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http://penastory.com/2016/03/10/advice-me-i-am-in-an-abusive-relationship-and-she-calls-me-weak/

I am tired of my relationship because I have this girlfriend that really has a sharp mouth, she is always quick to throw insults at me in an argument and hide under her being a woman so she is allowed to run her mouth. Once we have any disagreement, she just begins to rain abuses on me and if I do so much as make any response to her, she believes that I am a weak man.

Now I believe we live in the 21st century and women don’t live under the rocks of “I am a woman,” any more. Am I really a weak man for standing up to her or what do you think I should do? I once told her that all genders are equal and if she thinks she can get away with always running her mouth, she won’t with me. Her insults are quite demoralizing and not good for my state of mind but when we are not at loggerheads, she always seem to be the perfect woman.

How does one deal with an abusive woman?

Please let us be mature and polite in our responses, these are humans just like us asking us for our advice, you can also help more by checking profile or visiting the relationship segment on www.penastory.com

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http://penastory.com/2016/03/09/the-pressure-of-getting-married-fayte/


At some point, we all come to that age where every young man around you is a suspect. This is the time of your life where you feel like escaping to an unknown place due to pressure from family, church, friends, enemies and even yourself. I call the last, internal pressure. Come to think of it; apart from bearing children, why do people really disturb about getting married? They want to see your wedding, they want to eat rice, your family likes the feel of wedding ceremonies, the busyness, and the prestige and for lasties like me, the pride of ‘my last born is married.’

Ok! Fine, it makes us all excited but when people pressure others, doesn’t it make them take rash decisions? Don’t we care about the marriage itself? Are all the unnecessary deadlines really worth it? Can’t we see the products of our pressure in previous years and make a change? Things are not getting any better, people can’t stay committed to even a job or church not to talk of marriage?

Personally, I’m scared. YES! I am not ashamed to say it. This fear didn’t fly into me. It came as a result of what I see happening around me. I have seen, heard, discovered, uncovered the way some married people act and I am tempted to ask, ‘WHY DID YOU TWO GET MARRIED?’ There is no friendship, nothing to envy/emulate, a lot of coldness and these same people ginger you to get married.

I feel the pressure too, especially in these times without a job but this doesn’t cause me to lose sight of how serious marriage is. Talks here and there about marrying early and biological clocks but I have come to understand that God doesn’t function with biological clocks. This is evident in the fact that young girls could marry without a child for years while matured ladies marry and get done with child birth. My mates are getting married in big ways. Cool! It is like I should screen on the basis of the size of wedding you can give me. But, is that all there is to it? It’s beautiful to having ecstatic memories but did I have the future in mind? What if God decides to wrap my gold in newspaper and Satan wraps a can of worms in a colored gift box? Will I be insensitive enough to throw away gold simply because I need to show people the beautiful casing while I go home to ask for special grace to deal with the worms? Or will I obey and trust God enough to happily accept His gift knowing that nobody could give me any better? My husband is mine, not the world. I should be able to select based on my preferences than what every other person prefers because at the end of the day, I will be the one to suffer or enjoy it. I believe in friendships first before any other kind of ship sails by. So nobody should pop up from nowhere to ask for a relationship. Even if na message you come so, oga, you go follow some due process.

Well, deep within, I believe God is working in me. There is a lot to be sorted out as far as I am concerned. I cannot stop the pressure from coming as the days go by, I can control the outcome/response/reaction that I exhibit towards the pressure cookers. I choose not to let the pressure get to me. I choose not to let the pressure affect my judgment. I choose not to be moody. I choose to be happy for others when their time comes knowing that if my neighbor is blessed, it means God is my neighborhood. I choose to wait and be chaste-spirit, soul and body. I choose God. #Godoverall#

Source: PenAStory www.penastory.com

http://penastory.com/2016/03/08/6-awesome-ways-to-keep-the-spark-alive-in-your-relationship-pancho-wealth/

In a perfect world, each moment of a relationship would be like that weak-kneed romantic scene in “The English Patient” when Ralph Fiennes and Kristin Scott Thomas finally get together. So what keeps us from living that swoony, loopy-in-love life? Nothing more than getting stuck in the same day-in, day-out patterns and letting gushiness shift to the back burner. Okay, maybe that and the lack of a beautiful African desert background. Let Cosmo play mushy-moments director and push you to pack as much lovey-doveyness as possible into your daily duo. That means seizing every opportunity to sweeten up even the most seemingly unsentimental times together. Here are some easy but so-worth-it ways to jump-start both of your hearts.

Share a secret code. Pick a word that is likely to come up occasionally in conversation (heat, midnight, bedroom, whipped cream…) and agree that every time someone uses it, you have to touch — anything from a kiss to a lingering thigh stroke under the table. Get swept off your feet. Make up your own tango moves and groove with your guy for 15 minutes while you wait for dinner. Pop in the Marc Anthony CD then press your pelvises together, entwine your legs, and twist and twirl around the living room. “Slow dancing is so intimate,” says Godek. “The way you stand hip-to-hip, block out the world, and sway to each other’s rhythms…now you’re really cookin’.”

Dish with Him. Flash back to the ’50s and get passionate over pots and pans. “It’s totally not very conventional finding a man that does the dishes with you but I find doing dishes together incredibly romantic,” says Bimpe, a 28-year-old banker. “My dishwasher went on the blink one night, and my boyfriend offered to help clean up. We both rolled up our sleeves and got sudsy in the warm water. We talked about the places we would love to travel to, the crazy things we would like to try just once in our lives while our hands kept touching — we just got completely lost in each other as we did this mindless activity. It was so sweet and oddly intimate that I haven’t bothered to get the dishwasher fixed.” Touch Tenderly in Front of the TV. When you are both watching some TV, heat things up with some hands-on action. “Give each other mini foot massages while watching the evening news,” suggests Laura Corn, author of 101 Nights of Grrreat Romance (Park Avenue Publishers, 1995). “Or lay your head in his lap and let him stroke your hair.” For the ultimate drive-in date experience, invest in an extralong extension cord and watch TV outside on the deck or on lawn chairs on the front stoop underneath the stars.

Flash Him. When no one’s looking, give your guy a sneak peek in public. Granted, it’s not exactly violins-in-the-background romantic, but it’s certainly guaranteed to send his heart (and pulse) soaring. Compliment Each Other in Public. “My girlfriend tells everyone that I’m the most talented person she’s ever met,” says Andrew, 28, a teacher. “She’ll tell a cashier, ‘We’ll take a chocolate brownie because my guy so deserves it.’ When she introduces me, she says, ‘This is my hilariously funny boyfriend’ or ‘Meet my handsome boyfriend. He puts Van Vicker and Banky W to shame.’ My heart jumps every time. I swear it makes go out with her.”

Source : PenAStory www.penastory.com

http://penastory.com/2016/03/05/my-source-of-motivation-an-interview-with-a-fan-kunbi-black/

FAN: *screams on top of her voice* OMG!!!!! Kunbi Black…Hi!!!!…I’m a super fan!

ME: *blushes* Awwwn! Now you gonna make me cry.

FAN: (laughs) I’m serious joor…are you always like this?

ME: Like how?

FAN: Errrmm…like funny and naughty like this.

ME: Lol! Haba! Babe… I’m human now and I have my ups and downs too. Not every time I’m happy or want to make people same. Sometimes, I just want to be alone and not talk to anybody.

FAN: Hmmm! Interesting! Newaiz I have been meaning to ask you…how do you do all of this…I mean you act, present on radio and on tv, Host events, speak to people and of course produce comedy shows.

ME: *smiles* Na God oh my sister.

FAN: ohhhh….I’m serious joor….what really motivates you?

ME: Sincerely, I was super serious when I mentioned the God-factor but in addition to that, I would say POVERTY!!!

FAN: Poverty

ME: Yes oh my dear! There is a certain level to which hunger will kill you that you automatically become multi-talented.

FAN: *laughs uncontrollably*

ME: I’m for real mehn!!! Simply put, poverty births creativity. It makes you start thinking about the money you cannot afford, the things you desire. You begin to hunger for stardom when on several occasions at different places you are looked on and spoken to anyhow just because you didn’t come in a car or you are not putting on an expensive outfit or accessory. The more you keep facing stuffs like that, the more you begin to hunger for stardom, relevance and success. I long badly to avoid living the kind of life my parents lived. Hence, my creativity was birthed out of my drive to want my father’s maximum achievement become my minimum.

FAN: WOW!!!

ME: Fact!

FAN: I see, now I totally get the angle you are coming from

ME: Yes oh! I’m coming from a place where thinking outside the box isn’t enough. You have to think on top of the box else no food on my plate.

FAN: Thanks for your time. It was great meeting and chatting with you

ME: Ah! No wahala….nah you be my Oga

P.S:- BEING BORN OR SURROUNDED BY POVERTY ISN’T AN EXCUSE FOR FAILURE. I BAILED OUT OF POVERTY THOUGH IT WAS WHAT INSPIRED MY CREATIVITY AND HAS MADE KUNBI BLACK WHO HE IS TODAY, BROUGHT ME THUS FAR AND IS TAKING ME TO THE PROMISE LAND OF COMPLETE SUCCESS, ACHIEVEMENT AND FULFILLMENT.

Source: PenAStory www.penastory.com

http://penastory.com/2016/03/03/advice-me-i-have-a-stingy-boyfriend-who-also-complains-a-lot/

I have to commend the PenAStory team for all the beautiful publications that you guys are doing on this blog, it is really good to just have a place to read nice stuffs even though I have never made any submission, I am a fan and I want to say kudos.

The issue I have is that I would like other blog readers to advice me on the issue of my boyfriend whom I have been dating for about 11 months now. He is a good guy but I noticed that whenever the issue of money comes up, he tends to get angry and would feel like I am trying to use him for money which is not true because I feel relationships should be about mutual support. This is someone I have on several occasions paid for our dates. My friends will kill me if they know about this but thank God you are not going to be publishing my name with this mail.

I have to tell you, I am currently doing my NYSC and he graduated like two years back and started working recently. I see a future for our relationship but I need to be sure that it is not something I will regret later on because if he is stingy now, what would happen if we eventually get married.

That is just one of the problems I have with him,, another issue we have is that he can complain! I thought it was girls that complain about things but he complains about every little thing and it is like he is just waiting for an excuse to say something about what I have done wrong. When he is not complaining, he is loving and caring and this is really confusing.

Please, I need a solution to this headache of mine. Thank you.

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gentlegenius:
You can only modify it, but you can't delete it entirely. This is why you must be very careful while posting anything on Nairaland. Only the MODs can delete it but Someone has to report you to them.

I will be more careful next time then, I actually thought I was in sexuality section, didn't know I stopped at Romance and didn't proceed to sexuali. My sincere apologies to all those that has been offended by the post in the wrong room.

gentlegenius:
Wrong story at a wrong time in a wrong section.

Please how do I delete it from here, I have posted it in the right room, but can't find how to delete from here so that other readers are not offended

http://penastory.com/2016/03/02/dont-say-jesus-part-2-18/

Excerpt From Part 1: After sucking for me for what seemed like forever, I felt my pleasure increase and I began to moan softly. I knew I was about to burst and as I felt the first spurt of cum jet out of my cock even as my legs buckled but she her hands held on tight to keep me from falling. Just then, the sound of a knock came on the door and Brother Tunde’s voice came booming…

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She looked at me as if she was going to faint before she quickly composed herself and whispered, “quick, go into the bathroom and don’t come out till after about ten minutes. I will tell daddy that you are in the toilet.” As she talked, she had already pulled her discarded wrapper around herself and pushed me gently towards the direction of the bathroom. She then tiptoed back into the room and as I opened the bathroom door, I heard another loud knock come on the door.

“Blessing oh!” Brother Tunde’s voice came, this time his voice sounding a bit more impatient even while I forced myself to sit down on the toilet seat with my heart beating in my chest furiously.

“Yes daddy, I am coming,” there was a lazy inflection in her voice as she made a good show of banging the bedroom door before going to open the door. “I was sleeping before, welcome sir.”

“You and this your bad habit of sleeping. Hasn’t Kunle come yet?”

“Kunle,” I heard confusion in her voice and my heart beat even louder, “I left him here before going inside. I don’t know, maybe he is in the toilet or something.” I caught on with her lie immediately and shouted.

“Sir, I am here, I am using the toilet, I would be out in a minute.”

“Okay, please be fast, we are already behind schedule as it is.” I splashed water on my face so that Brother Tunde wouldn’t have to wonder why I was sweating and then proceeded to flush the toilet like someone who had just used it and went out. Blessing’s quick planning had somehow helped me to manage my own nervousness and I tried not to let any form of jitter show as I greeted him. She had obviously gone back into her room again as she was nowhere in sight which was good for me because I didn’t trust myself not to have a guilty expression on my face at having to see her but I felt different. I had just come close to having sex with her and the feeling of her mouth on her my dick somehow translated into releasing my voice because I found my voice again and Brother Tunde commended me about how all I needed was just a little prodding to have gotten myself back into form. If only he knew that it wasn’t his teaching that had helped me but his daughter’s magic.

Having tasted a bit of what it seemed like now to have a woman’s mouth on my dick, I knew that I wanted more. I wanted to explore her body and feel that mounting excitement, I wanted to know what it would feel like if I got the chance to stick my dick into her. Would it taste the same way? Would it feel better? Thoughts of her flat stomach, her mounds of breasts and the areole, the nipples that I had sucked on and felt like I was being weaned kept my finding their way into my mind and soon I felt like was going to go crazy if I didn’t find out the answers to these questions. I needed to know what it felt like to actually sleep with a woman and Aunty Blessing was my only option. I needed to see her again and I needed her to take me through the process since she had decided to rob me of my innocence, she might as well be the one to take away my virginity. Not that there was any other female that I knew that I could have gone to for sex, I was just that much of a greenhorn and it was with pleasure when about three weeks after the incident, she walked up to me after church and said her father was going on some sort of evangelical mission with some other selected members of the church for three days and if I could come keep her company the next day.

I didn’t need to be told what she was insinuating and I readily accepted knowing that this time around, I wasn’t going to be content with just her mouth on my dick. I wanted the full package, to put my dick into that wet place between her legs and have their lips close around my dick as they suck me inside, welcoming into their fold but at the same time I was nervous. Was I going to be able to do this? What if she didn’t like the way I did it? What if I didn’t even know how to do it? Well it was not like I knew how to do it the first time around when she had seduced me. I found my heart accelerating as I knocked on their door, this time it wasn’t from fear that her father was going to walk in on us, it was from the anticipation of what was to come. I was like a little kid that was unwrapping a Christmas present and knew that whatever it was, it was going to be something to love.

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one that was in anticipation, she locked the door behind her and pulled me to her, crushing my lips to hers. She smelt of talcum powder and another scent that I couldn’t place my hand on and maybe it was that other smell that left me giddy because I found myself rubbing my hands over her body as she unbuttoned my shirt with haste all the while playing tongue games with my mouth. As she unbuttoned, I explored her body underneath the wrapper she had tied around her and found myself unknotting it so that it dropped to her feet and I saw she was wearing nothing underneath. She had apparently been waiting for me and my hands involuntarily went to her breasts. They felt so familiar and yet so strange in their softness as I squeezed and she pushed me back, a look of pain on her face.

“Not so hard,”

“Sorry,” I muttered realizing that I had squeezed too hard in my haste and caused her pain. She went for my trousers next and with those deft fingers had me out of my trouser without another word. We were still in the living room as she seemed like she couldn’t be bothered about making a move towards the bedroom and went down on her knees. Her velvety soft mouth enclosed my hard on and I closed my eyes as the breath seemed to have been knocked out of me. This was paradise and the pastors that said we should wait until marriage before sex didn’t know what they were saying. Her head bobbed up and down on my dick in quick movements, it was like she was in a hurry unlike the last time when she had been bent on torturing me with teasing. If only I was experienced enough to know that these were simply signs of a girl in heat. She alternated between sucking me whole and taking in parts even as we stood right where we were, by the door. My own head thrown back with my mouth slightly opened as I allowed the sensation to course through my body. I suddenly understood why Papa Emeka had twelve children despite his being poor, who could resist this kind of pleasure from the fear of getting his wife pregnant.

The thought of pregnancy snapped me out of my sweet delirium and I choked out,

“I didn’t bring condoms,” her mouth action on my dick stopped and she looked up at me and smiled.

“I am always prepared, don’t worry I am on pills and I should have some in my bag somewhere so don’t worry about getting me pregnant, I am not stupid.” With that she took my hand like a child and led me to the chair.

“Lie down,” she commanded in a voice made thick with desire and then she went back on my dick and began sucking again. This was paradise on earth and my treacherous mind went to the thoughts that heaven couldn’t be any better than this. She had been sucking for another six minutes when I felt that familiar storm building again and began to thrust into her mouth and she noticed my action and increased her own sucking.

“I want to Bleep you,” I found myself saying even as I thrust into her mouth unable to control my passion and knowing that any moment from now I was going to be climaxing. She made a noise on my dick and response without stopping her sucking which this time was taking the entire length of my dick in my mouth so that I actually felt the cap of my dick touching the back of her throat. Nothing had ever felt so good as this and when the first rope of cum jetted out of my dick, she quickly removed her mouth and took my dick in her hand, placing it above her mouth so my cum was splattering all over her face and I bit down on my lips so that I wouldn’t shout the Jesus that had come to my lips again.

When my dick was done releasing all of it juices, she looked at me with her cum splattered face and said,

“We are still going to Bleep, that was preparatory class. You are a virgin, don’t want you to cum the minute you enter. Now get that dick up as soon as you can so we can proceed to nursery school.” Jesus, I was in for a long haul and I couldn’t be any happier.

Source: PenAStory www.penastory.com

http://penastory.com/2016/03/01/tales-of-a-young-lagosian-moses-okesola/

Most people go through life with one particular and constant thought on their mind. the need to become successful in their chosen field or career. The need to be their own boss, own a car, buy a house, be the C.E.O of their own company. The need to stamp one’s mark in the world and be the head is prevalent with at least 98 percent of the inhabitants of planet earth. We see a lot of people with big dreams and ambitions from the fashion and entertainment industry to young executives in the business world. Personally, I have nothing against this people, I just feel that people shouldn’t always have this notion that being the boss of something actually relates to being successful.

Let me use my family as an example. My name is Kunle Adeosun, a young banker in a Micro-Finance bank in Lagos and the second son in a family of 5. I grew up in a typical Nigerian middle class household with wonderful people. My father, Femi and my mother Yewande are examples of hardworking people seeking the Nigerian dream. My father was an electrical engineer at Air View Tech, one of the biggest technology companies in Lagos for ten years and then he decided to quit because he wanted to be his own boss. As a senior employee at Air View Tech, he had various benefits: the company paid for our education and sponsored us on annual vacation trips all around the world., they gave my dad annual bonuses, a house and a car and my dad threw all that away to become his own boss. My mother, a secretary at an advertising firm supported his decision because she believed in his dreams. After obtaining a substantial loan from the bank and spending a lot of money on obtaining a license of operation, my father started his own electrical company. Finally, he was his own boss. His friends came over and drank to his success. I think I was about 10 years old at the time. I did not really understand what the fuss was about, all I knew was that my father was being congratulated and we all celebrated with him.

A year later, Adeosun Technologies was on the brink of foreclosure (that was what he called it, he probably meant it to be family business). His friends who celebrated with him the other day were nowhere to be found. So at the age of 39, my dad dusted his shoes and went back from company to company with his resume looking for a job. He finally found one as a salesman but to this present day, he has always regretted his decision to leave Air View Technologies. Who knew if he would have made vice-president or something if he hadn’t left?

Don’t get me wrong. I am not saying because it didn’t work out for my father, it won’t work out for other people. I just believe that if you’ have a good thing going, stick with it. According to my own personal experience, only a few people who start out on their own actually succeed. I am not trying to sound like a pessimist but it is actually true but what the hell do I know? Like someone we all know, I am just trying to make common sense.

Source: PenAStory www.penastory.com

http://penastory.com/2016/03/01/5-quick-ways-to-get-over-your-ex-pancho-wealth/

Breakups are among the most painful transitions that we endure. The pain of losing someone you have loved and still love — someone with whom you shared your heart, your dreams, and your life — can be devastating. Breakups also activate old wounds from past losses: other breakups, early losses, your parents’ divorce, or betrayal from friends. That is why they can be profound opportunities to heal, if we approach them as such. Yet all too often, people remain stuck on their ex and can’t seem to move forward, they find themselves caught in a negative spiral of trying to figure out what went wrong, feeling angry at themselves or at their ex, or stuck in a depressed or anxious state. They may also be in a new and healthy relationship, but still ruminating on a past love. If this describes you, here are five ways on how you can get over your ex :

Do not feel sorry for yourself! Every so-called step back is an opportunity to leap forward. Believe that you can get over this person, because you will. Make a list of all the reasons why you deserve to be happy. This will keep you from feeling sorry for yourself. List friends, family, opportunities, general health. When you take stock of how much you have, you will begin to feel better.

Get rid of everything that reminds you of your ex; pictures, gifts, phone number etc. You don’t have to destroy things unless the person in question was a negative force in your life. Tuck those things away in a safe place. The truth is that later on, you will be happy you saved the memories even if the person wasn’t the greatest.

Have fun! Go out with friends, go bowling, to a movie, ice skating, or even go on a date. Anything to take your mind off of your ex. Don’t talk to the same friends that know him/her. It’s best to keep your distance from your ex’s friends even if they are good people. The reason is that you want to try to rebuild your life from the ground up, and you don’t want to be pulled back into the vortex of your former life. If you see your friends, don’t avoid them but don’t go out of your way to make plans with them. You want to be civil and respectful but it is hard to get over your ex when his or her friends are constantly reminding you of them. If your ex’s friends ask you why you’re “avoiding” them, just say something like: “I’m really trying to make some time for myself. While I was with [your ex], I didn’t always get to. Now that we are no longer together, I am making that a priority.”

Stay away from alcohol and other stimulants. In the movies, a breakup is usually followed by the movie star reaching for a swig of whiskey. Alcohol and other stimulants won’t make your breakup any easier — don’t rely on them to get over your ex!

Source: PenAStory www.penastory.com

http://penastory.com/2016/02/27/that-night-in-my-best-friends-bed-just-a-little-more-18-oluwalolope-osidipe/

I had had a busy day. I was so tired that my tired was too tired to be tired. The lab work which had something to do with land surveying in this hot sun had not helped matters not to mention the other million of errands I had had to go about. I was practically roasted from the heat of the sun and couldn’t agree more when I saw a joke about the last person that entered hell forgetting to close the doors. It wasn’t only the heat of the weather I was feeling as well, I was hot from pent up Hot feelings as well. We had agreed that we were not going to have sex since it seemed we were having too much though if you ask me, there is no such thing as too much sex in a relationship but all the same, we had agreed to a celibacy streak. Maybe it was the frustration from the weather’s hotness and my body’s personal high temperature from unfulfilled desires, I had snapped at him angrily and we had a fight. We tried talking about it the next day but it was futile, we are just too stubborn for our own good.

Then he called, he wanted to give talk another shot, he wanted us to settle our issues he said so I got dressed and went to meet him. We decided to take a walk around school and maybe by habit or by instinct we ended up in a dark corner. Don’t worry nothing like the last time happened. We are still good on our celibacy pact except you think otherwise when you read what happened. We sat down facing nothing in particular and started talking. As we talked, my mind was far from the talk as I kept waiting for him to kiss me because I was so Hot. We worked better with our bodies doing the talking rather than our mouth but he just kept on talking. I kept shifting restlessly in my seat and maybe he thought it was me shifting from guilt but far from it. When I couldn’t take the torture of being so close to him and not being able to touch him anymore, I threw myself at him and kissed him. It was like he had needed just that prompting because he kissed me back as if suddenly realising that talk is cheap and the way he nipped at the exposed areas of my neck and cleavage spoke of the hunger in him as well. At least I was not the only one.

We kept making out as our tongues fought for dominance but no one was winning. We kept kissing while our hands explored everywhere possible. I was right, he wanted this as bad as I did too as I heard a deep growl in his throat before he tore at my bra. He exposed my breasts to the cool air and they immediately perked up, hardened from the desire throbbing in them. He descended on my nipple and sucked like an infant who had been separated from its mother for too long and I fed him like a mother would feed her hungry child. I wanted him to have his fill but at the same time I didn’t want to move too fast.

I needed to feel something too so my hands began their exploration, they grazed over his back, his head, skimmed his arm, went to his chest and then I realized that he had been working out as he had very hard packs that were well toned. He kept sucking my boobs while his hand was beginning to touch my core through my clothes. I felt I was going crazy. His mouth left my boobs and went to my ear before dropping to drop tiny kisses all over my face. All I could do was moan his name while enjoying the pleasant torture I was receiving. We were so thankful that we were in a secluded part of the school as we could explore very well. I guess touching me was not enough contact for him as he kept his hand inside my leggings and gave me the best finger fucking I had ever received in my life. I kept moaning his name while begging for what I wasn’t sure of. Finally the release came. I felt like a shooting star travelling across the galaxy. I came so hard that I thought my limbs were going to detach from my body. He allowed me to catch my breath but not before he kissed me long and hard.

Headlights of passing car illuminated our faces and I saw the lust in his eyes. I rested my head on his chest and he went back to gently sucking and nibbling on my neck and earlobes. My breath was caught in my throat and all I could do was moan contentedly. I could do this forever. He started telling me everything he would love to do to me if we had not agreed to celibacy in a very soft voice.

“I want to make out with your lips while spreading you out with my fingers. I want to hear you moan so softly. I want to hear all those soft noises of yours. I want to make you whimper and scream so loud. I want to make your legs vibrate while I eat you out. I want to pull your hair while smacking your ass. Then I want to delve into your deep folds from behind while sending you to the lands of ecstasy. I want to hold you so tight that we almost merge. I wanna just Bleep you in a thousand different ways then make love with you till we are so spent that we can’t move and then we make out some more.”

The talk was driving me crazy and I was read then and there to call off the celibacy as I wanted to jump his bones but my words died on my lips as his mouth went back to feasting on my breasts again and I loved the feeling of his teeth biting them gently. I knew I was going to beg him to Bleep me right then and there if he continued with what he was doing with his hands and mouth on my boobs was so groaned thickly “I think we should go.”

“Or maybe we should cum?”

Source: PenAStory www.penastory.com