“As you can see, I’m using it, so u have to
wait”
“Please be fast, I want to use it” she scoffed
rudely….
I was like “what’s wrong with this ugly brat”
I used style to sample her; her bôobs were
just average, but as she turned to walk back
to the nurses station, her yansh was the ish…
It was bouncing and jiggling under her nearly
transparent White uniform, and yeah she
wasn’t wearing p@nties….
I knew this was an advertisement, but I ain’t
got time for all of that, at least for now….
So i handed it over to her, she took it without
looking at me, and I left
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Oh my goodness

HOUSE OF SECRETS PART 1
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There is a house on Maryland Street, Cross
River State.
It has a blue roof and its body is painted
milky white.
This house is built on Secrets.
*****
My father had just died three months earlier,
his body was not yet la!d to rest, this was
because we had no money.
“Poverty is a sin, how can he still roam this
earth when he’d departed long ago”?
Mama cried and wiped her eyes with the
edges of her old wrapper.
” Mama, you need to pull yourself together,
there would be a way out, just believe in
God” I tried to console her. I hated the way
we were, the way we lived, like rats caved in
a hole, we were as poor as that but that
never wavered my dreams, I had made up !y
mind to conquer poverty, and thati could only
achieve through education.
“I doubt if there is a way out of this one
Ajunwa, there is no way, no one is here to
help us, all your uncles have abandoned
their brother’s body to rot, I doubt if there is
a way out of this one” she sobbed louder.
I cried along with her, she was right, there
was no way out. I had finished secondary
school five years back, yet there was no
money for me to further my education. I had
hoped to find myself a job, but it was difficult
finding one talk more of keeping it for a long
while.
“Mama, I will find a way out of this” I
inhaled deeply. I knew my mother would
object to the idea, but that was all I could do
to help her and my five little younger ones.
My best friend, Joy, had spoken to me about
it. Unlike myself, Joy was already in her final
year at the University of Calabar, under the
sponsorship of her wealthy Uncle whom I
was to work for.
“What way ehn? What way Ajunwa? I would
never allow you go into prostitution to save
this family” she sat upright and stared
deeply at me.
“No mother, it isn’t prostitution” I replied
calmly.
“Then what”? She arched her brow.
” I want to be a maid” I replied quietly, that
was the only thing I could think of.
***
“He is gone, they are all gone” Nelson
rushed into his Madam’s bedroom, his boss’
wife was a very beautiful woman and he
found himself to be very lucky to have her as
his girlfriend.
He was a graduate of Mass Communication,
he had searched for a job for more than two
years, he got tired of searching and decided
to find gimslef something doing, that was
how he became Pastor Ita’s personal driver.
“Are you sure”? The beautiful Mrs Helen Ita
asked her lover.
” Yes, he left with the church driver’ Nelson
nodded eagerly, he couldn’t wait to devour
her body.
Helen Ita was in her mid forties but she
looked nothing like forty, though she had
mature kids, she still looked very young. She
was not !much of a tall woman but she had
a flawless and radiant milky white skin, well
rounded hips and large breasts and a face to
die for.
[B] “So what are you going to do to me
today”? Helen winked and dragged Nelson’s
slender body into her arms. She had grown
to love him, though he was younger than she
was, he made her feel young again, not her
fanatic husband who had no time for his
family but the church.
” I want to make you Pour, then I’ll lick you
all over again” he dragged her lips with his
teeth, she groaned and yanked his shirt off
him, revealing a nest of dark hairs, Nelson
was not just a good lover, he was a cute
one.
“I love you” Helen whispered to him.
“I love you too” he replied and lifted her to
the bed. They didn’t usually make love in her
matrimonial bed, she had designated a
special room for that.
He caressed her neck for some minute, then
his mouth fell on her tits while his hands
rubbed her honeyed hips.
“Awwwww baby” Helen groaned as he
pleasured her.
His hands decided to explore her beautiful
body further, they found a place beneath her
abdomen, where she was already dripping for
him.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside me” she
writhed as he touched her core with his
fingers.
“Me too” he parted her legs and was ready
to plunge in, when something fell down from
the cupboard and she screamed as they both
found a decaying human hand.
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HOUSE OF SECRETS PART 1
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There is a house on Maryland Street, Cross
River State.
It has a blue roof and its body is painted
milky white.
This house is built on Secrets.
*****
My father had just died three months earlier,
his body was not yet la!d to rest, this was
because we had no money.
“Poverty is a sin, how can he still roam this
earth when he’d departed long ago”?
Mama cried and wiped her eyes with the
edges of her old wrapper.
” Mama, you need to pull yourself together,
there would be a way out, just believe in
God” I tried to console her. I hated the way
we were, the way we lived, like rats caved in
a hole, we were as poor as that but that
never wavered my dreams, I had made up !y
mind to conquer poverty, and thati could only
achieve through education.
“I doubt if there is a way out of this one
Ajunwa, there is no way, no one is here to
help us, all your uncles have abandoned
their brother’s body to rot, I doubt if there is
a way out of this one” she sobbed louder.
I cried along with her, she was right, there
was no way out. I had finished secondary
school five years back, yet there was no
money for me to further my education. I had
hoped to find myself a job, but it was difficult
finding one talk more of keeping it for a long
while.
“Mama, I will find a way out of this” I
inhaled deeply. I knew my mother would
object to the idea, but that was all I could do
to help her and my five little younger ones.
My best friend, Joy, had spoken to me about
it. Unlike myself, Joy was already in her final
year at the University of Calabar, under the
sponsorship of her wealthy Uncle whom I
was to work for.
“What way ehn? What way Ajunwa? I would
never allow you go into prostitution to save
this family” she sat upright and stared
deeply at me.
“No mother, it isn’t prostitution” I replied
calmly.
“Then what”? She arched her brow.
” I want to be a maid” I replied quietly, that
was the only thing I could think of.
***
“He is gone, they are all gone” Nelson
rushed into his Madam’s bedroom, his boss’
wife was a very beautiful woman and he
found himself to be very lucky to have her as
his girlfriend.
He was a graduate of Mass Communication,
he had searched for a job for more than two
years, he got tired of searching and decided
to find gimslef something doing, that was
how he became Pastor Ita’s personal driver.
“Are you sure”? The beautiful Mrs Helen Ita
asked her lover.
” Yes, he left with the church driver’ Nelson
nodded eagerly, he couldn’t wait to devour
her body.
Helen Ita was in her mid forties but she
looked nothing like forty, though she had
mature kids, she still looked very young. She
was not !much of a tall woman but she had
a flawless and radiant milky white skin, well
rounded hips and large breasts and a face to
die for.
[B] “So what are you going to do to me
today”? Helen winked and dragged Nelson’s
slender body into her arms. She had grown
to love him, though he was younger than she
was, he made her feel young again, not her
fanatic husband who had no time for his
family but the church.
” I want to make you Pour, then I’ll lick you
all over again” he dragged her lips with his
teeth, she groaned and yanked his shirt off
him, revealing a nest of dark hairs, Nelson
was not just a good lover, he was a cute
one.
“I love you” Helen whispered to him.
“I love you too” he replied and lifted her to
the bed. They didn’t usually make love in her
matrimonial bed, she had designated a
special room for that.
He caressed her neck for some minute, then
his mouth fell on her tits while his hands
rubbed her honeyed hips.
“Awwwww baby” Helen groaned as he
pleasured her.
His hands decided to explore her beautiful
body further, they found a place beneath her
abdomen, where she was already dripping for
him.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside me” she
writhed as he touched her core with his
fingers.
“Me too” he parted her legs and was ready
to plunge in, when something fell down from
the cupboard and she screamed as they both
found a decaying human hand.
.
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kudos, mature story

kudos, mature story

ACTION IN CALABAR (18+) PART 1
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Fred
Life as a struggling actor can be frustrating
which clearly explains the meaning of
struggle.
Those days you go hungry just so you get
transport fare for auditions, those demeaning
things one had to do to make career ends
meet, no cash was coming in but the joy of
doing what you love maximized the utility I
craved for.
I studied Theater Arts in the prestigious
university of Ibadan, took numerous courses
in the field of film and Cinematography and
also acquired some skill in practical by
joining various drama groups. knowledge
wise, I am rich, and I’ve been told countless
times that I am the future of moving pictures
and it is better in my hands than anyone.
Despite my formidable CV in the theater
world, I still haven’t gotten my big break, the
industry does not know me, I have been in
front of cameras but not with ace directors
or the big cakes in the industry, so many free
jobs I did to just send my name out there to
someone who will love me enough to believe
in me.
This wait of mine is five years and it has
start to mess with my being, I kept on going
but instead of getting what I want, i got the
flip side of the coin, offers were coming but
as a lecturer!
This was good news to people around me
but It wasn’t to me, it made me feel like I
never will live that life I dream of daily, my
mother managed to convince me, saying it
could be a blessing in disguise and I should
see it more as an encouragement and not a
curse.
My mom is a pastor and she knows how to
use to scripture to pass her message across,
I was pinned to the edge of my thoughts until
I start to reconsider being a lecturer in the
theater arts, over time; I started to convince
myself saying it is better than nothing.
I went through my emails on the eve of my
birthday; I went through the mails sent to me
by various institution, i weighed them and I
considered the University of Calabar and the
University of Abuja, both attractive and the
pay was reasonable, first; I called the
University of Abuja and they told me the offer
was closed, the job have been given out. It
didn’t get me sad, instead I was irritated at
myself for thinking a job offered to me nine
months ago could still be available, I got
discouraged and didn’t call my second
option, until I was persuaded again by my
mother.
I called UNICAL and they confirmed to me
that the job was still very much available and
they have been praying I call. Reluctantly, I
told them I will join them as soon as I can. A
month later, after dangerous thoughts and
further persuasions from folks and friends, I
decided to go to Calabar, it seem to be where
God is for me.
Uduak
I am here packing up my bags to journey
back to Nigeria, my country but I am not sure
I can call it home. I have stayed here in the
United kingdom for twenty years, going back
is both exciting and depressing
simultaneously.
I thought of going there to learn in detail
about the culture and norms so as to project
it in moving pictures, it is my way of standing
distinct amidst the very competitive
environment I am in; theater arts is a big deal
here in the UK, so one need a strong and
formidable symbol that will single you out as
Unique. An excellent edge is needed.
After much deliberations, I was able to figure
that I have all I need within me, I just have to
harness the most potent factors to command
the results I seek. Nigeria my country have
over 200 ethnic groups with dynamic
cultures, distinctly different from each other,
the theater have not seen this and they have;
they have not seen it from my perspective.
I made a lot of findings, I picked my nativity
{Efik} as my focal point, It is going to be my
project. I have to show to the British filming
academy why they should love not just my
tribe but the other hundreds in the country.
This entails I will be transferring to the
university of Calabar for the next 18 months
to make my dreams come through.
I am excited about that, but the fact that I am
leaving my friends and folks here in London
to stay with an Aunt I last saw when I was
three was worrisome. I packed anyways and
in company of my folks, I made my way to
the airport. 13hrs flight journey was also
making me loose my cool but Its going to
worth the stress is the sentence I take solace
in.
After bidding farewell and little outside
cuddles, I moved towards the exit terminal to
join the plane, it was then the most
anticipated moment came to life, I wept for
no definitive reason. Board the plane with
feigned courage and strapped the fuvk up so
as to journey to Nigeria and also journey in
my thoughts for the next 13hrs.
Fred
After getting all the necessaries from the
school such as my plane ticket, I packed up
immediately. It is unprofessional to stall the
school and since I am now a staff, there is a
status-quo I must abide by..
I was given 72hrs to reach my place of work
as the Vice Chancellor wanted to see me. I
got the most available flight ticket to Calabar
which was the following day by 7pm. I got all
I thought I will need, and also went through
the contact proposed to me by the school
with my lawyer friend Ndifreke who also is a
native of Calabar. We perused rigorously the
60 pages contract and he affirmed it was
satisfactory and secure. I was gradually
getting comfortable with the lecturing job,
though it is mediocre but it is that half bread
our people say is better than nothing.

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