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I am nineteen. And yet to fu-Ck a girl. Yea,
you can begin screaming ‘WTF!’ all you want.
Well, that wouldn’t change a thing. Or would
it? Let’s get back to the real story now again,
shall we? Fine. So…I started seeing porn at
the age of thirteen. I was in High school then
and always asked my friends for their dirty
magazines. I loved women (…and still do of
course. Wonder how I shouldn’t when I ain’t
g@y) and was always attracted to more
matured ones (MILFs mostly). Even though I
craved to fu-Ck one day, I always never had
the courage to approach any girl who was
within my age bracket to ask her out. This
meant I would continue with endless
fantasies (…like Genevieve Nnaji giving me a
boob job. How silly though!), porn and
masturbation. By nineteen, I had developed
what was becoming one of the largest d!cks
for someone my age. My friends had always
talked about how large it was and even never
minded telling their girl friends. I was never
bothered too as I only found it pleasing and
largely a source of man pride. They claimed
the pecker had only gotten that big because I
started fu-Cking girls from a very tender age.
I knew better but I never told them how
wrong they were (they were duns after all).
Whenever we talked about sex, my
experiences with porn always looked to
substitute for me and over time, most of
them began asking me for a couple tips on
how they could please their girls. It was quite
hilarious! (…and you can see why I called
them d*ns. Haha)
The closest I had gotten to having sex was
with a visiting sister to a neighbor. As a
result of my area of training I somehow
became of help to the neighbor in question.
He always gave me little tasks to carry out
on his behalf of which he pays me for. I had
just gotten into my third year in the university
and I had a fair idea of what he always gave
me to do. It was on one of such assignments
that I got to meet Mary (now, not the mother
of that guy who died on the cross. This one
is quite not as innocent). She was far older
than myself. At least she was fifteen or
seventeen years ahead, and married. I had
gone to my neighbor’s place to carry out one
of the usual tasks who leaves me with only
to meet her at home. After introducing
myself, she allowed me in and soon we
became friends and got talking. Our
conversation was so vast that we soon
began talking about the consequences of
having lots of weight as human. It propped
up an argument as to which, men preferred
most. The fat or the slim. I said it was the
later of which she did not totally agree to and
I knew why. She was a bit plump but was
nonetheless married although without kids.
She tried presenting all her argue-facts and in
the attempt asked me if I knew what it was
like having a woman with lots of flesh in bed.
I answered like I had tried both of the two
sides before but that could not convince her.
Subsequently, she raised her flowing skirt
almost entirely up to her waist, revealing her
fleshy thighs. While she did so, she held onto
one of the thighs and asked me if I knew
what that succulent thigh meant to most
men. She tried emphasizing it by grabbing
onto the flesh there and bringing herself
closer to where I sat. All along I was smiling
but not aroused in anyway. And I still assume
she was equally not aroused in any way what
so ever. However, after she got as close as
she could manage, she urged me to feel the
flesh. Her skirt was still held to her hip by
one hand while the other grabbed the
underneath of the thigh in question. We both
were still joking and arguing about it at the
same time. I still had intentions of continuing
with the task for which I visited and all I
planned to do was settle the argument and
return to the work. When she repeated the
request, I laughed and told her she had too
much flesh and how I didn’t fancy it. To this,
she further asked me to feel her thighs and
that I never knew anything about plump
women. I responded by placing a hand on it,
telling her it made no difference on what I
felt and removed my hand. She rejected my
attempt and insisted I would do so again.
She even said I would have to try to grab the
thigh with both hands. I laughed and said it
was not necessary. She made a face and
said she never liked what I was doing. In
response, I succumbed and made to grab her
laps as suggested. However, mistakenly, as I
did so, I unintentionally dipped my right
fingers through the cut of her p@nties
thereby finding her crotch (and how I liked
the miracle!). She was partly damp there
which I felt was from sweat. But equally full
of curly hair. My other hand had held onto
the other side of her laps and was already
making a move to lift the enormous thing.
But with the right one right inside her
p@nties, everything paused. She did not utter
a word and even when I said I was sorry and
tried taking my hand away, she shut up her
thighs and caught my hands in between both
legs. I remained stuck. She pulled me
towards her and that brought my hands
straight to her wet p**sy opening. I only
made little additional effort and two finger
found their way into her yearning p**sy!
Unfortunately for her, we were only about to
get anything going when we suddenly heard a
knock on the door. This was followed by her
sister’s return. We had been alone all along.
My subsequent attempt to get this completed
was completely futile as I was told she left
the next day. Poor Danny! Really poor,
Danny!!
Now I only use that for my fantasies. I
always imagine myself completing the
process. Locating her p**sy with the same
fingers, fingering them and getting to pull off
her p@nties. This would be followed by either
my sU-Cking of her p**sy; which I see as my
most coveted desires; or giving her an
instant fu-Ck. Nonetheless, all this will keep
being fantasies and nothing more. Well, that
was about my closest attempt and as you
can see, if failed woefully. Now can we talk
about more important issues of life? Good.
I am the only son. And in a family of two
issues, it simply means I have just one sister.
Your daft head can’t just be telling you
otherwise! Cannot remember the last time
anyone had a transsexual for a sibling. At
least not in Nigeria. That aside anyway.
So…as I said, the other of my sibling is a girl.
A very pretty girl to say the least.
Unfortunately for everyone, this pretty girl
hardly stays home. She just graduated from
the university and got enlisted with a Runway
outfit (for those of you who have looked up
these last two words endlessly without
having a clue of what it means; simply think
of a super slim girl, on a super slim outfit, cat
walking down a ‘super slim’ alley. That
should do). She has always wanted to be a
model and how I was sure she fits in. She
has a body to die for. As for me, I will be
getting out of school as a fresh graduate by
the end of the current calendar year. I am
studying Physics in school. The same course
dad studied. Well…I am still some way from
being what he has become in this field. In
fact, he is currently a visiting professor at
Nottingham Trent University in the united
Kingdom and has been made a member of
many professional bodies. This was good for
the family but I seriously miss his parenting
although am aint complaining. I had not
chosen the course because of him or his
success like it is the case with most Nigerian
teenagers (Dad sells used bottles, so I wana
be a bottle dealer. Pheew!!). I love physics
and had long developed a big interest in it.
Now I will soon be getting out of school with
a degree in it. And trust me, I have never
sorted. At least not yet.
Now over to Mum. She is just great. I haven’t
said yours aint equally great. But I’m like;
mine is just great!! She is currently the
caretaker dad if you get what mean. She
works with a Finance Solutions company.
Studied Banking in a school in the U.S back
in the days and has maintained almost a
single job line for over two decades now. Her
coming from a wealthy family meant that she
would virtually achieve all she ever aspired
for except for having another male kid. That,
she could not get. Too bad. But I know I do
serve up in the absence of two. Like I said, I
aint asking for the assist of a transsexual
yet. She has been a wonderful mother and
hardly complains about my dad’s reoccurring
absence. Most times, when it appeared like
she was going to feel his absence, she would
look for her female friends to spend time
with. I pitied her at such times. I was not
getting enough p**sy; yea, true. But everyone
knows for sure that the case of someone who
has gotten so used to fu-Cking every day
really looks largely different. Now do not ask
me how I knew they always had it every day
when he was in. Wonder how many times
you would rather have it if you were dad or
mum. Spend the next half-hour finding an
answer.
Mum has a sister. Annarose by name. And
just like yourself, I have spent most part of
my miserable life thinking of what meaning
the name possibly had. yet, just like yourself
too, I haven’t figured out. I have never come
to understand what reasons grandpa and
grandma had for giving her such a name.
Those were meant to be two different name.
Type the names on MS word and you would
know how different. Unfortunately for me,
she still bears the name and she is by far,
my most favourite aunt from both dad and
mum’s sides. She is just sassy! A closest
definition of a bag of fun even though she is
currently in her early thirties. She has never
lost that impertinence we have known her for
and each time she visited, I never got tired of
her. She only just recently got married to
Uncle Dee Dee; another character of a guy
and they stay in Abuja. This has meant that I
only get to meet her fewer times a year.
However, Dee Dee currently completed a
business trip to France which meant
Annarose came close to suffering mum’s
kinda predicament. What gladdened my heart
though, was that, she made up her mind to
stay with us until her husband made it back.
Each time I remember this, I get so electrified!
It is a pity I have been telling you this story
without saying what day it is. Well, I am
kinda sorry about that. Today is a Monday
here. Do not know what date it is as you read
this story but, just try to think today is a
Monday. And yea, I also have not said who I
am. Well, I said a little about myself back
there but, let me kinda say more. I am Daniel
by name. I don’t think my surname is that
important. I don’t think. So I am Daniel. You
should call me Danny though. Just a way of
being benevolent and saving you the trauma
of stressfully calling out the real thing
continuously. Guess you usually end up very
aggravated whenever you opt for the later.
(Smiles). Well, I have just made up so feel
better. That said. So…I am an undergraduate
of Physics from the University of Nigeria. I
am Ibo although my mum is an Efik. I am tall.
Just a little shy of six feet. Handsome. Good-
looking. Although I don’t know how these
two are different. Rather athletic. Cannot
remember the last time I jogged around my
dad’s parking lot though, so I assume the
fitness is more like hereditary than developed.
I am light skinned but not fully fair. So kinda
in a fix on that one. I don’t have a girl. Now,
don’t ask me why. Just flow with the story.
After all, that is why you are reading it. You
can make the first move, if you are a girl
though. That aside. Thank you. I assume that
says it all for me. Or, am I forgetting
something? Oh! Okay, Just remembered; my
favourite colour is torques blue. How absurd
anyway. But that’s that. I also prefer girls
that are older than myself. Most especially
when they are in their late twenties or thirties.
Well, if you just stopped loving me because
of this last one, you can move one. Have
never complained about being disliked. No
hard feelings.
.
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http://naijanoisemakers.com/2017/03/08/aunty-anna-rose-part-1/

I am nineteen. And yet to fu-Ck a girl. Yea,
you can begin screaming ‘WTF!’ all you want.
Well, that wouldn’t change a thing. Or would
it? Let’s get back to the real story now again,
shall we? Fine. So…I started seeing porn at
the age of thirteen. I was in High school then
and always asked my friends for their dirty
magazines. I loved women (…and still do of
course. Wonder how I shouldn’t when I ain’t
g@y) and was always attracted to more
matured ones (MILFs mostly). Even though I
craved to fu-Ck one day, I always never had
the courage to approach any girl who was
within my age bracket to ask her out. This
meant I would continue with endless
fantasies (…like Genevieve Nnaji giving me a
boob job. How silly though!), porn and
masturbation. By nineteen, I had developed
what was becoming one of the largest d!cks
for someone my age. My friends had always
talked about how large it was and even never
minded telling their girl friends. I was never
bothered too as I only found it pleasing and
largely a source of man pride. They claimed
the pecker had only gotten that big because I
started fu-Cking girls from a very tender age.
I knew better but I never told them how
wrong they were (they were duns after all).
Whenever we talked about sex, my
experiences with porn always looked to
substitute for me and over time, most of
them began asking me for a couple tips on
how they could please their girls. It was quite
hilarious! (…and you can see why I called
them d*ns. Haha)
The closest I had gotten to having sex was
with a visiting sister to a neighbor. As a
result of my area of training I somehow
became of help to the neighbor in question.
He always gave me little tasks to carry out
on his behalf of which he pays me for. I had
just gotten into my third year in the university
and I had a fair idea of what he always gave
me to do. It was on one of such assignments
that I got to meet Mary (now, not the mother
of that guy who died on the cross. This one
is quite not as innocent). She was far older
than myself. At least she was fifteen or
seventeen years ahead, and married. I had
gone to my neighbor’s place to carry out one
of the usual tasks who leaves me with only
to meet her at home. After introducing
myself, she allowed me in and soon we
became friends and got talking. Our
conversation was so vast that we soon
began talking about the consequences of
having lots of weight as human. It propped
up an argument as to which, men preferred
most. The fat or the slim. I said it was the
later of which she did not totally agree to and
I knew why. She was a bit plump but was
nonetheless married although without kids.
She tried presenting all her argue-facts and in
the attempt asked me if I knew what it was
like having a woman with lots of flesh in bed.
I answered like I had tried both of the two
sides before but that could not convince her.
Subsequently, she raised her flowing skirt
almost entirely up to her waist, revealing her
fleshy thighs. While she did so, she held onto
one of the thighs and asked me if I knew
what that succulent thigh meant to most
men. She tried emphasizing it by grabbing
onto the flesh there and bringing herself
closer to where I sat. All along I was smiling
but not aroused in anyway. And I still assume
she was equally not aroused in any way what
so ever. However, after she got as close as
she could manage, she urged me to feel the
flesh. Her skirt was still held to her hip by
one hand while the other grabbed the
underneath of the thigh in question. We both
were still joking and arguing about it at the
same time. I still had intentions of continuing
with the task for which I visited and all I
planned to do was settle the argument and
return to the work. When she repeated the
request, I laughed and told her she had too
much flesh and how I didn’t fancy it. To this,
she further asked me to feel her thighs and
that I never knew anything about plump
women. I responded by placing a hand on it,
telling her it made no difference on what I
felt and removed my hand. She rejected my
attempt and insisted I would do so again.
She even said I would have to try to grab the
thigh with both hands. I laughed and said it
was not necessary. She made a face and
said she never liked what I was doing. In
response, I succumbed and made to grab her
laps as suggested. However, mistakenly, as I
did so, I unintentionally dipped my right
fingers through the cut of her p@nties
thereby finding her crotch (and how I liked
the miracle!). She was partly damp there
which I felt was from sweat. But equally full
of curly hair. My other hand had held onto
the other side of her laps and was already
making a move to lift the enormous thing.
But with the right one right inside her
p@nties, everything paused. She did not utter
a word and even when I said I was sorry and
tried taking my hand away, she shut up her
thighs and caught my hands in between both
legs. I remained stuck. She pulled me
towards her and that brought my hands
straight to her wet p**sy opening. I only
made little additional effort and two finger
found their way into her yearning p**sy!
Unfortunately for her, we were only about to
get anything going when we suddenly heard a
knock on the door. This was followed by her
sister’s return. We had been alone all along.
My subsequent attempt to get this completed
was completely futile as I was told she left
the next day. Poor Danny! Really poor,
Danny!!
Now I only use that for my fantasies. I
always imagine myself completing the
process. Locating her p**sy with the same
fingers, fingering them and getting to pull off
her p@nties. This would be followed by either
my sU-Cking of her p**sy; which I see as my
most coveted desires; or giving her an
instant fu-Ck. Nonetheless, all this will keep
being fantasies and nothing more. Well, that
was about my closest attempt and as you
can see, if failed woefully. Now can we talk
about more important issues of life? Good.
I am the only son. And in a family of two
issues, it simply means I have just one sister.
Your daft head can’t just be telling you
otherwise! Cannot remember the last time
anyone had a transsexual for a sibling. At
least not in Nigeria. That aside anyway.
So…as I said, the other of my sibling is a girl.
A very pretty girl to say the least.
Unfortunately for everyone, this pretty girl
hardly stays home. She just graduated from
the university and got enlisted with a Runway
outfit (for those of you who have looked up
these last two words endlessly without
having a clue of what it means; simply think
of a super slim girl, on a super slim outfit, cat
walking down a ‘super slim’ alley. That
should do). She has always wanted to be a
model and how I was sure she fits in. She
has a body to die for. As for me, I will be
getting out of school as a fresh graduate by
the end of the current calendar year. I am
studying Physics in school. The same course
dad studied. Well…I am still some way from
being what he has become in this field. In
fact, he is currently a visiting professor at
Nottingham Trent University in the united
Kingdom and has been made a member of
many professional bodies. This was good for
the family but I seriously miss his parenting
although am aint complaining. I had not
chosen the course because of him or his
success like it is the case with most Nigerian
teenagers (Dad sells used bottles, so I wana
be a bottle dealer. Pheew!!). I love physics
and had long developed a big interest in it.
Now I will soon be getting out of school with
a degree in it. And trust me, I have never
sorted. At least not yet.
Now over to Mum. She is just great. I haven’t
said yours aint equally great. But I’m like;
mine is just great!! She is currently the
caretaker dad if you get what mean. She
works with a Finance Solutions company.
Studied Banking in a school in the U.S back
in the days and has maintained almost a
single job line for over two decades now. Her
coming from a wealthy family meant that she
would virtually achieve all she ever aspired
for except for having another male kid. That,
she could not get. Too bad. But I know I do
serve up in the absence of two. Like I said, I
aint asking for the assist of a transsexual
yet. She has been a wonderful mother and
hardly complains about my dad’s reoccurring
absence. Most times, when it appeared like
she was going to feel his absence, she would
look for her female friends to spend time
with. I pitied her at such times. I was not
getting enough p**sy; yea, true. But everyone
knows for sure that the case of someone who
has gotten so used to fu-Cking every day
really looks largely different. Now do not ask
me how I knew they always had it every day
when he was in. Wonder how many times
you would rather have it if you were dad or
mum. Spend the next half-hour finding an
answer.
Mum has a sister. Annarose by name. And
just like yourself, I have spent most part of
my miserable life thinking of what meaning
the name possibly had. yet, just like yourself
too, I haven’t figured out. I have never come
to understand what reasons grandpa and
grandma had for giving her such a name.
Those were meant to be two different name.
Type the names on MS word and you would
know how different. Unfortunately for me,
she still bears the name and she is by far,
my most favourite aunt from both dad and
mum’s sides. She is just sassy! A closest
definition of a bag of fun even though she is
currently in her early thirties. She has never
lost that impertinence we have known her for
and each time she visited, I never got tired of
her. She only just recently got married to
Uncle Dee Dee; another character of a guy
and they stay in Abuja. This has meant that I
only get to meet her fewer times a year.
However, Dee Dee currently completed a
business trip to France which meant
Annarose came close to suffering mum’s
kinda predicament. What gladdened my heart
though, was that, she made up her mind to
stay with us until her husband made it back.
Each time I remember this, I get so electrified!
It is a pity I have been telling you this story
without saying what day it is. Well, I am
kinda sorry about that. Today is a Monday
here. Do not know what date it is as you read
this story but, just try to think today is a
Monday. And yea, I also have not said who I
am. Well, I said a little about myself back
there but, let me kinda say more. I am Daniel
by name. I don’t think my surname is that
important. I don’t think. So I am Daniel. You
should call me Danny though. Just a way of
being benevolent and saving you the trauma
of stressfully calling out the real thing
continuously. Guess you usually end up very
aggravated whenever you opt for the later.
(Smiles). Well, I have just made up so feel
better. That said. So…I am an undergraduate
of Physics from the University of Nigeria. I
am Ibo although my mum is an Efik. I am tall.
Just a little shy of six feet. Handsome. Good-
looking. Although I don’t know how these
two are different. Rather athletic. Cannot
remember the last time I jogged around my
dad’s parking lot though, so I assume the
fitness is more like hereditary than developed.
I am light skinned but not fully fair. So kinda
in a fix on that one. I don’t have a girl. Now,
don’t ask me why. Just flow with the story.
After all, that is why you are reading it. You
can make the first move, if you are a girl
though. That aside. Thank you. I assume that
says it all for me. Or, am I forgetting
something? Oh! Okay, Just remembered; my
favourite colour is torques blue. How absurd
anyway. But that’s that. I also prefer girls
that are older than myself. Most especially
when they are in their late twenties or thirties.
Well, if you just stopped loving me because
of this last one, you can move one. Have
never complained about being disliked. No
hard feelings.
.
click on the link below to continue reading
http://naijanoisemakers.com/2017/03/08/aunty-anna-rose-part-1/

BETRAYED BY MY BODY PART 1
(Completed)
.

The pill was clamped tightly between
my thumb and forefinger, suspended
over the glass of juice as I battled with
my conscience.
How could this be wrong when he was
my husband besides goodness knew it
was because I loved him with every
atom of my being, I was doing this.
This was a good thing, I told myself.
If it was such a good thing, why didn’t I
talk to him about it? Why not tell him
everything including what had
happened two weeks back when he had
been away on his trip? He would
understand, wouldn’t he?
Shaking my head, I answered my own
question that he couldn’t handle it, he
couldn’t handle the truth. Kevwe was so
possesive and telling him would only do
more harm. It would be better this way.
Abby, my close friend who was a
pharmacist had assured me that the pill
was to get him so excited he would
perform for longer than he usually did
which was something I was in dire
need for.
Toe curling, mind numbing pleasure, a
feeling so sweet I had not known
existed until a few days ago
when….when I had been rudely
violated against my will…or had it been
against my will?
Could I say it had been against my will
when I had been pretty much into it.
The incident had kept running through
my mind like a video tape on loop but
the annoying part was my skin still
prickled with goose flesh when I
thought about it, when I thought about
the stranger who had expertly
manipulated my body and led me to so
much pleasure.
I wondered who he could be, did he
stay in the neighbourhood and if I’d
been chosen randomly or did he know
me personally? I suspected the latter
because the way he had touched,
fondled, kissed my skin so tenderly and
in such a gentle but demanding
way..he definitely knew me and might
have thought about having me to
himself for a while before making his
move.
At first I had resisted, I had just wanted
to lie still until he was done but truth
be told when his fingers and lips had
began its slow but deliberate
ministrations upon my body, I had
willingly surrendered and given myself
up to him. I doubt there were many red
blooded females who could have
resisted giving in when tortured with
such sweet pleasure.
Now, how could I tell Kevwe, my
husband and the man who I deeply was
in love with, that I had been sweetly
ravaged by a stranger and had loved
every moment of it? It would destroy
him, absolutely kill him to know I
preferred a stranger’s touch to his. It
wasn’t even fair to him if to keep
replaying it in my mind and I needed
to get rid of the thoughts in my head
quickly before he became suspicious.
With a resigned sigh I let the pill drop
into the drink, stirring it softly with a
spoon and watching it dissolve. This
was for the best, I reaffirmed.
And if after the pill he still didn’t
perform as well as I need? I wondered
briefly but that was a risk I had to take.
Kevwe wasn’t an awful lover, he was a
tall and attractive virile young man
who I was attracted to but the problem
was s-x with him ended too soon and
he never took the time to tease my
body into arousal. I had never minded
before, not until I had erupted with
sheer pleasure beneath the stranger’s
touch.
Picking up the tray and turning
around, I decided it was time to do this
when I saw Kevwe standing in the
doorway, shirtless with a curious
expression on his features.
“Jesus,” I exclaimed in shock as the
glass rattled on the tray, it was a
marvel that I didn’t drop it. My mind
raced as I wondered if he had seen me
drop the pill. “You scared me, Kevwe.
How long have you been standing
there?”
“A while,” his baritone voice boomed as
his gaze held suspicion. “Long enough
to see you drop something in my
drink….what was that pill, Onome?”
“What? I didn’t….” I began but he cut
me off.
“I saw you clearly so don’t even think
about lying.” He said stepping into the
room, still staring at me with such
distrust and suspicion.
I quivered stepping back reflexively but
my back only bumped into the kitchen
cabinet, my heart beat increased
slightly in tempo. There was no where
to run and I had to face this head on.
D–n it, what had I done? How could I
explain this?
I set the tray back on the counter
hoping to buy some time knowing fully
well I was in deep s–t here and my
next words might bury me deeper into
it.
“I put an aspirin in it because I heard
you complain….” I began but he didn’t
let me finish. Holding up his hand to
stop my badly concocted lie, my voice
trailed off.
“Onome..you know I can spot your lies
easily but still you choose to lie? You
want to me dead, don’t you?” He
suddenly asked, his voice raised and I
became afraid that the neighbours
would hear him. I didn’t want anyone
else dragged into this mess I had
created.
“I … I can explain, it wasn’t to kill you,
Kevwe please…” I begged but he was
now too riled to listen.
“Explain what? That you poisoned my
drink? That you planned to end my
life?”
“No, no, I would never. You know I love
you, my heart.. you know….” I tried but
he wasn’t listening.
“I don’t know anything, I only know
what I saw and I saw that you want to
kill me, since you put a strange pill into
my drink and you are lying about it…
The neighbours must hear this, the
whole street must hear this!”

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LEGEND OF THE bleepers PART 1
(Completed)
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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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TRUE LOVE PART 1
(Completed)
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PROLOGUE!!
It was 7pm already in the city of Abeokuta,
and though the night was matured
enought to alter it darkness, but then
someting was just not right. It was 7pm!
For christ sake and the whole street of
Pansheke was already desolated. Pansheke
area of Abeokuta had been one of the of
most busy area, especially with the loud
turn out of chunk of students who ramble
along the road, and the local market
women who found the gloomy time as the
best time to market their wares. Even that
time had always been the normal closing
time for some civil servants. One could
perceptibly see them, especially those who
didnt own a ride hiking along the forever
busy street.
But now, it was just 7pm and not even a
trace of student could be picked or atom of
the market women could be seen. Even the
trekkers & the commercial vehicles had al
gone into extinction. The whole
surrounding looked like a place bestowed
with curfew.
Only the chirm of obviously the birds or the
likes could be heard. The skies had given
up on the stars & the moon which also
born the trace of tiny cloud. Giving little
expectation that would rain. It was a kind
of total weird occurence at Pansheke that
evening.
Meanwhile, at the cross section of the
street, laid a very beautiful and well
decorated magnific building . The building
with contemporary deco was surrounded
with a massive enclosure big enough to be
mistaken for Stamford bridge. From the
gate towards the house laid a fully
adorned lawn with well cultivated and
mowed grass on the right and left flank
leaving a small passage but broad enough
to contain a moving vehicle. The house
was a duplex with 10 rooms on the upper
floor and a wide sitting room downstairs to
greet any visitor. Also, the sitting room
contained 2 toilet situated @ right side of
it. With a dinning table and chairs siting
corner somewhere in the siting room. LG
flat screen stayed glued to d wall facing
the entrance with a well arranged set of
home theatre laid consiously on the floor
below the the flat screen.
“Please dont do this,” Dr Banji whimpered
as audible his gut could allowed him. He
knelt on the floor with his back and
shoulder forming a crooked shape, and his
head tilted upward revealing hot tears
dripping heavily from his eyes while his
two palms staying glued to each other like
someone praying or pleading vigorously for
forgiveness.
Notwisthanding, Dr. Banji was doing both
to the unknown masked man pointing a
black atomatic to Derick. He was oblivious
of how the horrendous human got
entrance into his sitting room.
“It is already done doc!” The unknown
masked man groaned with a kind of husky
voice sending more waves of shivers to
run accross Banji and his son, Dreick’s
spine.
Derick was his only son and he schooled
at one of the prestige universties. He only
came home to collect somethings which he
was through with and even on the verge of
returning to his school.
Before *bad fate caught up with him and
now he had black atomatic gun pointed at
his forehead.
“But who are you, & what do you want?”
Banji wailed ” You see have got alot of
money you can take away, just dont do
this plss! Dont kill my son!” Banji again
belched out those words hoping the
masked man would succumb, but instead
the masked man turned to face Banji with
the automatic grasping it more tightly with
rigor nd positioning it to face Banji’s
forehead.
“You want to know Meeee”? The masked
man brusquely voiced but still stressed
each word especially the “me” part. “Fine!”
He continued, “I am your doom! I am the
doom you caused on urself. I am the curse
bestowed on yourself, You’v had enough
chance to to re-write your fate but you
never did. Your myopic mind was already
consumed by vanities. Now it so
unfortunate but inevitable you will die as a
bereaved, with nobody to hold your hand
nd nobody to survive you” the masked
man spilled, wavering his head in a gesture
that depict the humane part of him.
Advancing closely to Banji who has started
too pee, but his eyes stay glued to the
man. He could see the macho heavily
bestowed on the masked man, coupled
with his heftiness and tallness, also, the
strength he reared. He could easily swop
him for a wrestler judging from his athletic
body.
“So y oou are a dddoom, a cuurse?” Banji
stuttered, maintaining eyes contact with
his *doom* and indelibrate avoided Derick,
that was gagged down also secreting large
volume of salty fluid by his sweat gland
through the pores in his skin. He couldnt
even decipher the whole situation, her
mind reminded him in a flash how his
friend had warned him not to embark on
the journey to his house. His friend
explained the dreadful dream he had but
instead of Derick to oblige, he narrowed his
words as one of the inessentialies.
“Yes! I am your doom, i am your curse!”
“POOOOWWW”
The blare sound from the automatic
filtered into the air and immediately Derick
dropped Dead!
“Deeeeeeerrrickkk!!! Noooooo!!!” Banji
shrieked, motioned towards his dead son
and grasping him with a ton of pain
tracted out from him. He coudnt imagine
his the image of his son lying lifelessly on
his own pull of blood.
“I swear i would qet back to you evil son of
a b—h!” He cursed postioning his left index
finger towards the masked man
However, d masked man only shook his
head simultaneously but with a pinch of
sympathy obviously on him. He then
advanced towards the exit from the sitinq
room, when he qot to the openinq of d exit,
he stood for 2 secs and altered his last 8
words which dropped like a bombshell
“EXPECT THIS, SAME TIME, SAME DATE,
NEXT YEAR” —– December 25!
“Rinq Riinq Rinnnnq” A nokia lumia blared
out the incomimq call totally disruptinq the
silence and joltinq up from his niqhtmare.
“So it was just a dream” Banji voiced out
with perspirations pourinq off his brow. He
was concerned with his dream, and that
made him totally oblivious of the strident
sound of call notification rendered by his
lumia.
Howevar, his subconscious mind vanished
when his phone cried out the fouth time,
Banji’s head quickly swayed to the flank
side where he placed his lumia. It was an
unreqistered number.
“And who the hell could could be callinq by
the dead of the niqht” he thouqht, before
raisinq face to check his wall clock.
“12:15” he muttered,
“hello”
“Yes, hello sir,” the caller responded. “i’m
sorry am i up to Derick Olabanji Daniel’s
father sir”
“Ohh Yes. And who ammm iii i tta talkinq
with?” Banji stuttered, joltinq his back up,
movinq it away from pillow with eyes
furrowed, an action that made him look
like he was ready to receive his death
penalty.
Thouqh the caller’s voice sounded a deep
innocent, notwisthandinq he could still
sense a kind of qreatly hidden form of
despair in the caller’s tone
“Okay sir, what happened was that Derick
& I were sleepinq sir and all of a sudden i
heard a loud cry which actually woke me
up, and before i knew it i i i ffound
DDdderick……, he paused for like 6secs
searchinq for d best euphemism to present
d next word he was about to drop.
“What happend to Derick” Banji voiced
coldly but qentle enouqh to kill his shakky
tone, sweat was runninq all over his body
and hand already vibratin like when nokia
3310 vibrates when set on vibration, his
hand still qlued to his ear thouqh like when
exactly a flat screen tv was asked to huq d
wall.
“Derick is Dead sir!! The caller eventually
dropped the fours words like atomic bomb
plaintively.
Happy birthday to you My Temi, I wish you
lonq life & prosperity. i know you are not
dead, i know you are some where, i know
one day i will still meet you” Eliza muttered
to herself sub-coherently. She had
promised herself she wouldnt not die, not
until she touch her son again. The
fantansy she had conceived for the past
22yrs. Yes! Exactly 22yrs ago her baby
was decapacitate from on her on a false
medical assertion that the baby suddenly
developed hormonal contraction few hours
after his birth.
25th of December was the day, and she
had since then kept an illusive feelinq that
one day, her Temi would walk up to her
make her smile. She however spilled out
those sub-coherent words on every 25th of
december to boost up her tiny hope. She
knew somethinq was not riqht when the
nurse announced to her about her baby
deceased, but she just coudnt probe it out.
“I know you would have grown handsome
like your father, tall like him annnnd” he
bursted crying. Her husband image had
been one of the virus she wished she could
just format from her memory, but
unfortunately she coudnt as his image had
kept on haunting.
“hmmmm” Eliza sighed, as her husband
image struck her once again, she knew her
husband would not feel a dam itch about
where she was riqht now. Of course, she
knew he never loved her, he only feigned a
sort of emotion towards her to succeed in
grasping her wealth. He mastered her
weak point and he shrewd on it.
“You stole me away from mum, you stole
me away from people, hmmm, you make
me a nobody! Dami” she wailed “You
eventually broke my heart into debris? I
thought you love me Dami?” Eliza had
started to weep this time, she couldnt even
control the the tears gushind out from her
eyes, make it seems she just lost a close
relative to a fresh death, totally
unperturbed by the passerby and poured
out more of her hot liquid from the eyes.
She squinted her eyesbrow, and raised her
left hand to hover her face. Something she
did to prevent her eyes from the scourging
sun.
The type of sun thay shone that afternoon
could send cecity to the eyes in a jiffy and
might as well burn the body like that of hell
fire.(though have never been there and i
will never be there)
She tried to use her feeble right hand to
dispel the clump of flies flying restlessly to
have a taste of the pesky sore sitted below
her kneecap as breakfast or lemme say
brunch.
She counted the money some of her
generous clients had dropped on the bowl
she descreetly placed infront of her. “i
have made enough for today” she
muttered to herself as she tot up 525N.
“Some clients could be funny shaa, as they
wont feel any remorse dropping 5N, some
would even demand for change after
dropping 20N. Anyways she is just a street
begger! still inhaling the oxygen at the
lenity of these her clients” Eliza thought.
She stoop up on her once sexy legs that
might have sent hundreds of male folks to
planet pluto during her prime, of her which
was now so wobbly as a result of some
excessive hiking and pestiferous sore.
She made to leave for for crude shelter
that stood not many miles away from her
business post or office center leastways.
“Happy birthday to you once again My
Temi. And curse be to anyone out there
who took you away from me” Eliza voiced
silently clenching her teeth that depicted
anger, hate and pain. Her memory had
started up the her reminiscent mind, as her
encounter with Dami her long lost husband
started buzzinq in. An encounter that
undoubtedly changed her life!
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PART 1
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“Happy birthday to you My Temi, I wish
you lonq life & prosperity. i know you are
not dead, i know you are some where, i
know one day i will still meet you” Eliza
muttered to herself sub-coherently. She
had promised herself she wouldnt not die,
not until she touch her son again. The
fantansy she had conceived for the past
22yrs. Yes! Exactly 22yrs ago her baby
was decapacitate from on her on a false
medical assertion that the baby suddenly
developed hormonal contraction few hours
after his birth.
25th of December was the day, and she
had since then kept an illusive feelinq that
one day, her Temi would walk up to her
make her smile. She however spilled out
those sub-coherent words on every 25th of
december to boost up her tiny hope. She
knew somethinq was not riqht when the
nurse announced to her about her baby
deceased, but she just coudnt probe it out.
“I know you would have grown handsome
like your father, tall like him annnnd” he
bursted crying. Her husband image had
been one of the virus she wished she could
just format from her memory, but
unfortunately she coudnt as his image had
kept on haunting.
“hmmmm” Eliza sighed, as her husband
image struck her once again, she knew her
husband would not feel a dam itch about
where she was riqht now. Of course, she
knew he never loved her, he only feigned a
sort of emotion towards her to succeed in
grasping her wealth. He mastered her
weak point and he shrewd on it.
“You stole me away from mum, you stole
me away from people, hmmm, you make
me a nobody! Dami” she wailed “You
eventually broke my heart into debris? I
thought you love me Dami?” Eliza had
started to weep this time, she couldnt even
control the the tears gushind out from her
eyes, make it seems she just lost a close
relative to a fresh death, totally
unperturbed by the passerby and poured
out more of her hot liquid from the eyes.
She squinted her eyesbrow, and raised her
left hand to hover her face. Something she
did to prevent her eyes from the scourging
sun.
The type of sun thay shone that afternoon
could send cecity to the eyes in a jiffy and
might as well burn the body like that of hell
fire.(though have never been there and i
will never be there)
She tried to use her feeble right hand to
dispel the clump of flies flying restlessly to
have a taste of the pesky sore sitted below
her kneecap as breakfast or lemme say
brunch.
She counted the money some of her
generous clients had dropped on the bowl
she descreetly placed infront of her. “i
have made enough for today” she
muttered to herself as she tot up 525N.
“Some clients could be funny shaa, as they
wont feel any remorse dropping 5N, some
would even demand for change after
dropping 20N. Anyways she is just a street
begger! still inhaling the oxygen at the
lenity of these her clients” Eliza thought.
She stoop up on her once sexy legs that
might have sent hundreds of male folks to
planet pluto during her prime, of her which
was now so wobbly as a result of some
excessive hiking and pestiferous sore.
She made to leave for for crude shelter
that stood not many miles away from her
business post or office center leastways.
“Happy birthday to you once again My
Temi. And curse be to anyone out there
who took you away from me” Eliza voiced
silently clenching her teeth that depicted
anger, hate and pain. Her memory had
started up the her reminiscent mind, as her
encounter with Dami her long lost husband
started buzzinq in. An encounter that
undoubtedly changed her life!
.
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TRUE LOVE PART 1
(Completed)
.


PROLOGUE!!
It was 7pm already in the city of Abeokuta,
and though the night was matured
enought to alter it darkness, but then
someting was just not right. It was 7pm!
For christ sake and the whole street of
Pansheke was already desolated. Pansheke
area of Abeokuta had been one of the of
most busy area, especially with the loud
turn out of chunk of students who ramble
along the road, and the local market
women who found the gloomy time as the
best time to market their wares. Even that
time had always been the normal closing
time for some civil servants. One could
perceptibly see them, especially those who
didnt own a ride hiking along the forever
busy street.
But now, it was just 7pm and not even a
trace of student could be picked or atom of
the market women could be seen. Even the
trekkers & the commercial vehicles had al
gone into extinction. The whole
surrounding looked like a place bestowed
with curfew.
Only the chirm of obviously the birds or the
likes could be heard. The skies had given
up on the stars & the moon which also
born the trace of tiny cloud. Giving little
expectation that would rain. It was a kind
of total weird occurence at Pansheke that
evening.
Meanwhile, at the cross section of the
street, laid a very beautiful and well
decorated magnific building . The building
with contemporary deco was surrounded
with a massive enclosure big enough to be
mistaken for Stamford bridge. From the
gate towards the house laid a fully
adorned lawn with well cultivated and
mowed grass on the right and left flank
leaving a small passage but broad enough
to contain a moving vehicle. The house
was a duplex with 10 rooms on the upper
floor and a wide sitting room downstairs to
greet any visitor. Also, the sitting room
contained 2 toilet situated @ right side of
it. With a dinning table and chairs siting
corner somewhere in the siting room. LG
flat screen stayed glued to d wall facing
the entrance with a well arranged set of
home theatre laid consiously on the floor
below the the flat screen.
“Please dont do this,” Dr Banji whimpered
as audible his gut could allowed him. He
knelt on the floor with his back and
shoulder forming a crooked shape, and his
head tilted upward revealing hot tears
dripping heavily from his eyes while his
two palms staying glued to each other like
someone praying or pleading vigorously for
forgiveness.
Notwisthanding, Dr. Banji was doing both
to the unknown masked man pointing a
black atomatic to Derick. He was oblivious
of how the horrendous human got
entrance into his sitting room.
“It is already done doc!” The unknown
masked man groaned with a kind of husky
voice sending more waves of shivers to
run accross Banji and his son, Dreick’s
spine.
Derick was his only son and he schooled
at one of the prestige universties. He only
came home to collect somethings which he
was through with and even on the verge of
returning to his school.
Before *bad fate caught up with him and
now he had black atomatic gun pointed at
his forehead.
“But who are you, & what do you want?”
Banji wailed ” You see have got alot of
money you can take away, just dont do
this plss! Dont kill my son!” Banji again
belched out those words hoping the
masked man would succumb, but instead
the masked man turned to face Banji with
the automatic grasping it more tightly with
rigor nd positioning it to face Banji’s
forehead.
“You want to know Meeee”? The masked
man brusquely voiced but still stressed
each word especially the “me” part. “Fine!”
He continued, “I am your doom! I am the
doom you caused on urself. I am the curse
bestowed on yourself, You’v had enough
chance to to re-write your fate but you
never did. Your myopic mind was already
consumed by vanities. Now it so
unfortunate but inevitable you will die as a
bereaved, with nobody to hold your hand
nd nobody to survive you” the masked
man spilled, wavering his head in a gesture
that depict the humane part of him.
Advancing closely to Banji who has started
too pee, but his eyes stay glued to the
man. He could see the macho heavily
bestowed on the masked man, coupled
with his heftiness and tallness, also, the
strength he reared. He could easily swop
him for a wrestler judging from his athletic
body.
“So y oou are a dddoom, a cuurse?” Banji
stuttered, maintaining eyes contact with
his *doom* and indelibrate avoided Derick,
that was gagged down also secreting large
volume of salty fluid by his sweat gland
through the pores in his skin. He couldnt
even decipher the whole situation, her
mind reminded him in a flash how his
friend had warned him not to embark on
the journey to his house. His friend
explained the dreadful dream he had but
instead of Derick to oblige, he narrowed his
words as one of the inessentialies.
“Yes! I am your doom, i am your curse!”
“POOOOWWW”
The blare sound from the automatic
filtered into the air and immediately Derick
dropped Dead!
“Deeeeeeerrrickkk!!! Noooooo!!!” Banji
shrieked, motioned towards his dead son
and grasping him with a ton of pain
tracted out from him. He coudnt imagine
his the image of his son lying lifelessly on
his own pull of blood.
“I swear i would qet back to you evil son of
a b—h!” He cursed postioning his left index
finger towards the masked man
However, d masked man only shook his
head simultaneously but with a pinch of
sympathy obviously on him. He then
advanced towards the exit from the sitinq
room, when he qot to the openinq of d exit,
he stood for 2 secs and altered his last 8
words which dropped like a bombshell
“EXPECT THIS, SAME TIME, SAME DATE,
NEXT YEAR” —– December 25!
“Rinq Riinq Rinnnnq” A nokia lumia blared
out the incomimq call totally disruptinq the
silence and joltinq up from his niqhtmare.
“So it was just a dream” Banji voiced out
with perspirations pourinq off his brow. He
was concerned with his dream, and that
made him totally oblivious of the strident
sound of call notification rendered by his
lumia.
Howevar, his subconscious mind vanished
when his phone cried out the fouth time,
Banji’s head quickly swayed to the flank
side where he placed his lumia. It was an
unreqistered number.
“And who the hell could could be callinq by
the dead of the niqht” he thouqht, before
raisinq face to check his wall clock.
“12:15” he muttered,
“hello”
“Yes, hello sir,” the caller responded. “i’m
sorry am i up to Derick Olabanji Daniel’s
father sir”
“Ohh Yes. And who ammm iii i tta talkinq
with?” Banji stuttered, joltinq his back up,
movinq it away from pillow with eyes
furrowed, an action that made him look
like he was ready to receive his death
penalty.
Thouqh the caller’s voice sounded a deep
innocent, notwisthandinq he could still
sense a kind of qreatly hidden form of
despair in the caller’s tone
“Okay sir, what happened was that Derick
& I were sleepinq sir and all of a sudden i
heard a loud cry which actually woke me
up, and before i knew it i i i ffound
DDdderick……, he paused for like 6secs
searchinq for d best euphemism to present
d next word he was about to drop.
“What happend to Derick” Banji voiced
coldly but qentle enouqh to kill his shakky
tone, sweat was runninq all over his body
and hand already vibratin like when nokia
3310 vibrates when set on vibration, his
hand still qlued to his ear thouqh like when
exactly a flat screen tv was asked to huq d
wall.
“Derick is Dead sir!! The caller eventually
dropped the fours words like atomic bomb
plaintively.
Happy birthday to you My Temi, I wish you
lonq life & prosperity. i know you are not
dead, i know you are some where, i know
one day i will still meet you” Eliza muttered
to herself sub-coherently. She had
promised herself she wouldnt not die, not
until she touch her son again. The
fantansy she had conceived for the past
22yrs. Yes! Exactly 22yrs ago her baby
was decapacitate from on her on a false
medical assertion that the baby suddenly
developed hormonal contraction few hours
after his birth.
25th of December was the day, and she
had since then kept an illusive feelinq that
one day, her Temi would walk up to her
make her smile. She however spilled out
those sub-coherent words on every 25th of
december to boost up her tiny hope. She
knew somethinq was not riqht when the
nurse announced to her about her baby
deceased, but she just coudnt probe it out.
“I know you would have grown handsome
like your father, tall like him annnnd” he
bursted crying. Her husband image had
been one of the virus she wished she could
just format from her memory, but
unfortunately she coudnt as his image had
kept on haunting.
“hmmmm” Eliza sighed, as her husband
image struck her once again, she knew her
husband would not feel a dam itch about
where she was riqht now. Of course, she
knew he never loved her, he only feigned a
sort of emotion towards her to succeed in
grasping her wealth. He mastered her
weak point and he shrewd on it.
“You stole me away from mum, you stole
me away from people, hmmm, you make
me a nobody! Dami” she wailed “You
eventually broke my heart into debris? I
thought you love me Dami?” Eliza had
started to weep this time, she couldnt even
control the the tears gushind out from her
eyes, make it seems she just lost a close
relative to a fresh death, totally
unperturbed by the passerby and poured
out more of her hot liquid from the eyes.
She squinted her eyesbrow, and raised her
left hand to hover her face. Something she
did to prevent her eyes from the scourging
sun.
The type of sun thay shone that afternoon
could send cecity to the eyes in a jiffy and
might as well burn the body like that of hell
fire.(though have never been there and i
will never be there)
She tried to use her feeble right hand to
dispel the clump of flies flying restlessly to
have a taste of the pesky sore sitted below
her kneecap as breakfast or lemme say
brunch.
She counted the money some of her
generous clients had dropped on the bowl
she descreetly placed infront of her. “i
have made enough for today” she
muttered to herself as she tot up 525N.
“Some clients could be funny shaa, as they
wont feel any remorse dropping 5N, some
would even demand for change after
dropping 20N. Anyways she is just a street
begger! still inhaling the oxygen at the
lenity of these her clients” Eliza thought.
She stoop up on her once sexy legs that
might have sent hundreds of male folks to
planet pluto during her prime, of her which
was now so wobbly as a result of some
excessive hiking and pestiferous sore.
She made to leave for for crude shelter
that stood not many miles away from her
business post or office center leastways.
“Happy birthday to you once again My
Temi. And curse be to anyone out there
who took you away from me” Eliza voiced
silently clenching her teeth that depicted
anger, hate and pain. Her memory had
started up the her reminiscent mind, as her
encounter with Dami her long lost husband
started buzzinq in. An encounter that
undoubtedly changed her life!
**
**********************************
PART 1
************************************
“Happy birthday to you My Temi, I wish
you lonq life & prosperity. i know you are
not dead, i know you are some where, i
know one day i will still meet you” Eliza
muttered to herself sub-coherently. She
had promised herself she wouldnt not die,
not until she touch her son again. The
fantansy she had conceived for the past
22yrs. Yes! Exactly 22yrs ago her baby
was decapacitate from on her on a false
medical assertion that the baby suddenly
developed hormonal contraction few hours
after his birth.
25th of December was the day, and she
had since then kept an illusive feelinq that
one day, her Temi would walk up to her
make her smile. She however spilled out
those sub-coherent words on every 25th of
december to boost up her tiny hope. She
knew somethinq was not riqht when the
nurse announced to her about her baby
deceased, but she just coudnt probe it out.
“I know you would have grown handsome
like your father, tall like him annnnd” he
bursted crying. Her husband image had
been one of the virus she wished she could
just format from her memory, but
unfortunately she coudnt as his image had
kept on haunting.
“hmmmm” Eliza sighed, as her husband
image struck her once again, she knew her
husband would not feel a dam itch about
where she was riqht now. Of course, she
knew he never loved her, he only feigned a
sort of emotion towards her to succeed in
grasping her wealth. He mastered her
weak point and he shrewd on it.
“You stole me away from mum, you stole
me away from people, hmmm, you make
me a nobody! Dami” she wailed “You
eventually broke my heart into debris? I
thought you love me Dami?” Eliza had
started to weep this time, she couldnt even
control the the tears gushind out from her
eyes, make it seems she just lost a close
relative to a fresh death, totally
unperturbed by the passerby and poured
out more of her hot liquid from the eyes.
She squinted her eyesbrow, and raised her
left hand to hover her face. Something she
did to prevent her eyes from the scourging
sun.
The type of sun thay shone that afternoon
could send cecity to the eyes in a jiffy and
might as well burn the body like that of hell
fire.(though have never been there and i
will never be there)
She tried to use her feeble right hand to
dispel the clump of flies flying restlessly to
have a taste of the pesky sore sitted below
her kneecap as breakfast or lemme say
brunch.
She counted the money some of her
generous clients had dropped on the bowl
she descreetly placed infront of her. “i
have made enough for today” she
muttered to herself as she tot up 525N.
“Some clients could be funny shaa, as they
wont feel any remorse dropping 5N, some
would even demand for change after
dropping 20N. Anyways she is just a street
begger! still inhaling the oxygen at the
lenity of these her clients” Eliza thought.
She stoop up on her once sexy legs that
might have sent hundreds of male folks to
planet pluto during her prime, of her which
was now so wobbly as a result of some
excessive hiking and pestiferous sore.
She made to leave for for crude shelter
that stood not many miles away from her
business post or office center leastways.
“Happy birthday to you once again My
Temi. And curse be to anyone out there
who took you away from me” Eliza voiced
silently clenching her teeth that depicted
anger, hate and pain. Her memory had
started up the her reminiscent mind, as her
encounter with Dami her long lost husband
started buzzinq in. An encounter that
undoubtedly changed her life!
.
click on the link below to continue reading
http://naijanoisemakers.com/2016/10/17/true-love-part-1/

HUSBAND AWAY, WIFE COMES OUT TO PLAY PART 1
(Completed)
.


I was idly pushing my trolley back to my car
in
the Exclusive Stores car park when the
screaming
of a baby disturbed my thoughts. Next to my
car
a well-dressed young woman was unloading
a
vast amount of shopping into the back of a
gleaming silver 2014 Toyota Prado while
trying to
soothe the small child sitting at the back of
her
trolley. The sound was so strident that it was
hard
to believe such a small person could make
that
much noise. Many people were looking at her
with
disgust, and I even heard a couple of them
murmuring.
“See as the yeye little girl dey make noise. So
to
show us say she get money, she come dey
bring
her notice-me pikin.”
“Abeg no mind am. If we look am now, na
sugar
daddy she get oh. Born pikin out of wedlock.”
I just shook my head. Typical Nigerians and
their
bad belle. Ever the gentleman, I offered to
finish
the unloading if she wanted to put the
child in the car. The offer was accepted
gratefully
as she was already getting frustrated. I heard
the
two busybodies murmuring again and I
turned to
give them a hard glare. They quickly turned
away
and faced their own matters. When I’d
finished I
asked her if she had far to go.
“Only up to Zone 6. I’m afraid she’s long
overdue
for her afternoon nap.”
“I pass there on my way home – if I follow
you, I
could repeat the process while you settle her
down.”
“Are you sure? It’s a very kind thought and
I’m
just about at my wits end with all this
screaming.”
“Consider it a deal,” I said, liking her
appreciative
smile.
I loaded my own small basket of goods onto
my
front seat and waited for her to reverse out
of her
slot before following her SUV at a safe
distance.
We arrived at a large detached house in
about
twenty minutes and she got out, opening the
trunk & waiting for me to join her. She
removed
the still unhappy baby and headed indoors.
“The shopping can go in the kitchen –
straight
through,” she said over her shoulder.
While unloading her groceries I took a quick
look
at the surroundings. The compound was
quite
large and had a 3-car garage to one side. I
saw a
cool-looking Honda Accord and a wicked-
looking
black Mercedes E-Class parked under the
canopy.
The house itself was a beautiful cream color.
I was just carrying in the last bags when she
returned downstairs.
“That’s so sweet of you” she said, “Would
you like
a drink?”
“Well…” I looked at my watch and then at her,
“Well, OK – as long as I’m not delaying you”
“Certainly not. By the way, I’m Bessem” she
said,
“I’ve finished for the day now – or until her
highness wakes again. There’s only the two
of
us.”
I must have looked surprised.
“I do have a man, but he works in an oil field
and
is away for about another ten days –
depending
how many drunken days he stays in PH
before he
decides to head back to Abuja.”
I sensed the bitterness in her voice and
wondered
what caused the husband to stay away
longer
than he had to; after all, the woman was very
attractive and had a nice rather shapely
figure.
However, nobody other than the couple
themselves knows reasons for such things.
I followed her into a very large and luxurious
living room. She walked over to a bar and
prepared the drinks, passing a glass to me.
Bending forward to put it on the table she
gave
me an excellent brief view of a deep cléavage
between two firm bréasts, but I wasn’t sure
whether that was intentional or not.
We sat over our drinks and she elicited that I
was
single, two years older than her and a junior
partner in a local firm of lawyers. In
exchange, I
learnt that she was a qualified real estate
agent
but no longer working since the arrival of the
baby. She mentioned more than once that
her life
was quite lonely without her husband around
to
do things for her – she didn’t elaborate on
what
specific things.
A second glass of wine was served and
Bessem
excused herself to check on the baby
upstairs.
Shortly afterwards I heard the toilet flush and
she
returned to the kitchen, commenting that the
youngster was fast asleep.
As she walked past me to the bar I had an
embarrassing shock. Bessem had obviously
been
to the toilet, but in her hurry to come
downstairs,
she had caught one side of the back of her
short
skirt in her panties and was now exposing
the
briefest of black thongs and a large area of
her
pert bottom. I thought it kinder to warn her
rather
than have her realise it later and be even
more
mortified.
“Um, I think you got something sort of
….caught
….in your skirt ….when you were upstairs” I
said.
She turned towards me and smoothed down
her
skirt at the front.
“No, it’s at the back”
Her hands went behind her and she blushed
scarlet as she realized what had happened.
“I….I’m so sorry” she said apologetically,
sorting
out the problem.
She brought the glasses to the table and
must
have felt too awkward to look at me for a
while.
When she did there was a wry smile on her
face.
“I suppose you saw everything?”
“Not quite everything” I assured her and
added
boldly “But what I did see was extremely
attractive.”
“My fault for wearing such a short skirt, and I
should have worn more sensible pants”
“Oh no, that would have spoilt my enjoyment”
I
grinned.
“I don’t usually wear them”
“What?” I exclaimed, “Panties?”
“No, you silly man, thongs. I was much
younger
when I last went out without panties. Now
you’re
making my mind go into overdrive.”
Bessem sat quietly for a few minutes & then
got
up from the table and went into what I
presumed
was the kitchen. She returned in a few
seconds
with a slightly flushed look on her face and
sat to
finish her drink.
I finished my drink, thanked her and was
about to
make my departure when she asked if I could
help
her with one small task before I left. I agreed
and
she ferreted in a cupboard to find a light
bulb.
“If you could just hold this chair on the
landing
while I change this, I’d be most grateful.”
She trotted up the stairs ahead of me and I
had
an even more érotic view of her butt as it
undulated with each step. At the top she
turned to
await my delivery of the chair and I was now
treated to a view that I certainly wasn’t
expecting.
The short skirt was so brief, that with her
legs
slightly parted, I saw no sign of the black
thong –
only the dark shadow of pink. I tried not to
show
surprise and put the chair under the light
fitting.
She climbed onto it and in seconds had the
bulb
changed. She put out her arms towards me
and
almost jumped off the chair, resulting in her
falling against me. After the disclosure of her
lack
of panties, presumably removed when she
went to
the kitchen, I was now in no doubt as to her
ulterior motive – or I hoped I was.
The resultant clumsy clinch confirmed my
wildest
hopes, for her arms went around my neck
and she
kissed me hard. I returned the favor before
she
came up for breath. She looked at me with a
seductive smile.
“I must remember to put that bulb back in the
cupboard – there’s nothing wrong with it, but
I
was too shy to ask you blatantly to come
upstairs. D’you mind?”
“How devious of you!!” I answered, “But I’d
have
to be peculiar to object,” and kissed her
again,
letting my hands stroke the back of her
thighs
before advancing to the smooth rounded
cheeks
above.
When she looked up again she was panting a
little, “I’ve taken off my thong.” she mumbled.
“I know, I saw that when I was coming up the
stairs”
Bessem butted my chest with her head, “So
you
knew!! Just as well you didn’t see it – it was
very
mucky. I’ve been turned on ever since you
first
spoke at the Supermarket”
“Well, this certainly isn’t going to turn you
off”
She looked down and whispered quietly, “I
don’t
want to be turned off. I want you to turn me
on a
whole lot more – totally in fact”
“I’m not actually equipped for ‘totally’” I said,
regretting that my wallet was devoid of the
usual
small “packet” for emergencies like this.
“There’s no need to worry about that – and
from
where I’m standing you feel well equipped for
“totally” – and growing more so by the
minute”
she replied seductively, rubbing my crotch.
She was right about my growing, for I could
feel
my érection aching to be freed from my jeans
as
it pressed against her. I was beginning to
understand her sadness from earlier. Here
was a
young, hot woman frustrated by the lack of
intimacy from a husband who prefered to be
500
miles away in the arms of a höoker. Which
sane
person does that? All that stored up tension
in her
needs to find an outlet. This young mother-
of-one
needs all the release she can get.
Bessem opened the door to what I imagined
was
a spare bedroom and was pulling her blouse
off
before I was inside. She closed the door
quietly
and undid the side zip on her skirt. A
magnificently proportioned body clad only in
a
black bra confronted me and she unclipped it
quickly as she bounced onto the bed.
“Get those clothes off and come here,” she
growled.
.
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LIFE WITH SPOILT NEIGHBOURS PART 1
.


I and my mom lived alone initially before my
sisters joined us later on….
Before then, my mom and i lived in a
compound occupying two buildings, a main
house, and a back flat. The back flat
occupied two families, mine and another
neighbour which comprised of a man and his
wife with three kids. While the main flat had
in shelter a woman and five of her kids. –
three girls, and two boys.! They were all
grown up. The last child( a boy) was prolly
17 back then, and the eldest girl (eldest child)
was in her early or mid 30s.
In total, we were three families living in that
compound.
……… Am gonno tell you about each of the
children in the compound and how they all
contributed in corrupting me..
THE FAMILY IN THE MAIN HOUSE.
Praise- the oldest child, she was really
religious, taught me the all i knew about God
back then.
Prompted me to go to church and basically,
taught me how to pray.
She was really kind, and generous.
She was’ntt married then, though she was
goodlooking and in her 30s.
****************
Emillia- the second girl, was in her mid or late
20s..
She was really pretty, well packaged and
kinda plumpy with perfectly toned skin, nice
curves and stature.
****************
Stephan- the third child, a man in his 20s , a
worker, really cool nice guy!
He was somewhat responsible, though he flirt
with most girls.
****************
Omolayo- a young stylish girl, also pretty,
and quite fat. Had a cool feminine voice.
She later traveled outta the countr though.
****************
Felix- the last child of his mom, he was prolly
in his late teens. 16-19 back then. He was fair
and tall.
Eno! Eno! Eno!.. My friend Noso called me
from far as i was about entering the school
gate. He ran towards me ” whats up now, i
thought you won’t be in school today since
its the first day of resumption” i replied as we
both placed hands on our shoulders. ” my
mom forced me to come o”
Noso was my best friend and we did almost
everything together, both good and bad!
As we approached our new class since we
were just promoted to primary four, we met
our class teacher who we greeted smiling
broadly. ” how are you doing boys?” he
replied our greetings.
We took a sit that we claimed as ours for the
term.
” who’s that girl that just came in?” Noso
asked. ” am sure she’s a new student, i
hav’nt seen her before.’
”she fine sha”
Noso uttered
‘you better shut up before uncle hears you,
its too early to start those rubbish” i replied.
”by the way, i saw Esther, she said she’s
gonno come to school because of you o, she
said she misses your face ” Noso said.
” she better not miss me ooh.. We almost got
caught by Amaka (a sir pupil) the other day
while…
” While i placed my hands on her thighs.
What would have happened if that senior
caught me doing that? ”
” but you hav’nt really told me how it
happened o” -Noso replied.
Me; I’ll tell you later, Nosa and Emma are
coming” (my classmate).
*we all greeted and joked before before we
heard the bell*
##The school i attended had on primary
school and its secondary school was in
another area entirely (not in the same
compound)##
The bell rang for assembly and we all rushed
out. Praise and worship was led by a
teacher. Thereafter, the principal came and
welcomed all of us. He gave his speech on
‘rules and regulations’ and urged us to be in
our best behaviours.
+after the speech, we all marched to our
classes.
We were only 11 in primary 4 .
Six boys and five girls.
* our form teacher came and introduced
himself, and requested we also do the same.
Eventually the new girl Noso and I saw was
in our class, she
was fair, neatly dressed and goodloking.
She stood up and introduced her self as
Tasha.
Noso started calling her name silently to
himself (like he was tryna memorize it.)
our form teacher- Mr Ojo stressed that we’ll
need a class rep, and opted that anyone who
wanted to be the class captain should come
out.
No one did, apart from Emma.
He then asked if we wanted Emma to be the
class rep, we all replied ”NO!”
Emma was a bully! A dreaded one!
I can still remember him telling us he’ll deal
with us after class for refusing to crown him
captain!
Mr Ojo then asked the class to nominate
anyone,
Noso and some others shouted ”Leke!!!’
Leke was my ”nick name”
i was reluctant to come out cus i was never
interested in the position, but Mr Ojo
demanded my presence at the front of the
class to contend for the position.
I came out, and the girls in the class also
nominated Esther.
Esther was very brilliant, i wonder how i was
able to still come out ahead of her during
exams.
She could pronounce words i did’ntt know
without obstruction.
Mr Ojo requested that I and Esther backed
the class as they voted.
After the short election, we faced the class,
and i saw my friends giving me ‘thumbs up”
as Mr Ojo announced me as the new class
rep!
I wasn’t happy, i was scared!
In my mind ”weitin these people don put me
so?”
instead of me celebrating i was thinking
about what Emma would do to me after
class.
Time went fast as I hurried home as soon as
i heard the bell. I did’ntt even wait for Noso, i
was on my way out of the gate when i heard
someone called me – ‘lekins! Lekins! ”
i thought for a second, ‘could that be Noso,
but that is’nt his voice at all”
the voice called me again, and i did’ntt bother
to look back cus i remembered the voice.
I tried moving faster .
”you better wait there or else if i chase you,
you’re going to cry”
it was the bully Emma calling after me, in fear
i waited but summoned courage to confront
him.
He approached me and………
.
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LIFE WITH SPOILT NEIGHBOURS PART 1
.


I and my mom lived alone initially before my
sisters joined us later on….
Before then, my mom and i lived in a
compound occupying two buildings, a main
house, and a back flat. The back flat
occupied two families, mine and another
neighbour which comprised of a man and his
wife with three kids. While the main flat had
in shelter a woman and five of her kids. –
three girls, and two boys.! They were all
grown up. The last child( a boy) was prolly
17 back then, and the eldest girl (eldest child)
was in her early or mid 30s.
In total, we were three families living in that
compound.
……… Am gonno tell you about each of the
children in the compound and how they all
contributed in corrupting me..
THE FAMILY IN THE MAIN HOUSE.
Praise- the oldest child, she was really
religious, taught me the all i knew about God
back then.
Prompted me to go to church and basically,
taught me how to pray.
She was really kind, and generous.
She was’ntt married then, though she was
goodlooking and in her 30s.
****************
Emillia- the second girl, was in her mid or late
20s..
She was really pretty, well packaged and
kinda plumpy with perfectly toned skin, nice
curves and stature.
****************
Stephan- the third child, a man in his 20s , a
worker, really cool nice guy!
He was somewhat responsible, though he flirt
with most girls.
****************
Omolayo- a young stylish girl, also pretty,
and quite fat. Had a cool feminine voice.
She later traveled outta the countr though.
****************
Felix- the last child of his mom, he was prolly
in his late teens. 16-19 back then. He was fair
and tall.
Eno! Eno! Eno!.. My friend Noso called me
from far as i was about entering the school
gate. He ran towards me ” whats up now, i
thought you won’t be in school today since
its the first day of resumption” i replied as we
both placed hands on our shoulders. ” my
mom forced me to come o”
Noso was my best friend and we did almost
everything together, both good and bad!
As we approached our new class since we
were just promoted to primary four, we met
our class teacher who we greeted smiling
broadly. ” how are you doing boys?” he
replied our greetings.
We took a sit that we claimed as ours for the
term.
” who’s that girl that just came in?” Noso
asked. ” am sure she’s a new student, i
hav’nt seen her before.’
”she fine sha”
Noso uttered
‘you better shut up before uncle hears you,
its too early to start those rubbish” i replied.
”by the way, i saw Esther, she said she’s
gonno come to school because of you o, she
said she misses your face ” Noso said.
” she better not miss me ooh.. We almost got
caught by Amaka (a sir pupil) the other day
while…
” While i placed my hands on her thighs.
What would have happened if that senior
caught me doing that? ”
” but you hav’nt really told me how it
happened o” -Noso replied.
Me; I’ll tell you later, Nosa and Emma are
coming” (my classmate).
*we all greeted and joked before before we
heard the bell*
##The school i attended had on primary
school and its secondary school was in
another area entirely (not in the same
compound)##
The bell rang for assembly and we all rushed
out. Praise and worship was led by a
teacher. Thereafter, the principal came and
welcomed all of us. He gave his speech on
‘rules and regulations’ and urged us to be in
our best behaviours.
+after the speech, we all marched to our
classes.
We were only 11 in primary 4 .
Six boys and five girls.
* our form teacher came and introduced
himself, and requested we also do the same.
Eventually the new girl Noso and I saw was
in our class, she
was fair, neatly dressed and goodloking.
She stood up and introduced her self as
Tasha.
Noso started calling her name silently to
himself (like he was tryna memorize it.)
our form teacher- Mr Ojo stressed that we’ll
need a class rep, and opted that anyone who
wanted to be the class captain should come
out.
No one did, apart from Emma.
He then asked if we wanted Emma to be the
class rep, we all replied ”NO!”
Emma was a bully! A dreaded one!
I can still remember him telling us he’ll deal
with us after class for refusing to crown him
captain!
Mr Ojo then asked the class to nominate
anyone,
Noso and some others shouted ”Leke!!!’
Leke was my ”nick name”
i was reluctant to come out cus i was never
interested in the position, but Mr Ojo
demanded my presence at the front of the
class to contend for the position.
I came out, and the girls in the class also
nominated Esther.
Esther was very brilliant, i wonder how i was
able to still come out ahead of her during
exams.
She could pronounce words i did’ntt know
without obstruction.
Mr Ojo requested that I and Esther backed
the class as they voted.
After the short election, we faced the class,
and i saw my friends giving me ‘thumbs up”
as Mr Ojo announced me as the new class
rep!
I wasn’t happy, i was scared!
In my mind ”weitin these people don put me
so?”
instead of me celebrating i was thinking
about what Emma would do to me after
class.
Time went fast as I hurried home as soon as
i heard the bell. I did’ntt even wait for Noso, i
was on my way out of the gate when i heard
someone called me – ‘lekins! Lekins! ”
i thought for a second, ‘could that be Noso,
but that is’nt his voice at all”
the voice called me again, and i did’ntt bother
to look back cus i remembered the voice.
I tried moving faster .
”you better wait there or else if i chase you,
you’re going to cry”
it was the bully Emma calling after me, in fear
i waited but summoned courage to confront
him.
He approached me and………
.
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S£X AS SHE TAUGHT ME PART 1
(Completed)
.


I was naive as a kid,just a shy nerdy kid. s*x
was foreign to me and i neva really found out
about it till i was almost 19. Whenever my
friends talked about their s*x escapades as
teens, i would listen with keen
interest,basking
in the euphoria of the tale. It was as if i was
living vicariously through their steamy
stories. I
rememba John’s stories d most,he was
confident and had many older brothers. We
looked up to him,although we were mates.
Talking to girls was easy for him,and he had
them around him always. I can recall vividly
how he told us about having s*x in the
school
toilet with a girl named Clara. I felt hurt and
intrigued at the same time because she was
my
ultimate crush,and we were just 14. I could
not
grasp it,how she could do something like that
.
Whenever i saw her walk by,the concocted
image of John and her,writhing in S#xual
ecstasy,would form in my head,and i would
immediately avert my eyes,so as not to give
away my emotions. Nevertheless i still
enjoyed
the stories,they were the highlights of my s*x
life as a teen. I went thru secondary school
without even kissing a girl. My fantasies were
filled with them,hmmmm,girls,i knew when
given the chance,i would take it with both
hands. And that opportunity came,yes it
came,with a bang,and i am forever glad that i
was untainted,ready and willing.
I met Stephanie when i was in 200level in the
university. The second semester had just
begun,i was at the bank to pay my school
fees,as was alot of the oda students. I saw
her
standing near the queue, about 5 pple stood
btw us. She wasnt beautiful,at least not in the
sense that you and i understand. She was
tall,dark and glamourous. Her slight hips
protuded behind her,complementing her
succulent firm bosoms. She had this dreamy
look abt her,confident but s*xy**,independent
but whimsical. Her inviting lips were doused
with a touch of glossy wet lips. Kiss me till u
die
was literarilly written all over her. God!,i was
lost, i stood there looking at
her,gaping,wishing.
I still rememba every single detail about that
day. The sun was shining brightly,but it
wasnt
hot,a gentle breeze was caressing my face.
Her
dark skin glowed in the sun. I glanced around
and noticed alot of guys eyes were fixed on
her
. I heard a guy talking behind me,he was
telling
his friend, “oboy u dey see that bird so ?! “,” i
must cage am!”. My heart was beating fast,i
stood no chance,there were better guys
here,that would get this girl.That moment I
wished she would say something,i wanted to
hear her voice,so i’l carry it to my
dreams,were
i’d cherish it for eternity.
I got tired of standing,so i sat on the
lush,well
trimmed grass,near the bank building.
Heaven
smiled down on me. About 10 minutes later
she
came n sat near me,i guess she was fed up
standing too. I almost screamed with joy,it
took
alot of self restrain for me not to have
shouted.
She said sumtin,i didnt hear at first,ofcourse
i
was still in disbelief,how cud i hv been so
lucky ?. “Are u here to pay ur fees ?”,she
askd
again,this time i promptly replied
affirmatively.
“This system is so stressful,i cant believe
we’ve
been here over 2 hours”,”i feel so tired n
worn
out”. I wanted to tell her she still looked
gorgeous, and that would hv sounded corny.
To
this day,i cant still understand why she spoke
to me. All i could say was sorry,it’l soon be
over.
She just looked at me,blinked her eyes and
sighed. She stood up,turned to me n said
tanx.
I was confused . My eyes trailed her as she
walked away,a fading dream,now i was back
to
reality.
I finished my bank stuffs n headed out d
banking hall,i had almost forgotten abt
her,when i saw her again.This must be fate.
This time i walked over to her,in my heart i
prayed she still remembered me. “hi”, “hey
you” she replied. “Guess your done ?” i
answered yea. We chit chatted a bit,she said
she would come bk d next day to finish up,as
she had something to do now. I offered to
come
keep her company the nxt day,to my surprise
she agreed . She asked for my
phone,punched
in her numbers and left. It felt so surreal,i
couldnt believe it,even when i got bk home
and
told my friends,they too didnt believe it.
Obviously she was older than me,i guessed
maybe abt 5 or 6 years. I was almost 19 and
she looked mid mid 20s. I waited till the next
day to call her,if she gave me a wrong
number,i
wouldnt sweat it,i was contented already,and
never thought things could progress this far.
At the second ring she picked up,time
paused,i
was silent,i tried to talk,no words came out,it
was her voice,it was unmistakeable. It was
soft
and serene,music to my ears. I hung
up,trying
hard to catch my breath. She called back
immediately,i picked and mumbled something
inaudible. She knew it was me. “Are you still
coming?”, ” ofcourse” i retorted. “ok see u in
a
bit”. She dropped the call.
.
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S£X AS SHE TAUGHT ME PART 1
(Completed)
.


I was naive as a kid,just a shy nerdy kid. s*x
was foreign to me and i neva really found out
about it till i was almost 19. Whenever my
friends talked about their s*x escapades as
teens, i would listen with keen
interest,basking
in the euphoria of the tale. It was as if i was
living vicariously through their steamy
stories. I
rememba John’s stories d most,he was
confident and had many older brothers. We
looked up to him,although we were mates.
Talking to girls was easy for him,and he had
them around him always. I can recall vividly
how he told us about having s*x in the
school
toilet with a girl named Clara. I felt hurt and
intrigued at the same time because she was
my
ultimate crush,and we were just 14. I could
not
grasp it,how she could do something like that
.
Whenever i saw her walk by,the concocted
image of John and her,writhing in S#xual
ecstasy,would form in my head,and i would
immediately avert my eyes,so as not to give
away my emotions. Nevertheless i still
enjoyed
the stories,they were the highlights of my s*x
life as a teen. I went thru secondary school
without even kissing a girl. My fantasies were
filled with them,hmmmm,girls,i knew when
given the chance,i would take it with both
hands. And that opportunity came,yes it
came,with a bang,and i am forever glad that i
was untainted,ready and willing.
I met Stephanie when i was in 200level in the
university. The second semester had just
begun,i was at the bank to pay my school
fees,as was alot of the oda students. I saw
her
standing near the queue, about 5 pple stood
btw us. She wasnt beautiful,at least not in the
sense that you and i understand. She was
tall,dark and glamourous. Her slight hips
protuded behind her,complementing her
succulent firm bosoms. She had this dreamy
look abt her,confident but s*xy**,independent
but whimsical. Her inviting lips were doused
with a touch of glossy wet lips. Kiss me till u
die
was literarilly written all over her. God!,i was
lost, i stood there looking at
her,gaping,wishing.
I still rememba every single detail about that
day. The sun was shining brightly,but it
wasnt
hot,a gentle breeze was caressing my face.
Her
dark skin glowed in the sun. I glanced around
and noticed alot of guys eyes were fixed on
her
. I heard a guy talking behind me,he was
telling
his friend, “oboy u dey see that bird so ?! “,” i
must cage am!”. My heart was beating fast,i
stood no chance,there were better guys
here,that would get this girl.That moment I
wished she would say something,i wanted to
hear her voice,so i’l carry it to my
dreams,were
i’d cherish it for eternity.
I got tired of standing,so i sat on the
lush,well
trimmed grass,near the bank building.
Heaven
smiled down on me. About 10 minutes later
she
came n sat near me,i guess she was fed up
standing too. I almost screamed with joy,it
took
alot of self restrain for me not to have
shouted.
She said sumtin,i didnt hear at first,ofcourse
i
was still in disbelief,how cud i hv been so
lucky ?. “Are u here to pay ur fees ?”,she
askd
again,this time i promptly replied
affirmatively.
“This system is so stressful,i cant believe
we’ve
been here over 2 hours”,”i feel so tired n
worn
out”. I wanted to tell her she still looked
gorgeous, and that would hv sounded corny.
To
this day,i cant still understand why she spoke
to me. All i could say was sorry,it’l soon be
over.
She just looked at me,blinked her eyes and
sighed. She stood up,turned to me n said
tanx.
I was confused . My eyes trailed her as she
walked away,a fading dream,now i was back
to
reality.
I finished my bank stuffs n headed out d
banking hall,i had almost forgotten abt
her,when i saw her again.This must be fate.
This time i walked over to her,in my heart i
prayed she still remembered me. “hi”, “hey
you” she replied. “Guess your done ?” i
answered yea. We chit chatted a bit,she said
she would come bk d next day to finish up,as
she had something to do now. I offered to
come
keep her company the nxt day,to my surprise
she agreed . She asked for my
phone,punched
in her numbers and left. It felt so surreal,i
couldnt believe it,even when i got bk home
and
told my friends,they too didnt believe it.
Obviously she was older than me,i guessed
maybe abt 5 or 6 years. I was almost 19 and
she looked mid mid 20s. I waited till the next
day to call her,if she gave me a wrong
number,i
wouldnt sweat it,i was contented already,and
never thought things could progress this far.
At the second ring she picked up,time
paused,i
was silent,i tried to talk,no words came out,it
was her voice,it was unmistakeable. It was
soft
and serene,music to my ears. I hung
up,trying
hard to catch my breath. She called back
immediately,i picked and mumbled something
inaudible. She knew it was me. “Are you still
coming?”, ” ofcourse” i retorted. “ok see u in
a
bit”. She dropped the call.
.
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WEDDING NIGHT PART 1
(Completed)
.

Good day friends, my name is Precious, and
what
i give you guys is the story of my life. A story
of
pain, love and sadness. A story of lost hope,
betrayal and death. A true life event that
turned
my life upside down.
Where do i start?.
I guess i have to start from the major
episode,
the
night that changed my whole life.
MY WEDDING NIGHT
I write with Tears
.
____ The dim light of the room was enough to
highlight Damian’s
body lying under the covers of our bed. His
long
frame was
silhouetted delicately as the sheet and
blanket
draped over his naked body. Every muscle of
his
slender frame was showing
through the somewhat thin fabric he placed
over
himself. The contoured mound of his
manhood,
prominently showing,
was highly erotic and
stimulating. My p.u.ssy began to water
slowly
as I
stood in the doorway staring at my new
husband.
I leaned against the molding of our room
door
and felt one of
my firm little breasts with my hand. My
nipple
instantly
hardened as i felt the heat flow into my stiff
nipple.
My pussy was slick with my internal
naturalness. I
felt the
warm trickle of my inner desire flow out and
coat
my now
engorging inner lips. My outer folds of
personal
smoothness also began to warm gently.
As I stared at my husband lying there
on the bed, my feelings roared all over my
body.
It was our first night as husband and wife. Oh
how happy and fulfilled i was that fateful
evening.
We really had lots of terrible challenges which
we
overcame to get married. I closed my eyes as
my
head played back the events which led to our
marriage.
I soon felt a hand on my shoulder and
another
between my legs. I felt warm breath on the
back
of my neck and the touch of hot soft lips
upon
my
skin at the same time. Damian had joined
me.
I did not open my eyes. I let my husband feel
me.
I felt my
husband’s hot body tenderly touch mine. His
damp skin tenderly brushing mine sent desire
rushing through me.
He slowly pressed his
erection against my body and I felt it throb as
blood rushed through it.
Slowly he planted tender kisses to the back
of
my
neck. His
warm lips felt good on my skin and the
tingles
from his loving touch made me shiver in
delight.
I tilted my head to the side slightly and he
moved
lower with his lips. His hand suddenly
covered
my
tenderness. The jolt of his hand on my place
of
sensualness made me moan with euphoric
pleasure.
Slowly, he ran a finger
through my hot wet divide. My hot core
flowed
onto his finger
as he moved it up and down, letting it sink
into
my soft pink fold. I felt my vertical line fold
over
his finger, contouring to the shape of his digit
sliding easily through my sexual lips. I felt
my
clit
come to life.
He gently ran his fingertip over my
hard sensitive knob of
pleasure. I shivered and moaned loudly.
Expertly his other hand covered one of
my small breasts which he squeezed hard.
My
nipple, as
hard as it already was, filled with more blood
and
felt as if it was
going to actually pop off my body. The
intense
feeling made
my body quiver.
Suddenly and with a swift move, he swung
me
around making me whimper in pleasure.
His handsome face was smooth and
his eyes deep. I touched his cheek
softly and ran my fingertip over his lips. He
gave
me a very caring look; the
look I fell in love with the moment we met.
Wrapping his arms around my delicate warm
body, he brought his lips to mine, kissing me
tenderly and long. I felt my breath leave my
lungs
like it always did.
Damian knew just how to leave me
breathless.
.
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WEDDING NIGHT PART 1 (Completed) .
Good day friends, my name is Precious, and what i give you guys is the story of my life. A story of pain, love and sadness. A story of lost hope, betrayal and death. A true life event that turned my life upside down. Where do i start?. I guess i have to start from the major episode, the night that changed my whole life. MY WEDDING NIGHT I write with Tears . ____ The dim light of the room was enough to highlight Damian’s body lying under the covers of our bed. His long frame was silhouetted delicately as the sheet and blanket draped over his naked body. Every muscle of his slender frame was showing through the somewhat thin fabric he placed over himself. The contoured mound of his manhood, prominently showing, was highly erotic and stimulating. My p.u.ssy began to water slowly as I stood in the doorway staring at my new husband. I leaned against the molding of our room door and felt one of my firm little breasts with my hand. My nipple instantly hardened as i felt the heat flow into my stiff nipple. My pussy was slick with my internal naturalness. I felt the warm trickle of my inner desire flow out and coat my now engorging inner lips. My outer folds of personal smoothness also began to warm gently. As I stared at my husband lying there on the bed, my feelings roared all over my body. It was our first night as husband and wife. Oh how happy and fulfilled i was that fateful evening. We really had lots of terrible challenges which we overcame to get married. I closed my eyes as my head played back the events which led to our marriage. I soon felt a hand on my shoulder and another between my legs. I felt warm breath on the back of my neck and the touch of hot soft lips upon my skin at the same time. Damian had joined me. I did not open my eyes. I let my husband feel me. I felt my husband’s hot body tenderly touch mine. His damp skin tenderly brushing mine sent desire rushing through me. He slowly pressed his erection against my body and I felt it throb as blood rushed through it. Slowly he planted tender kisses to the back of my neck. His warm lips felt good on my skin and the tingles from his loving touch made me shiver in delight. I tilted my head to the side slightly and he moved lower with his lips. His hand suddenly covered my tenderness. The jolt of his hand on my place of sensualness made me moan with euphoric pleasure. Slowly, he ran a finger through my hot wet divide. My hot core flowed onto his finger as he moved it up and down, letting it sink into my soft pink fold. I felt my vertical line fold over his finger, contouring to the shape of his digit sliding easily through my sexual lips. I felt my clit come to life. He gently ran his fingertip over my hard sensitive knob of pleasure. I shivered and moaned loudly. Expertly his other hand covered one of my small breasts which he squeezed hard. My nipple, as hard as it already was, filled with more blood and felt as if it was going to actually pop off my body. The intense feeling made my body quiver. Suddenly and with a swift move, he swung me around making me whimper in pleasure. His handsome face was smooth and his eyes deep. I touched his cheek softly and ran my fingertip over his lips. He gave me a very caring look; the look I fell in love with the moment we met. Wrapping his arms around my delicate warm body, he brought his lips to mine, kissing me tenderly and long. I felt my breath leave my lungs like it always did. Damian knew just how to leave me breathless. . click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemaker.com/2016/11/17/wedding-night-part-1/

ESCAPADES PART 1
(Completed)
.
I promised a while back to regale you with
tales
of my various sexcapedes at various times.
What I refer to as “abegi tales”. Well, so sorry
I
have not made good my promise, just that I
have been pretty busy with the numerous
cares
of life. We all know that no matter how freaky
we are, we still have to live in the mainstream
world and carry out our daily activities no
matter how hard it chaffs or how hard we
want
to get down to our freaky lifestyle. Freakiness
can’t be the whole of us, our society hasn’t
got
that far yet and even if we can successfully
live
that life, we still have to eat.
Yeah, back to the matter. A few months ago,
my cousin living in the United States came
visiting Naija with a couple of his friends.
They
are Nigerians too, only that they have spent
almost all their lives abroad. I was
responsible
for catering for all of their needs as I would
run
errands for my cousin. I daily had to take
food
to them in their hotel suit, took them sight-
seeing and generally baby sat them. It wasn’t
that there isn’t a capable male among
members
of my immediate or distant family, just that
my
cousin trusted me more than anybody. We
are
what you would call ‘birds of a feather’’.
Although my cousin is far older than me, we
have been in several excapedes together that
he trusts me more than anybody. And
anytime
he comes home to naija, he knows I always
got
his back in terms of babes and fun ideas.
I remember one time he was on his master
programme and I was an undergraduate in
two
hundred level of the same university. He had
been stuck between two girls, who were at
loggerheads over him. I had extricated him
from that messy situation. Several times he
had
F***ed girls with me in the same room. I
guess
there is an unspoken attraction between us. If
not for the fact that we are cousins, I guess
we
would be Bleeping each other! We were too
much embroiled in our religious upbringing to
cross that invisible barrier. We had virtually
done everything together except the s*x act.
Maybe if we were distant cousins, we would
have F***ed, unfortunately, we are not and
virtually grew up together.
Anyways, my cousin and I had an
understanding. I was his right hand woman.
Of
course he knew about my freaky side! He
was a
freak himself, so between us it was a kind of
honour among thieves.
My cousin’s Yankee friends were hunks! Built
up and all with six packs and well defined
toned muscles and I eyed them constantly,
imagining what I could do with them behind
closed doors! I couldn’t sum up the courage
to
talk to them however and my cousin was just
too busy to be bothered. I also had to be
careful since one of them had his old flame
always visiting.
I decided I would look for a way to at least
get
into bed with the shorter one called Kunle, the
one whose old flame was always visiting him.
Their story brought me to the realisation of
the
truth in what guys use to say about old
flames
‘once dey bee, always dey bee’. Meaning
once
you’ve F***ed each other, especially a babe,
no
matter what happens and in the right
circumstances, you would always F**K her.
Kunle’s old flame was married with three
kids.
She was still a beautiful woman however,
busty
and yanshy with curves in the right places.
On this fateful afternoon, I had brought the
guys lunch but my cousin was not in the
hotel
suite. I knocked but nobody answered and on
trying the door handle, it slide open so I let
myself in. I was immediately inundated with
F**K sounds coming from inside the room.
The
door was wide open and like a zombie, I was
pulled to the very entrance and peeped in. the
sight that met my eyes immediately sent my
Kittycat convulsing and dripping Kittycat
juice.
Kunle was a short rotund guy with stumpy
legs
and he had a leg each over this beautiful
lady’s
Buttocks which was in the air. The sounds I
had been hearing was in two folds. One was
the
sound of his groin slamming against the
lady’s
Buttocks while the other was the animal
sound
emanating out of the lady’s mouth. I couldn’t
see her face as she was facing away from
me
but the guy was positioned in such an angle
that I could see the side of his face. His face
was all scrounged up like he was being
tormented and his teeth was gripping his
lower
lips as he slammed into this lady’s Kittycat
ferociously.
What finally made up my mind for me was
the
sight of his Joystick as he pulled what must
have been no less than 10inch of very thick
man meat out of her hole and raised her
head,
handling her dangling Bosom in the process.
She wriggled and was now facing the door
and
I had to quickly shift so only a bit of my head
was peeping. By the time I would look again,
I
heard her give a loud scream as with a
smack
he was back inside her. He continued
Bleeping
his Joystick deep into her and I must have
made an unconscious noise because he
looked
up and straight into my eyes. I was so
mesmerised that I could not take my eyes off
the scene. My left hand had found its way
inside my pants and I was busy rubbing my
clit
feverishly even as I stared open mouthed at
Kunle F**K his ex all the while knowing he
was
looking at me too.
I watched as mouth open, her eyes rolled
back
in her head as he thrusts and thrusts into her
Kittycat, Bleeping his B***h, all the while
looking
at me. Drool was now running out of his ex’s
mouth. She lowered her head to the floor
which
only raised her Buttocks higher and let what
was the remaining of his Joystick slide
deeper
into her swollen Kittycat.
‘’Arrrgggggg’’ she screamed as she must
have
felt the additional inch of Joystick that slide
inside her and then he stopped moving and
leaning forward, pulled her sharply back by
the
braids on her head causing her back to arch
the more and I guess more of his Joystick to
slide further in. She screamed again and
again
and again as like a machine he increased the
force and intensity of his thrusts all the while
looking at me. I had Pour violently by this
time,
imagining it was me under him being
pummelled the way his ex was being
pummelled. I had to stifle a loud moan as
Kittycat juice filled my fingers and I definitely
saw a wicked smile on his face as he
obviously
knew that I had Pour. it was as if I was glued
to
where I was as I didn’t leave even after
cumming. I kept on watching. After minutes
of
serious pounding from him and screams
from
the lady, all the veins in his neck stood out as
he grunted and letting go of her head to grip
her hips, he slammed violently into her and
gave an animal grunt as he began to fill her
insides with his own seed, stream after
stream
filled her Kittycat and I watched as she began
to shake and spasm as she went into a
violent
orgasm eyes bulging screaming with veins
extending from her neck she has an orgasm
that must have been totally out of this world.
After he was done, his massive head rested
on
her back, his Joystick still oozing Pour into
her
Kittycat, still watching me. They lay there like
that for a few minutes before his deflated
Joystick popped out with an audible sound. I
watched as she crawled out from underneath
him and turned to position her mouth under
his
Pour drenched Joystick. Then she did
something I would never have expected from
someone like her. I watched as she licked his
Joystick clean of their Pour mixture plastered
to
his Joystick like a good B***h. That got me
totally hot again!

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FREDRICK, CAN YOU FVCK ME? PART 1
(Completed)
.
Fredrick and I has always been this s*x
craved couples. We could F**K till night fall
and then F**K till dawn with just 20 minutes
Intervals. I liked the body pain afterwards, it
made me feel special, and the traces left on
my body like he was trying to mark his
territory. We have been married for 2 years
now and were both blessed with a son , “my
little guardian angel” I nick named him, he
was such a beauty.
Deji was just 5 months old when I started
noticing the constant drench in between my
legs, the doctor was right about being s*x
craved after delivering. Fredrick and I enjoyed
a very spontaneous s*x life before I became
pregnant. We could F**K virtually anywhere,
in the kitchen, on top of the dinner table, in
the bathroom and even in the garage, we
were animals. Now I spend 60 percent of my
day thinking about Fredrick J0yst!ck and the
other 40 percent was about b0s0m feeding
Deji which of course left wet patches on my
underwear.
Birthing Deji was a gift but I had to lose a lot
too, Fredrick doesn’t put me to sleep with his
J0yst!ck anymore ,I had to sleep countless
nights without having that J0yst!ck buried in
me , I tried giving him signals but he was
indifferent, I did exercises to keep in shape so
I could parade myself half Unclad but still no
response, he was completely numb.
Numerous thoughts ran through my head,
was he doing this just because he didn’t
want any issues because of my complicated
child birth or was he no longer interested in
my body.
* * * *
” Fredrick, can you F**K me?” I was blunt
now, I didn’t have time seducing him
anymore or trying to get an eye of attention, I
just wanted his J0yst!ck. He looked shocked,
he stared at me for some time probably not
expecting those words. My head was bent
down and I couldn’t look him in the eye, this
was the very first time I verbally asked him
for s*x . He stared too long, i regretted ever
making that move. Suddenly he said ” Austin
and I are planning on buying a car today, it’s
about time I start going ” , got up from the
bed and walked out of the bed room. I felt
lost, I managed to hold back the tears that
seemed to have already fallen, Deji cried all
afternoon, like he felt his mummy’s pain.
I decided not to discuss anything that was
s*x related with Fredrick. I was hurt and
decided to ignore the throbbing in between
my legs, by the next week my K!ttyC@t was
drooling and calling for a J0yst!ck so Most
times Deji was fast asleep and my husband
was at work I would bury my fingers so deep
in my drenched K!ttyC@t, spreading my legs
as far as it could go fingering hell out of my
cu-nt.
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TRUE LIFE STORY OF AN ADDICT PART 1
(Completed)
.
This is not one of the stories you might have
read. This my life, what I went through. I felt like
sharing this. Who knows? Probably there are
people like me who might have gone through or
are going through same experience. I will not
bore you with fables. So, sit back and relax.
.
Introduction.
.
Purity is by God’s grace, yes. However, parents
must stand up to the challenge of nurturing their
wards to becoming pure as commanded by God
in the Bible. As for me though, I wasn’t. Thanks
to my parents’ divorce and deaths, and my
unwillingness to chastice myself.
After finishing my FSLC (First School Leaving
Certificate) sponsored by my mother, I left her
house for my dad’s to continue my secondary
education. Filled with the euphoria for a new
adventure, I rumbled in happiness – along with
my elder brother who happened to start his own
education same time as I started. We left our
mum. She was both happy and sad: happy
because our father will henceforth foot our
school bills and second, she would miss her two
sons. We shared her dilemna, too. But as young
lads, the former was what we were on the llok
out for. We had imagined freedom, enjoyment,
adventure and making new friends. We would
live a more suitable lifestyle, after all, our father
was on the payroll of Nigerian National
Petroleum Corporation.
All my life until that moment, my brother and I
had been jumping places: aunties, uncles,
relations…and so on. It was in my granny’s
house that I first experienced what will later
haunt me: s*x! I was only 5 years old when a
sister, who at that time would be 4 times older
than me, lured me into her room and had carnal
knowledge of me. Child abuse right? Stupidly
though, I didn’t tell anyone. I guess I was
enjoying it or I probably don’t know what I was
doing. This went on for years until my decided
that we’ve overstayed our welcome in granny’s
house after roughly 5-6 years with her.
I left my granny’s, but the experience didn’t leave
me. There is no day I don’t reminisce about it,
even now. I didn’t know why I kept mute about
this but obviously, it was one decision I regret
not making. It did hunt me.
My father was a man of many women. He was a
scholar, a Ph.D holder when it comes to doing
the ‘Adam’ with women. He had six wives, my
mum his first, and so many concubines. My
brother, my elder sister and myself are the result
of his union with my mum.
My brother and I arrived our father’s house, full
of excitement and hope. Without much-ado, we
were enrolled into one of the finest secondary
schools in Ikorodu axis (name withheld) to begin
our secondary education.
Months passed. Two years later, my mum died.
She passed away after a brief illness. We were
young. Much younger to be without a mother.
Being assured by our father’s promises, we lived
on. I may not tell you guys what we went
through in his house. That’s another soap opera
itself. Alas, 4 years after our mother’s demise,
our father died too. He was shot by robbers
when he ran into an operation scene. #SeeGobe

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SHE PULLED HER PANTS…. “I FVCKED”
PART 1
(Completed)
.


“”Ushhhhhhhh… Ashhhhh”…. Take it easy,
you are hurting me.”
She sang into my ears.
What I heard was:
“Do it faster, I need it faster… Harder!!!”
Me just stepped on the pedal and pumped
away. I was hitting her deeply, paying with
her
inner cacus. The sensation I was receiving
was
really worth all the suffering I had gone
through
just to get her.
“I will sue you for Molesting me o”
She said breathlessly as I turned her round
and
began the canine style on her. Sue who? Me?
She never jam. I would be the first to sue
her. I
know you guys might think I am crazy, but I
am
not. Oya, let me rewind it so you will know
why
I would want to sue her.
I had met her in an internet cafe. I was
already
done browsing but the time still remained.
Internet cafe these days no longer install that
software that automatically shuts you down
when your time is over. It was really that
good.
I lifted my head to look at the cafe attendant,
just to determine his position. He was seated
concentrating. Lol, my mind went back to
when
I was a cafe attendant. All my spare time
were
used in watching por’n online. I believed that
was the exact thing he was doing.
“How much is 30 minutes”
I heard a lovely voice said. I looked up again
to
behold the loveliest face I had ever seen. She
was not fat and was also not on the slim
side.
Just my exact kind of woman. I was
perplexed.
Now, I wanted to approach her but my liver
had
ran away from my body. It was just me, I and
my world.
She had settled down after purchasing an
hour
of browsing time. I was watching her. The
first
place she entered was facebook. I was
excited.
I peeped and saw her name, searched for her
immediately and added her. She received me
almost immediately. I sent her a message.
“Hi, can I have your number please?”
She replied.
“LOL”
Bleep it. I was trying to put words together in
my head when…
“Oga, you time don finish o.”
Chineke. No problem. I was happy I had
established contact. What remains is to go
through her ABOUT and and find out if her
number is there.
I got home and could not sleep. I could not
even eat and I had sweat pouring all over me.
Wait, no mind that statement there, I am only
trying to sound poetic. I ate all I wanted, had
a
perfect dream and was so relaxed my sweat
glands began protesting.
All through, I was busy thinking about this
girl.
Her beautiful features. Her smile, don’t ask
me
how I got to know how her smile looks. Owk,
I
will tell you. When I requested for her
number,
she looked at me and smiled. Which green
light
green pass wetin she gimme abeg?
I got to the office on Monday morning and
quickly went to the history of our chats. Like
say we even chat many self. I clicked on her
name and whoosaa, her page flew open. I did
the first thing. Scroll through her pictures.
They
were all stuning and I was busy clapping in
my
mind. I had landed jackpot.
“Attai, why are you smiling like a fish na?”
My colleague asked me. I looked at him. He
was always this pastor type and me was
always thinking and feeling that he is a
virgin.
Lol, a man being a virgin.
“O boy, na one babe wey I hammer o. Her
own
don finish”
I replied him.
“See, Attai, you need to change. Following
women is not good. You have a bright future
ahead of you.”
He advised.
“See this man. Tell me say you no fuucckk
pass
me for your past life na”
I asked him.
He just shook his head and wanted to walk
away. I stopped him with my speech.
“If na Jesus now, him no go give up on me
like
you just do o. Your hell fire go so hot pass
my
own because I go lay allegations for your
head
on judgment day wella”
I said. He shook his head the more, like he
was
planning to clear it.
“Attai, may God forgive you”
And in the catholic fashion, I replied..
“And also you”.
Now that is bad. I kept looking at the
pictures,
imagining her lying on the bed Unclad. Her
would her Kitty-Cat look like? Kai, I was
already
fuucckking her before I got my hands on her.
My dicckk from all those thoughts had
become
as hard as iron and I ws sweating under the
AC. See me o. Me wey no sweat before, na
me
wan begin sweat now, no lele sha.
“Attai, madam dey call you”
Me? Yesu, I don enter. How I wan carry go
face
that woman now. See as my pole wire just
tanda dey salute my tight plain trouser. No
ask
me o, I dey like make my trousers dey hug
me
sometimes. Sha, the girls for my office don
teach me lesson. Anytime them see me, na to
dey look my preek.
“Ma, you sent for me”
I spoke in my oyibo-film induced English.
Who
would not want to impress an American-
trained
professional? Her English self and the way
she
dey carry talk am make me know say Ishilove
and Princesa still dey kindergarten for Use of
English.
“Yes I did”
Imagine say na Queen Elizabeth dey yan this
one. You know how Englishmen dey speak
their
English na. That kind Harry Potter them. Well,
Naija women wey school for America dey
speak
Britannica, me wey school for Kano and don
watch all the American gangster movies must
speak like them na.
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SHE PULLED HER PANTS…. “I FVCKED”
PART 1
(Completed)
.


“”Ushhhhhhhh… Ashhhhh”…. Take it easy,
you are hurting me.”
She sang into my ears.
What I heard was:
“Do it faster, I need it faster… Harder!!!”
Me just stepped on the pedal and pumped
away. I was hitting her deeply, paying with
her
inner cacus. The sensation I was receiving
was
really worth all the suffering I had gone
through
just to get her.
“I will sue you for Molesting me o”
She said breathlessly as I turned her round
and
began the canine style on her. Sue who? Me?
She never jam. I would be the first to sue
her. I
know you guys might think I am crazy, but I
am
not. Oya, let me rewind it so you will know
why
I would want to sue her.
I had met her in an internet cafe. I was
already
done browsing but the time still remained.
Internet cafe these days no longer install that
software that automatically shuts you down
when your time is over. It was really that
good.
I lifted my head to look at the cafe attendant,
just to determine his position. He was seated
concentrating. Lol, my mind went back to
when
I was a cafe attendant. All my spare time
were
used in watching por’n online. I believed that
was the exact thing he was doing.
“How much is 30 minutes”
I heard a lovely voice said. I looked up again
to
behold the loveliest face I had ever seen. She
was not fat and was also not on the slim
side.
Just my exact kind of woman. I was
perplexed.
Now, I wanted to approach her but my liver
had
ran away from my body. It was just me, I and
my world.
She had settled down after purchasing an
hour
of browsing time. I was watching her. The
first
place she entered was facebook. I was
excited.
I peeped and saw her name, searched for her
immediately and added her. She received me
almost immediately. I sent her a message.
“Hi, can I have your number please?”
She replied.
“LOL”
Bleep it. I was trying to put words together in
my head when…
“Oga, you time don finish o.”
Chineke. No problem. I was happy I had
established contact. What remains is to go
through her ABOUT and and find out if her
number is there.
I got home and could not sleep. I could not
even eat and I had sweat pouring all over me.
Wait, no mind that statement there, I am only
trying to sound poetic. I ate all I wanted, had
a
perfect dream and was so relaxed my sweat
glands began protesting.
All through, I was busy thinking about this
girl.
Her beautiful features. Her smile, don’t ask
me
how I got to know how her smile looks. Owk,
I
will tell you. When I requested for her
number,
she looked at me and smiled. Which green
light
green pass wetin she gimme abeg?
I got to the office on Monday morning and
quickly went to the history of our chats. Like
say we even chat many self. I clicked on her
name and whoosaa, her page flew open. I did
the first thing. Scroll through her pictures.
They
were all stuning and I was busy clapping in
my
mind. I had landed jackpot.
“Attai, why are you smiling like a fish na?”
My colleague asked me. I looked at him. He
was always this pastor type and me was
always thinking and feeling that he is a
virgin.
Lol, a man being a virgin.
“O boy, na one babe wey I hammer o. Her
own
don finish”
I replied him.
“See, Attai, you need to change. Following
women is not good. You have a bright future
ahead of you.”
He advised.
“See this man. Tell me say you no fuucckk
pass
me for your past life na”
I asked him.
He just shook his head and wanted to walk
away. I stopped him with my speech.
“If na Jesus now, him no go give up on me
like
you just do o. Your hell fire go so hot pass
my
own because I go lay allegations for your
head
on judgment day wella”
I said. He shook his head the more, like he
was
planning to clear it.
“Attai, may God forgive you”
And in the catholic fashion, I replied..
“And also you”.
Now that is bad. I kept looking at the
pictures,
imagining her lying on the bed Unclad. Her
would her Kitty-Cat look like? Kai, I was
already
fuucckking her before I got my hands on her.
My dicckk from all those thoughts had
become
as hard as iron and I ws sweating under the
AC. See me o. Me wey no sweat before, na
me
wan begin sweat now, no lele sha.
“Attai, madam dey call you”
Me? Yesu, I don enter. How I wan carry go
face
that woman now. See as my pole wire just
tanda dey salute my tight plain trouser. No
ask
me o, I dey like make my trousers dey hug
me
sometimes. Sha, the girls for my office don
teach me lesson. Anytime them see me, na to
dey look my preek.
“Ma, you sent for me”
I spoke in my oyibo-film induced English.
Who
would not want to impress an American-
trained
professional? Her English self and the way
she
dey carry talk am make me know say Ishilove
and Princesa still dey kindergarten for Use of
English.
“Yes I did”
Imagine say na Queen Elizabeth dey yan this
one. You know how Englishmen dey speak
their
English na. That kind Harry Potter them. Well,
Naija women wey school for America dey
speak
Britannica, me wey school for Kano and don
watch all the American gangster movies must
speak like them na.
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BIRTHDAY S£X PART 1
(Completed)
.

It was my 21st birthday and I was on my way
to
see my girlfriend in school. She stayed off
campus in a 3 bedroom flat which she
shared
with two of her friends, Tolu and Tochi.
Tolu was short, dark skinned, attractive,
Tochi
however was a bit taller and light skinned,
but
still reasonably attractive.
My girl’s bestfriend however was Ife, who
was in
the same department as her and whose best
feature (in my humble opinion) was her big
br**sts.
Apparently the four of them were taking me
out
for a meal and drinks that night. I arrived at
their
house and rang the doorbell, Tolu answered
it,
wearing a dressing-gown, obviously still in
the
process of getting ready to go out, she gave
me
a kiss on the cheek, wished me happy
birthday
and ushered me into the house.
I asked where my girl was and she replied
that
she was in her bedroom, but didn’t want me
to
come in just yet, as she had a surprise for
me.
I went to sit down on the couch, but Tolu
quickly
stopped me, and pointed me
towards a chair placed in the middle of the
room,
as apparently I had to be centre of attention
in
the middle of the room. I didn’t
see the point in arguing so I took the chair.
But as soon as I sat down, I felt my arms
being
pulled back behind the chair and
heard a click and I could feel my hands were
restrained. I looked behind me and saw that
my
hands had been handcuffed behind the chair.
I turned my head back around to protest and
saw Tochi and Ife were now standing next to
Tolu, both also wearing dressing-gowns.
“What
do you think you’re playing at?” I said.
“There’s been a slight change in plan” Tolu
informed me. “We’ve decided not to take you
out
after all, Instead we’re all going to have a
cosy
night in.” “Why the
handcuffs? And where is Moji?” I demanded.
(Moji being my girlfriend)
“Well, as we’re not going out we had to think
of a
way to treat you, as it’s still your birthday
after
all, and Moji kindly
agreed to let us have some fun with you, but
we
didn’t want you running away, getting
impatient
or generally doing
anything we don’t want you to, so we’ve had
to
handcuff you to the chair.” Tochi enlightened
me. “And to stop your babe from interfering,
unfortunately we’ve
had to handcuff her to her bed, but don’t
worry,
she’s fine, and you’ll get to see her later. But
for
now, sit back, do as you’re told and most
importantly enjoy yourself!” Ife
Said.
.
With that the three girls undid the ties at the
front of their dressing-gowns and to my
amazement, one at a time, took them off.
Tochi was the first to slip out of hers,
revealing
herself to be wearing just a pink bra and
matching thong and then doing a little twirl
to
make sure I’d got a good view.
Tolu took hers off next, to reveal a black
push-up
bra that gave her a nice cleavage and
matching
tie-side briefs, she also gave a little twirl to
give
me a good view.
Finally Ife took her dressing-gown off,
revealing a
white bra that was struggling to contain her
big
br**sts and matching underwear that was
revealed to be a G-string upon her
completing a
twirl.
I couldn’t believe what was happening, Moji’s
hot
friends were in just their underwear in front
of
me, apparently ready to give me a good
night,
something I was
more than willing to accept, even if it wasn’t
being forced upon me via handcuffs, after all
this
was already turning out better than
my wildest dreams!
.
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BIRTHDAY S£X PART 1
(Completed)
.

It was my 21st birthday and I was on my way
to
see my girlfriend in school. She stayed off
campus in a 3 bedroom flat which she
shared
with two of her friends, Tolu and Tochi.
Tolu was short, dark skinned, attractive,
Tochi
however was a bit taller and light skinned,
but
still reasonably attractive.
My girl’s bestfriend however was Ife, who
was in
the same department as her and whose best
feature (in my humble opinion) was her big
br**sts.
Apparently the four of them were taking me
out
for a meal and drinks that night. I arrived at
their
house and rang the doorbell, Tolu answered
it,
wearing a dressing-gown, obviously still in
the
process of getting ready to go out, she gave
me
a kiss on the cheek, wished me happy
birthday
and ushered me into the house.
I asked where my girl was and she replied
that
she was in her bedroom, but didn’t want me
to
come in just yet, as she had a surprise for
me.
I went to sit down on the couch, but Tolu
quickly
stopped me, and pointed me
towards a chair placed in the middle of the
room,
as apparently I had to be centre of attention
in
the middle of the room. I didn’t
see the point in arguing so I took the chair.
But as soon as I sat down, I felt my arms
being
pulled back behind the chair and
heard a click and I could feel my hands were
restrained. I looked behind me and saw that
my
hands had been handcuffed behind the chair.
I turned my head back around to protest and
saw Tochi and Ife were now standing next to
Tolu, both also wearing dressing-gowns.
“What
do you think you’re playing at?” I said.
“There’s been a slight change in plan” Tolu
informed me. “We’ve decided not to take you
out
after all, Instead we’re all going to have a
cosy
night in.” “Why the
handcuffs? And where is Moji?” I demanded.
(Moji being my girlfriend)
“Well, as we’re not going out we had to think
of a
way to treat you, as it’s still your birthday
after
all, and Moji kindly
agreed to let us have some fun with you, but
we
didn’t want you running away, getting
impatient
or generally doing
anything we don’t want you to, so we’ve had
to
handcuff you to the chair.” Tochi enlightened
me. “And to stop your babe from interfering,
unfortunately we’ve
had to handcuff her to her bed, but don’t
worry,
she’s fine, and you’ll get to see her later. But
for
now, sit back, do as you’re told and most
importantly enjoy yourself!” Ife
Said.
.
With that the three girls undid the ties at the
front of their dressing-gowns and to my
amazement, one at a time, took them off.
Tochi was the first to slip out of hers,
revealing
herself to be wearing just a pink bra and
matching thong and then doing a little twirl
to
make sure I’d got a good view.
Tolu took hers off next, to reveal a black
push-up
bra that gave her a nice cleavage and
matching
tie-side briefs, she also gave a little twirl to
give
me a good view.
Finally Ife took her dressing-gown off,
revealing a
white bra that was struggling to contain her
big
br**sts and matching underwear that was
revealed to be a G-string upon her
completing a
twirl.
I couldn’t believe what was happening, Moji’s
hot
friends were in just their underwear in front
of
me, apparently ready to give me a good
night,
something I was
more than willing to accept, even if it wasn’t
being forced upon me via handcuffs, after all
this
was already turning out better than
my wildest dreams!
.
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MIDNIGHT SAGA (Romance Story)
PART 1
(Completed)
.

It was a Monday Morning,I stepped into
Class, i
was About 5 minutes late, the Lecturer was
already in the Class.
I was scared of Getting Disgraced so I just
Stood
by the door, with my books in my hands.
The Lecturer Noticed me and Gave me a
Gesture
to come in.
the class was Filled up, Some Guys were even
Standing at the back,
but I noticed an Empty Seat, at the Second
row,
close to this Very Beautiful Light Skinned
Damsel.
logically I knew it probably belongs to
Someone
else.but I chose to try my Luck.
Hi, Please is this Seat taken? I asked.
she looked at me for like 2 seconds, and Said
No!
I sat down sharp, No Dulling.
Wow! You smell Nice, I told her. she Blushed
with her Head downwards.
thank you she said,
Am Jeff by the Way and you?
Sandra she Said
Damn! why is it that Most Girls with That
Name
are so Pretty i said.
She blushed and Said , Oh Please.
You’re going to Get us Embarrassed by this
Lecturer she Added.
You seem Worth the Risk I Said, with a Grin.
The Man Is even Boring sef. I Put in
We kept Going on and on, she Seemed to
Like
my company
The Class was Almost Over, I realised if I
don’t
make a Move for this Lady’s Number, all my
Earlier effort will Come to Null.
I dropped my Phone on the Desk right in
Front of
her.
Can I have your Number Pls?
Why She Asked.
*See Question oh*
I like Your Sense of Humour, and I’ll like to
Get to
know you better some other time.
Okay she Said, with a Smile, and typed her
Digits, Nice phone she said.
Thanks I replied, with a Big Smile
I had this Friend, a Hausa guy actually, His
name
was Ibro. this Guy is Very Funny.
We were Returning Back Home from School.
Omo Class dey Go on You Just dey Yab that
Fine Chick, This Chick Like you sha, He said
Guy you Mad oh, Why you say she like me? I
asked.
All of us wey Stand for Back, We been ask
the
babe who get the Seat, She been tell us say
na
for her Friend.
Hahahahahaha, I Laughed Uncontrollably.
At about 8 p.m I dialled her Number, Mtn
Zone
Indicated 8kb/s. I said “Correct”
Hi Dear, its…… I recognize you, She
Completed.
Jeff Right?
Yes I Responded, Surprised.
Your Voice Sounds Even more Auspicious on
Phone, I said
She Giggled.
Hey, How are you doing, Am Good She Said.
I haven’t Stopped thinking about you since
we
Met, I just thought maybe we Could hang Out
Sometime and Chat over Dinner if that’s okay
with you.
She Laughed.
what’s Funny I asked?
No Forgive me, I just like hearing you talk.
*See talk oh*
Okay, is that a Yes?
I’ll think about it she said.
*when a Girl tells you this, Most of the time,
its a
Yes, Ladies Playing hard to Get.
Ibro was a Very Good friend of Mine
He Doesn’t Date,Doesn’t have a Girlfriend, but
No
one Gets As much $ex as he Does. Lol
So around that 8p.m I heard music coming
from
his Room, his room is Opposite Mine.
Knocked on his door, no response, just the
music, I walked in and saw him on the Couch
with Just Boxers and no shirts.
Guy wetin dey Happen na?
Before he Could reply, I saw two Very
Beautiful
Ladies Coming out of the Bathroom with Just
P.ants And B.ra
Ibro you bad, Ibro you bad, Ibro you bad, I
said
with My eyes fixed on their bosoms.
Guy Chill na, You wan kill my Konji? he said
One of the Girls Moved Forward and ki$$ed
him,
one Wicked French Ki$$,
I was About turning to leave, when ibro, said,
Guy
you mumu oh, you wan walk out on free P.u
$$y
My Perplexed face just Brightened, I took that
as
an Invitation.
The other Girl was already giving him a
B.lowjob.
The other Girl Approached me, and dragged
me
to the Bed,
Gave me a Hot ki$$, this Girl was
Experienced,
Obviously.
I had Taken My Clothes off, and was now like
Adam.
Grabbed her Huge Melons, and set them Free
from the Bondage of the B.ra restricting
them.
To Enlighten you Guys, I knew this Girls were
Professional W.hores, Hired by Ibro. trust
Hausa
man na.
There’s two things I wouldn’t do, F.uck her
without C.ondom, and lick her p.u$$y.
How can I put my mouth where Many Men
Have
Deposited their loads of C.um?
C.ondom was always Smartly Hidden in my
Wallet.
I took off her P.anties too. Directed her
Mouth,
to my D.ick.
this Girl sucks a Joystick with Passion, She
was
so Good.
Grabbed her by the Head, Stroked her Head
up
and Down on My D.ick.
“This Is Goooood” I managed to say.
Noticed if I go on like this for the next 5
minutes,
am gonna C.um.
I noticed ibro and His own babe, were
already
Far Gone, he was giving her D.oggy. Baddo!
the Music in the Background was a killer
This Babe’s P.u$$y was Nicely Shaved, Fine
Girl
with Bursty bosoms
I sucked on them bosoms, She Moaned,
*Good thing about S.luts, is they don’t try
hard to
hide their Orgasms, the way some Girlfriends
do.*
the m.oans of the babe Ibro was b.anging
was
already interfering with the music .
Damn the Preintimacy I said.
got my C.ondom, rolled it Nicely on my
Rod,Rod
of Perdition. In one Swift Move, My D.ick was
In
there.
she made an “Arrrgggg’ Sound. *Correct*
I was Going Slowly, taking my time, She kept
saying Faster, Faster, Baby please.
I no send, I was Just going Slowly, Taking my
time.
Then I Upped the Game, Giving her like 10
Thrust
in 5 Seconds, then Slowing down. again
this Babe, Was Screaming, Wrapped hers legs
around my w.aist and was saying some
words in
Yoruba
*I can’t speak Yoruba*
Ibro was Having the Reverse Cowgirl. I could
see
the Girl’s A$$ hole From where I was,
instead of me to Concentrate on the One In
my
Front, Lol
We later Switched to D.oggy.
This Time around I was Moving Fast, Slapped
Her A$$, And Pulled her Hair.
Slapping the A$$ gives some sort of Vibration
and Sweetness on the D.ick.
*No try am on babe you love oh*
Am Gonna C.um, Am gonna C.um, Ibro’s
Babe
Was Screaming, Damn!
In a Snap, She had wet the whole Cushion.
We switched to Cowgirl. there’s only one
reason
why I love This Style.
*the Way the bosoms moves Up and Down.*
She was Pounding me hard, Her hands on
her
head .I couldn’t take this Anymore, she was
slowing Down,Looks like she was Tired.
I Grabbed her A$$, And Penetrated her from
Beneath, She Was M.oaning, Loud.
I was Going at a Very Fast Pace, My C.um
was
Building up.
In a matter of minutes, I was Approaching.
she just Fell to the bed.
I took out the C.ondom and disposed it.
Ibro and his Babe were through too,he gave
me
a Gesture, Indicating we should Switch
Babes.
Ibro came to where I was, I moved to where
he
was, I couldn’t fvck her on the same Wet
Couch,
so I dragged her to the Bathroom, My Erect
D!ck
Pointing the way like a Navigator. I sat on the
Closed Water Closet.
She Sat on My D!ck (I had Rolled another
C.ondom)
I like this Position cause I get to do two
things at
a Time, Suck her hard N.ipples while She
moves
Up and Down on my C.ock
This One’s p.u$$y was more Loose than the
other one I had, or na Ibro Ruin am?
Who cares, P.u$$y is meant for F.ucking.
She was Riding my C.ock, slowly, so I could
get
to suck her N!pples with ease.
I Could tell she was Enjoying every bit of it.
raised her Head to the Ceiling with eyes
Closed.
I wasn’t enjoying it that Much, coz I was
Carrying her Weight.
after about 5 minutes.
I stood up, made her Bend with her hands on
the
Closed, Closet.
Penetrated her P.u$$y, I later Changed My
mind,
P.u$$y wey no Grip your D.ick no dey Sweet.
I Aimed for her A.$$hole.
Slowly and Steadily tried to slid my Joystick
to
her A.$$hole.
The Fact that it Entered without much Stress
indicated that I wasn’t the Pioneer afterall.
I loved the Grip I got. e wan Break my D!ck
sef.
I was thrusting slowly, and later Increased my
Pace.
this Girl was a Screamer, I bent Forward and
Massaged her C!its, this Act drove her Crazy.
a
Passerby would think she was being R.aped.
they’re just Uncontrollable Sounds of
Pleasure
the music Blacked out the M.oans, to an
Extent.
Stood her up, Pushed her to the wall, Raised
one
of her Legs up,Slid my c.ock into the p.u$$y
this
Time around, Pounding her A.$$ against the
Wall.
I was Also Staring deep into her Eyes While
at it.
her Eyes got Bigger, She was Staring at me,
like
pleading for Mercy and at the same time
saying,
Please don’t Stop.
And the funny thing is I was Far from
C.umming
sef.
I kept Pounding her A$$, Like this for like 7
Minutes,
In a Swift Move, I lifted her Up, Her legs
Round
my W.aist, My d.ick Deep into her P.u$$y,
and
was Banging her Upwardly.
did that for About 2 minutes
*The babe heavy*
I still didn’t C.um.
We were both Tired sef.
I just took out the C.ondom and Let her Give
me
a b!owjob.
when I felt like Approaching, I retracted my
Di.ck
and Spilled the C.um on her bosoms.
.
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PLAY BOY PART 1
(Completed)
.

MONDAY MORNING…
Gerald woke up looking at the wall clock
above
his head, 6:15AM, he got up sluggishly and
walked to the bathroom to wash his mouth
and
have a bath.
At 29, young and successfully living in a
4bedroom duplex@ magodo, driving a
porsche
car with a good job. To crown it all he’s good
looking, 6.ft tall, dark with broad shoulders.
What more could any young man ask for? He
had it all.
After prepping for work, he got into his car
and
drove off to his office. Luckily traffic was
light
in no time he was parked in his parking
space
in front of the company.
********
Sade wore an orange gown, black bag and
shoes to match. She tried to look as
professional as possible.
She arrived early enough for her 1st day at
work. After meeting necessary people she
was
good to go.
“Good morning Mr okoye,” Gerald heard his
boss’s voice as he looked up from his laptop.
“This is Miss Akinterinwa an IT student from
UNILAG. She ll be working under you. Sade
meet mr Gerald okoye, Gerald meet miss
Sade
Akinterinwa.” His boss introduces them.
Gerald stood transfixed rooted to a spot
,staring
foolishly at the lady in front of him.The
sound
of the door brought him back to reality,he
just
realised Mr williams had left his office still he
couldn’t find his voice…
.
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PLAY BOY PART 1
(Completed)
.



MONDAY MORNING…
Gerald woke up looking at the wall clock
above
his head, 6:15AM, he got up sluggishly and
walked to the bathroom to wash his mouth
and
have a bath.
At 29, young and successfully living in a
4bedroom duplex@ magodo, driving a
porsche
car with a good job. To crown it all he’s good
looking, 6.ft tall, dark with broad shoulders.
What more could any young man ask for? He
had it all.
After prepping for work, he got into his car
and
drove off to his office. Luckily traffic was
light
in no time he was parked in his parking
space
in front of the company.
********
Sade wore an orange gown, black bag and
shoes to match. She tried to look as
professional as possible.
She arrived early enough for her 1st day at
work. After meeting necessary people she
was
good to go.
“Good morning Mr okoye,” Gerald heard his
boss’s voice as he looked up from his laptop.
“This is Miss Akinterinwa an IT student from
UNILAG. She ll be working under you. Sade
meet mr Gerald okoye, Gerald meet miss
Sade
Akinterinwa.” His boss introduces them.
Gerald stood transfixed rooted to a spot
,staring
foolishly at the lady in front of him.The
sound
of the door brought him back to reality,he
just
realised Mr williams had left his office still he
couldn’t find his voice…
.
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HOME ADVANTAGE (S*X Story) PART 1
.

In the year 2006………………………
We were at work arranging scrap metals,
when
we noticed a car drove in.
Chidi: twelve years work for here no fit buy
that
ride
Me: Trust me bro, I ain’t spending twelve
months here. I hope you do the same
Chidi: Abegi! no be everybody dem do school
for. Na by force I take finish JS 3 sef
Me: Na you talk so
Chidi: Me wan gather money go open my
shop.
Me: Na now you dey talk. Ibo boy.
A woman stepped out of the car, walking
towards the admin office
Chidi: Na oga wife be that o.
Me: which of the ogas?
Chidi: Chief Rotimi, na him get this factory.
Me: The same Chief Rotimi the polit…
‘’Tattoo and Chidi, e be like say this work don
tire una abi?’’
Our supervisor snorted from behind.‘’If I
catch
una dey talk instead of working, I go show
una’’
We continued arranging the scrap metals.
I clocked out at five as usual. I was walking
home when I saw an elderly woman, which I
guessed would be in her sixties looking lost.
The woman was in iro and buba, so I
guessed
she should be from the west. I approached
her.
”Good evening ma.” I greeted her in Yoruba
with a little bow.
Woman: Good evening, my son. Do you live
around here?
Me: yes, ma.
Woman: I’m going to my daughter’s house,
but
this area is confusing. The street was
supposed
to be behind this bank, but I don’t seem to
understand it anymore.
Me: The bank here is new. There’s another
one
over there.
Woman: Please take me there. God bless
you,
my son.
Me: Amen ma.
She easily recognized the street just the
behind
the other bank. She knocked when we got to
the front gate. The gate-man opened. Just
before she entered a car horned behind. A
woman alighted and i could swear I have
seen
that face before.
The younger woman: Mummy welcome. I
have
been worried.
The older woman: My phone battery went
flat,
I’m sorry.
The younger woman: It’s okay ma. Bless God
you’re here. But, you didn’t tell me you would
be coming with somebody?
The older woman: I almost got lost, but
thanks
to this my son.
The younger woman: oh! What’s your name,
young man?
Me: Galacious, ma
The younger woman: Thank you so much
Me: You’re welcome, ma
The younger woman: Alright let’s all go
inside.
Galacious please come in.
Me: hmm, I’m sorry ma I have to head back
home
The younger woman: oh! Not even a drink?
Me: It’s getting late ma, thanks.
The younger woman:: ok. I understand.
She reached into her purse and brought out
some notes.
The younger woman: please buy recharge
card
with this
She stretched her right hand towards me.
Me: don’t bother ma
The younger woman:: oh! I insist
Me: I’m sorry ma
The younger woman: Really?
She withdrew her hand.
The older woman: He is well brought up. You
shall not die young.
Me: Amen ma. Good night.
‘’ Good night, my son,’’ ‘’Alright. Take care
dear’’
They said in unison.
The next day was a Sunday—–our match
day.
The evening football match came up every
Sunday evening. The street had a mini
stadium
where kids played every day, but Sunday
evening was reserved for the older ones.
The game started as usual. Everything
seemed
normal till a shot was deflected and the ball
bounced into the street to hit one of the
young
ladies walking along. One was Chinenye who
lived on the street, but the other lady, whom
the
ball hit, doesn’t look familiar.
Other lady: Jeez!
Chinenye: sorry dear
Other lady: look at my gown!
I ran towards the ball, picked it up and
tossed it
to the field before turning to the ladies.
Me: sorry about that ma’am
Chinenye: Thanks jawe, Galacious.
Other lady: thanks? Seriously, Chinenye? So
you’re sorry comment is going to remove this
stain, right?
She snorted, starring at me.
Chinenye: C’mon Princess let’s get back
Inside.
Chinenye placed her arm around her shoulder
and they headed home.
I couldn’t utter a word after the apology. Not
that I didn’t know what to say, but I was
dumbfounded by her beauty. Ne-yo’s ‘When
You’re Mad’ was playing in my head. I could
swear I had never seen such beauty in my
life. I
stood there like a statute and watched them
walk back to Chinenye ‘s house. I was
brought
back to reality when I heard a voice coming
from the pitch ‘’Galacious, our set!’’.
Throughout the game there was only one
name
ringing in my head——-Princess.
Heading back home after the game I met
Tunji
who was coming out of my building.
‘’Galacious, how far?’’
‘’ i dey . This one way I see you for our
house.
Abeg o, my sister still young o.’’ I accused
him.
‘’Kai! I no be Pedophile na.’’ He protested and
continued, ‘’na the new girl I come shadow.’’
‘’Which new girl be that?’’ i asked.
‘’Oh! You don’t know? Good. Her name na
Udenme and an me dey do her parole.’’ He
explained.
‘’Udenme? For this house?’’
‘’Yes na. Na Grace’s cousin. But guy, like i
said
earlier na me dey do her parole. No go use
home advantage for me.’’
‘’TJ, you? Where you keep Kemi, Angela,
Chinelo. Rita…..’’
‘’Guy bone dat thing. I don’t tell you be that. I
dey go my house.’’
‘’Alright bro, later.’’

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THE FIRST DAY I TOAST A GIRL PART 1
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I wz drinking with my guy called ojoto,we
re gisting abt so many things and we re
laughing like mad people in the market
square,soon one pretty damsel pass
infront of us and i wz lost in her
hot,beautiful and sexy body.i started
moping at her like a morron.i wz tempted
to talk to her but i dnt knw how to
approach her in the first place. Ojoto
notice my mood… OJOTO:hey igwe! Are u
okay? ME:*i regain myself immediately*
OJOTO:na dat babe wey pass us now,na
im make u got lost abi na wat? ME:my guy
i don dey fall for her but i no get the liver
to talk to her oooo.s–t!my guy help me
now.. OJOTO:wat do u want me to do?
ME:code her for me. OJOTO:again! Guy i
no fit do am.u don mature enough to toast
babe naw..at dis ur age,u no sabi how to
toast babe….shame on u! ME:u be my padi
naw abeg,do am for me. OJOTO:wetin i go
do na to call am for u but i wouldnt toast
her for u oooo! ME:guy u want to disgrace
me? U knw say i never try am for my
life.as u say so,no problem,call am for me
naw*ojoto left.my mind started beating like
MTN transformer.i wz lost in thought abt
wat to tell her.a kind of sweat dat wz
guishing out of my body can be use to
make tea…my blood is very hot in dat
minute.all my body wz just vibrating*wat
will i do if dis girl finally land here?hw will i
convince her?hw wil i go abt it*my brain
wz just shaking as if they are frying pop-
corn on my head*gush! God plz help me
ooooo…………….

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THE FIRST DAY I TOAST A GIRL PART 1
.

I wz drinking with my guy called ojoto,we
re gisting abt so many things and we re
laughing like mad people in the market
square,soon one pretty damsel pass
infront of us and i wz lost in her
hot,beautiful and sexy body.i started
moping at her like a morron.i wz tempted
to talk to her but i dnt knw how to
approach her in the first place. Ojoto
notice my mood… OJOTO:hey igwe! Are u
okay? ME:*i regain myself immediately*
OJOTO:na dat babe wey pass us now,na
im make u got lost abi na wat? ME:my guy
i don dey fall for her but i no get the liver
to talk to her oooo.s–t!my guy help me
now.. OJOTO:wat do u want me to do?
ME:code her for me. OJOTO:again! Guy i
no fit do am.u don mature enough to toast
babe naw..at dis ur age,u no sabi how to
toast babe….shame on u! ME:u be my padi
naw abeg,do am for me. OJOTO:wetin i go
do na to call am for u but i wouldnt toast
her for u oooo! ME:guy u want to disgrace
me? U knw say i never try am for my
life.as u say so,no problem,call am for me
naw*ojoto left.my mind started beating like
MTN transformer.i wz lost in thought abt
wat to tell her.a kind of sweat dat wz
guishing out of my body can be use to
make tea…my blood is very hot in dat
minute.all my body wz just vibrating*wat
will i do if dis girl finally land here?hw will i
convince her?hw wil i go abt it*my brain
wz just shaking as if they are frying pop-
corn on my head*gush! God plz help me
ooooo…………….

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