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My Personal Demon 18+ / INSATIABLE ~ Story Of A Quiet Yoruba Demon / Yoruba Demon From A Joke To A Tribal Insult (2) (3) (4)
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| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Israel6000(m): 12:51pm On May 05, 2018 |
Guy, I fit swear say you and I dae live the same life.... All your reasons for demonic operations in the female realm and actions carried out are same as mine. � But rihnaw... I'm taking a break from all the drama, wantu change my game cus girls done dae run from me for my area   [color=#550000][/color][/size][size=8pt] |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Nobody: 1:21pm On May 05, 2018 |
Israel6000: lol den don sabi ur story |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Hotchillz: 4:57pm On May 07, 2018 |
Seunfunmi18:Guy must you quote the whole damn thing |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Hotchillz: 5:10pm On May 07, 2018 |
Guy I swear... You are good, I'm fully parked here. I duff cap for you sir |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Seunfunmi18(m): 8:27pm On May 07, 2018 |
Hotchillz:And are you asking me that? |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by alatbaba1(m): 1:17pm On May 13, 2018 |
this is real hard core. this guy is good. I can relate to every sex escapade. bravo bro |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by useed(m): 6:36pm On May 13, 2018 |
Sheikgetho wetin happen now, we are waiting for update now 1 Like 1 Share |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Gody05(m): 10:43am On May 23, 2018 |
Boss Boss, when is the next update? well done sir 1 Like 1 Share |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by joeworipre: 8:09pm On May 25, 2018 |
Tight you, bring it on Boss |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Iamicekid(m): 3:37pm On May 26, 2018 |
Update this thing Abeg... Thaks in advance 1 Like 1 Share |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by sheikshegetto(m): 8:48pm On May 27, 2018 |
Iamicekid:sorry for the break in transmission....it has been a busy few weeks, story continues this week. 3 Likes 1 Share |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Ann2012(f): 8:57pm On May 27, 2018 |
sheikshegetto:Waiting for the updates plssss, Thank u 1 Like 1 Share |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Nobody: 9:07pm On May 27, 2018 |
WAWU! lemme go and buy vaseline 1 Like 1 Share |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by kelvinatkins(m): 10:41pm On May 27, 2018 |
shiekshgetto, abeg tell me about your delay mantra you used on that girl. |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Uniquejames(m): 9:39pm On May 30, 2018 |
sheikshegetto: boss as usual i am anticipating... |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by sheikshegetto(m): 2:41pm On Jun 01, 2018 |
If cheating men and women can absorb the energy and time used in maintaining their extra affairs for better life ventures, I tell y’all the world will be a better place. Had I used the “my sense will not kill me tactics” for these ladies to find cure for cancer…I might have won a nobel prize. Whenever I got the summoning text from Gold, I would always say today is the last day and so on until it became a full blown affair; meaning we had been codedly smashing for weeks. Like I mentioned a few thousand sentences back, Karen’s wolf like intuition taught me how to cover my tracks and lie as easily as I breath. Even my first babe Helen to whom I was cheating with her on wasn’t that inquisitive. It all started with the thank you gifts and new stuff I was getting that she didn’t buy. “This is a new shirt, I don’t remember buying you this.” She would say. “of course, I was an orphan before you met me, I wore grass before you start buying me stuff.” I would fire back sarcastically. “There’s no way you bought this with your own cash, Bioye I know you’re no spendthrift, (she then grabbed the label then checked out the shirt’s brand.) “I knew it, you can buy three shirts with this ones money. I bet that watch you wore last week came from the same source.” “are you accusing me of something? Cos you’d better say it right now to my face, that I might be a g-boy or a gigolo.” “I don’t care, but it’d better not be what I’m thinking.” She would huff with a finality like the argument was over until she brought it up a few minutes later with the word…”now they will say I’ve started.” It got so bad she demanded to see my phone to confirm that I had nothing to hide…you say?? Not even Sars can force the phone from my hand, they would have to shoot me first. I blatantly refused, she threw one hell of a tantrum and then hurled her brand new iphone at my face, remain small e for pluck my left eye comot. We exchange abusive words and I stormed out of her crib that late night with her yelling that she hoped I didn’t make it home. 12 Likes 1 Share |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by sheikshegetto(m): 2:45pm On Jun 01, 2018 |
The next day madam was already draining my phone battery with calls and “I am sorry” text messages. I forgave her after forming for a week or two and she was cool for another two weeks until her craziness resurfaced as usual and then we go again like a roller coaster. Gold and I chilled out for a while to cast off a little bit of suspicion from her angle. In the few days of respite from my quarrel with Karen I looked elsewhere for distraction. Simisola and I were still chatting steady, Ekaette calls whenever she could, I visited Priscilla every chance I got, she still saw my place of abode as the forbidden evil forest but I still harbored hope of thawing out that distrust from her mind. Bored one evening I was flickering through my phone when I cheekily sent a holla text at Omotola, since she had decided not to cut me off and had been mesmerizing me with subtle pictures uploads. I nearly choked on my guguru snack when her ”what do want?” reply blinked through my phone screen. Here goes our convo. -I miss you -you mst be missing ur medulla oblongata -I guess ur right…since dat slap, sense has not returned to my head. -Give me one reason I shld not block u ryt now -but u haven’t, must mean u still like me -hell will freeze over first -I know u must despise me ryt now but just take ur time to reminisce what we once had going before all the stuffs got down, everybody deserves a second chance. -kk Her kk reply had me fuming after composing all the epistles but I carried on teasing her, for someone that was mad at me, we chatted on through the night. 9 Likes |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by sheikshegetto(m): 2:52pm On Jun 01, 2018 |
Who’s she? __________ Helen and Karen met for the first time during the last session of my third year. Helen, Lati and I were in my room watching a new movie, luckily for me I had just gotten up from placing my head on her lap else who knows what Karen might have done had she met us in that compromising position. Her flora perfume announced her arrival, as my heart decided to do drumline against my chest. Till today I never knew how Lati evaporated from the room, one moment my guy was there and in a blink I was alone with the two ticking time-bombs. In my mind I was imagining what was going through their heads as they both coolly appraised each other. She’s not finer than me or my boobs are bigger or lets join hands together to fvck this cheating bastard of a guy up…Hashtag# girl power. Long before that I had always thought I was prepared for inevitable events such as this as I calmly introduced the both of them using their names without further title, adding my babe or my friend was asking for trouble, now to worry about getting out of this in one piece. The first advice I gave myself was don’t panic, but I was finding it hard to keep calm. With one very deep breath to curb my anxiety, I forced my mood to jolly mode, cracking jokes to ease the tensed atmosphere, neither of them laughed as they both glared at the ongoing movie on my laptop as if it was the cause of their trouble. As Helen was the more gentle of the two, I cheerily exchanged words with her. She soon relaxed cos I wasn’t focused on Karen; to her that meant she mattered. Karen on the other hand saw the way I was chatting with Helen with a sense of carefree familiarity also began to relax…to her that meant Helen was nothing more than a friend or colleague, either way she stopped viewing her as a threat. The tense air cooled down a bit from then on, giving me a little bit of time to be prepared for the inevitable “who is she?” question. Luckily, Helen soon got up to leave and I jumped up to see her off. “Who’s that girl?” she asked as soon as we were out of earshot. I had my lie baked and ready to serve. “A very old family friend, our moms used to dump us both at kindergarten back in the days, you know how mothers used to do now, take good care of your sister this, sister that; gotta have to look out for her.” I sealed my blatant lie with a carefree laugh. “oh that’s nice, but with the way she was glaring at me though, you would think I stole her man.” Helen relied coolly. “Ha! She was actually looking out for you o, you saw the way she relaxed after I introduced you guys, she knows the love of my life is Helen, she actually thought I was cheating with you with the real Helen.” I gave another oversabi laughter. “She seems kinda cold though, maybe she has a crush on you.” Helen seemed barely convinced. “Karen? crush on me Ha! More like crush my head, have you seen the way she looks down her nose at everything? I’m most definitely not her type, abegi if her mom doesn’t know my mom, she wouldn’t even realize I existed.” I concluded with another witty cackle. watch out for folks who laugh way too much after every sentence, we might be probably lying. 15 Likes |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by sheikshegetto(m): 2:55pm On Jun 01, 2018 |
Finally convinced and quite relieved, she started giggling as well. “haba, stop selling yourself short, she must be blind not to notice you.” (Oh well I’m flattered and all babe but you gotta move now before she kills us both.) Alright that’s one down, now to face the other “who’s that girl” question waiting for me back in my room. Using Helen's approach for Karen was asking for it. No, you fight fire with fire, so for her I used the aggressive method. As soon as she opened her pretty mouth to ask the “who is she?” questionnaire, I went in on her full tilt after all the best defense was offence. “look Karen, I don’t like the way you treat my friends and colleagues must especially the female ones. What you did today embarrassed me, I bet it wouldn’t have made any difference if it were one of my sisters you met here today. You hardly knew the girl and you made her uncomfortable till she left, I think I deserve better from you cos I’ve never treated Jude and co the way you treat my friends, even Lati can barely stay in the same room with you……bla bla blaaaahh!” My initial rant caught her by surprise she forgot what she wanted to say, at the middle of my lecture, madam dinno know when she changed into defensive midfielder, and by the time I was out of breath, she was mildly morose as i had turned the guilt card entirely to my favor. She finally had enough and tried to placate me. “look I’m sorry if I made your friend uncomfortable okay so let’s forget it.” And that was how I escaped with my head intact that day. Long after Karen was gone, Latin poked his head into my room to see if I was still in one piece. “Guy you be owo epo (good time) friend o, any small gbege like this you go just turn to twin seven seven.” Lati: O boy leave that thing, e get some kin load wey person no dey follow pepo carry. After all no be me and you dey collobi the two dem. “Either way you fvck up abeg, the way you comot the room get as e be.” Lati: Okay okay no vex, but as you still dey here now mean say you don use your golden tongue rescue yourself nah, postpone the day wey bushmeat go finally catch hunter hahaha. “Thunder fire you!!!” 14 Likes |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by sheikshegetto(m): 2:59pm On Jun 01, 2018 |
It didn’t take long before Gold started calling again, what was her deal? I am not some booty call on speed dial to wire up whenever you are in heat. Come to think of is, with the thank you stuffs I was getting that was making Karen’s head touch. I guess I was actually a certified booty call. I soon realized that I needed to make a decision when even Helen became inquisitive. She normally minds her business as she felt everyone was entitled to a little space at times, but the same number constantly calling will break even the patience of the most understanding and accommodating of all girlfriends. After one night of careful thinking, I made my decision to convince her to calm down or call everything off for my own safety, she agreed to meet me at her crib, nah nah bad idea, lets meet at a public place where caution will prevail. She stated the chance of Karen seeing us together outside was clearly more than the privacy of her place…never argue with a female lawyer. Well fine, I agreed to come to her crib but I needed her word that I was only there to talk and no other funny business. Lol, in spite my smartness i can be daft at times. Knocking carefully at her door a few moments later, to my vivid relief, she was fully clothed. Smiling sheepishly, she ushered me in and sat right in front of me business like. “so what did you say you wanted to talk to me about?” Leaning forward to listen better, her golden cleavage spilled out eradicating everything I had memorized. “em, could you please lean back? I’m trying to make common sense here.” I finally gushed out. She slowly complied with a secret smile. “Thank you, I think it’s about time we come to a mutual decision concerning our yunno our reckless frolicking. What we had was magical, and despite my commitment I am not ashamed to say I regretted nothing. But for the good of us both, I really think we should discontinue all this as we have both achieved why we took this leap in the first place, after all said and done I just want you to know you were the best I’ve ever had and I would be stupid to let you go were I not in a serious relationship and I hope we are still friends.” I had spent the night before reciting that speech, rushing through every sentence as I gallantly avoided her tantalizing cleavage and focused on her face instead. 7 Likes |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by sheikshegetto(m): 3:03pm On Jun 01, 2018 |
She sighed quite dramatically. “I guess good things don’t last, I’d always feared it would come to this but I had been stubbornly in denier. I never knew I would come to terms with being content to be the side chick just to continue being with you, if someone had told me this earlier I would have tagged them a fool but look at me now, in love with someone that don’t wanna be with me.” (Shiit shiiit shiiiit…this wasn’t part of the job description, nobody was supposed to catch feelings. Which kin gbege be this.) “look Gold, as much as I want this to continue I will only be a selfish human being if I allow you to stoop so low as to become second fiddle for my attention, you deserved better, you deserve to be happy.” I grabbed her clammy hands even though I knew it was a terrible mistake, I planned to leave there with minimal contact cos our body be magnet. “but I was happy right until this moment, much happier than I ever been, you make me feel like a woman (lobatan), you gave a new meaning to my desires (I don enter goobe Ooo) I don’t even want all of you, karen can go to hell but I am willing to share you.” That was unexpected, I closed my eyes as I groaned in frustration. Hell has no fury like a woman scorned, if care was not taken, a spurned Gold can make life miserable for me were I to reject her advances. To cut the story short, I never knew she had drawn close me while I had my eyes closed and before I knew it, I was drowned in her musky cologne, lost into her teary doe eyes. "please Gold don’t do this to me, you are making this harder for the two of us.” I pleaded before she muffled further discussion with hungry kisses like she was dying and my mouth was the route to the bread of life and from there on, I lost all sense of control. Gold struggled to unbutton my shirt before giving up halfway to caress my exposed chest, her warm hand sent shivers of pleasure down to my torso. Using her other free hand to guard my hand up her silk skirt, I readily complied as my adventurous hand snaked its way up her smooth warm thigh to her dripping folds. This chick was pantless, can y'all believe it? She actually meant to bang me despite our mutual agreement. But by then I was actually at the point of no return cos I jerked up her wet cunt forcing her to gasp into my mouth. With one practiced tug, she unstrapped my belt and my full length dick sprang out. With one hand on my shoulder to support her stance, she held my dick in place and sheathed herself, swallowing me down to the base of my pelvic. Holding still for a moment as shivers ran down her spine, she began to gyrate slowly on me, my head between her breasts, her arms around my neck. The sensation of my penis sliding in and out her slimy virginal was so mind-blowing that I lost focus and flooded her cunt in lesser than twenty strokes. Kissing me deeply as my flaccid dick slid out of her, I turned her over on the sofa and then replaced my c*ck with my hand, fisting into her so savagely I had my hand wrist deep. Her moans of ecstasy soon sent blood rushing back to my aroused dick, I then positioned myself between her soft thigh and began to pound furiously in and out of her. We both pawed hungrily at each other with abandon like there was no tomorrow, at that point, we cared less if Karen found out about us as we coupled with passion, but be careful what you wished for. We were still rutting away like baboons in heat season that we failed to notice the door to her apartment swung open, or the gasp of shock that followed right after. ************************************************* 10 Likes |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Joislim(f): 3:25pm On Jun 01, 2018 |
yaay..... sheiks is back with enough update... let get down to reading 1 Like 1 Share |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by eitsei(m): 3:29pm On Jun 01, 2018 |
ghen ghen |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Joislim(f): 3:30pm On Jun 01, 2018 |
Gody05: Ann2012: useed:He has posted more updates 1 Like |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by YINKS89(m): 4:26pm On Jun 01, 2018 |
Karen don finally catch u 1 Like 1 Share |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Ann2012(f): 8:09pm On Jun 01, 2018 |
One chance ooooo Thanks for the updates 1 Like 1 Share |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by MrGokay(m): 8:19pm On Jun 01, 2018 |
sheikshegetto: Bros we die here |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Gody05(m): 9:36pm On Jun 01, 2018 |
Joislim:For real?? Chai, where is my vaseline ooo? |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Bluefish7(m): 12:23pm On Jun 02, 2018 |
Sheikshegetto dun wound man pikin ooo me dah is single to stupor wah shud i nah b doin Kudos bruv |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by germaphobe(m): 1:10pm On Jun 02, 2018 |
i know this bad boy must leave us in much suspence |
| Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Jackossky(m): 2:05pm On Jun 02, 2018 |
Sola is following 1 Like 1 Share |
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