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http://penastory.com/2016/02/25/advice-me-i-am-in-a-long-distance-relationship-and-unhappy-but-i-love-her/

For 9 months I have been in a relationship with my girlfriend whom I met in Lagos during my internship and we started dating sometime last year. After my internship I went back to school to finish up, now she is back in Lagos. Before I was leaving Lagos we had a heart to conversation that “was she going be comfortable without me when I leave ?” She told me she would so I left, few months later we started having issues from one story to another.

One of the main issues we had was the fact that both of us started feeling unsecured especially her. Now at this point in my life I don’t need something to bother me emotionally. She stopped being who she used to be, now I want to break up with her but at the same time I love her so much but I feel breaking up will help me because it’s pretty much intense at this stage. I have lacked focus all because of a relationship and I have not been happy and am as faithful as I can be despite the fact we are miles away.

So should I break up with her or stay? Because it hasn’t been easy for the past four months and am tired. Please I need your candid advice.

Source: PenAStory www.penastory.com

http://penastory.com/2016/01/20/a-little-something-for-the-groom-18/

It was my bachelor’s eve party and the guys had organized a little something for me. At least that was what Tade had called it. Throughout my years as a bachelor to getting engaged to Jane, I had always prided myself on being a virgin though I rolled in the company of two notorious playboys. I had promised myself that I was going to remain a virgin right until my wedding night but all that changed on the eve of my wedding.

Tade picked me up from work that Friday evening and as he drove down to Richard’s place, he was giving me a sermon on how it was wrong of me to be working a day before my wedding. I told him that Jane didn’t mind and that I was just trying to clear out my desk so that I wouldn’t have to worry about work when we were in Hollywood in Hawaii. When we got to Richard’s, he entered the car in his usual boisterous manner and asked Tade if all was set at the house, a question which Tade answered with a confirmative nod of his head and Richard gave me a wink. They knew that I wasn’t too cool with the idea of the bachelor’s party but since the three of us have been friends for well over ten years now, there was little I could do. They had refused to tell me of where the party was going to be held, all they had said was that it was safe enough for all secrets to die there without Jane ever knowing what went down though I knew I had no intention of doing anything that would need hiding from Jane.

“Relax man, you are going to be alright, it’s just some booze and good pussy,” Richard said with a laugh as he opened a can of Orijin from a small cooler in the back seat, “it’s your bachelor’s eve, don’t you want to tell your children of at least one sin that you committed. It is technically not going to be cheating if you don’t do anything you know.” The meaning of that dawned on me much more later. He continued, “You are not yet married to Jane so you can get into your faithful husband mode starting tomorrow.”

“Well that is not so reassuring coming from a man who has no intentions of getting married. What would you know about cheating?” Richard has two children from two different women and according to him, he was never getting himself into the prison called marriage. According to him, one would he want to fish in the same pond when he could visit as many rivers as he could without guilt. There was just no convincing him that marriage was much more than sex,to Richard, every woman was sex on legs to him.

We got to the apartment in no time and a gateman opened the gate for us. As I got down, Richard motioned for me to stop and said as part of the fun, he and Tade had agreed to blindfold me so that I didn’t freak out. I took one look at their faces and realized that they were serious so I allowed myself to be blindfolded and like a lamb to the slaughter they led me into the house. The party was already in full swing as I could hear Patoranking’s “Girlie O” blasting from a stereo. I was lead to what must have been the centre of the room and then the music volume reduced, I was surprised when I heard Tade’s voice

“Thank you for coming to our very good friend, Chinedu’s bachelor’s party. We the friends of Nedu are however a bit uncomfortable with the idea that our friend is about to get married without knowing the pleasures that comes from a woman so we have decided that we got to teach him how to be a man for Jane.” I reached out and tried to yank the blindfold off my eyes but they were too quick for me, Tade and Richard held me down while someone began to tie me down to the chair I was sitting on. I was going to kill them, at least I believed I thought I was going to kill them.

The music began to play again and then I felt a hot breath fanning across my face, it was soft and held a sweet pleasant smell that I couldn’t place my hands on, it smelt oddly like Jane’s perfume and then I felt someone unbuttoning my shirt. I tried to move but couldn’t, the bastards. They had led me to be humiliated in front of everybody?

“Relax Chinedu, I am only here to make your every fantasy come to life,” a female voice said in my ear. I don’t want my fantasy coming to life I wanted to say but I said nothing as I felt her go behind my chair and a tongue began probing my ear. Her moist tongue felt as if it was curled as it played in my ear while her fingers unbuttoned my shirt. Wait, it wasn’t the same person, there were two of them. There were two women? When my buttons were undone, I felt two fingers run through my chest hair and despite my own protest, I began to feel a stirring in my groin. How was that even possible, I was tied in a room filled with only God knows how many people and I was having an erection?

The soft breath came to my face again and this time the tongue teased itself across my lips while I felt a hand working on my zipper. I tried to turn my head away but a soft palm turned my face back and I found myself allowing myself to be kissed. It had to be the scent, it reminded me of Jane. Her lips were soft and undemanding as she kissed me and her tongue probed my mouth. She explored every corner of my mouth and I felt that stirring in my crotch again before I felt another hand at my dick and then a mouth. She began to kiss the glans with her mouth and f it was possible to have buckled, I am sure I would have buckled. Despite my protestations, I felt my dick growing firm and harder. The girl at my dick rolled her tongue around the tip before my member went into her mouth. This sensation was sensation like I had never felt before and my mouth sought the girl at my mouth with my fervor as my dick came to full erection with the sucking, licking and stroking that was going down on my dick.

Her mouth was traveling up and down the length of my dick over and over again. This was damn insane, I shouldn’t be erect, I shouldn’t be enjoying it but alas I was. She was alternating between licking and sucking and for the first time since getting tied up, I wished I was free not to make my escape but to touch something but I was tired and the girls kept on doing the work. The girl at my dick then did something that surprised me even more, she went to work on my balls. She proceeded to lick my balls while her hand jerked on the shaft of my dick. I groaned with pleasure, although I was a virgin, I had jerked myself a couple of times before now but having someone else do it was a totally new experience. The girl kissing me suddenly pulled away and spread my shirt apart and began licking and sucking on my beefy abs with her fingers rubbing up and down the sides of my body. I couldn’t take this anymore I began, threw my head back as I tried to get as much of my dick into the girl sucking me and she must have felt that twitching sensation because just as I was about to cum, her mouth left my dick and her hand went back to jerking me even as I screamed in climax.

I suddenly felt embarrassed, that had just happened in front of other people and as if sensing my new embarrassment, one of the girls whispered to me, don’t worry, we were alone as she undid my blindfold. It was Lydia, Jane’s best friend but I never got to see the face of the other girl as she was already closing the door behind her. Lydia dressed pulled up my trouser and untied my hands before also walking out the door and I quickly undid the ropes to adjust myself before my crazy friends made their re-entrance.

Source: PenAStory www.penastory.com

http://penastory.com/2016/02/24/the-virgin-a-shower-and-valentines-day-18/

Sola had called earlier the day before valentine to say that she was not going to be available for the Valentine outing that we had been planning. She had to go see her aunt in Ibadan for some important family matter that could not be postponed. I tried to hide my disappointment as I prepared myself for a boring valentine day. It was going to be church and back to the lonely house. Valentine morning came and I found was still disappointed that I wasn’t going to be spending the day with her. I didn’t need a special day to be with her but I am not one of those pretentious people that try not to celebrate when others do. There is nothing wrong with simply setting aside a day to make it all about your lover.

I dressed in my cream-coloured suit and pastel pink shirt before heading out to church for the early morning service, as one of the workers in church, I had to be there early. For some weird reason, I was not particularly feeling the Pastor’s sermon that day and decided to head back home after telling the head of my department that I wasn’t feeling too well. To say I was surprised when lo and behold, Sola was at my apartment. She has a key to my apartment so it was no surprise that she had let herself in. what surprised me was that she was cooking. She had on a loose fitting gown that bellowed around her as she moved towards me and planted a soft kiss on my lips. I stood there in shock, not sure I had entered the right apartment, and if I had, was this my Sola. Sola never cooked, we ate out. What was that smile on her face and what was that sweet aroma wafting from the kitchen?

“Happy Valentine’s day honey. I wasn’t expecting you to be back so early,” she said with a pout “now you have ruined my surprise, the food is not yet ready.” On several occasions, we had quarreled about her lack of disposition to cooking so this was easily a sweet gesture on her part. I was touched and as she made to go back into the kitchen, I pulled her back to me and planted a more intimate kiss on her lips. She giggled like an excited schoolgirl while I went into my bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes. If I had thought that cooking a meal was all that Sola had in stock for me, I had another thought coming.

“I need you to go wash off church from you before you sit down at the table,” she said with that giggle again as she began setting the table. I was still too far dazed at her actions that I thought nothing of it and headed towards the bathroom, peeling off the blue jeans that I had changed into.

I stepped into the bathtub and turned on the overhead shower, I had been in when I heard the door open and in she came wearing nothing but a fishnet top. Where had the gown gone to and what was she up to?

“Sola,” I tried to control the lust in my voice as I stared at her braless breasts under the top. One of her nipples was jutting out of the holes of the fishnet top and as she moved into the bathroom, I suddenly realized that I was naked. What happened to our agreement to wait till after marriage? What was Sola doing? I had no time to think as she joined me in the bath and the water splashed on her body.

“Hush,” she said and placed one finger on my lips before lowering her head to kiss my lips. Sola would never know that although I never tried to pressure her to have sex, I was getting it outside but as our marriage drew closer, I had begun to practice being a faithful married man by abstaining from sex. All thoughts of sexual immorality that Pastor Toro had been preaching earlier that day flew out of my head as Sola’s mouth descended on mine. Her breath was hot against mine and I pulled her closer to me, she pushed away gently. She had other plans.

She took my fast growing dick in her hand and stroked the length of it like one that was surprised at what she had done. I stood there, my dick in her hand, getting harder every second, every time her finger traced a vein as if she was exploring, as if she was discovering something new. I felt a wave of warmth wash over me and I quickly rested my back against the bathroom wall to keep myself upright. Her hand left my dick and went to my chest, she splayed her hand on my chest, her fingers playing with the chest hair that was matted with water before she leaned behind me to turn off the shower which I had forgotten was still on. She toyed with with my chest hair for what seemed like an eternity while I tried to make sense of what was going on then I got my answer when her right hand went to her clit and she slowly started playing with herself. I tried to touch her but she pushed me back gently with her left hand.

“Relax,” she said instead. Her actions were slow and she sucked on a finger and slowly pushed it into her pussy, all the while her eyes on me and started finger fucking herself. That should be my dick, I thought to myself and I groaned as I watched her movements become faster the way a lover would increase his pace. My dick was throbbing and pulsing and when she saw the hungry way my eyes followed her movements, she finally grabbed my well hardened cock and tugged playfully. That was it, I was no longer taking commands, I hugged her.

Her lips met mine and I kissed her roughly, this was what she would get for being a tease. I kissed her neck, shoulders, nipples and licked down her tummy. Her breath fanned my back as she darted a tongue into my ear and licked. Bleep, where had she learnt to do all of these things? That was a question to be answered later. I was hopelessly immersed in my blinding desire for her. I turned her on her back and kissed my way down her back, over her ass and my tongue found her smooth snatch. It was like sucking on nectar and honey at the same time and I opened her up with my gentle sucking before pushing my tongue in from behind. She moaned loudly and pushed against me, making as if to bury herself in my face.

The lust I had been holding on to for so long now brimmed to the surface and I spread her legs apart. I could not hold back anymore and lifting her up, I cushioned her against the wall and entered her. I was surprised when I met the resistance and felt her body tense like one in pain. She was a virgin? Holy Bleep? I nuzzled my face between her breasts and went in a bit more gently. Her legs were wrapped around me and when I pushed past her barrier, she moaned in delight, her legs squeezing me in. We could discuss why she had decided to give me her virginity today later on. For now I just wanted to concentrate on the actions of my dick as it went in and out of her. I was sliding in and out of her while she was using her legs as leverage.

I was on a mission and this man could not stop until his mission was complete. She was totally opened now and I began to increase my pace. My thrusts were getting harder and longer and her soft whimpers only seemed to encourage me. One look into her eyes was enough to convince me that I wasn’t hurting her. She felt so amazing as my shaft went in and out, driving like crazy as it if was trying to pound a stubborn nail in place and as I felt my climax building, I found myself bringing her down from her position.

I lay down in the shower not minding that I felt cramped and brought her down with me so that she could sit on my dick. She didn’t need any prompting and began to move on my dick by herself while I urged her on as she rode me. I wanted her to ride me to ecstasy, I wanted her to feel my cum going up her love canal and probably make a baby? At long last, I felt the fountain burst forth and I gushed all my juice into her. Pinching her nipples as my seed spilled out of me and into her while she continued ridding like her life depended on it.

I am not going to bore you with the long talk we had over the food she had cooked but our wedding date has since been shifted to weeks earlier than planned.

Source: PenAStory www.penastory.com

http://penastory.com/2016/02/24/much-ado-about-valentine/

It’s February 14th again and love is in the air. I should be expecting gifts, a long phone call or at least a text; I’m getting none of that. I have no VAL. Last year’s Val’s day was quite different for me. The bestie came over, we got our nails done (in red, of course!), we had a delicious Valentine cake and we spent most of the night at a party. Well I can’t say I was happy on that day, Hector didn’t call or text.

Hector had been my Val for as long as I can remember, although we never spent Val’s day together. He was the perfect val. He’d call as early as possible on Val’s day telling how much he loved me, promise me a book of my choice as my gift (he was a scholar) and sometimes he’d even send money just for Val’s day chills. So all the while I was with bestie last Val’s – at the salon, the party, in the hostel – my heart was with Hector. Every single smile or cheery thing I did that day was fake, very fake and superficial. I was sad and dying on the inside and bestie knew. She knew it was because of Hector but she didn’t say anything, I guess she didn’t want me to start crying again.

See the thing is I woke up on that Saturday, the 14th of February, just like every other Saturday. Bestie was still sleeping. I got up leaving her on the bed and went to the bathroom to wash my face. Next I went to the sitting room to watch TV and that’s when I remembered………. the whole place was literally upside down with pictures of Hector everywhere. I did that the previous day when I was going crazy……. Seeing the pictures I began to remember the events of the previous day and tears started rolling down my eyes, my knees buckled beneath me and I fell to the ground. I picked up his picture, held the frame tightly to my chest as if to hug him one last time but all i felt was wood not Hector. Then I screamed and cried, and screamed again and again and again…… I must have woken bestie because she came from behind me and hugged me tight whilst stroking my hair she kept saying ”its okay”. Then I screamed again and I didn’t stop till my throat was dry and I felt weak, So, yeah, I spent most of my morning crying. I wished I didn’t wake up that morning or the morning of the previous day which happened to be Friday the 13th. I’d heard about Friday the 13th being an evil day on which bad things happened but I’m not superstitious so I never really took it serious. Besides, nothing bad had ever happened to me on any Friday the 13th.

When folklore became reality to me I was dazed, the evil of the day had already occurred before I woke up to say my morning prayer ( not that I pray every morning, but I always made sure to pray on all Friday the 13ths). My Ma woke me that morning and asked me to hug her. I was really sleepy so I hugged her reluctantly and she said ” hug me tighter” and I’m like **sigh, this woman but anyway I held her as tight as my sleepy self could then she whispered in my ear ”Grandpa just died now”
————————————————————————————————————————————— Yeah that’s how I went blank, then a sharp pain in my chest jerked me from my blank state, next I felt myself falling but my Ma grabbed me quickly and tried to help me stand on my own two feet. That’s all I can remember before I went crazy that day.

That’s why Hector didn’t call on vals day or should I say Grandpa Hector…… I never thought he’d leave me so suddenly. I’d planned to buy Chimamanda’s ‘Half of a yellow Sun’ for him as promised – that was supposed to be the first time I’d get him something for Valentine’s. At 91 his love for books had not diminished. After reading ‘The Purple Hibiscus’, he wanted more of Chimamanda’s books. I’d seen the next at least nine years of his life in my mind’s eye and I had planned to make it as memorable as possible and then let go when he clocked 100 but 91 was his limit. I didn’t get a chance to blow his mind with my 9 year plan. I’m not sure he knew how much I loved him……

So this me now, a year later sandwiched between all my biochemistry materials preparing for tomorrow’s exam and trying as much as possible to ignore the significance of today.

What’s Valentine’s day without a Val?

Source: PenAStory www.penastory.com

http://penastory.com/2016/02/23/how-to-get-your-crush-to-like-you-for-girls-only-pancho-wealth/

Having a crush can leave you feeling crushed! You feel full of yearnings and longings to spend time with that person who is just so wonderful but they don’t even seem to know you exist. You need to catch their eye as soon as possible. These steps will help you be eye-catching and get noticed by that person, no matter what age you are or what your crush scenario is.

Act like you don’t care. Don’t be clingy or desperate. This will make your crush think you have issues they really don’t want to deal with. Instead, put on an air of cool. If he don’t seem like he wants to talk to you, go talk to someone else. Throw parties and don’t invite him until the last minute. Show him that you have your own life and that your world doesn’t revolve around cataloging every time he so much as sneezes. Let your crush see you with other guys/girls. Let him see you talking to and hanging out with other members of the gender you prefer to date. He needs to see that you have other options and that you know you have other options. This will make you more desirable.

Find common interests. Find things you have in common., this will give you something to talk about but it will also give you something to bond over. You will be friends before you know it and a friendship is much easier to build on. You can compare interests, learn their interests just by paying attention or you can explore the things they like. Who knows, maybe you will find that you really like their taste! Be a good friend. The qualities of a good friend are also the qualities of a good boyfriend or girlfriend so start by being a good friend so that your crush can see what they have to look forward to. They say that the person you date should be your best friend, so it is probably a good idea to set the bar high, right? You can be supportive when they’re feeling down, help them whenever you can, be fun and help them relax, make them laugh (especially when they’re having a bad day), and generally be a good friend.

Create trust. There needs to be trust, in order for real romantic feelings to develop (and stick around). Never reveal a secret he tells you, don’t generally go around telling people his business, and be someone that he can come to with their problems without having to worry about being laughed at or judged. Give him space. Give him the space to go out and do the things that he wants to do. One fear that a lot of people have about dating is that the demand on their time and affection will mean that they won’t be able to hang out with their friends or be on their own as much as they would like, and that they won’t get the time to do the things that they want to do. Give your crush some space and alone time and he will see that you value their happiness above your own.

Flirt. Well, he needs to know that you like him, doesn’t he? Flirt with him and show him that you are definitely interested. This will tell him that he can return your feelings without having to worry as much about rejection. But don’t flirt to much. Maybe give him a reason to think about you but not too early or they will just back away.

Afterwards, if things don’t work out, don’t get discouraged. This doesn’t mean you can’t be friends. Later on, that person may feel like you and finally hit things off. Now, if things are going downhill once your relationship starts, talk to your crush about it. If you think you need a break, tell him. If he finds out that you are being a little shaky but you aren’t being honest about it, the relationship will come to an end. Breakups are the worst, so don’t let that happen to you!

Source: PenAStory www.penastory.com