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THE KILLER … (18+) … Part 1
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Mr. Olundare jacobs felt a pang of guilt as
he stepped out of the blackmaria. As a kid
who was brought up in the barracks, he
used to see many criminals being
transported in that van to the prison and
he would always say “why would
someone waste his life in criminal
activities when he knows fully well that
one day, he would be transported in this
dark, poor ventilated van whose only route
is from court to prison, prison to court?
Surely, i would never step my feet in those
vans”. How would he have known that
25years later, he would be the one inside
the van? Well, as a child he didn’t know
that someday he was going to point a gun
at his wife.
The thought of his wife made tears to
drop from his eyes. Their relationship was
the type only obtainable in movies and
romance stories. He remembered vividly
how she married him despite pressure
from her family to marry the promising
soldier officer Paul Adeyemi. He was just
an odinary civil servant back then in the
lagos state ministry of information and
communication. He had met the beautiful
miss grace briggs when she was posted
to the ministry as a youth corper. He never
used to believe in love at first sight but
grace changed his perception, not only
about love but life in its entirety. Mr. Jacobs
doesn’t even know the part of her body he
loves the most. Was it her radiant hair
which is as black as Taye Taiwo’s face or
her lips which was wonderfully placed on
her face just below her pointed but
beautiful nose. He doesn’t even know If it
was her shiny eyes that could give the
stars a run for their money or her fair skin
which sparkles in sunlight. In jacobs own
words “grace, even monalisa would be
jealous of you”.

Back then, he would always use his
meagre salary to take her out for lunch
until immediately after she completed her
youth service when they decided to tie the
nuptial knots. It only took the effect of the
scorching sun to bring him out from his
journey through the land of emotional el
dorado. He had just stepped out of the
van. He was standing taller and well built
than the two policemen who where
escorting him. He was very dark, infact his
mates in university used to call him blacky
which is one of the reasons he married
someone who would complement him. His
hairs were unkept, what do you expect
from someone who was just coming out
of a police cell?

Even though he has not been proven guilty
of any crime, he has been sleeping in the
police cell for over a month. The law
stipulates that no citizen should spend
more than 24hours in police custody
except sentenced by a law court but it
seems the law and the police force are
enemies. Its ironic since the police are
supposed to protect the law. He looked at
his environment, it was like every other
typical trial court in nigeria. He took a deep
breathe but just as he was about to enter
the court, he sighted paul Adeyemi. He just
shook his head and walked into the court
room
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THE FVCK LORD … (18+) … Part 1
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Who knew just one night at the cemetery would change my life forever…

Am Noel. A fresher from college. I had gone abroad to study and now am back.

I was on scholarship.

My father works at the cemetary. I hated his job but he wasn’t willing to resign anytime soon.

It’s Sunday evening and the normal routine was me making dinner before dad comes home but it seems odd.

Dad’s late today.
He’s not yet back from the cemetery and he doesn’t have any food with him.

I quickly whipped some yummy Chilli and sauce with some plantain.
I had to take it to him.

I put in a clean food warmer and took an umbrella with me before leaving for the cemetery.

I arrived. It’s already getting dark but I wasn’t scared at least.
Rain was drizzling outside. I sensed the rain might be extremely heavy cause of the rough wind.

I opened the gates walking into the quiet place.
I had been here once before but not this late at night.

“Noel?? “I heard dad ask from behind. I turned to see him in a winter coat and winter boots.

“Dad… I had to bring you food since you didn’t take breakfast in the morning. “I said.

Dad came under my umbrella and we he took us to his office.

“Thank you so much my dear. It’s late and something could have happened to you. “He said.

I smiled and dropped the flask on his desk opening it.
I heard the rain outside increase 10 times more.

“I think there’s a storm coming. You can’t return home now, you have to sleep here. “Dad said.

I felt a cramp by my abdomen.
I can’t stay here..
It’s a grave yard for peace sake!

I looked out the window… The wind and everything…

I turned to dad.

“Okay. Do you have any blanket? “I asked dad.

He nodded and stepped out of the office.
Minutes later he returned with blankets. I couldn’t even touch them.

“Dad, I hope this wasn’t used to wrap up a dead body? “I asked.

Dad chuckled.
“Nope. They are still new. “He replied.

I looked for a spot to stay to rest my head.

�Knight’s pov �
My body shook bit by bit as I sensed her presence… A virgin…

A virgin here at the cemetery?

How?

How’s this possible?

She’s Just what I need to retrieve my form and get my revenge on Mavka so my soul can rest.

My spirit made its way out from the dead body. I hovered out of the body and went in search for her.

�Noel’s pov�
I was fast asleep but was awoken when I heard a sound outside. Dad has eaten his food and had gone to another office to sleep. He wasn’t comfortable sleeping here with me.

I felt a presence, I couldn’t tell what it was.
Suddenly I heard a soft moan… I sat up from the stack of clothes I was lying on.

I felt soft fingers tracing on my bare skin. My leg hairs were reacting to the touch. What is this?

Fear engripped me and goosebumps popped out of my skin.

My legs suddenly pulled apart. What’s happening?

I shrieked as hot sweats came up on my face.

All I thought of was running out and calling on dad but moving seemed to be the problem. I was stiff. Paralyzed completely…

With my very eyes, I saw my panties tear into shreds. I was shivering inwardly.

What’s going on?
Was I dreaming?

I felt something strong coming bit by bit into my v*gina.

Oh,.. Please no!

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MY MIDNIGHT ADVENTURES … (18+) … Part 1
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I woke up in the middle of the night and
let my thoughts drift down memory lane,
I imagined how my life would have
been
if I have not met Sandra and Anita.
If
I had foreseen the doom they brought
on me, I would have ran as fast as my
little legs could have carry me away from them.

I became a di*ck hunter ’cause of my
friends influence on me, I want to share
my life story with you. My name is Jessica,
my friends calls me Jessy, sometimes Jessy
su-cker, because I was obsess with su-cking
of di-ck. It all started in my first year in
the university, I just turned 17years
but I had
the body of an adult, am quite busty
with
wide waist and rounded moderate soft
butto-cks that can set fire on your g—n.
with two pair of sweet melons on my chest,
my ni-pples was the ’cause that Alhaji
chased away his beloved wife and children.

Fair in complexion and chubby, I love
dancing especially twerking, my family
was an average Nigerian family.
I had
my first sex due to pressure from my friends
and the need to belong. Most freshers
could relate to these feelings to roll with
the big girls on campus. I never dreamt
of losing my virginity the way I lost it.

I had two room mates; Sandra and Anita
I always thought they were from Rich
homes because they wore expensive
clothes and used the latest phones, I
never
they are both se-x workers, runs girl
as
they called it. . They were way older than me
but you wouldn’t know that at first glance.
Anita was an ebony with slender body,
her brea-sts and a-ss are so obvious compared
to her smallish stature, with full lips and
h-orny eyes, than can make a man blow
his seeds while staring at them, Sandra
was fair with big a-ss but moderate bre-asts,
we usually hailed her Sandy wire wire,
she has se-x often, Sandra was in a relationship
with Michael, a leader of the toughest
cult on campus, one day I was returning
from lecture, it was hectic day. because
I knew few places on campus, I was
desperately
in need of were to stay, Sandra and Anita
offered me shelter with some money I
paid to them, after returning from the
faculty for clearance, I was hugging my
files and beads of sweats forming on my
forehead, I went to the school park and
took a shuttle down to the park at the end
of the campus, I came down from the shuttle
and paid fifty naira, since it was free lecture
day for me, I decided to spend the day at
home. I got close to the lodge and I started
hearing funny sounds coming from the apartment
I shared with Anita and Sandra, I was
a neophyte then, I have never seen a po-rn
video, neither do I have knowledge of
se-xual sounds, I opened the gate and
entered inside the room, I was startled
with what my eyes behold, Sandra was
on top of a naked guy, and she was naked
on top of him. she was riding his di-ck.
“Aahhh” Sandra was moa-ning loudly,
and enjoying every bit of it. My files
dropped
off from my hands and I screamed “Jesus”
both of them turned to me sweating profusely.
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