kweensheba:
Dear lovers of the art, I have finally decided to publish my little story.

It is a story that has a lot of adult contents. If you are the prudish type, please stay off.

Constructive criticism is welcome.

Quite sensual. If you write from omniscient point of view, then I would advise men to get their Vaseline on reading you. But I hope you can also be that sensual when writing on your male Character's actions. In general, it's an interesting sex/romance tale and would appeal to many young people. And your strength is in your description of those sensual moments of your main character which is why I was asking if you can so well describe the males same way.

Keep Writing... Don't give up.







Kween and Richard are destined to be together. In the new house she just moves to, Kween becomes enamored to Richard. He is cool guy who seems to get everything working for him. In that very house are sexual scandals that stand between them.

(This story contains sexual contents.)







KWEEN


I took the last of my luggage up to my bedroom. This weekend, I had decided to relocate from my former abode to Ilupeju, Lagos. Earlier, I had got the furniture moved inside the living-room with the help of the truck driver and the guy that assisted him. I was feeling kind of grimy after all the hassles of loading and off-loading. It wasn’t easy to be moving to a new home.

After the driver and his assistant had gone, I surveyed the two-bedroom flat once again; from the living-room to the two bed-rooms, the bathrooms/toilets and the kitchen. The sitting-room was fairly large; so were the two bedrooms. The kitchen looked small, but it was okay for me. I never really fancied big kitchens. I believed I was going to like the place.

There was a door from the bedroom that I could use to get into the adjoining bathroom and toilet. Altogether, there were two bath-rooms and two toilets in the apartment. That was not bad. They were just what I wanted. The work of moving my load had taken some sweats from my body. I decided to take a shower and freshen up.

I moved straight to the bathroom en-suite my bedroom. There, I pulled my light blue t-shirt over my head. Briefly I stared at the 32C white bra, and from the not so clean straps, I could see that it needed to be changed.

I unhooked the bra and hung it on the bathroom rack, beside the t-shirt. My eyes went down to my boobs. They were still very firm. I was always proud of my tits. To me, they were gorgeous assets that must be protected.

Next, I removed the black jeans trousers and my pantie. I picked the trousers and hanged it on the rack next to the bra and the t-shirt. I was not going to wear that pant again, so it could remain on the floor. I stepped inside the bath-tube, opened the tap and water gushed from the showers. I hoped the water would always be available like this.

The cold water hit my body in a relieving way. Generously, I applied the lather soap over my head, my face, chest and the rest of my body. I allowed the water to run over my body for several minutes, then, I stopped the tap momentarily and took the floral flower gel. I made copious lather as I worked it around my face and neck. As the stiff crinkled yellow liquid traveled over my breasts and brushed my nipples, that queasy sort of nervous feeling started in my tummy.

I rubbed the liquid substance down over my tummy and thighs, skipping the soggy wisps of hair that had started growing at the pubic region again. The white foamy lather coated my slender coltish legs only briefly before the cascading water washed all the dirt down the drain. Rubbing the scratchy bath puff on my private part gave a similar but stronger version of the feeling I got from my breasts.

I never used the bathing puff between my legs. Squeezing a blob of the bath gel onto my fingers I applied the cold slippery soap to my warm plump vulva. That indescribable warm feeling flowed up from my core until it reached my head, making it spin. My fingers worked around cleansing and exploring. It felt different every day, looking lush; and somehow there was just more of it. I couldn't decide if the feel of my fingers on my womanhood, or the feel of my womanhood on my fingers was more intoxicating.

I convinced myself that I was really having a good time with the bathing experience, so I applied more soap. It was only a couple of weeks since I had peeked at my pussy but I was sure that the inner part was sticking out a bit more now.


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House of Scandals.

aprilwise:
Nice one.

Zamar:
Interesting.

aprilwise:
Nice one.

kweensheba:
This is to wish all my friends merry Christmas. Love you all.

Emarvel:
Following

Zamar:
Cool story.

ThrillPlus:
Nice update.

takeitbird:
how do I use alomo drink to last longer, or is there any other drink I can take to longer, any one that is common in the market