Twaci am just wondering abt ur sexuality ....if u can create dz kinda fiction...u sure gonna be a wild one

JosephCudjoe:
Twaci am just wondering abt ur sexuality ....if u can create dz kinda fiction...u sure gonna be a wild one

Joseph d dreamer ur mind is filthy...

ItsQuinn:
Try? Me and the main character have some similar characteristics, it's something I can relate to that's why I love the story

you got married at early age?

or your husband/bf is a sadomasochist?

or you are one?

JosephCudjoe:
Twaci am just wondering abt ur sexuality ....if u can create dz kinda fiction...u sure gonna be a wild one

for once, I thought I was the only one thinking like that.

That's for me to know ......btw I'm not married

frankcris:



you got married at early age?

or your husband/bf is a sadomasochist?

or you are one?

ItsQuinn:
That's for me to know ......btw I'm not married

are you shy to tell me

OK...you can tell me privately

I like the "I'm not married" part...

ambitionlife:



Joseph d dreamer ur mind is filthy...

Bro no b filthy mind ooo....all dz writers r inspired by what they av read, seen, witness or experienced..

JosephCudjoe:


Bro no b filthy mind ooo....all dz writers r inspired by what they av read, seen, witness or experienced..

That's not true bro...

Dear twaci...... Do mention me in your next update

Do I have to be coming here every hour to look for the update?

I wonder o. Twaci cum and finish what u started o abi nepa dun seize light?

ikwoche:
Do I have to be coming here every hour to look for the update?

Only God knows when yhu're gonna update now. Abeg,biko,pls,jo dakun update

Chapter three

"Dami do you have a boyfriend?"

She looked up from the stew she stirred. "A boyfriend?"

"A boyfriend," I said with a nod and a smile.

She chuckled. "Yes I do, why?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, just wanted to know. You know, we hardly talk about stuffs like that and I was curious. Is the stew ready?"

A questioning look crossed her face but quickly passed as she turned back to the pot on fire and scooped a bit in her hand. "Yes, almost."

"Good! Because I am hungry!"

"You are always hungry," she joked and I laughed.

I propped myself up on the kitchen counter and watched as she added more ingredients to the content in the pot. Damilola was a very beautiful dark skinned girl that had a perfect figure that could drive anyone wild and to add to that, she had this sex appeal that preceded her age and an innocence to match. Her boyfriend was indeed very lucky.

My husband had been gone for a week and he was right, I didn't feel his absence. First was because he always called to check up on me and Dami had proved to be a better companion than the television in my room. After Seun had travelled, I became free and unrestricted and roamed the house with a carefree spirit - not that his presence had confined me in any way. I just felt different with the knowledge that I wouldn't bump into him anywhere. His absence had also given me time to learn more about my newly aroused wants and fantasies. With the help of videos and ebooks, I had found out all I yearned for when it came to lesbïanism and more as I had stumbled on a pôrn site that had everything - everything imaginable that ranged from girl on girl to hardcöre sèx, to anäl, BDS.M, voyeürism, cöprophila. Every night I locked myself in my room and watched these videos in fascination and would later touch myself to ease the tension that would have built up in my stomach. It seemed normal to me, there was nothing wrong with curiosity I thought and if touching myself was the result of it all, that didn't feel wrong either. But I went even further than that and would imagine that my hands were my husband's and whenever they stroked me, that it was his shaft and it made it more real and fun.

I looked at Damilola. The night before, I had imagined they were her hands that were on me and that had made it more pleasurable. The thought of her touching and kissing every part of me had created a different type of want in me and made me wild and quite turned on.

I folded my legs uncomfortably, it still turned me on. I eyed her breasts and wondered how they felt and tasted. Would she like it if I touched them? I pondered. Would she feel how I felt whenever my husband touched mine? Would she moan if I bit her nipples?

I knew I had to stop, to control myself but just couldn't. The scene was stuck in my head and her presence didn't help either. I relaxed on the wall and slid my eyes to her hips and then to where I felt her veejay was. I wondered how it would feel to suck her and what her juice would taste like, my fingers ached to be inside of me.

Esther entered and I jerked out of my thoughts. I smiled at her. "The stew is almost done Esther."

She smiled back and folded her arms across her chest. "That's good to know, but I still don't get why you want to stay here in this hot kitchen and not in the sitting room. Your favorite show is on, you should be out there and not here."

I laughed. "But I like it here. The kitchen smells nice and there is nobody in the sitting room to talk to. You are busy, so is Dami and Bisi - wait where is Bisi?"

"She went to see her sick mum," Dami spoke up as she turned off the gas cooker. "I am quite surprised that you did not notice her absence till now."

I shrugged. "I don't know, we are not that close."

"And another thing you shouldn't be close to is stress," Esther chipped in. "Have you forgotten what Oga said? He said that you should not be bothered at all-"

"And I am not bothered!" I exclaimed. "I am perfectly fine."

I came down from the counter and turned. "Do I look bothered to you? Abi am I complaining of stress? I just don't want to be alone."

The woman sighed. "Okay, if you say so. Damilola hurry up so that you two can leave here. If the stew is ready, leave it open so that it can get cool on time and ready for refrigeration, okay?"

"Yes ma."

"I will be in the laundry room should either of you need me."

I watched her as she left the kitchen and smiled. After my husband had travelled, Esther had returned to her normal self. Her affections were back so were her smiles and joviality and that made me realize that my husband had been the reason she had gone cold. I also knew that it had to do with the first time my husband molested me but she never said anything about it neither did she ask me anything. She pretended not to care. I liked her still and appreciated the way she looked after me, she and Damilola.

I turned to Damilola only to see that she had bent, back to me, to get something that was in the last drawer of the cupboard before her. Her aśs looked nice and round and I resisted the urge to touch it. I sighed deeply and closed my eyes, I knew I had to make a move soon.

******************

Three nights later, the perfect opportunity presented itself.

Esther had come to my room to ask for permission to leave that night as one of her children was ill and needed her attention.

"What is wrong with him?" I asked in concern as I turned my phone screen down and covered it with a pillow.

"Malaria. At least that is what my older child thinks. I really should go, please-"

"No-you don't have to beg me." I said. She was a mother that truly cared for her children. "By all means, go and see him. You can take tomorrow off too if the need be, just make sure he's better."

She smiled in gratitude. "Of course. Thank you very much! Just that your husband might find out and-"

"Don't worry, I won't tell him." I assured her.

Her smile widened and she walked up to me and hugged me. The action startled me and called up memories of my mother, memories that I had fought to forget. I just sat there and when she noticed I didn't reciprocate the action, she broke away uneasily and looked at my face. "I-I am sorry. I didn't know - I was just-"

"It's okay." I whispered and looked at my hands. I really didn't want to think about it.

She looked uncertain. "Thank you."

When she left the room, I laid back on the bed and sighed. I hated the memories that had resurrected from that very simple and innocent hug. My mother was once like that, had once upon a time hugged me in love and affection and had cared deeply for me, willing to take any risk to make sure I was okay, but all that changed when my father had died.

I closed my eyes. The night my father's friend had called to tell us that my father had died in a fatal car crash, I had noticed something snapped in my mother, something that changed her to who she then was, something that had torn me away from my mother's heart. I had wanted so much to hate my mother but still, there was this part of me that cried out for her because deep down I knew it wasn't her fault, she had really loved my father and I.

I heard a soft knock on the door. "Who is it?"

"Damilola."

And just like that, my sad thoughts disappeared. I quickly reached for my phone and closed the pörn I had watched before Esther had come in. "Come in!"

She entered and closed the door behind her. I noticed that she had already changed into her nightgown which was short and had a nice shade of pink and the flimsy material did nothing to hide the contours of her nipples. "Esther just left. She said I should ask you if there was anything you needed."

I shook my head. "No-no- wait- yes! Yes!-"

I tried to think up of something. Dami was here and we were all alone in the house, I had the perfect opportunity to do with her as I pleased but where was I to start from?

"What do you want?" She asked innocently.

You, I wanted to say as my eyes went to her breasts. "I-I-I still have - um - I still have problems with the -um- the shower-"

"The shower?"

I frowned and turned to the bathroom. What was wrong with the shower again? "No - not the shower. I mean, I - I want to take a bath - in the tub." I knew that sounded stupid.

"Okay?" She looked confused. "Do you want me to run a bath for you?"

Yes! That was it. "Yes please. That's what I want, a bath."

She nodded with a ridiculous expression and turned to the bathroom. My eyes followed her as she entered and switched on the taps.

I smiled. Game on.

I quickly jumped off the bed and locked the room door. What next? I thought. What was the best line of attack? I walked to the bathroom door and peeped in to see that she had bent over the tub, her back to me, her eyes intent on the taps. Just then an idea struck me.

I quickly pulled my gown and panties and walked into the bathroom, she was oblivious to my presence and that suited me just fine. I walked closer to her and gently raised her gown. She startled in shock and tired to jump up but I held her down - God knew where that strength had come from - and used my husband's favorite line, "Stay."

She didn't move but I felt her fear. "Ma what are you doing?!"

When I noticed that she had obeyed, I went back to the hem of her gown and raised it to reveal her panties - green, lacy and quite fitted. She tried to move again. "Calm down Dami, you will like this."

I knew I sounded so much like my husband and strange enough, it made me bolder. I pulled down her panties and choked in desire when I saw her smooth flawlessly formed buttocks and her honeypot. Her position was perfect and all was opened to me. I badly wanted to push my fingers into her but held myself, I wanted her to enjoy it as much as I did.

I touched her bum and gently squeezed it. It was soft and perfect, like silk and I could no longer control myself. I moved closer and kissed it softly and smiled when I heard her gasp. I kissed her again and bent down to face her honeypot fully. It was beautiful, dark, very well curved and the little bit of pink flesh that pushed out from within her called out to me. I teased it with a kiss and when she moaned, I took it as a go ahead and went back in to stroke her with my tongue, she tasted like salted milk. She made to move away but I grabbed her buttocks and drew her closer and sucked harder.

"Ma!" She moaned and tightened her grip on the bathtub.

I was lost, buried in the waves of emotions that swept me and her moans - like fuel they flared up the fires of desire that had long burned within me. I stopped, stood and turned her to kiss her deeply on the mouth. She no longer resisted, rather she held me close and returned the kiss with a passion that matched mine. Finally her dress went off and I had full access. My hands went everywhere, her breasts, buttocks and finally went into her. She cried in my mouth as I fingered her and almost fell but I held her still and pushed her to the wall to hold her up. I loved the way she felt, like buttered silk - sensual to the touch.

I shivered when she pushed her fingers in me and stroked it the same way I did hers. I was feverish in want and knew that the bathroom wall would not just do, so I pulled away from her. "Let's go to the room."

She nodded and I dragged her out of the bathroom, into the room and pushed her on the bed. I climbed on top of her and when my core touched hers, it felt heavenly. I moved on her and held her hands to my breasts. The quake of pleasure had built up in me and I shivered when I felt tiny tremors in me. Then I recalled a position I had seen in one of the videos I had watched and stood up from her. I turned, still above her, to face her veejay and sat to get closer. I pushed mine to her face and she understood what I had wanted. She raised her head to plunge her tongue into me and I moaned in pleasure and bent over hers to do same.

It was a great feeling, every act was matched, emotions intertwined as both of us were focused on giving pleasure to the other and at the same time tried to absorb that which was given.

The tremors were stronger and I felt my thighs shake. She was so good at it, not close to my husband's but definitely good. She knew all the right moves and tempo and I couldn't stop myself from shaking.

"Ah!" She screamed and shook like an epileptic patient, "Don't stop! Please!"

Whatever she had felt, I felt it too because neither did I want it to stop. I sat back on her face and went back to savor her hot salty juice.

When I climaxed it felt like thousands of stars had exploded in me and every part of me shook. I cried out and grabbed her thighs to steady myself but couldn't control it, it was just too much. I heard Dami cry out the same way and that heightened the emotions that cruised through me. I fell beside her and pushed my fingers in my trembling self and felt my core convulse in response. It was just perfect, the feelings, the emotions, I felt fulfilled.

With deep breaths I turned to Dami and saw that she stared back at me. "Did you feel that?"

She nodded.

I smiled and looked up to the mirrored ceiling above us. "That was beautiful."

"Yeah." She whispered.

"We should do it again." I said suggestively.

"We should." She replied and moved closer to me.

I chuckled when I felt her hand on my breast.

Tastemoney
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Good morning

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Just updated

Wow!

ikwoche:
Do I have to be coming here every hour to look for the update?

The thing is I had planned to update once in two days so that I would be able to have time for myself.

I will have to make it one update a day, how's that?

JosephCudjoe:
Twaci am just wondering abt ur sexuality ....if u can create dz kinda fiction...u sure gonna be a wild one

Could be

Or might just be an ardent reader and one fascinated by such

Oh my...

Twaci

Twaci:
Lolaabokoku
Pwettyesther
Gmekx
Ubong541
Veekid
Swann
Dayshow

Ohhhhhhhhhh thanks for the mention; If not for this I wouldn't have known abiut the update ..... maybe I'll have to follow you to monitor your postz.


Abeg follow back ma'am

Laveda:


Oh my...

Twaci

What na?

No be book?

veekid:



Ohhhhhhhhhh thanks for the mention; If not for this I wouldn't have known abiut the update ..... maybe I'll have to follow you to monitor your postz.


Abeg follow back ma'am

Done. Thanks dear.

Twaci:
What na?

No be book?

You don spoil o your imaginations are top notch.

Beautiful work hunnay, ride on.

Twaci:
Tastemoney Frankris Nerdfrost Pearlyakin Coolaustyne Ebayray
It's ready!
Good morning

present ma !

Laveda:

You don spoil o your imaginations are top notch.

Beautiful work hunnay, ride on.

Thanks Sweerie

But Oma was just too good for a first timer.
Why do I have this feeling that Dami has tried this before? Or she's just sex starved

Twaci:
Done. Thanks dear.

with the way you write about sex fantastically and understandably makes me have a rethink about your personality #No_offence

Diddyydiva:
I really like this Twaci,


More grease to your pen

Happy birthday Darling! Wishing you nothing but love, satisfaction and more blissful years ahead.

Guys please help me say a happy birthday to my very good friend.

Lots of love dear!

veekid:
with the way you write about sex fantastically and understandably makes me have a rethink about your personality #No_offence

Lol, it all has to do with painting a picture I want seen

Twaci:
Lol, it all has to do with painting a picture I want seen

More juice to your brain