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whirlwind7:
I agree.
What's more, a sane guy would make sure the said girl will stay in his apartment when she arrives, not some hotel room where your privacy and absolute relaxation is limited to an extent.
Someone so eager like that would ensure he has all day free to pick up the girl from the airport, drive straight home and shag her within 30 mins of arriving, then shag her some more before asking if she had a smooth flight.

I personally have this reservation with staying at hotels.

1. Not everyone want strangers in their homes. single or married. More so, he might be married thus...the hotel.

2. some hotels for me have more privacy than apartment where nosy neighbours or family may chose the wrong time for visits.

3. flights touch down most times at odd hours. may be she touched down a little too late and he works during the day and sleeps at night. More over, me for example will not leave AYA in Abuja by 1am to go wait for a girl that is already a sure banker(shared nudes already).

lastly, I personally have reservation when it comes to bringing hook ups for a first date to my apartment.

I guess you did not dìck her well that night. If you had...the topic of your story would have been... (Can't Get Her Off Me, I Need Help!!)

***2011***
Wrote exams for bea back then in my 400L. Was caught by one young lecturer doing master's. Had to use my house rent money to bribe him. Ended up in the male student hostel sharing toilet with a population the size of China. Las las self, we still no marry.

I am eternally grateful to her. She made me the red piller I am today. All me ex(s) after her should blame her for any hurt they got from me. For I was blind and she made me see. Muchas gracias Anita. God bless you where ever you are. I am an O'G coz of you.

*NOTE
With all due respect, I have changed names and some too familiar details about myself out of respect for my wife to be. I know she likes to catch cruise on nairaland.

My name is Friday (of course not my real name) I am from the middle-belt. So please save your tribalism with all those una Igbo, Yoruba and Hausa insults. I met Grace(my wife to be) few years ago. It was love at 1st sight. She was everything and is still everything I had hoped a woman should be. There is this crass about her that makes her effortlessly better than any lady around her. My type in the true sense of the word. Tall, busty, curvy, sassy, elegant, personable and above all, she has a graceful soul. From the 1st date to this day, I still pinch my self like.. What in God's green earth is a beauty like her doing with a shrek like me.

But then, true perfection is always a utopia. Grace in all her graceful demeanour and aura, has a flaw; Indecision! More so, blind trust seems to be her albatross. (I swear she can even take Lai Muhammad's word to the bank) Though, I still love her; flaws and all. Her complete or should I say blind trust for me and Abigail became one of the reasons Abigail(her younger sister) has become an unending chapter in our relationship. Even though the blame of what happened squarely falls on me.

Abigail just shy off 20, is too savvy for her age. Not the outright outstanding beauty like my Grace. What ever little she lacks in beauty, she more than makes up for it in her mentality. For she is truly a smart and an intelligent girl. Just five years younger than Grace. One who expect them at least to be close and be like Asaba and Onisha but then...they are the direct opposite of each other. While Grace is the introverted shy person, Abigail is quite the extrovert and likes to make friends for Africa. It is only fair to believe their formative time in secondary school played a part in their output towards life. Grace likes to conform like most day school students. Abigail on the other hand, is the boarding school nightmare all parents hope not to experience: the deviant.

Through the 1st years we dated, Abigail was in secondary school and was never in the picture. For some odd or strange reason, Grace was not ready to fully commit. Not that I blame her or something. At 23, Most girls her age are like Alice in wonderland; they crush on celebrities and Chase childhood dreams and fantasies. The vile ones, if truth be told...tend to live out their hoė phase. At 28, I was already grounded to know what I wanted and it was Grace and marriage. Sometimes, you do all you can do but then life has a way of throwing in a curveball. More over, "No be say because I wan chop egg I go begin dey worship chicken." Sensing her shakara, I pulled the hand brakes on us and walked out of the relationship.

***2 years later***
Fortunately or unfortunately after letting go, Grace became incensed and started to want me back. I hardly do any social media at this point. Pride won't let her call me, so there was no way to send coded messages on whatsapp status to me. Being the introvert that she is and the all trusting graceful Grace, she started to send Abigil over to my place to bridge the gap. In just over two years, Abigail had changed and developed into a sexy hippie bohemian. Not that I fancy her in any erotic way or something. It's just that in our contemporary naija society where mostly everyone conforms, it is hard not to notice a bohemian.

Knowing I would do no better than Grace even with a million dollars and in a hundred years of searching, I mended fences with Grace and our relationship became stronger than ever. Over time, Abigail became a bridge between us. At first, Grace would send her over to run errands for her. After a while, it became a second nature for her to come over and fidget with my electronics. Courtesy demands you be nice to your in-laws to be and so I was nice to Abigail.

Abigail's posturing over time made it difficult for me to say no to her especially during them Nengi and Laycon days in the house. She was a fan of big brother lockdown. And would always ask for my keys to watch the silly show for she was equally as silly to be gushing over that vanity fair. Grace seems not have any issues with her coming over and I also did not for I was hardly home and God knows the sub was kinda wasting away.

There are some things in life that are not planned. They just happen! My boss at work then tested positive for Covid and we were all asked to quarantine at home. Grace still had to go to work while Abigail was always free because of the ASSU strike. Suddenly, I started to be alone with Abigail. She would come over "for big brother" around 9am and leave around 7pm in time to beat her curfew at home. It was awkward staying all day with Abigail. Grace too predictable, only comes over on Sunday. For some strange reasons, on Sundays, Abigail will never show up.

There were times, and I am sure it could just be my imagination, that she enjoyed teasing me. She would come dressed like a sister Mary Amaka from home but after a while, she would take her bath and transform into a Kardashian. Wearing skimpy cloths and heavy make-up. I tried to give her her space. I was in quarantine and therefore, had practically no where to go. I am basically the type that don't flock with co-workers and I hardly keep any friends except for Grace. I am not one to be neighbourly with my neighbours so I was stuck with Abigail all day. Humans are social animals and we tend to gravitate towards each other especially when we are alone with someone. Gradually, she won me over and I started to watch the big brother show with her. While she was rooting for Nengi after her Erica left, I was simply for Neo for he had my height. And the bond between us grew. God knows I had no vile motives and evil intentions. It is hard not to enjoy Abigail's company for she is a smart, gleeful and witty girl. While I do all the talking with Grace, Abigail on the other hand does all the talking with me and it was a welcome change.

*** D Day ***
It became obvious Abigail was not telling the truth at home. She would pick their calls and tell them she was in her female friend's house. And in the spirit of our new found big brother bond. We kept the secret. On this faithful day, it had rained all day and Nepa had struck and the plug in my generator was no good. The rain had brought with it a cool breeze and some magical thunder. Seemingly, we could not watch our show so I took a blanket because of the cold and buried my attention on my PC (laptop) re-watching season 5 of the game of thrones.

Naively, Abigail joined me and entered the blanket with me. I use the word 'naive' because I honestly do not want to qualify her as a minx. And I know she does not see me as a Justine Bieber of a crystal ball for her to be drooling at. While in that warm blanket watching the movies in such compromising position, One thing led to another and alot of that one thing opened up her Pandora's box and I... I ate the most forbidden fruit there ever was. There is no telling how wonderful making love to her was at the heat of the moment and there's no shame in the world that equates to the shame that immediately dwell and still dwells in my soul shortly after even to this day. There's a lot to blame our mistake and betrayal on. Could it just be the moment? the weather? the chemistry? the devil? (laughs) my opportunistic habit? Her feminine warmth in such close proximity? my placing a hand on her thigh and meeting no resistance? My foggy mind and grown erection? Her racing and panting heart? Her feisty zeal and deviant nature? My libido? Hers? My morals? Buhari? Herdsmen? IPOB? Sunday Igbahor? Dstv and big brother? NEPA? Game of thrones? Was she after all really a minx? In all fairness, she is just a little naive girl that does not deserve to be pilloried for my betrayal. As the adult, I should have known better and acted a lot better.

Climbing down from our lustful climax, we both knew immediately what we had done, the gravity and the implications it could have on not just us, but grace and the whole family. In the most contrite way possible, we apologized to ourselves and vowed never to repeat it again. We felt it would be better not to tell Grace or anyone and we agreed Abigail would stop coming over. I started to avoid Abigail at all cost. I did not just release cum after my despicable act with Abigail, I released every thing good in me and every form of happiness. I felt much less of a man and wished I had died as a child or better still was aborted.

I hardly could face Grace after. The more I try to ghost her, the more she held on tightly. It became awkward visiting their family house for I was not comfortable around them trusting and accepting me. Not for the fear that they would find out...just my conscience eating me up. I stayed away and made peace with my gross mistake. For over six to seven months. I did my penance and nothing happened with Abigail. I know I am in a better place now to make sane decisions about cheating. To give something back to Grace, I have vowed never to sleep with anyone till die. We know how cheating amongst married men is common these days. I no call Adekule Gold name oh!

Me and Grace are set to marry on the 17th of this April. The thing is...Abigail is her chief bridesmaid and preparation demands I see her most times. She still has a look in her eyes...dunno what to make of it. A look of blackmail? Of you could still hit it if you want? We have unfinished business kinda look? You should be paying a bride price for two look? I die inside every time I see Grace happy she again got us back to talking terms because of the wedding. Ignorance is truly bliss.

I have doubts going through with this wedding. Folks may laugh and say I chickened out because of the inflation and money, others might blame Grace. It may ruin Grace for ever. How do I do this knowing Abigail will always be family?

egopersonified:
red pillers, make una still dey teach these guys na, I don Taya for girlfriend and money matter.

hahahhaa!

thanks a million for cracking me up with laughter.

*still laughing

her squirting and leg shaking. She can literally vibrate like Nokia E10. for the two years we dated, there was never a time she was not moist down there.

but then...like the wildling and free folk that I am...

I am still grateful I ended It over a flimsy excuse.
I can not cum and go and kill myself because of over fùcking and over love.

She was too clingy. that kinda Simi love.

no enjoyment pass freedom.

so OP, in the 80s you dey carry young girls you no change, you carry your carry carry enter 90s still, no progress, went on carrying youngs girls in the 21st century.
you are a pucking pedo.
leave millenniars to their vices.
you should be grand pa by now you pucking freak of a carry carry guy.

just reading about what you saw already gives me an erection.
send her number.
she's my type

Mynameis007:
Guy, come back here and finish this interesting tori.
Choi

my brother Cont...
So, some days into receiving treatment, as a sharp Bart guy, I started to survey my environment. I know say fulani no dey get joy if you pock nose into their ish. Mostly their women. Truth be told, not all fulanis are cute but trust me...the ones there were the cute ones. I first started by applying all the sense from 48 laws of power and art of seduction. Firstly, I went anti lia Mohammed; (laughs) for I was not talking at all and always spoke the truth.
Secondly, I went full Buhari on them.(belonging to nobody and to everybody) I never did stir at any one. Mostly their females. I was always looking at the ground and not around. A week into playing dumber than my mark by not being interested in women...the males around let me be and let their guards down. You see fulani girls, they are humane like all. They have lust, fantasies, libido, inhibitions etc. Culture have only buried all these under but it is there. Right there if you are Easter enough to resurrect the forbidden in them. Boy oh boy did I. Though truth be told, it was not all by my guile and sabiness. Halima too was a curious one and na curiosity them say dey dey kill cat.

Knowing I was a safe mark and all my doings was incognito, she secretly swallowed the bait (my phone) and and was in my net. *redpillers! I no dash her phone oh! She only use to watch movies and return it with empty battery, com'on! Android phone was a big saucer in 2012.

You see enh! The cows must eat, they must roam, and the men will have to take them, Friday's became my favourite day of all days because all will leave the area for prayers and I would be alone. Bishes will always be bishes and trust the Rihana in young girls. Halima will stick around.

Well, before I delve further, there were those looks she would give me. Those look filled with secrets.

To be cont...

Retro
In 2012, I was down with a strange chest illness. Probably, from doing too many joints. Was so sick conventional medicine was not effective. Trust my mum and her ears for gossip. Through her street savvy ears, we got to know a fulani traditional healer in Toro LGA of Bauchi state. A drive away from Jos.

Not to bore with all the roller coaster of how I got there and the efficacy of the treatment which was God sent. I stayed there for a month with the fulanis. Though, I was not allowed to live with the fulani family coz you know them and their crass for we the other Nigerians, I had access to them daily and then I met Halima. Goodness me! Holy molly! I will die happy for having the luck to be amongst the 1st barge to sample are tight warm pùssy. If na fine, she fine die! If na shape, as she slim na so she thick and curvy join.

I know, you want to know how I got to break her defences and all that...well, even unbeaten Man city too dey conceive goal once in a while.

Well, will surely narrate all in the morning if the topic is still trending.

rafosky1:
That thing that you say is shrinking is actually telling you something. It is blood that makes it stand fully erect.It's not shrinking but your heart is not pumping enough blood down there. Quit sedentary lifestyle. Get yourself active and not just in bed. Stop alchohol , that thing na poison. If you smoke, quit. Eat moderately and eat more fresh food especially fruits and vegetables. Your main concern should not be your shrinking mojo, it should be the fact that your general health is on a decline! Change your lifestyle and you will get your mojo back. Good luck.

this man has told you the truth
be there arguing.
he forgot to add...avoid sugar at all cost and grandnut oil.
avoid processed food and beverages (idomie and coke them)

Dreyton36:
You read my mind , I love slim girls that are busty

Lights up my kpoli in peace

pass the joint homie!
number 3's ass is class
the icing on the cake would have been larger boobs.
for those bashing...seeing bones
a man's soup should be thick his women...slim.

pazienza:
Well, your Idoma people teamed up with the rest of Nigeria to unleash massacre on Ndiigbo during the civil war.
One of the deadliest scenes of Igbo massacre during the pogrom that followed the death of Ironsi took place in Makurdi( Tivland).

It was an opportunity for you northern minorities to chose side and show us you were not one with Abokis, but instead you chose to be one with Abokis and it has become etched in Igbo mindset that you all are one over there.

You can't blame us for that.

neither can you blame me for the civil war. I was born in 86. never one to shy away from asking questions. my folks too were victims of the war because of our close proximity to y'all Ibos. we were easily mistaken for you guys thus why most middle age and older Idoma folks have facial marks to differentiate.

shortly before the war, there was a national dislike for the Ibos as Chinua Achebe (my favourite person of all time) clearly captured in his "There Was a Country" because that generation were small minded and petty. just as we now have a national dislike for herders.

the kanuris in the northeast are neither Hausa nor fulanis
the nupes in Niger and Abuja are neither Hausa nor fulanis
they are only neighbours to them

yet the Hausa will always tag them as theirs because they understand politics; a game of numbers.

keep calling us northern minorities

instead of middle belters


the way forward is to join hands into the future
instead of holding to grudge and the small minded pettiness of our parents during the civil war.

have blissful day.

cheers!

soundOsonic:
This is the Igbo centrism we are talking about. Igbo don't need Niger delta, Naira delta need the Igbos?.
If Biafra comes, this statement clearly shows how ego centric most Igbos are. You are not the first I have heard this from, neither are you the second.
But seriously Niger Delta is just an end to a means.
Igbos and the Hausas are just to end of thesame coin. The reason why they are at each other's neck is because they have very much in common than any ethnic group. What the Hausa are doing to Igbos in Nigeria, is what Igbos will do to the Niger Delta.
Hausa and Igbo are in every villages in Nigeria they can't just stay one place.

Hausa and Igbo are at every market in Nigeria, they can't just let indigenes do their own market.

Hausa and Igbo are the ethnic group that does mostly petty businesses.

Hausa and igbo are the one with most unified religion (Christianity and Islam)

Hausa and igbo youths are ever ready to lose their life because of one supreme leader (Northern caliphate who lurks in the shadow and of course Kanu who ride to battle field with his keyboard) their youths are bunch of amateurs.

Hausa and igbo have the highest number of billionaires. (Shadow billionaires)

Hausa and igbo rarely gives their daughters to other tribe.

Hausa and igbo are not tolerant of other people religion.

Hausa and igbo for some strange reasons thinks they are destined to rule.

You all are thesame

so true. I am an Idoma man from Benue, my village is just a walking distance from Obolle in Enugu state. we share the same staunch Faith in Catholicis
m with the Ibos. But when I went serving in the east...the Ibos kept calling me an aboki. I was an outsider.

I think Ibos like the fulanis are not inclusive. Yes! mostly those who have not been out of the east. they have this crass about them that makes you know you will not be welcome at the table but maybe allowed to have the leftover.

for Ibos to rule, they need to reach out to the minority ethnic groups around them. even in the US, Latino, Asian and black votes are key.

I guess they've paid you to drag OBO
Wizkid and Burna tag team still no get GINGER

LegendAnselm:
should we stop fucking?

No! should we use protection? Yes!

You know what they say about ego never make it your friend amigo

baralatie:
after the initial gra gra of op about women.
na kiss and tell end am

they say...the hottest part of hell
is for those like op who kiss and tell

Baba, you too try.
finally, something a nicar can actually relate to.

NotGej:
True PICTURE!!!! and you Dey write epistle?! Are you normal

he is not normal. he is a genius. You on the other hand is normal and average waiting for pictures of eko or 'ass'o rock

donbachi:
She is on rapid somewhere...the guy hold her for work..sorry.

WORD!!!

una know how I dey take look this girl?

una Sabi;

hungry lion under tree way see young antelope dey waka nonchalantly from the herd.

Filomena:
okay but why does he keep staring?

Because he wants to fùck then dump you.
I have broken many a girl's heart like you. you obviously want him more than he wants you
Your over staring has made you his Christmas food. he will just select the meat, leave the rice and go.
You will later say we broke your heart.

Jacqueline22:
God please cleanse my mind
Lol

and mine too. we both need to sanitize our minds any time we hear cassava or better still, use a facemask to cover our dirty minds. big cassava indeed