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Four years ago, I was involved with a man. He told me he was getting a divorce, that he was unhappy in his marriage, that him and his wife are trying to kill each other. He made me feel like I was his peace of mind …that I brought him peace. He spent most of his time with me, got me an apartment. I was so much in love that I got careless and got pregnant.

Pregnancy changed everything. His wife who they have 2 children together began to beg him to come back to him. Their family members who were even in support of their brother getting a divorce suddenly came after me and called me all kinds of names: homewrecker, etc.

The wife even tried her best to convince him to make me get an abortion but the pregnancy was already four months plus. We ended the affair but I had my baby boy who looks exactly like his father. I was really hurt but I blamed myself for trusting a man who was not fully divorced before getting involved with him.

Anyways, those days were very dark for me but my son gave me the strength to move on. With the small money I had, I started my catering business and worked really hard to make a business for myself. Indeed, it was tough but I became very popular in a short time through instagram, I displayed my food and did delivery services.

In one year, I was having big clients to cater for. That was how I met Kelvin at a high level wedding I catered for. To be honest, I still get alot of attention from men but once bitten twice shy right? I choose very carefully…and I am sure I want to marry right the next time.

Kelvin got my card cos as usual, my food was so good and my services are out of this world. Kelvin wanted me to cater for his elder sister’s birthday party. Kelvin flew in from London to attend to his friend’s wedding and his elder sister’s birthday. I gladly took up the offer and planned a state of the art surprise party for Kelvin’s elder sister.

That is how we started to talk. He went back to London but stayed in touch. We would call each other everyday…London looked like next door. We spoke and face timed everyday. Our friendship grew so fast. He started coming to Naija every two months just to see me.

My son, now three years loved him so much. I met his sister in Nigeria and his other siblings in London spoke to me almost every week. His parents, lovely people, who live in Canada spoke to me and loved me for real. Since this year, everyone has been asking when are we getting married. Kelvin proposed last June. Our introduction was in August this year and that was when all hell let loose.
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Sandra (not real name) and I have been in a relationship for six years. I love her with all my heart and we have been through alot together. Our dream has always been to relocate abroad when we get married but God did it, I was able to relocate three years ago even before we got married.

Since I have been here, things have not been so easy and I tell Sandra everything cos we made a promise to tell each other everything. No secrets. Even if one person cheats on the other. Last year, I had a rough period of time and I cheated with a coworker. I struggled with telling Sandra but since we both agreed, that there would be no secrets between us, I summoned up courage and told her.

Unfortunately, Sandra did not take it well. She broke up with me and said its because we are no longer living together that I have broken my promise. Well, I did not give up, I kept on begging her for almost 6 months. I came back home, I begged and begged. It was then I actually proposed and when she forgave me, we planned to get married in December this year.

Wedding plans have been ongoing and in top gear. My fiancée told me that she has been working out regularly to be in best shape for the wedding. She said she had a surprise for me. That when I see her, I will not recognize her. I got back in last week, for our traditional wedding next weekend and white wedding in December.

And she was right, I did not recognize her because Sandra had gotten plastic surgery for her body. She got a big butt and breasts. I was shocked. I was like: what happened to you? She was like, do I like her new body? To be honest, I do not like it one bit. I was like, why did you do that? why did you change your beautiful natural body?

Sandra said she did it for me: that she felt insecure as a slim lady with flat butt…that she felt, that may have been one of the reasons I cheated on her. First of all, the reason I love Sandra is because she is slim like a model. I do not like women with big buttocks or big breasts

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I looked into the mirror just before I headed out and for the first time in my life, I was truly happy. Beyond my amazing wedding dress and my stunning makeup, I knew that the heavens must really love me because I had finally reached my place of stability, my last bus stop.

Ours was love at first sight; like he would always say. To him, he was created to love me and it didn’t matter the time or the season as I would have still been his. We could stare at ourselves for several minutes never wanting to break the gaze. Ours was that kind of love that was so powerful, being just a few metres apart from ourselves felt like a long distance relationship even if we were under the same roof.

Sometimes, there was no need for words with Jason not because I was mad at him or anything but because the body language complimented whatever we were doing and even when we talked, we always found ourselves completing each other’s sentences. We totally adored ourselves and to us, sometimes s*-x was not too relevant, I mean, we could play under the sheets all day and night, cuddling, kissing and being intimate but no penetration not because we were not crazy about ourselves but because s*x had simply become an icing on the cake, the cake being our deep love. Our love was invigorating and I was so happy to finally have someone who loved me for me. Nothing to me could ruin our perfect love story or so I thought.

Jason was oblivious to my past as I made sure I never talked about it with him. That was a part of me that hurt deeply and I wasn’t willing to share with anyone, at least not for now. I was all shades of messed up before I met Jason. As a matter of fact, I could have sworn that I was cursed from birth or how else would one explain how I never got to even meet my mom as I was told she died whilst having me. And my dad, oh my lovely dad grieved his wife for a year and despite pleas to take another woman as his wife especially for my sake, he didn’t listen and he refused to take even a maid. I was raised by him alone and I did enjoy myself as he made sure I lacked nothing. He was my hero, yeahh he really was as I had no one besides him but when I clocked six, the whole story changed.

My father started coming home later than usual, always staggering in. I couldn’t quite comprehend what was wrong at that age but even I knew there was fire on the mountain when my dad started paying me visits in the night. He would tell me to be a good girl and open wide my legs which I did whilst crying because he always looked scary. Then my father would have s*_x with me and always groan like a beast as he would pull out and tell me to go back to sleep. This went on till I was eleven when I entered boarding school.

but even then, the damage had already been done. As I entered my teen years, I was already a s*_x addict and I couldn’t understand my insatiable appetite for s*_ex. It didn’t help matters that puberty was very kind to me, I was endowed in the right places amongst all my peers and so as long as you were a guy and you had something in between your legs, it didn’t matter if you were a security guard, or the principal, I slept with all.

There was no stopping me even all through my university days and I soon became very popular for my s*_xual escapades. I collected nothing from the men because I had little use for their money, my wonderful father gave me more than enough but my desire for s_*x was just unquenchable. And then I met Jason, a good man. Of all the men I have ever come across, he was the most sincere, he was the one who made me realise there was more to life than s*_x, he talked to me like he was God sent and made me believe I was a princess. He would always prod me about my past and I would always tell him to let it be and that I would tell him when the time was right. If only karma wasn’t a bitch. If only one could go free for every misdeed one does. If only wishes come true maybe my happiest day wouldn’t have turn out to be the worst day of my life.

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[center]have a prodigious passion for

African women. I love their style

and elegance, but above all else I

yearn for their beautiful black

bodies. They are so eminently

gorgeous and s*xval that my

c-ock stiffens whenever I see

them in the street or imagine

them in my mind.

My s*xval appreciation of African

womanhood began at the age of

eighteen. I had gone to stay with

Aunty Sarah in Lagos, Nigeria,

while my mother was attending

a business conference in Kenya.

Aunty Sarah was not my real

aunt, but I’d always known her

by that name. She and my mother

had been at university together

in England, and had remained

close friends throughout their

lives. Aunty Sarah was divorced,

thirty-nine, generous hips and

br-3asts, lovely face and a very

welcoming personality. Her home

was large and sumptuous, with

numerous bedrooms and eight

servants.

On my first day I rose early,

showered and went downstairs

to hunt for some food. I found

the kitchen and the cook

provided me with an excellent

breakfast. Just as I was clearing

my plate the intercom buzzed.

The cook answered it and then

informed me that Mrs Makeba –

Aunty Sarah – would like to see

me in her room. I was escorted

upstairs by Molly, one of the

maids, and led along several

thickly carpeted corridors. We

reached the room, the maid

knocked, and we were bidden to

enter.

Aunty Sarah was sitting up in

bed suckling her infant daughter.

“Ah, Peter, come in, come in.” She

said, with kindly authority.

“You’ve caught little Elizabeth at

her breakfast. Molly, please take

this greedy little girl to the

nursery, she’s had enough for

now.”

“Now Peter, take off your shoes

and come and sit beside me

while we discuss your itinerary

for the day.”

I was rather embarrassed at this

injunction, but felt excited and

aro-used at the sight of Aunty

Sarah’s large naked bre-asts, and

as I walked to the bed my pe-n!s

began to swell within my cotton

shorts.

She noticed. “Oh, I’m sorry, Peter.

I still think of you as a baby. Give

me a minute to get dressed and

then we can have a chat in the

drawing room.”

“Oh…no…no…er…don’t get

dressed on my account,” I

babbled, vainly trying to adopt an

air of sophisticated nonchalance.

Aunty Sarah smiled benignly at

my bungling attempt to appear

worldly wise. Then, in an attitude

of mock coyness, she placed her

hands over her nip-*ples and

simpered: “Well, young man, the

choice is yours, should I get

dressed or stay naked.”

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I was starring. I was caught in the display. Cynthia kept on trying to illustrate to the Junior student before her how she wanted her to clean up her dusty sandals. She kept leaning forward while doing so. But as she did this, I was continuously being explicitly presented with what had suddenly become a highly erotic view. Her panties as well as her blue mini combat shorts, have ridden down the cheeks of her big asss and was now revealing the crack of her bum mid-way down. I was stupendously mesmerized by this. And as her body went back and forth with her many gesticulations, her asss swung to and fro, prompting the young student’s eyes, as well as mine, to dance around with the rather fat mass of flesh. My pvsssy easily reacted to this and in just a moment, I sensed the moisture form inside of me. It took quite a while and a great deal before I could finally disengage myself from such gawking. It had been a thoroughly enticing experience but equally one that was accompanied with a great deal of absurdity, overall. I wasn’t into girls if I were to be frank. In fact, going by the definitions of the various sexualll orientations known to the world, I am simply straight. Back home, I have this dude I call my boyfriend. Tunde by name and we have had s*xx once. He popped my cheery in the course and since then, I have longed to do it again with him. I had never had any feelings for any girl and cannot think of anytime I ever even gave being with any other girl a thought. I have even talked a couple of my colleagues who are always into it here in the dormitory, out of it. I was just heterosexual. A little girl who loved and worshiped big enormous male c*cks! And a slutt of some kind whenever I found myself around hung guys. But now, something else appeared to be creeping in. I had first noticed this two evenings ago. Just after the relocation of some students from their previous dormitory to new ones. Some new blocks had been recently commissioned by the Parent Teacher’s Association and most of us were instructed to move into them. That was how Cynthia came to join us. I already had a best friend called Udak. We had been friends since Class one and had even shared a single bed sometime in the past when the school struggled with bed spaces. Now we sleep separately but still on the same bunk. She stayed below while I used the bed above. However, I had not known she also had a similarly close friend who happened to be Cynthia. She was a classmate of hers (I was in a different classroom block but of similar grade) who only used a separate dormitory. Nonetheless, I had already heard a thing or two ‘ugly’ things about here even though I was yet to get close to her. However, just after the instruction to relocate, Cynthia began demanding that Udak secured a bed space for her within our own dormitory. That meant from the beds that were going to be left out empty when some people in our dormitory had moved out. Udak told me about it, and even though I never openly objected, I really was not comfortable with the move. The rumours I had heard made me really worried. It had circulated a lot within the school female dorms back then, that she was a lesssbian or at least a Bi. I equally even heard on certain occasions that some of my distant friends openly spoke about their wish to get down with the ‘notorious’ girl and did really send out an invite to her. Even when some of them were not into girls in any way. Of course, this made me feel bad since I had always been one of the strongest preachers against same-sex relationship within the dorms. Therefore, when Udak (who I could swear before any oracle was not into fellow girls) told me about Cynthia’s supposed move into our own dorm, it only left me quite livid. That was not only going to mean a sudden closeness to a lesssbian girl of which I ultimately detest, but also become a threat to the beautiful relationship I had developed with Udak. Unfortunately, she did move in and not just that, she equally secured a bed which was just adjacent to us. And her occupying the lower bed meant that she was always going to spend the night close to Udak since she slept below mine. Poor me!

Two nights had gone now and it was already appearing like I had a big mountain before me. In fact, the Cynthia I had harbored so much dislike for, had swept me off my feet when she finally joined our dorm. She was just outlandishly stunning to say the least. We were all in our last grades and thus were seniors. And I am sure she was the same age as myself; sixteen. But she looked entirely much more matured than myself! She was a bit taller than me. Had a figure of a grown-up woman. Possessed these big poking t*ts you would not expect to find on the chest of a sixteen year old. And had a hip that played the violin when she walked. She was just too beautiful. I now understood why most girls in the dorm wanted to sleep with her. Apart from all those traits she had, she still had another extraordinary feature. Her big fat assss!Up till this point in my life (I will be twenty-six by next birthday), I still cannot explain how she managed to have a backside that big and fleshy at sixteen. It was a direct contrast to her body size which was mainly slender. The asssss only made itself obvious to noticed anytime she dressed and walked out. She was just mesmerizing. I was equally beautiful; in fact I won the last mock hostel beauty pageant conducted in our dormitory by our Hostel porters. But I simply understood that Cynthia was more beautiful than myself and was going to subsequently take away the repeated pageant victory I had always enjoyed and gotten a lot of respect for. Udak, who is the less beautiful of the three of us was also a killer. In the sense that she had another commendable body. But she was not close to the two of use, facial-wise. I and Cynthia were the better.

It was on that first night of Cynthia’s arrival that I began having the earlier indicated absurd feeling. She hadn’t struggled to blend and mix with myself and Udak. As well as the other girls whose beds were not too far from mine and Udak. I had quietly observed her body, taking due recognition of how beautiful and attractive her body was. Even though I seriously fought any form of timidity that was generating on my side. I had been the main girl before she arrived and I still wanted to remain so even though I was aware of how difficult that was going to be. She had first dropped her bags at the dorm box room and was making it to the female borehole with Udak, when I bumped into them at the door way.

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“Where have you been Udak? I have searched the entire school for you”, I was making frantic effort to make Cynthia as less relevant as I could. I was only coming in contact with her for the first time though

“Me? I have been with Cynthia”, Udak was visibly excited. Little need to explain why. “Cynthia, this is Daniela; my other bestie”

I collapsed literarily. Did she just call me ‘other’?

“Hey Dannie”, was Cynthia’s response. She wasn’t looking antagonistic in any way

“Hi”, I heard myself say back even though I hardly looked at her while doing so

“Wait for us at our bed-corner. We will be back”

I didn’t utter another word but just walked away. I was burning with hate. But it was after this point that I got to know that Cynthia was going to spend the rest of her time in our dorm, sleeping right beside Udak who I had always felt I was the only best friend.

Cynthia later returned alone when she did. I was already on my bed on top and was scanning through a book I had recently got from the school library, in a desperate bid to get all that had happened earlier out of my mind. I didn’t even notice her presence at first until I heard the screeching caused by the bucket of water she was pushing into the underside of Udak’s bed. It was one of the places we usually kept fetched water. So, on hearing that, I turned to look down towards her supposed location and caught her crouched, pushing the container with all her might. My eyes were drawn to the depth created by the crack of her big asssss cheeks and for some unexplainable reasons, they remained there. I knew I wasn’t been drawn by any form of attraction or personal desire but I still found myself still starring at the deep hollow that had been formed. I only took my eyes away when she began making it back up, and that was also when I realized that water had spilled all over her white shirt. She was surely going to pull it off and change. Doing this before other girls was the most normal thing on earth within the dormitory but when she began to pull the shirt out of her body, I just couldn’t help but steal quick stares at her obviously beautiful body. We were yet to talk to ourselves but I was sure she had noticed I was up there in my bed. As her shirt came off, I quickly brought my wandering eyes to her two beautiful bo0bbs. They were large and struggled to stay within her cotton pink bra. She slightly turned her body towards me and suddenly began to unzip

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Everyone fit be landlord, base on say am the youngest landlord ever liveth. You have reach to own a yard of your own if your parents will leave the house for you, you better go and build your own house.
As the only heir, my parents died and I inherited a yard filled with drama queens and kings.

Let me just describe the yard how it is, it is built round. Houses surrounded it with a well and tap at the centre. The house is in a square shape, having just three entrance and exit.

At the end is a big kitchen for all, with restrooms passages attached to the kitchen, that is were one entrance with exit is.
One is at my door post, that means I will just step out of my self-contain and ball out. The other one is at the other end.
The explanation have do, lets start the tory jare!

Evening time, I just returned from where I went to buy bread against tomorrow, since I don’t want to be late for shop.

Voice: who is this downloaded prodigious miscreant, with hydrated mentality lampooned with upgraded stupidity, who shit this shit wey strong pass England economy?

Me: this people don start again.

I just entered my room, locked the door. I don tire to settle case for the yard.

Segun: papa Jayjay, we go run for you, na only you go school for this yard, what of me wey get PHD I nodey use am make noise with his thick voice, Segun can smoke for African

Mr. Caleb: make ona no make noise oh, I dey read headlines, if ona wan disturb make ona go outside the yard man wey sabi, em dey always return early for their house girl Nkitae

Cynthia: all these married men acting like children, na em make I nofit marry public yard children yard slay queen, queen of kindness. Her toto sweet pass Amaka own

Papa Jayjay: I surmise with my cognitive faculty, I envisage a laboratory experimented specie of a nuisance like Cynthia to bombard the wc with shit as strong as English wrecking ball.

Cynthia: wetin bring that one, why you call me .. Ehnn.. Ehnn laboratory shit?

Segun: Cynthia, call your soldier boyfriend make em come beat am for you.

Papa Jayjay: take your unchristened hands off my precious collar, before I descend on you.

Cynthia: beat me na, if no be barrack you go appear.

Mr. Caleb: na wa for this yard oh, Cynthia go wear bra na. Your br*asts dey disvirgin us, biko nu.

Others joined and outside became very noisy, I raised my music up and laid on my bed. And slept off, I haven’t even enjoyed the sleep when someone knocked on my door.
I got up and walked to the door opened it, and I saw Smally smiling sheepishly.

She sneaked inside my room, I checked left and right before closing the door.
One small girl like that, that loves d*ck. She always come to my room to watch movie, if I sleep she will ride me.

Smally: uncle, good evening.

Me: evening oh, how you dey?

Smally: I dey, I wan watch film.

Me: oya watch.

I nofit wait again to have her tight kitten on my d*ck oh, I just lie down and started snoring. Next thing I saw this babe svcking my d*ck… haaaa I screamed
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