DIFFERENT FOLKS, DIFFERENT STROKES.

FOR A LONG TIME TO COME, AFGHANISTAN WILL REMAIN A THEATRE OF WAR AND VIOLENCE.

HMM... WIFE SNATCHING IS A SERIOUS ISSUE. BEING NAUGHTY CAN BE VERY COSTLY.

ONE DAY, ONE TROUBLE.

Really?

An Ife Magistrates’ Court in Osun State has ordered that a woman, Nifemi Ajayi, who allegedly bit her neighbour on the scrotum, be remanded.

The police had charged Ajayi with assault, NAN reports.


The prosecution counsel, Sunday Osanyintuyi, told the court that the defendant committed the offence on August 24, around 8:00 p.m. at No 21, Oke-Soda, Ile-Ife.

According to him, the defendant bit the victim, Olayera Boluwaji on his scrotum and his stomach.

He added that the offence contravened the provisions of Section 355 of the Criminal Code, Laws of Osun, 2002.

The defendant, however, pleaded not guilty.

The defence counsel, Philip Fasanmoye, made an oral bail application. He prayed the court to admit his client in the most liberal terms.

Magistrate Olusola Aluko ordered the defence counsel to file a written application for bail while ordering that Ajayi be remanded in Ilesa correctional centre.

The magistrate adjourned the matter until November 15, for bail consideration




http://saharareporters.com/2021/08/30/court-remands-woman-prison-biting-neighbour’s-scrotum-osun

Powerful words from the Bishop

Good day, friends, here we go again.

Appreciation to you all.





Naughty by Choice


Seyi Dominion


This story is all fiction. Characters, places and events do not represent any real person, dead or alive.

(C) 2021

Cover picture is courtesy of Pexels.


Right from childhood, Robert Alashe chooses to be naughty. Despite the fact that it has landed him in trouble, he continues with his naughtiness. The proposition from the beautiful Princess, wife of holier-than-thou Bayo Johnson, is one naughty venture Bobby gladly agrees to do.

WARNING: This story contains some adult contents.







Chapter One

Just as he was about to clock eighteen, Robert Tayo Alashe was taken to Dovey College, Ikeja, to prepare for his university matriculation examination. He was popularly called Bobby, a name he so much liked.

He had done his WASSCE O Leave the previous year and had come out in flying colors. He could have done the UTME that same year but his father wanted 'no rush.' Actually, there was a conflict over where to do degree program.

Bobby wanted a prestigious ivory tower in the U.S.A, but his father insisted that his first degree must be in a Nigerian university. In his words, he wanted his son to be 'fully mature' before venturing to any foreign university.

At Dovey College, Bobby soon mixed with peers who had come for similar external examinations such as SAT, TOEFFL and IETS. Right from his secondary school date at Kings College, Bobby was always getting into trouble or pulling a prank of some kind. To some people, he was a 'spoilt son' who had been over pampered. To some others, he was simply a sassy fellow that was fun to be with.
Dovey College was not all about academics. They had extracurricular activities that someone like Bobby looked forward to.

During one the games of basketball, Bobby sneaked to the administrativeistrative wing of the highbrow college. Earlier, in the morning, he had succeeded in picking the spare key to the Principal’s office. Now, he felt he had a mission to go in there and accomplish his task.

Once inside he closed the door and locked it again before he began to look around. He was looking for something not to steal but to fantasize over. Without doubt, it had to be something fascinating. His eyes lit on an 6x8 video that was put on the corner of the desk. It was a picture of Mr. Bayo Johnson’ smiling, hot wife.

Mr. Bayo Johnson's wife was a stunning beautiful lady everyone called Princess. It baffled the mind that a man as 'ugly' and mean as Mr. Johnson who was probably in his late forties, would marry a lady as young and as beautiful as Princess.

She should be in her mid-twenties, at most late twenties. In Bobby's mind Princess was the kind of lady he would later settle for. Many times, he had fantasies about caressing those attractive boobs of hers, or doing something very lustful with her booty.

Now, he had a mission to accomplish..

Bobby slid his trousers and boxers down to his ankles, grabbed the photo, and began stroking his cock. Within seconds of staring at her picture he was hard as a rock. He kept jerking away at his cock and in record time he was cumming all over the glass that covered her photo. His thick spurts of cum were splattered up and down the picture.

He could barely muffle the grunts of pleasure that came from him. He replaced the photoframe on the desk, but carefully removed Princess' picture. This, he folded and put it in his pocket. He then quickly pulled his trousers back up and got out of the place.


Naughty by Choice: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/naughty-by-choice/44222

UltimateSpice:



Nice

Thanks

Good development.

Skills acquisition such as this will go a long way in reducing idleness and social vices.

End of the road for them.


Crime does not pay

What a shame.


Ladies are not supposed to behave so unladylike.

PDP is trying to play safe. Everything is about interest and politics.

We are watching.

On the seventh day, he decided to go to Ikeja. The joint was close to Isheri. Far from where he lived. As usual, he ordered for malt drinks while he observed the activities going on in the bar. The music of Fela Anikulapo titled ‘Lady’ was playing loudly. He swayed his body gently to the music. A middle-aged man with a grin approached.

‘Welcome, oga,’ the man greeted.

Tope nodded at him.

The man pulled a chair and sat close to him. ‘In case you need a lady, let me know. I can get you any category you want.’

Tope instantly became interested. ‘Such as?’

‘We have sweet sixteen, young ladies, matured ladies and sex mamas.’

Tope grinned. He had virtually had all the categories except sweet sixteen. He hoped she would not be under-aged. ‘Alright, get me sweet
sixteen,’ he said.

The man smiled and went off. A minute later, a girl came to him. She was dark, and – like many other ladies there – wore skimpy clothes.
She could be between seventeen and twenty. Tope nodded.

‘Good evening,’ the girl greeted. ‘Mind if I sit?’

He smiled at her. ‘Please, have your seat,’ he told her.

She sat by his side.

‘What’s your name?’ he asked. He had not been asking others that but he felt like asking this one.

‘Rita,’ she said.

Another Rita, his mind said. She was probably not giving him her real name. He shrugged.

‘Do you want some drinks?’ he asked.

She shook her head. ‘Business first.’

He smiled at her. He liked that business-mindedness.

‘How much d’you charge?’

She gave him different packages and options.

He nodded. So, if I want to take you overnight, how much?’

She told him. He nodded. He might as well take her home.

‘I’ll take you overnight. What drinks d’you want?’

‘Small stout,’ she said.

He grinned and ordered for the drinks.

‘How old are you?’ he asked.

She shook her head. ‘I’m not supposed to get personal with you,’ she answered.

‘I like your English,’ he commented.

‘Thanks.’ She looked at him seriously. ‘Before I follow you, you will have to pay me half of the money.’

He grinned. ‘That will be no problem.’ He brought out the money and handed it to her.

As if by magic, the man that had first approached him came to meet the lady. She smiled and counted off some money to him. He
disappeared again.

Some minutes later, he stood up and she followed him. His car was an old model Honda Accord. They entered the car and he drove off.
Fifteen minutes later, they were at his mini flat at Ogba.

‘Welcome to my humble place,’ he said.

‘It’s a nice little place,’ she replied.

They might as well take their time, he reasoned. He switched on the television and played a DVD movie. ‘Do you want anything?’ he asked.

She shook her head.

‘Come and sit by my side,’ he asked her.

She did as she was told.

‘Am I allowed to be romantic with you?’ he asked.

‘Romantic in what way?’

‘Romantic such as kissing you.’

She smiled and shrugged. ‘You’re free.’


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Interesting

HMM...

NICE ONE

Another sad news. Lord have mercy.

Wickedness.


But, the woman should not have grabbed his private part, if true.

All the same, no to domestic violence. I stand for enduring love

Hmn...

Words of wisdom: A child's future that we refuse to build, will be the one that sells the house that we laboured to build.

He could barely muffle the grunts of pleasure that came from him. He replaced the photoframe on the desk, but carefully removed Princess' picture. This, he folded and put it in his pocket. He then quickly pulled his trousers back up and got out of the place.

The next morning at school, Bobby saw Mr. Johnson walking down the hallway. He obviously looked pissed off. Who could have entered his office and yanked off the picture of his wife from the photo frame? That person must be up to terrible mischief.

As they passed each other the Principal gave Bobby a glaring look but didn’t say a word. There was no way he could be sure who did the 'terrible', but Bobby was one of his prime suspects. Within Bobby's short stay, even the Principal had known how cheeky the lad could be.

Later that day, Bobby was heading to the cafeteria for lunch and he had to pass by the principal’s office. As he passed by the door he glanced into the office through the small window in his door and saw Princess sitting in a chair, legs crossed, while she was talking to her husband.

The young guy got a slight excitement thinking about her. He wished he could really practicalise his thoughts of her. But it was not only Princess that Bobby fantasised about. Mr Johnson's daughter, Helen, was also a dream girl. Helen was about his age and was also his classmate in the UTME class. He understood Helen was the daughter of Mr Johnson's first wife. Bobby had made overtures to her, but she had neither said yes or no.

"I will send you a surprise this evening," he told Helen.

"What surprise?"

He grinned at her. "Wait for it. That is part of the surprise."

In the evening, he locked himself in the privacy of his room as he got ready to prepare the surprise he had for Helen. He locked his door firmly and brought out the Sony video recorder he kept. It was one of the gifts his father gave him from his last trip to Europe.

Bobby put the recorder on and placed it on a stool in the room. He then took a vantage position in front of the camera.

"Hello, Helen. Here's the surprise I have for you," he started. His hands went to the buckle of belt. It was loosened and the trousers went down.

"Just keep watching, baby," he said. Next he pulled down his trousers and stepped out of it. His naked penis and stood right there before the camera.

"This thing always looks small when it is not excited." He held his penis. "But just watch and see."

Gently, his right hand started stroking the organ. Within seconds, the organ became fully erect.

"Here we are, Helen darling. This is my package for you. This is the surprise. This is what you will have all to yourself as my babe."
He still hovered in front of the camera for some moments making different postures of his Tonia before ending the show. He wore his boxer and trousers back and picked the camera to play back what he had recorded.

He was impressed with the recording. He inserted the USB cord of the camera to download the video to his laptop. He then connected to his phone and copied it. Good, now he would send the video to Helen through WhatsApp.





Naughty by Choice: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/naughty-by-choice/44222

Lord have mercy

How ironic!

LORD HAVE MERCY!

GOOD DEVELOPMENT THAT THE STATE GOVERNMENT IS URGING PEOPLE, NOT 'ORDERING' THEM.

THE HANDWRITING IS VERY VISIBLE ON THE WALL. IF I WERE SECONDUS, I WILL RESIGN HONOURABLY.