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I'd only jumped two paces when the commandant opened fire.

MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

THE FINALE
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I kept my eyes tightly shut and began to mutter words again underneath my breath.
Or so I remembered. Everything happened so fast.

I blacked out.
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I woke up days later to the sight of my mother sleeping on a chair beside me. Her eyes were swollen from having been exhausted from crying. I stretched out my hand towards her. I wanted to hold her hand in mine. I wanted to look into her eyes and beg her to forgive me. I planned to ask her afterwards why she didn't go with me “that day”.

Even though I knew and understood very well that my mother had no choice but to have left without me that day, especially since my father literally fought her; pried me off her hands that faithful morning, I still needed to hear her say it.

I wanted to ask my mother why she didn't fight to get back to me, instead of leaving me in the hands of my stepmother (a woman she was chased out of the house because of) to raise me and eventually open the door to the part that'd led me here.
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I'd just barely touched my mother when she woke up. She sprung out of the room that instant, in realizing that I was conscious, to get a doctor.
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I tried to call my mother back. I tried to tell her that at this juncture, there was nothing the doctors could do for me, but I couldn't form the words to.
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At this point, I could only think about it. Muttering the words had now become harder than riding a bike.
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By the time my mother and the doctor ran back into the room, I was so weak, I barely had the energy to turn over in my bed. My breathing started to slow and the gaps between each breath were getting longer and longer.

All of a sudden, I sat up, threw the bedcovers off and insisted that I had to get out of there.

I suddenly had the strength of ten men, and it took a few of the doctors and nurses to have stopped me from getting out of bed.
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My mother tried to calm me down by talking quietly to me (with tears now streaming down her beautiful cheeks). She held me to her chest and began to stroke my face, begging me not to stop fighting for her.

"Please baby, fight to stay alive for me. I don't want to lose you. Please don't do this to me, Paul. Don't do this to your father." My mother said, as tears continued to flood down her face.
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It was at that moment that I developed a rattled breathing. It seemed as though I was drowning. My breathing became very shallow and there were long periods where I'd stopped breathing and then started again. Nobody needed to interpret this to anyone in the room. They all knew what time it was.
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My mother clenched tightly onto me, begging me not to do this to her. She went on and on telling me how sorry she was that I got caught up in the mess that her inability to stay with my father caused (as though she knew something I didn’t).
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It was at this moment, I began to go down memory lane. The feeling of regret that I'd brought this upon myself soon took over.
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If only I could get a second chance. If only I could turn back the hands of time.
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As my body realized that it was dying, it pulled the blood away from my extremities to “the core". This caused my toes, fingers, knees and elbows to become cold and had a purple lacy look, called “mottling".

There was a blackout afterwards.

Then it wasn't.
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I woke up to bright lights. I looked around and certainly recognized where I was.

I was still in my room; in the hospital.

I had no idea what had happened. I just stood there like a buffoon, sensing something had happened and unsure of myself but certain something had suddenly changed.

I was correct, and no small thing, rather it was weighty.
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That flesh, blood and water which I called ‘ME’ had dropped off and crumpled onto the ground like an old rag, soundlessly, and I suddenly felt really good, although I wasn’t sure why until I looked around, and then down.
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On the bed laid this horrible corpse, and then I was swept with horror, realizing that that thing was me.

The commandant’s bullets really did numbers on me.
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My body was empty and uninhabited.
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What dwelled inside that cadaver was standing there, feeling quite fresh and that, to my delight and horror, was "ME", the real "ME". The "ME" in the spirit.

What is left of me anyways.

THE END.

Moshood Avidiime The Writer

MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 36

"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I no suppose fear any evil, baba God, because I know say you gallant; you dey with me. You see that your rod and staff ehn? Baba, I need am right now, more than ever, to be that comfort wey you don promise me..."

(Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.)
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The commandant's cell phone began to ring again, just before I finished muttering those prayers. As though contemplating whether to “finish me off” first before he picked up his call or not, it took him a while before I felt the pressure of the metal to the back of my head lessen.
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"Hello Sir." The commandant called out. "Yes, we are here Sir...No; Not yet, Sir...We just got here. I was just about to finish him off when your call came in...Yes Sir...I'm sure he'd had more than enough time to pray to God in repentance Sir...Yes Sir...Especially since he'll be meeting Him soon..."

"Hey Gawd�!"

"...He just has to learn, Sir. In his next life, he'll know to understand that because it is a hole that fits a body part perfectly does not automatically mean to go testing these holes; to see how much it fits...".
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I am not ashamed to admit that at the sound of that last phrase, I died and woke up twice.

I am not ashamed to admit that it was after I'd woken up the second time that I discovered that I'd “shit my pants”. An act that earned me a resounding slap from one of the soldiers.
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The commandant walked a couple of steps away from where I was left kneeling; away from these other soldiers, to continue his conversation with the General.

Whatever it was the commandant was discussing with the General, he sure didn't want me, nor his boys, to listen.
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From what I could make out of the commandant’s body language from this distance, I believe the General was dishing out instructions. Instructions that the commandant seemed to be trying as best as possible to advise him against.
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I knelt there, muttering words of prayers underneath my breath, with my heart pounding, the hardest it'd ever have .

The anticipation was demoralizing. The fear and anxiety of what was to come was more than enough torture for "any crime".
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In the midst of this uncertainty, I began to speak in tongues. In my mother's tongues.

It was as though the English I'd been speaking in prayers all along had not been getting the job done. So I had to switch.
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I reminded God that he was just a safe away from winning "THIS" soul. I reminded him about the prodigal son in the bible. I reminded him about how he'd come back home, after having transgressed for so long and yet, got forgiven.

“The prodigal son’s father is not the most forgiving. You are, Lord.”
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I confessed my sins and gave my life again to Christ, accepting him as my personal lord and savior for the eighteenth time that year.

I promised God that this time around would be my last.
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While we awaited the commandant to get back, the other soldiers thought I was being useless by just kneeling down there, doing nothing. That was how my frog jump started, even with both my hands and legs bonded.

As difficult as it is to imagine me doing a frog jump in that condition, I awkwardly looked forward to finding out how possible it was for myself.

I'd only jumped two paces when the commandment opened fire.

To be continued...


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MY SPIRITUAL WIFE
EPISODE 35
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The commandant finally dropped his call moments later. He looked at me with a face devoid of "joy".

My heart skipped ten bits.
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"TOSS HIM IN," the commandant thundered, before he went inside his office, probably in search of something I seriously hoped was not a gun.
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I assumed that “at all at all”, I'll get to enjoy a nice ride, even though the uncertainty of our destination might not have made it entirely comfortable for me, but little did I know that they had other plans.

I was bonded on both hands and feet, then dumped like a sack of "garri" onto the trunk of the car.

I was gagged too.
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If I wasn’t sure that I was in trouble before now, being tied up like cattle on its way to the slaughter ground inside the trunk of this car gave me a great prospect.
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Bundled; blinded by the thick darkness; being whisked away in the trunk of that car, I couldn't help but remember Jonah in the belly of the fish. At this point, I felt a connection; “THE” connection.

That great man must have been my forefather, after all.
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I instantly reached to tap into Jonah’s (my forefather's) anointing. If God could hear his voice; his cry for help in that helpless state, he should also be able to hear mine in this dire need.

"Baba God! You no be man, na em make no matter how much we cast, we no suppose shame to come back in search of your mercy. Nobody fit dispute the fact say, you na the All-Forgiving; most forgiving; most merciful supreme being. I know say I don cast, Baba. Forgive my earlier talk, the one wey I been say me and you know say I no be the castest. Baba, i swear, na slip of tongue. Save your boy from the belly of this beast. I dey clear you say if you save me from this one, I don born again like this."

(Father Lord! No matter how much we’ve erred, we are never ashamed to come falling to your feet in search of your mercy because you are no ordinary man. No one can dispute the fact that you are the all forgiving; most forgiving; most merciful supreme being. I know I have erred, Father. Forgive my previous proclamation; the part I’d said, you and I know that I am not the worse of the worse. That was a slip of tongue, Lord. Save me from the belle of this beast. I promise to change my ways; I’ll be born again.)
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From the trunk of this car, I could hear chatters coming from the soldiers inside the car. It was not clear enough, though, to know what exactly they were discussing or enough to have given me a clue as to where they were taking me.

These soldiers would talk and then, at intervals, let out a loud, hard laugh.
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The car drove for a very long time. So long a time that at one point, out of fear; exhaustion and probably, haven left everything in the hands of God because I know; I believe that he is the best disposer of affairs. I dozed off.
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The screeching sound of tires woke me up to the awareness that we'd probably arrived at our destination.
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All through the long drive, I had time to think.

I remembered a “Hollywood movie” I'd watched not so long ago. In this movie, the actor was bundled into the trunk of a car, just like I was. He was able to devise a means to cut himself loose and went ahead to set a trap for his captors, for when they came back to open the trunk of the car; to get him.
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Wait! I hope you are not already nursing the idea that I might have applied the same tactics�?

Is like you dinnor know that film is different from real life, abi�?
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I heard the door of the car throw open and then shut. Then I heard footsteps approaching.

I shut my eyes very tightly in anticipation of their arrival. Not sure what to expect or what my reaction should be; would be when they eventually opened the trunk of this car. I began to mutter words of prayers again, underneath my breath.
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They'd barely opened the trunk of this car when resounding slaps began raining down on me again.
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I was bundled out of the trunk and flung onto the ground.

I was flung so high up in the sky that for a second, it felt as though I'd developed wings. But I landed with a thud.
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These soldiers stumped me; matched me as though I were palm fruits that its oil urgently needed to be extracted because a deadline was running thin.
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They didn't utter a single word. Not to me nor to themselves. They just went ahead with their business. It was as though they already had their orders. All they were doing at the time was carrying it out.

If I didn't already know, at this point, I already knew exactly what the magnitude of my offence was.
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These soldiers went on beating the hell out of me for what seemed like "a lifetime" before the commandant finally ordered them to stop.
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I was now drenched in the pool of my own blood. My face has now seemed "alien" to my body. No matter how hard I tried to open my eyes, I just couldn’t. My vision was now almost impaired. The opening; what I could afford to, was too tiny to see as clearly as I normally would; as I ought to.

I was numb all over and in severe pain (all at the same time).
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My life began to flash before my eyes at that very moment.

I remembered my father, my beloved father. I remembered how I hadn't heard from him in a while. Then I wondered where my mother would be at that exact moment. I wondered if premonitions were real. I wondered if my mother would have any about me, when I eventually die tonight.
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I thought of Uyai. I wondered where she was and what her own fate was.

Yeah! It was a great "knack", but the answer to "WAS IT WORTH IT" is a resounding "NO".
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I felt the kiss of a cold steel to the back of my head.

At this point, I didn't need any verification to know what was to come. I knew exactly what time it was.

To be continued...

MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 34
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The commandant finally dropped his call moments later. He looked at me with a face devoid of "joy".

My heart skipped ten bits.
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"TOSS HIM IN," the commandant thundered, before he went inside his office, probably in search of something I seriously hoped was not a gun.
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I assumed that “at all at all”, I'll get to enjoy a nice ride, even though the uncertainty of our destination might not have made it entirely comfortable for me, but little did I know that they had other plans.

I was bonded on both hands and feet, then dumped like a sack of "garri" onto the trunk of the car.

I was gagged too.
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If I wasn’t sure that I was in trouble before now, being tied up like cattle on its way to the slaughter ground inside the trunk of this car gave me a great prospect.
.
Bundled; blinded by the thick darkness; being whisked away in the trunk of that car, I couldn't help but remember Jonah in the belly of the fish. At this point, I felt a connection; “THE” connection.

That great man must have been my forefather, after all.
.
I instantly reached to tap into Jonah’s (my forefather's) anointing. If God could hear his voice; his cry for help in that helpless state, he should also be able to hear mine in this dire need.

"Baba God! You no be man, na em make no matter how much we cast, we no suppose shame to come back in search of your mercy. Nobody fit dispute the fact say, you na the All-Forgiving; most forgiving; most merciful supreme being. I know say I don cast, Baba. Forgive my earlier talk, the one wey I been say me and you know say I no be the castest. Baba, i swear, na slip of tongue. Save your boy from the belly of this beast. I dey clear you say if you save me from this one, I don born again like this."

(Father Lord! No matter how much we’ve erred, we are never ashamed to come falling to your feet in search of your mercy because you are no ordinary man. No one can dispute the fact that you are the all forgiving; most forgiving; most merciful supreme being. I know I have erred, Father. Forgive my previous proclamation; the part I’d said, you and I know that I am not the worse of the worse. That was a slip of tongue, Lord. Save me from the belle of this beast. I promise to change my ways; I’ll be born again.)
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From the trunk of this car, I could hear chatters coming from the soldiers inside the car. It was not clear enough, though, to know what exactly they were discussing or enough to have given me a clue as to where they were taking me.

These soldiers would talk and then, at intervals, let out a loud, hard laugh.
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The car drove for a very long time. So long a time that at one point, out of fear; exhaustion and probably, haven left everything in the hands of God because I know; I believe that he is the best disposer of affairs. I dozed off.
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The screeching sound of tires woke me up to the awareness that we'd probably arrived at our destination.
.
All through the long drive, I had time to think.

I remembered a “Hollywood movie” I'd watched not so long ago. In this movie, the actor was bundled into the trunk of a car, just like I was. He was able to devise a means to cut himself loose and went ahead to set a trap for his captors, for when they came back to open the trunk of the car; to get him.
.
Wait! I hope you are not already nursing the idea that I might have applied the same tactics�?

Is like you dinnor know that film is different from real life, abi�?
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I heard the door of the car throw open and then shut. Then I heard footsteps approaching.

I shut my eyes very tightly in anticipation of their arrival. Not sure what to expect or what my reaction should be; would be when they eventually opened the trunk of this car. I began to mutter words of prayers again, underneath my breath.
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They'd barely opened the trunk of this car when resounding slaps began raining down on me again.
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I was bundled out of the trunk and flung onto the ground.

I was flung so high up in the sky that for a second, it felt as though I'd developed wings. But I landed with a thud.
.
These soldiers stumped me; matched me as though I were palm fruits that its oil urgently needed to be extracted because a deadline was running thin.
.
They didn't utter a single word. Not to me nor to themselves. They just went ahead with their business. It was as though they already had their orders. All they were doing at the time was carrying it out.

If I didn't already know, at this point, I already knew exactly what the magnitude of my offence was.
.
These soldiers went on beating the hell out of me for what seemed like "a lifetime" before the commandant finally ordered them to stop.
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I was now drenched in the pool of my own blood. My face has now seemed "alien" to my body. No matter how hard I tried to open my eyes, I just couldn’t. My vision was now almost impaired. The opening; what I could afford to, was too tiny to see as clearly as I normally would; as I ought to.

I was numb all over and in severe pain (all at the same time).
.
My life began to flash before my eyes at that very moment.

I remembered my father, my beloved father. I remembered how I hadn't heard from him in a while. Then I wondered where my mother would be at that exact moment. I wondered if premonitions were real. I wondered if my mother would have any about me, when I eventually die tonight.
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I thought of Uyai. I wondered where she was and what her own fate was.

Yeah! It was a great "knack", but the answer to "WAS IT WORTH IT" is a resounding "NO".
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I felt the kiss of a cold steel to the back of my head.

At this point, I didn't need any verification to know what was to come. I knew exactly what time it was.

To be continued...

MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 33
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For the next thirty minutes, all I heard from my camp commandant on the phone was "Yes Sir...Yes Sir...You have absolutely nothing to worry about Sir...Yes Sir...Trust my boys and I Sir, we'll handle it. Alright Sir...Yes Sir..."
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I felt “chills” run over my entire body when the camp commandant turned towards me, scanned me from head to toe and continued "...Yes Sir, he can definitely take all of it, and even if he can't Sir, it'll be a lesson learned by him".

“Ha! Lesson learnt ke? All the ones I’ve learnt in school are not enough?”
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The commandant went ahead to say something that had "John 19:30" ministering strongly; directly to my soul.

I'd never felt more connected to a scripture my entire life than I felt in that instant; At that moment.

It was confirmed because of its evidence. I now knew for a fact that "Jesus" was certainly referring to me when he said, "IT IS FINISHED".

The more I thought about “John 11:35”, the more I was more than certain that my end was literally near.
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(Still on the phone, the commandant said) "...tonight is that night we discussed Sir...Yes sir. Every other corp member is presently inside the auditorium having a nice time with our guest artists. It's a full blast in there Sir...Yes Sir. He is just one stupid kid. No one will notice that he is missing, Sir."

"Ha! Missing?"
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At this point, I began to mutter words. I’d never been this terrified of the “unknown”, in my entire life. My sweat had now transcended into something drenching. You could take off my white polo, squeeze it and easily get two buckets of natural body water.
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I began to mutter heartfelt words of prayer underneath my breath.

"Baba God wey dey for heaven, I be your pikin. I hear say after we beat pikin wey cast with left hand, we supposed to use the right hand bring am in, with love. Baba! These soldiers don already mend me brutally this night. Na the time for another hand to bring me in with love be this. No other hand fit bring me in with the kain love wey I need right now pass your own, Baba God. Forgive me my trespasses, as I don dey forgive people wey don trespass against me tey tey. I know say I cast but me and you know say no be me be the castest. If you deliver me from this situation Baba God, I dey clear you my church mind say I don born again be that".

(Father Lord in heaven, it is I, your son. I’ve heard that an elder should always bring a child in with love; with the left hand after beating; correcting with the rod; with his right. God, these soldiers have beaten me enough. It is now time to bring me in with love. And no other hand can bring me in at the moment, as much as yours can. Forgive me my trespasses, as I’ve always forgiven those who trespass against me. I know I’ve gone astray, but thank YOU; thank goodness you of all people know that I am not the worse of the worse. If you deliver me from this situation, Lord, I promise to be born again in truth.)
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I looked over at Uyai. Her eyes were now (blood) red, filled to the brim with tears. The sadness written all over her countenance was also contagious; it was more than I'd thought she should.

Every indication now pointed towards one fact. Uyai knew something I didn't.

Uyai seemed to know something about what was to come; about what was in stock for me; for my immediate future and the fact that her face was in that manner frightened me even more.
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I didn’t know what to think. I couldn’t bring myself to believe that my presumptions were true. So I chose to wonder if the (Uyai’s) sad face was all for me (out of sympathy), or for her own part in what was to come.

One thing was for sure, though. I was in a lot of trouble. I didn’t know the magnitude, but Uyai seemed to know; she seemed to know exactly "how much".
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The commandant had, in between this phone conversation with the General, signaled one of his boys, motioning towards me. He signaled something I had no idea what it meant. This soon got the soldier sprinting out, only to reemerge at the tail end of the commandant’s phone conversation with a bunch of rope.

He'd parked a car just in front of the building, too.
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The moment the commandant saw the soldier reemerge, he told the General "...We are all set to head out right now, Sir. I'll certainly keep you posted after we dispose of him."

"Ehn? Dispose ke? Abi the meaning of dispose has changed and I dinnor know?"

To be continued...

Mother nature called last night..... That's why I didn't post.... I'm sorry babies and gees


… Our bliss was soon interrupted by a hoarse voice.

"Copper Wee!"

MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 32
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I instantly forgot what the response to "Copper Wee" was.
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Uyai and I scrambled to get dressed.
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I was already halfway sprinting, my heels touching the back of my head as I ran to my hostel when I was sent flying very high up in the sky by a soldier's "rooting".

I probably swung as high as “two-story buildings” because I landed with a thud.

I heard something snap. It was probably my bones; a joint, but I was too high on adrenaline at this point to feel any pain.
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This soldier didn't even allow me to settle down; to put myself together before he charged at me.
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If you know or played "Mortal Kombat" from way back, you'll understand what i mean when I say that it was "BRUTALITY" from thereon.
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He (the soldier) was asking me to “IDENTIFY” myself in two seconds yet, he didn't give me the opportunity; a millisecond to.

Every time I tried to open my mouth to say something, a resounding slap; a punch; a kick always shut me up.
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This soldier dragged me back to the scene I'd just ran away from.
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Apparently, my "village people" had sent our camp commandant and his boys on a stroll and, of all places to take this stroll, it was exactly the spot Uyai and I were, that they came by.
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For crying out loud, who goes on a stroll when you have the likes of "'banj and 2baba" (two icons) performing a duet on stage? Ehn? Who?
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The moment I got dragged back to “the scene”, the other soldiers on sight joined in on the party. Deafening slaps from all angles soon began raining on me in rapid successions. This was minus the plenty drilling that came immediately after o.
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Even though I didn't know how "legal" this cruel act of there's was, I dared not even dream to stand by a "right" I knew nothing about, at that moment.
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At this point, I had no idea where Uyai was. I had no idea if she'd been caught or whether she was able to find an escape.

(You know, after i ran, leaving her to her fate)
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It was hours later, where I'd been arraigned in front of a setup that looked as though “a panel”, waiting to announce my fate, that I saw Uyai sitting in a corner with her head buried to the ground.
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Apparently, Uyai was caught too. From what I gathered, unlike me that couldn’t wait to “disappear”, Uyai didn’t even attempt to run.
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I wonder how long these soldiers had been around. I wonder if they heard or saw everything that'd went down between Uyai and me.
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From where I was sitting down, in my quest not to appear as though a total "deadbeat", I attempted to ask Uyai if she was fine but for some reason, she was giving me an "attitude".

When Uyai finally spoke, she said that, if she wasn't certain that she was with me; if she wasn’t sure that she hadn't given herself the mind blowing orgasm she’d had, just moments before, she could have sworn that I was never there to begin with, with the way I'd disappeared with the speed of light.
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That girl had the guts to have said that I ran like a scared little girl.
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There I sat, feeling terrible. Not terrible because I'd ran, leaving Uyai by herself, but terrible because I ran and wasn't fast enough; enough not to have been caught.
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It was from where I was made to sit down, thinking about my life; wondering what this action held in stock for my future, that a bombshell about Uyai got dropped on me.
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On a call, just across from where we were sitting down, was the camp commandant. And on the other side of his call was someone that seemed to mean "a lot” to Uyai.
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It appeared, so I assumed that this call had been placed to inform our respective guardians of our misconduct and probably about a certain medium already put in place as punishment, but I was never more wrong.
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"Good morning Sir. I am sorry for calling you at this ungodly hour. You said I should call you as soon as any emergency broke and I don't think there could be any more pressing, such as the one my boys and I are currently treating as we speak, sir."

(The man at the other end of the commandant’s call had probably asked him to go on, because the commandant continued immediately after...)

"...It's about your wife, General..."

Ehn Wife ke? General
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I couldn't believe my ears.

I somehow instantly knew what this meant for me; for my future.

I died a thousand times over in that instant, without even verifying whether I’d heard everything I thought I’d heard correctly.
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I began to sweat profusely.

My eyes were becoming blurry with each passing second.

I began to feel light headed.

I think I am in for another deliverance session.

To be continued...

I'm sorry fanmily.... Sigh. I'm just been there literally doing a lot that I can't even explain.

I'm sorry guys .. I'll drop three updates today, forgive me people!


MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 31
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Uyai's mouth made way for words, but nothing was uttered. Adding to the lust in her eyes, I leaned in and kissed her. I used my tongue to part her lips. Our tongues danced inside each other’s mouths. The urgency of the kiss increased as my hands slid down her waist and then underneath.
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The loud music from the party that the other coppers were being treated to, enhanced the intensity of our kiss.

I needed no further invitation.

I placed my hands on Uyai’s amble behind and turned her over, so she rested well on a beautifully arranged table. I kissed her body down and lifted her “behind” with my hands to have a feeling of what I can never get enough of. I moved my head down to her completely bald slit and began to explore her with my tongue.

Uyai lifted herself up in pleasure as my tongue entered her, then moved up to her clit. Her slender legs were draped over my shoulders and would press in on me as she moaned and writhed in ecstasy.
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After some time, Uyai pulled me up and kissed me, getting a taste of her own juices. As we kissed, she reached down and pulled my joystick from my briefs. She stroked me hard. "Stand up, so I can return the favor," she purred.
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I thought I'd gotten more than enough of her mouth and needed another opening to penetrate, but the sexiness in this command was too good to turn down.

I stood up at the edge of the table and watched as Uyai took position.

Grabbing the base, Uyai licked the shaft and circled her tongue around my tip. The feeling of her mouth was indescribable, and I wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of her mouth envelop me.
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Granting my unspoken wish, Uyai took me in and, to my surprise, immediately took my entire length.

"HHHoly f*ck," I groaned as Uyai deep throated my “member”. It was no effort at all for her, and she smiled each time she lifted off. She then began to suck me off while making eye contact. She smiled with my stick in her mouth and got a mischievous look in her eye as she lightly dragged her teeth over my shaft. The sensation was shocking and intense and I instinctively put my hand on her head. This made her smile more, and she began sucking me off hard. Her body bent over in front of me, and her behind sticking out was an amazing thing to see. I was so turned on and could have just bust my load right there, but I had to “knack” her.
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When I thought I was getting too close, I pulled Uyai off, and intuiting what I wanted, she laid back. Her slender body was beginning to become flushed with red desire, and her pink slit was open for me. I grabbed my shaft and aimed it toward her, teasing her honeypot with my head. Uyai moaned with delight and looked at me pleadingly. After I circled her slit a few times, I began to push myself into her. Her tightness was incredible. As I entered, she bit her lip and began to grab at her own beautiful oranges. "Drill me, please," she begged.

I pushed in hard and filled Uyai with my whole length. She screamed in pleasure and arched her back. "Harder, harder!" she demanded. I did not disappoint and began to pound into her over and over. "Yes!" she screamed, and I felt the warmth and wetness of her pot soak us both.
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As I rammed Uyai, I watched her face with her eyes closed contorted in pleasure. I lifted both her slender legs up and held them with one hand, continuing to rhythmically thrust into her. I kissed and nibbled her calves, then spread her legs so each one was on one of my shoulders. The taste of her skin in my mouth was delicious and slightly salty from her sweat.
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Uyai’s eyes suddenly opened in rapturous panic. "I'm close. So close. Please, Paul, will you put it in my ass?"

"Ehn?"
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Uyai's eyes were glaring at me desperately, as if there was any way I could turn her down.
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"Do it now. Drill my ass, P."
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I turned Uyai over, not giving it a second thought. She bent over, waving her delicious behind in my face. Its twin pale moons split in the middle with a slightly red crease. Her honeypot was soaking wet and her behind hole sat puckered but ready. Uyai reached back and took some of her own wetness and dipped her finger into her "behind" hole, then wiped more onto my stick.
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I had only done this once before, with Janet.
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I edged myself up to Uyai’s puckered hole and slowly brought myself in. Uyai winced and moaned, but pushed back to help. I moved inch by inch into her, admiring her peach and the dimples above her behind. When I was halfway in, I began thrusting in and out, pushing me even deeper with each effort. We both moaned in ecstasy. The tightness of her "behind" around my stick was incredible.
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Once I had my rhythm, Uyai moved her hand to rub her clit. She buried her face in the table and worked herself hard. She then lifted her head and commanded me to fill her up as she came. I quickened my pace and the tightness of her pushed me to the edge. I tried to hold back, but as soon as Uyai began screaming and moaning with the intense pleasure of orgasm, I couldn't stop. I pushed myself deep into her and let loose my load. I had never cum like this before. It felt as if my entire being was being poured into her.
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Uyai collapsed, and I followed right on top of her. She panted and gave soft moans while my joystick twitched and shrank inside of her. Eventually, I collapsed next to her, and we kissed and stroked each other's sweaty bodies affectionately.
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I felt fully present with her.
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Our bliss was soon interrupted by a hoarse voice.

"Copper Wee!
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To be continued...

I'm sorry for the error guys but I hope you guys still understand the story?

Uyai means Beautiful.


"Tell me how badly you want to be inside me, Paul". Uyai whispered in my ear, then resumed kissing me more passionately than ever.

This was before I could even find the right phrase to express how being “inside her” was indeed the only thing I needed, more than anything in the world at that moment.
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MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 30
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I soon found my finger raising up the mound of Uyai "oranges". The feeling was as though my soul had left me. I felt the softness of a natural “orange” against my bare hand. I ached for more. My finger stopped as I felt a bump. I felt the change as her “knuckle” started to perk up and became erect under the shirt, feeling the wrinkles of her areola as it perked up and the “knuckle” protruded more. My finger softly circling, feeling each bump.
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A sudden intake of breath and Uyai's eyes opened. She looked at me without speaking. My hand still hovered near her orange. I don't think I was able to breathe, waiting for her next move. I could feel my “stick” beating as the blood pulsed through it, hoping that it might be given attention similar to what Janet and Jasmine gave.

Oh! How I've missed those two!
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The look between Uyai and me was suddenly broken when we heard a sound that seemed like an approaching footstep.
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My first assumption was that it could be one of the soldiers in the camp.
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Uyai broke away. I pointed her towards a very nice spot to sit and wait while I scout the environment.

It must have been a cat or something, because there was no one in sight.
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I positioned myself in a corner, fetched my “member” and proceeded to empty my bladder. My joystick was already smeared with pre-gum. As I urinated, I couldn't help but "process". It was at this moment it dawned on me that it’s been a while since I came this close with a female. The semi-sticky pre-gum from my joystick brought back memories from my very active days. Feeling of Jasmine and Janet's warm palm wrapped around my stick, my hand feeling their skin, the warmth of their breath; their oranges, the roughness of their hard knuckles.
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I started to rub my stick. I was aching for a release when I remembered that Uyai was just a couple of footsteps away. I walked back to meet her, smiling at something on her phone.
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I was now a mere foot from Uyai. Her sitting position puts her at an eye level, with the ever-growing bulge in my shorts.
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Uyai was quick to notice movements. Her eyes merely looked forward to her glance to have been fixated. She noticed the “ever growing extension”, she gained a large smirk, I couldn't help it too, I started to laugh out loud.

Uyai looked up and winked at me; mouthed “wow” and just shook her head.
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Thankfully, this break in my train of thought allowed my protrusion to start to lose its blood flow and go back to its normal size.

I made to ask a question when suddenly, Uyai was lifting her shirt off. Though dark, I got a good look at those soft globes I had been teasing just moments ago. Time stood still as I watched them fall from the shirt being lifted and jiggle as they settled into their natural state.

I could have replayed that moment a thousand times over.
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My eyes must have bugged out because Uyai smiled and said, “It's not like you haven’t seen an orange before. Figured you wouldn't mind seeing mine”

I nodded my head very strongly in agreement, feeling the blood flowing back into my ever-growing stick.

"This is nothing compared to everyone before you". I muttered, with my eyes very well fixated on those fine round balls hanging on Uyai's chest.
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My brain gave up fighting for blood and my joystick took the majority share of it. Intelligent thought, as always, was not in my favor at that moment.
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Uyai had gotten on her knees and began to unbuckle my belt when out of nowhere, we saw a flashlight.

I stood frozen, shaking like a leaf. I felt a quake in my jungle boots. I was terrified out of my wit. The heebie-jeebies I got engulfed by in that moment were literally unexplainable.
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I was not sure where the flashlight was coming from or who was at the other end of it, but I'd assumed it could only have smelled trouble.

For some reason, Uyai felt quite the opposite. She had long taken me into her mouth and had been gagging on my member. I was too distracted with fear to concentrate. So much so, I lost my erection momentarily. But Uyai professed life right back into it in seconds. Her lips were amazing. Her mouth was beautiful and seemed "customized" for this particular act. Uyai's "head game" could most certainly wake up a dead. I did not know when I reached for her head (for steady) and began to ram my stick into her mouth, ensuring it was hitting the base of her throat.
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I suddenly forgot about the flashlight which had now gone away. I didn't even bother to wonder who the person behind the light was, and whether he/she had seen us. At this moment, intelligent thought, as always, was not in my favor.

I closed my eyes and began to enjoy every single sensation Uyai was sending through my entire body, with this life changing; breath taking; jaw dropping; incredible; award winning Mouth Action.

Uyai took her time with me. It was as though she didn't want me to cum. She controlled the pace, ensuring I didn't get too carried away.
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"You taste amazing," Uyai said, amidst gagging.
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I couldn't take it any longer. I needed "cum" so badly, but Uyai wouldn't let me.

Then I needed to be inside something. Something besides Uyai's amazing "face hole".
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With the sight of Uyai's beautiful oranges dangling with every sloppy "blow, ", my desire intensified.

I reached down to pull Uyai up. I drew her in for a kiss.

Uyai's lips tasted amazing. Her full lips felt incredible on mine as our tongues began to wrestle. Her hands were all over me. Mine was particularly handling her beautiful "behind". They felt amazing. They were firm but soft.
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"Tell me how badly you want to be inside me, Paul". Uyai whispered in my ear, then resumed kissing me more passionately than ever.

This was before I could even find the right phrase to express how being “inside Uyai” was indeed the only thing I needed, more than anything in the world at that moment.

To be continued...
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MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 29
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It didn't take so long before I had my first “Akwa Ibom” experience.
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It was just five days into camping. The buzz for what was to come later that night had been deafening. We were going to be given a treat. Most of the known names in the entertainment industry were going to be around.

The thought of the fun that this particular night promised was hair-raising.
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The names of these expected artists were on every lip. The anticipation was intense. Time suddenly seemed slower than usual in the buildup to this day. But it eventually came.
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On this night, we were allowed to go in casual wear; something different from our usual "white on white" camp uniform.

Trust our ladies na, they certainly came into camp, prepared. "Back sides" of different shapes and sizes left jaws on the floor. With the effort these girls had obviously put into work to ensure they came out as exquisite as they'd looked, one could only have assumed they were out to hopefully “nail one of the celebrities”, expected.

I don't know about others, but I definitely nailed my celebrity that night.
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Uyai was an indigene. She was beautiful, classy, and sassy. Uyai turned heads whenever she walked ahead. When Uyai walks, she elegantly places a leg in front of the other, while her beautiful round "behind" rested perfectly on her amazing waist, giving room for sways, from left to right, effortlessly, in a manner that sent literally hundreds, green with desires.

Even though Uyai schooled abroad and had only just returned for the sole purpose of "National Youth Service", you'd never know because Uyai somehow didn’t forget her roots.
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I sighted Uyai in a corner. She was by herself, punching her phone's screen with a facial expression depicting worry. In this, again, I saw an opening; an opening I leaped at.
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I discovered that Uyai had just been informed that her mother was seriously sick and had been rushed to the ICU. The worry that this had engulfed her by, could have easily been contagious, had I not been “a guy with ulterior intent; pretending to care.”
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I was able to talk Uyai out of this sad state. I was able to enlighten her on certain realities, one of which was that, even though as humans, it is normal to feel sad when a loved one is down, it only becomes overly unhealthy when you allow it linger longer than necessary, especially if you aren't doing something "directly" about it, besides wallow.
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A couple of hours later, Uyai and I were jumping in the crowd, "vibing" to 9ice's hit single from way back (Gongo Aso).
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The show was everything the buzz had been about. It was "LIT". We were treated to bangers, back to back. Everyone most certainly seemed to be having a "blast". But I only cared about one "happy" face in the room. That was Uyai’s. She seemed to have momentarily forgotten about her mother's sickness. I was more than glad to know that I was responsible for it.
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Just like all the previous girls I'd met and been with, Uyai was also an incredible dancer. She was superb in the art of dancing. She was on another level. She was so good, they named a certain dance step trending at the time, in camp, after her.
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I had “standing ovation” after “standing ovation” just to the grinds of Uyai on my crotch. Her behind cheeks were soft. The way it felt, grinding on me, I could tell there was nothing holding those two "heart shattering" agents from misbehaving.

It took all the confidence in me to reach forward to grab Uyai's waist. She somehow noticed the nervousness in my grab. She turned around to whisper in my ears, "don't worry, Paul, they don't bite".

"E be like say this girl never know me and nyash fa.” With this permission, she doesn’t know that she'll most likely be needing ten very hefty guys, just to pry me off of this waist before long." I thought to myself.
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The show went deep into the night. It was in the middle of this show that Uyai had suggested we take a walk. She said the place was becoming too stuffy for her liking. She said she needed a breather.
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Uyai held my hand and led me towards “Maami market." At this time of the night, it was assured to be void of people. In other words, we were assured to be having as much privacy as we desired.

To be continued...
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Moshood Avidiime The Writer

MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 28
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As though they knew or have been “divinely inspired” to do what they did, I walked into an ambush.

I was disarmed the moment I stepped out of the toilet. These men seized my pipe before they bundled me back into the pastor’s office.

This was particularly surprising because I no understand, "deliverance na by force?"
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By this time, the pastor had rounded up with his ministration and had long handed the anchor to someone else. He was praying intensely when they bundled me back into his office.
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I felt as though I was drunk the moment I set my eyes on the pastor. There was something about this version of the pastor, which I didn't encounter the first time. He was now more aggressive; absolutely unfriendly, and to make matters worse, he seemed to enjoy playing with "fire".

This man made use of “Holy ghost Fire” a lot. His love and use of the word was one I thought alarming. I mean, if the fire was to have been limited, it would have definitely run out, courtesy of this pastor.
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I suddenly had the urge to say something.

As much as I tried, I somehow couldn't hold the words to myself any longer.

I was burning all over my body and the only way out of this, seemed like talking; begging, with the hope that this pastor would stop, having seen how remorseful I was.
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"HE IS MY HUSBAND! WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO PUT ASUNDER IN WHAT HAS BEEN JOINED TOGETHER? WHY ARE YOU DOING CONTRARY TO WHAT YOU CONSTANTLY PREACH, PASTOR? DOESN'T THAT MAKE YOU A HYPOCRITE?" I found myself screaming at the pastor.
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“But I am male and certainly not Gay. I mean, everyone knows how much I love women na! How could I possibly be my own husband?” I thought to myself, momentarily.

Before I could have any time to process what was going on, my mouth was wide open again, giving details in response to a question the pastor had just asked.
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"He is my husband. We were joined together by the Queen mother. The occasion was attended by people that mattered in our world. With him, my future is secured. With him, our generation is assured to rule forever. He is the smartest man I know. He is the only man that suits my preference of a spouse. We were divorced only to be reunited recently. HOW DARE YOU TRY TO TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME AGAIN?" I asked, suddenly furious and almost getting physical with the pastor.
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I went on and on, talking. Then, when the pastor seemed to have heard more than enough, he opened his mouth to say something I didn't want to hear.

"FROM THIS MOMENT ON, I FORBID YOU TO PITCH YOUR TENT IN THIS VESSEL. THIS BODY IS OF THE LORD AND YOU HAVE NO DWELLING IN HERE."
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The entire office went into an uproar, in prayers, as I somehow began to manifest in different ways.

That pastor literally bathed me with a bucket of water he dubbed "holy" and forced down my throat bottles of liquid (oil) he dubbed "anointed".
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I woke up weak (seeming to have been "out" for a very long time) to "worship songs".
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I faintly heard the pastor mutter words.

I heard "thank you lord for this deliverance".
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Apparently, I'd been delivered of an "evil spirit"; an evil spirit I never knew I’d been possessed by.
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I began to have a mixed feeling about this whole "deliverance" after the counsel the pastor gave me, just before he reached for my hands and said, "let us pray".

The pastor warned me to stay away from women (very difficult something�). He said though I'd been delivered, I still had the tendency to fall right back into the trap of the evil ones, if I became apathetic. He said I must never have anything to do with either Janet or Jasmine going forward. He said though I was currently under the protection of the "holy ghost", how long I stayed under this protection strongly depended on my choice of lifestyle going forward.

The pastor went on and on in counsel before he finally asked that we bowed our heads for prayers.
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Sam and I went home without even as much as speaking a word to each other about what had happened. I knew he had a million and one questions running through his mind, but for some reason, he thought them awkward and didn't dare ask. On the other hand, I was glad he didn't bring it up too, because I was not in the mood to talk about it either.
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Janet and Jasmine kept blowing my phone up with calls and text messages. I blocked them off when I couldn't take these texts and calls any more.

I even resolved that I was not going to take calls from numbers I didn't already have saved on my phone or anyone I'd thought strange, anymore.

I tried to avoid taking any route I could bump into either Jasmine or Janet.
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It was not easy, but I eventually got rid of both girls even though I sometimes missed what we had.
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I tried as best as I could to turn a new leaf. I frequent church and even go for midweek services.

When I saw a fine girl, I quickly lowered my gaze. It was not easy, but to God be the glory.
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A couple of years had passed. I was in my final year and already counting down to my final paper. I'd just come out from a tutorial when the sight of my "nemesis" almost got me stumbling.

I almost bumped into jasmine.
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At the time, Jasmine had long graduated, so you can imagine my surprise to have seen her.

"What is she doing at school?" I wondered. "And how in heaven's name was she allowed in, dressed like that?"

Jasmine was looking as ravishing as ever in her white tank top and a very hot, black, mind provoking, very well short leather skirt.

She was standing beside her car.

It took all the restraints in me to have turned the other cheek at this sight.
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I thought about Jasmine all through that night. I no longer had her contact. I had absolutely no means of getting it even if I'd wanted to and I had never been gladder.

If I'd had a means of getting Jasmine’s phone number, I doubt if I could have been strong enough to resist the urge to call; to take it from there.
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I finally graduated from the university and the buildup to camp was exciting on a different level. I couldn’t wait to put on that “brown khaki”.

That day finally came; I got mobilized and deployed to Akwa Ibom, for my "National Youth Service" program.
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I've heard a lot of beautiful stories about people from this part of the country. Their reputation definitely precede them. Their food, culture and, most especially, their beautiful women are to die for.
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I've heard that they have them here, just the way I love my girls and I can't wait to confirm all of these.

To be continued...






"Tell me how badly you want to be inside me, Paul". Uyai whispered in my ear, then resumed kissing me more passionately than ever.

This was before I could even find the right phrase to express how being “inside her” was indeed the only thing I needed, more than anything in the world at that moment.

Firstly, smiles ... I'm sorry for the late update... And I'm grateful that you'll are still sticking with me. What a big fanmily this will be *big hugs*
For the new Readers and Fans thank you and Welcome on board Babies and Gees.

MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 27

For a moment there, I thought the pastor was actually talking to me, but after he said "you are not the most handsome but the way girls flock around you is alarming", I knew for a fact that it couldn’t possibly have been me.

I mean, common! Fine boy like me (In Kizz Daniel’s voice)
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For ten minutes straight, thunderous prayers filled the air. Heads kept turning to see who would run out.

I was curious as well. My head was equally turning to see "who".
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After having waited for what had now seemed like an eternity, the pastor transcended to something intense; he began to “bind and cast”. This man began speaking in strange languages o. It was as though he was talking to someone; something none of us in attendance could see. The echo in his voice raised hairs.
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Now more than ever, prayers had long turned into screams.

The music from the instruments playing in the background had now gotten louder.

People have now started rolling on the floor.

It was really a busy day for those "brothers" who’d been tasked to hold people; retraining them from dropping to the ground and causing “more harm” than the “Holy spirit” was already doing.
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When I saw people falling under anointing; rolling from one end of the church to the other in manifestation, I said to myself, "I knew it! There was no way this pastor could have been talking to me.” I’d barely finished that thought when I discovered that the pastor was now moving from roll to roll.
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It was a very big church. Where Sam’s girlfriend had gotten us seats was quite a distance from the pulpit, but with the speed at which this pastor was going, he was sure to be standing in front of us in no time.
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I observed something strange. The closer the pastor got to the roll Sam, and I sat down, the more uncomfortable I became (I don’t know if Sam felt the same way).
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I know that I usually have issues with loud noise and large crowds but this feeling was different.

I still had to assume that my uneasiness was as a result, though.
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The Pastor had advanced three rolls before ours when the intensity in my uneasiness was now alarming. He didn't bother to complete the sweep any longer as soon as we locked eyes.

The pastor smiled, then signaled, beckoning on me to step out.

I threw my face away.

I closed my eyes, pretending to have been lost in prayers.

I began to speak in my native dialect, hoping it'll be misinterpreted as being "in tongues".

(Besides, it’s my mother's tongue after all.)
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"COME OUT HERE RIGHT NOW IN JESUS NAME, YOU FOUL SPIRIT!" The Pastor thundered.
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I opened one eye to be sure that the Pastor was talking to me only to discover that he'd now worn a "mean" expression all over his face. His eyes are now piercing through my soul.
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I looked closer and around, to be sure that the pastor didn't have "quarter past four" eyes.

I wanted to be sure I was not misinterpreting the Pastor’s stare at Sam for me.
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Everyone had now opened their eyes to be sure that they were not the ones being summoned as well.

I attempted to close my eyes again, to continue from where I'd stopped in speaking "in tongues", but this time, I couldn't.
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I suddenly began to sweat profusely.
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Everyone was blanked out. I could only see myself and this “seemingly’ fine pastor.

For whatever reason, I suddenly felt sexually attracted to the pastor. I thought this pastor was the hottest person in the room and had now begun to imagine what being bent over by him would feel like.
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I soon found myself licking my lips and winking at the “Man of God”.
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I soon found myself walking out from my seat and advancing towards the pastor. I found myself reaching towards his face with the intention of feeling the softness of his beards and if I am lucky, probably get a kiss from the very sumptuous looking lips I'd now been staring lustfully at, but I never got that chance.

I was up and down in seconds, even when no one had laid a single finger on me.
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The entire church again went into an uproar.
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I was suddenly surrounded by prayer warriors.
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I am sure that most of those "mean" looking faces (Prayer warriors) had just recently graduated from "prayer warrior's" school.

Their prayers were piercing and very discomforting. At one point, I even tried to attack this particular young man. More than others, his prayers were intense.
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After one whole hour of intense prayers that yet seemed not to be yielding any serious fruits, the pastor commanded that I be taken into his office.
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At this point, I was barely aware of my surroundings. I could barely recognize faces. Everyone in sight appeared hostile and me on the other hand, have been very defensive.
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I suddenly began to feel the urge to use the toilet the moment we stepped into the pastor's office. I announced this to them and they were kind enough to have allowed me to go and use the restroom, but not without the supervision of two other equally "mean" looking faces.

Since they couldn't obviously go into the toilet with me, they mounted guard outside.
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I stayed inside the toilet for a while before I started regaining consciousness.

I suddenly felt strange. I somehow knew for sure that I was at the wrong venue. I knew that I shouldn't be here. I knew that I had to leave as soon as possible. I knew I had to leave, even if it had to be with violence, dropping as many people who dared to stand in my way before I got to the exit door.
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I looked around and saw a steel pipe lying on the ground.

“This is more than enough weapons for me.” I thought to myself. I tucked it in before I reached for the door knob.

To be continued...

MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 26
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You were with Jasmine the entire time, weren't you? Janet asked, with an eye burning with rage.
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The cold that ran down my spine at that very moment was indescribable. I stood frozen, hands shaking, mouth agape, eyes blinking as though something had just fallen into it. I stood startled as though Janet was suddenly a monster that'd appeared out of nowhere and my current spellbound exhibition was as a result.
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"Are you suddenly dumb, Paul?" Janet asked, with fire burning in her eyes.

I'd never seen this version of Janet before. It wasn't pretty.
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Janet suddenly seemed different. The sound of her voice no longer sounded the usual. It had a little of an echo in it. It was as though two voices, repeating the same thing. I was engulfed with fear. So much so that I opened my mouth to say something; anything at all, but stutter was the other of my day.
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I was finally able to open my mouth to say something, but my mind kept telling me not to shoot myself on the foot. "I have come this far in this lie, why not just see the lie through to the end?" I thought to myself.
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There was still no giving up for me, after all, "do I know who this Jasmine she's talking about is?"
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Janet asked one more time and before she could complete the question, I answered; retorting..."Yes, baby. I was. I was with Jasmine. She was even the one that got me a place to plug the phone. She was the nurse on duty and the person assigned to Kenneth..."

Janet didn't allow me to complete that sentence. She knew I was a pathological liar. She knew that the "pathology" in my lies was with grade. She knew that I was not prepared to admit to what she (somehow) knew for a fact was true to be true and, as such, dropped it, for what she thought was more important.
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"Paul! I have told you before now and I am repeating it again. I'll never share you with another; I can’t. I warned you right from the start, but I supposed you presumed them to be mere words; to be just the usual girl rant, right?” Janet asked.
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I knew very well that that question was rhetorical, but I still made an attempt to rebuttal, even though Janet didn't give me the chance to…
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“I am giving you between now and twelve, to end whatever you already have going on with Jasmine, else, Paul..."

Janet did not complete that statement.
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Janet seemed very upset; too upset for my liking. She seemed rather too upset for the gravity of what I'd done.

I assumed Janet was being overly jealous; too jealous for my liking.
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Janet opened my door and slammed it in my face.

I looked at the time. It was now a few minutes to five (in the morning).

I made to go after Janet, but she shoved me off.
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I returned to my room, downcast.

I knew I'd done wrong by Janet and I felt very terrible about it. I felt guilty.
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That feeling went out my window the moment I heard a beep on my phone. I looked to discover that it was a text message from Jasmine.

"Thank you very much for last night, P. I had fun. You were amazing. I am looking forward to many, many more of this kind, with you. PS: Call Janet's bluff. I promise to make up for every problem."
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I had no idea what Jasmine meant by that last phrase, and I honestly didn’t care. I simply dropped my phone and fell to my bed.

I was just tired.
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I must have slept off, almost immediately after, because Sam's knock had woken me up that morning. I managed to drag myself out of bed to go unlock the door for him. He couldn't wait to hear how last night went. Of course, he heard the "slam" but wasn't sure if it was from my room or another neighbor's.
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Sam asked what i was going to do after I played him the tape all the way to the present episode. I told him I had no idea. I told him I liked Janet a lot, but Jasmine was fun on another level. "I'll love to keep exploring things with her for now". I said.
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"Janet is expecting you to get back to her on your decision by twelve. What'll you tell her?"

"I don't know, man. But I'm sure I'll figure something out". I said, unsure about that last part, especially as Janet seemed to know which of my utterances are true and which one isn't.
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"But wait guy! Do these girls know themselves from somewhere before? How did Janet get to know Jasmine enough to call her by her name? Sam asked, puzzled.

"Bros, the think shock me too o. I been no wan ask too many questions. Make i no come cast myself..."

"Idiot! You no know say na when you ask questions e sure say you no go cast yourself, abi?" Sam asked rhetorically. His phone began to ring almost immediately after.

Sam reached into his pocket for the phone. He picked up the call, placed it on speaker, and began to talk.
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The person at the other end was Latifa (Sam's girlfriend). Apparently, she had invited Sam for a church program and had been expecting Sam all morning. Sam, on the other hand, had forgotten. This call had only served as a reminder.
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"Baby, I am dressed up. It’s Paul that has been delaying us. I am even in his room right now and you won't believe that he just got out of the bathroom. Sorry, we'll be there soon." Sam lied before he ended the call.

This was how I found myself attending a church program I never planned for that day.
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"There is somebody seated in this congregation this morning. The lord said to tell you that the devil has dug you a grave and stolen your grace. The devil has been dancing with your destiny and you seem to be enjoying every step of this dance. The lord said to tell you that your destiny is currently being used to play Ping-pong. When you sleep, you wake up from dreams you find rather strange; you find yourself having relations with known and, mostly, unknown faces. You often wake up to discharge, something you call wet dreams. You are not the most handsome, but the way these girls flock around you is alarming. The lord said I should tell you that these girls flock around you not for your looks; not for your charms nor is it for your charisma but for how bright they already see your future is. They flock around you now because they know you are weak spiritually. You are an easy prey. Your love for women is second to none, so beautiful women are positioned everywhere you turn. These women, on the other hand, make things easy for you and you go about thinking you've got killer words or mad charms. The lord said to tell you that they've seen your greatness and as such, they are currently in a race to win you over to the other side. They are in a race to claim the glory of your downfall. You are currently in a fix with them. Two heads of rival marine clans are currently fighting to claim you. The lord said to tell you that this will only be the beginning of your doom, if you don't give your life to Christ and turn a new leaf right this moment. I don't know who you are, but the Holy Spirit who is ministering these words to you, through me, knows you. So under the sound of my voice, Father! I declare peace unto this soul..."
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The church went wild in prayers during these proclamations by the minister.

I was muttering a few words myself.
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"...Search within your heart; within your life, this minute. Walk out now to the pulpit for your deliverance." Said the pastor that'd been "on fire," all morning long, with deliverance.
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The entire church began to turn from left to right, looking to see who'll be coming out.

I was also looking around to see who this revelation was about, too.
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"This man of God is surely about to save another soul." I thought to myself.
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For what seemed like a split second, I'd presumed this pastor was talking to me until he said, "you are not the most handsome, but the way girls flock around you is alarming".

"That cannot be me na�." I thought to myself.

To be continued...

Hey people, no amount of apology can make up for my latest but then ... Me and my mental health first.... I just needed a me time. Thanks for your understanding.

MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 25
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I stared at my phone a bit longer, then held the power button to turn it off completely.
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I was already wracking my head on how we'll make it home that night (abi that morning). I needed to ensure that Jasmine was safely in a conveyance home, before I found myself one. At this time of the night (abi morning), it was usually very difficult to get either a bike or a “keke napep”.
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I tapped Jasmine and whispered, "It’s time to go home."
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A lady waking up from sleep had never looked more beautiful. Jasmine smiled, the moment her eyelid made way for sight; to behold my smiling gaze. Jasmine appeared to be glad to see me. She reached forward again to plant me a kiss. Jasmine’s supposed terrible breath smelled like musk on my messed up nose.

Every sensory organ was a fan.
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Jasmine was dressed in five minutes and we were out in ten.
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My mind had strayed momentarily as I walked towards the gate. I was calculating; wondering how I was going to pull off the "almost impossible" when the honk of a car snapped me back to self-awareness.

Instinctively, I turned around, hoping to shield Jasmine from the approaching car, only to realize that I'd been walking by myself the whole time.
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"Are you coming in or what?" Jasmine cooed.

Apparently, this fine somebody showed up in a "whip".
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I had to have been too lost in my head not to have noticed that Jasmine was no longer walking beside me. And I certainly had to have been too distracted by her "presence", not to have noticed a car key the entire night.
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I hopped into the car and in less than fifteen minutes, Jasmine was pulling up in front of my gate.
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I called Sam (my neighbor and best friend) to come over and open the gate for me.

Jasmine drove off immediately afterwards.
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"Guy, where you go since na?" Sam asked, amidst being furious, worried and scared all at the same time.

"Omoh, I go play you the tape for morning, right now mehn, na my bed get me o."

"Bed ke! Your babe don dey here since dey wait for you fa. I don call your number tire with her phone as my own kukuma don die but..."

"WHAT? Wait! Guy, who be my babe?”

“Which kain mumu question be that one? Janet na.”

“Huh? You mean say Janet dey this compound like this?”

“Yes na. Na wetin I dey try tell you be that.”

“Where she dey like this? I asked, very confused.

"She dey my room."

"She dey sleep?"

"Sleep ke. Her eyes just dey, dey shine like thief man touch o."
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At this point, I didn’t need anyone to tell me before I knew that I was already in a very big trouble. I just didn’t know what kind at the time.
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"Ha! Where you tell am say I go?"

"I tell her say one of our guy dey for hospital and you been go check am. I tell her say you suppose don show since, so me sef dey very worried right now as I no know wetin come dey hold you for there."

"Did she buy your story?"

"Omoh! I no know o. She been just dey do like say she no even dey listen to wetin I dey talk sef. But wait, guy! Shey you tell me say she been dey ask for your spare key the other time, you no come give her?"

"No be only give her. So you want make I give her my spare key so she go fit dey drop in on me unannounced, like she don do like this, abi?"
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I walked past Sam, unsure of what my explanation was going to be. One thing I knew for a fact was that Sam had surely done a great job by giving me a story to build upon. I just hope Janet buys this one.
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I met Janet sitting down on Sam's reading chair, with her legs crossed and arms folded. Her stares were scarily piercing. She carried a straight face. There was no cracking this. We'd just locked eyes for seconds and I'd already lost count on the numbers of scans her eyes had run through my body, from head to toe.
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Janet got up and walked right past me without a single word. I knew immediately that this had trouble written all over it. I immediately went out after her.
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Janet led me to my doorstep. I didn’t wait to be told once we halted in front of my door. I knew what to do from hereon. I unlocked the door and threw it open for Janet to go inside. She did. I followed right after. The moment I returned my gaze from having locked the door once we were inside, a resounding slap found me.
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For about five seconds, all I saw were "stars" and "lightning".

I know I’d messed up. I know Janet was pissed. But I didn’t know what exactly she was pissed over. I didn’t know if she had just reacted in this manner because of how scared I’d made her or because she didn’t buy Sam’s story and assumed something entirely different had happened.

Because I didn’t know what was playing in Janet’s head and certainly didn’t want to be that person who shot himself in the foot, I attempted to play the “I understand how you feel'' card but before I even completed that thought, Janet dropped the bombshell on me…

"You were with that tramp, weren't you?"
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Okay, now I am as shocked as I was confused. But even though I might have an idea what she was talking about, there was no way in Hell I was going to let her know that I did.
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"Baby, what are you talking about?" I asked, trying as best as possible to fake being lost; trying as best as possible to fake being calm and not taking the slap to heart.

"Paul! YOU WON'T EVEN DARE!" Janet sounded a warning.
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I was dumbfounded. I'd never in my wildest of imaginations anticipated an attack like this, from Janet. This element of surprise had caught me off guard, but I wasn't going to give up without a fight.
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"What exactly are you talking about baby and what was the meaning of that (referring to the slap)? I know I should have called to tell you I was going to see Kenneth at the hospital, but you shouldn't just jump to conclusions as to why I didn't. You should wait to at least hear how my battery had died and how I'd had to plug the phone in a different ward and how the phone had come back on, on its own, hence, the reason Sam was able to reach me even when I wasn't close to my phone to pick it up..."

Another resounding slap hit me. This one was harder than the first. It was deafening. It got me realizing that I’d probably been talking too much, but I was still not ready to give up this fight.
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"Baby, I know I got you worried, and for that, I am honestly very sorry. I should have at least left you a message..."

"PAUL!" Janet called out sternly.

"Ma...Ye...Yes, baby". I answered confusingly; stammering.

"You were with Jasmine the entire time weren't you?"
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To be continued...
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Hey babies

wande22 awwn that's sweet.....it's fine.

MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 24
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There is a means to either “turn off” or “Increase” the volume of the music blasting from the club, in here. It was simply by a push of a button. This ensured that people in this session enjoyed their money's worth to the fullest, with a lot of comfortable options at their disposal.
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I chuckled at the sound of Jasmine's question. I leaned backward, so I could get a good look at the mouth that'd just spat those words and this was when I discovered that Jasmine hadn’t just asked a random question. The expression on her face depicted she meant every word; she needed to know the answer to this question.
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“How could you have come up with such a question in the first place?” I quarried, a little more seriously than I normally would.
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“Who is Oluchi to you?” Jasmine asked again, readjusting her positioning, seeming very interested in what my response to this question was going to be.
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“Not Again!” I thought to myself. “Could it be that Jasmine also attended the same primary school with us and had known Oluchi and me from back then?”
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I finally assumed it was the latter and didn't bother asking any more questions but simply proceeded with my answer. “She was my very good friend”. I answered.

“Just your friend?”

“Yeah! Should we have been more, at that very young age?” I asked with a playful grin.

“So why did you desert her? After all she did for you?”

“How do you mean?” I asked, rather curious.
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I had absolutely no idea what Jasmine had meant by that question.
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“I noticed that Oluchi usually brought you food from home, and it was always only the both of you together. You seemed to be a loner, and she seemed to be your only friend at the time. I was just surprised at the sudden transition that got you separated.”
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Jasmine seemed to know much; too much even, but for some reason, I wasn’t too keen on finding out how she knew so much.
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“I was equally surprised. At one point I thought Oluchi was avoiding me or something. Then I no longer saw her like I usually would...”

“…did you look for her? Did you care to know what'd happened to her?" Jasmine retorted, angrily. "You simply felt very relaxed and comfortable on the other side of your barrier, yeah?”

“Barrier? What barrier are you talking about, Jasmine?” I asked, confused.

“Never mind.”
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This topic seemed to have really upset Jasmine. I had no idea why. But it was just momentarily. Jasmine soon got back to being much like she’d been all night; lively. She leaned over again to plant me a kiss. To tell me how amazing I was and how she looked forward to many more of these experiences with me.
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Jasmine said she enjoyed my company a lot and thanked me for allowing her to give me this treat.
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Jasmine laid a bit longer on my chest, seemingly savoring the moment. She told me most of the things I needed to know about her and inquired to know more about me as well.

Jasmine inquired about my stepmother and how my growing up was, too.
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By 4:25 AM, the club was almost empty. One after the other, very “wasted” boys and girls dragged themselves out.

Jasmine had long fallen asleep on my chest.
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My phone (which I’d placed on vibration the moment I walked into Bloops) has been blowing up all night long. It first started as soon as I got here (shortly before Jasmine showed up). The persistence of this caller was as though my house was on fire and as a good neighbor, this call was aimed at having me run over, to pick whatever I could, before it all goes up in smoke.

The last time I checked, I'd missed eighty-two calls and still counting. It had all been from the same number; Janet's number.
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I heard the vibration again. It had actually woken me up from sleep. I knew very well that this one signified that I had a text message.

It was from the same number.

I opened it to read, “Paul! TELL ME YOU DID NOT!”

To be continued...

I'm so happy right now because you all are so sweet. Thank you readers.

Wande22 I see you dear *hugs*

My Spiritual Wife

EPISODE 23
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I could not believe that this gorgeous creature was sitting on my lap. I wasn’t quite sure of what to do or what Jasmine wanted me to do.
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Thankfully, Jasmine leaned in towards me and put her lips on mine. She kissed me softly at first. Her lips were moist and soft. Slowly, she applied more pressure to my mouth, the tip of her tongue flirting with my lips. I reached out with both arms, wrapping them around Jasmine’s small waist, pulling her closer to me.

By now, her entire tongue was in my mouth, dancing with mine.
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I reached down Jasmine's back and slid my left hand under her gown to discover she had no panties on. I soon had her entire right a** cheek in my hand.
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Jasmine dropped the wine glass she'd been holding on the table and quickly reached down, unbuttoning my jeans, then sliding the zipper down. By the time she reached into my shorts, my joystick was rock hard.
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Jasmine began to slowly stroke me up and down, all the while kissing me passionately, her tongue exploring my mouth. She finally pulled away and looked me straight in the eyes, still stroking my blood-engorged stick.
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"Nice stick, Paul... Do you want to stick this in me? " Jasmine asked, with a giggle.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I replied, trying to be civil while still rubbing Jasmine’s a** cheek.
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"Uh, probably not, but I really need to be screwed right now." Jasmine replied, softly.
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I stood up with Jasmine still on my lap as she quickly wrapped her legs around my waist. I walked straight towards a bigger sofa at the extreme end of the room, holding Jasmine tightly against my chest. I leaned over the sofa and dropped her on her back. I stood up and removed my shirts and jeans, tossing them on the floor. I pushed my boxers down my legs and tossed them as well. I climbed onto the couch as Jasmine expertly slid down the zippers of her gown. It dropped to the ground.
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Jasmine had an incredible body. She had a tiny waist, firm hips, and ample firm hands with tiny knuckles hanging from them.
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Jasmine’s honeypot was completely shaved and already glistening wet with desire.
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Jasmine lay down beside me and pulled me over her. She reached down between us and grabbed my joystick, slowly guiding me into her wet entrance.
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I can’t describe the feeling as I slowly pushed the head of my stick inside of Jasmine. She was very tight, warm and wet.
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"Oh damn! That feels so good. " Jasmine moaned.
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I began to slowly move in and out of Jasmine's as I stared at her beautiful face. I could not believe that I was knacking this gorgeous creature.
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Jasmine had both of her hands on my "behind", pulling me into her as I thrust forward.

After a minute or so, Jasmine rolled over and quickly straddled me, pushing my hard stick back inside of her. She leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips, never closing her eyes. She began to move back and forth on me, quickly grinding her wet opening against my rigid stick.
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I reached up and put my hands on Jasmine’s hips as she moved over me. She leaned over slightly and placed both hands on my chest for support. Jasmine’s eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open as she savored the feeling my stick was giving her.

"Oh, yes! I’m going to... Jasmine moaned.

"Oh... oh baby, I’m cu...." Jasmine wailed, as her entire body shook and convulsed above me.
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I held Jasmine’s waist tight as Jasmine shook and moaned for almost twenty seconds before she collapsed on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, softly pushing the hair from her face.
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I leaned over and softly kissed Jasmine’s cheek as I rubbed her back gently with my right hand.
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After allowing me to hold her for close to five minutes, Jasmine sat up on me and began staring into my eyes.

"That was good." Jasmine giggled, still moving on me, slowly.
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Seconds later, Jasmine lifted herself off my joystick and moved down my body, slightly lowering her mouth to my stick.

Jasmine licked her orgasms up and down my shaft before lowering her warm mouth on me.
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Jasmine knew how to use her tongue even when her mouth was stuffed with a stick.

Within minutes, I reached the point of no return; gum was racing up my shaft.

"Jasmine, I am cu..." I attempted to warn her.

Jasmine lifted her mouth from me and began to use her tongue, swirling around her head. I looked down to see spurt after spurt of hot gum explode against Jasmine's lips and tongue. She continued to lick the head of my stick, sucking the gum into her mouth.
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Jasmine licked me clean.
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Jasmine leaned over to plant a kiss on my lips. This kiss soon transitioned into being passionate; a build up for another round maybe, before she suddenly halted, stared me deep in the eyes, and asked, "Paul! Tell me the truth. Have you ever been married before? "

To be continued...

MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 22
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I was at "Bloops" at exactly forty-five minutes later.
As expected, I had to wait for Jasmine to show up.
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I discovered overtime, that fine girls just have a thing for "entrances".
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Jaws were on the floor in admiration; desire and definitely LUST, to the mesmerizing sense of presence Jasmine commanded.
Jasmine turned up looking super sexy; ravishing. She was "Class" personified.
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All eyes followed until Jasmine got to the table where I'd been sitting, waiting for her arrival.
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Jasmine was beaming with smiles as she approached.
I was lost in admiration. So lost that I momentarily forgot my manners.
I left Jasmine standing for a couple of seconds, unattended.
I was just lost staring; smiling sheepishly; drooling over the gorgeousness that was Jasmine.
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At this point, I had long undressed Jasmine with my eyes. I'd now laid her on her back; on this table (in front of me) and was currently working my way down her bare tummy when two clapping fingers followed by a "Hellooo!" Snapped me right back.
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It was obvious. I didn't get a good look at Jasmine the other night.
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This sight of Jasmine was just on a level, unmatched. As beautiful as I'd thought she was the other night at the club, she was even more beautiful tonight.
The gown Jasmine stepped out in, revealed things that could only have been imagined. She was in a very short, sexy, slit, silky black gown. The slit in this gown gets you wondering; itching to know what could just be underneath.
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Jasmine was attractive; too attractive. I couldn't take my eyes off her.

Who would?

Who could?

Certainly not anyone in “Bloops”, that night.
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Jasmine was just the kind of girl you'll cheat with, on your girlfriend, and when your girlfriend gets to find out about Jasmine, she’ll tell you "Well, I understand".

At this point, your girlfriend wouldn't even dare ask you "What does she have that I don't have" because It'll be so glaring to even the dumbest of brains.
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I snapped back to my senses. I stood up with the intent to draw back a chair for Jasmine to sit.

I reached over to grab a chair in front of me, but Jasmine leaned forward for a hug instead.

For some reason, I found that "unexpected".
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All eyes were on me, green with envy. I couldn’t believe that I was the one getting all this attention.

Little me fa.
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I was still trying to take everything in, when Jasmine leaned over to whisper in my ear..."What do you say we leave here for these poking eyes and head into where the real fun in Bloops really is?"
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I felt "goosebumps". It was as though the wiring of my brains had suddenly surged.

The manner in which Jasmine had said this, was a mix of everything. It was sensual, sexy, seductive and already giving me a hard on.
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Jasmine motioned towards a door. I assumed it was the VIP session
I'd heard tales about things that went down back there. I'd even gone ahead to dream about them.

I licked my lips, and with a smile oozing confidence, I said "Sure".
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Jasmine whispered into a guy’s ear, and we were soon escorted to a session of the building.

Two well built, corporately dressed masked men were seemingly guarding the door.

The door threw open the moment we emerged, ushering us in.
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Jasmine locked the door from the inside as soon as we got in. Apparently, it was a private party and no one else was expected in here.
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The wall “in here” is built with see-through glass. From in here, we can see everything going on outside, but the people outside can only see a reflection of themselves.

Apparently, we were in the VVIP session and the wall in here mirrored the club.
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We had a fridge in here. A fridge that was filled with everything; all kinds of drink; things to snack on.

We had a microwave too.

From what I later understood, being in here meant that we'd bought everything of use in sight, momentarily.
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Our first hour was basically spent on getting reacquainted.
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Jasmine is a heavy drinker. She drank as though the content in the bottle of champagne she'd opened was water.

I was literally playing catch up.
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Since we could see the club from in here, there was always something going on; always something to feed our eyes with; always something to talk about. Plus, Jasmine’s “tipsy state” made things a lot more interesting.
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Jasmine had asked a question; a question I was just wracking my head to answer when a "club banger" hit. It sent the entire dance floor into an uproar; a frenzy. The song happened to be one of Jasmine's favorites.

Jasmine sprung up from where she'd been sitting down with her behind in hand and began to move to this song.
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I'd never been so turned on, just watching a dance in my life.
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I sunk deep into the couch with my legs crossed, as Jasmine danced to my viewing pleasure.
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Jasmine's perfect behind shook to rhythm, without hindrance, with no restrictions.
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Jasmine is "FIRE" on the dance floor.

I thought Janet was "fire" but in Jasmine, I saw a match.
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Jasmine walked towards me with her eyes locked onto mine.

Jasmine sat on my lap and began to give me the dance. A lap dance.

To be continued...




Thank you all for the interactions on my story *kisses*

MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 21
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I reluctantly picked up the call as it was just about to end.

"Hello" I called out.

"Hi Paul. Am I interrupting another sex session?"

"Please who is this?" I manage to mutter.

"It's Jasmine, Paul. Good morning" Jasmine said, with a voice that suggested she'd uttered those words, amidst a smile.
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The confusion in my demeanor from having being asked the same question twice this morning, began to fade.

I became more relaxed as our conversation progressed.
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Jasmine asked to know how I was doing. She particular called to know what I had planned for that day.

"It's going to be a very hectic day". I said.
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I told Jasmine that I had lectures lined up.

It was my busiest day of the week.

To my utmost surprise, Jasmine exclaimed, "perfect!" I was still wondering what was so perfect about what I’d just said when she proceeded to shed more light to it.
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"You'll be very tired by the time you get back from school and will most certainly be needing some tending."

"Tending?" I asked, confused. Unsure what exactly Jasmine had meant by that word.

"Yes! But don't worry.” Jasmine dismissed. “I'll love to take you out tonight, Paul."
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Everything about this conversation was surprising to me. I didn't; wasn't expecting any of it.

Firstly, I was surprised that Jasmine even called, despite what she'd witnessed the day before. Secondly, nothing about our conversation had been awkward, considering the circumstances and thirdly, Jasmine just had to be crazy to have thought that, a night after a long day in school was a perfect night for "an outing".
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I took a moment to process what Jasmine had said. I thought of an appropriate response. I opened my mouth to speak but just before I could, Jasmine asked...

"Or will you rather be somewhere or with someone else?"
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I told Jasmine that I was only trying to think; to be sure that I'll be free tonight.

“I am just trying to be sure I don’t already have something planned...” I said.

"...trust me, Paul. Even if you already have something planned, coming out with me tonight will be worth every canceled appointment". Jasmine said, with total convictions littered in every word.
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Jasmine and I spoke for a while longer, before I had to let her go.

“I need to prepare for school now”. I said.
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Lecture was everything I'd already envisaged it'll be that day. It was hectic. Most of which were very boring.
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I finally stepped out of the classroom around 6:17 PM, exhausted.
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Janet was at the exit of the hallway, waiting for me. She was looking ravishing as always.
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Janet ran into my arms the moment I emerged from the door. (Which again, made me the envy of everyone in sight).
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This was the first time most of my course mates would be seeing Janet.

Since Janet always caused a stare (because of her ravishing body), imagine the surprise on everyone’s face when they got to know that this very hot, hot, smoking hot "goddess", had been waiting for this "not so special" JJC after all.
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The fact that Paul was not just speaking to a fine girl, but also even holding her by her waist surely caused wagging tongues.

I loved every bit of it.
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Janet told me how much she'd missed me as we walked towards her lodge (not far from the school). She wasn’t just saying it. Every indication pointed towards it being true.

I still couldn’t believe that such a girl could feel so strongly about me; ordinary me fa.
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I was soon seating in front of a homemade meal (semo and egusi soup). Its aroma was out of this world and it tasted equally amazing.

Janet is also an amazing cook.
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After dinner, Janet and I held a conversation for a bit, before I told her that I'll like to be on my way home.

Janet walked me to where I got on a bike before she kissed goodnight.
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Seconds after I got home, my phone rang.

It was Jasmine.

I looked at my watch and it read 9:12 PM.
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"Hi Paul, how was your day?" Jasmine asked, excitedly.

"Stressful like I already knew it'd be.” I replied, tiredly. “And how was yours?"

"It was good, my darling but the best part is still yet to come and the day is still young".
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I looked at my watch again to be sure that I'd read it correctly the first time. I even took a peek through my window to be sure that it was actually "PM" and not "AM".

But of course I was right. It was indeed 9:12 PM.
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"I am just about hitting the shower now, Paul. What do you say you meet me at Bloops, in an hour?" Jasmine said, in a manner that didn’t really depict a question that gave me a choice for an answer.
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"Bloops" was the hottest thing in town. It was a spot that had a mix of everything for your relaxation and viewing pleasure. Once you are in, you are assured to remain inside until you've wrecked your bank account.
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Bloops hosted at least, one live band featuring a favorite artists, “every night”.
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Upcoming; not coming; already arrived artists, performed on Bloop's stage, every night.
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Bloops also have a strip club.

Lap dance was just two thousand, five hundred naira and you are sometimes even allowed to touch oranges sef.

Ha!
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"I'll be there in forty five minutes. Please don't keep me waiting". I found myself saying without necessarily thinking about it, before I hung up and begun to freshen up.

To be continued...

MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 20
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I had to readjust my seating position at the sound of the question.
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"Paul! I said, am I interrupting another sex session?" The question came again.

"Please who is this?" I managed to mutter.
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Something about the tone of this question got me uneasy. The calmness; the precision; the conviction in it, sent my mind places.

My heart skipped in irregular beats. The pace at which was suddenly dazing. I broke into a sweat the moment my mind strayed to whom I’d presumed was on the other end of my call.

I sensed trouble, I just didn't know what kind.
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"My name is barrister Mark. I am the landlord of the house you currently reside in. Multiple reports coming in from the lodge this morning say that you did not allow fellow occupants of that property recline in peace last night. They even said that that wasn't the first time either. Paul, what do you have to say for yourself?"
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I felt cold shivers run down my spine. I tried very hard to hold the phone to my ear but it was now seemingly difficult to, especially with the state at which my hands were suddenly in.
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Barrister Mark didn't need to have made all that lengthy introductions. Of course I knew who he was. He was my father's friend; my father's best friend. They've been friends since childhood.

In other words, Barrister Mark abi Uncle Mark (like I fondly call him) is my "godfather".
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I got this admission with Uncle Mark’s help; with his influence.

Uncle Mark gave me this room in his lodge, for free. “It’s the least I can do joor. You can call it my own little contribution; my seed into Paul’s academic sojourn”. He’d told my father; his friend turned brother.
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I opened my mouth to say something; anything at all but words eluded me.
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"I don't understand what you're talking about sir." I finally found myself muttering.

"You don't understand what, Paul? Are you suddenly daft?" Barrister Mark threw at me, indignantly.
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"I also heard the same noise last night. It was so loud and discomforting. It certainly didn’t come from my room. I am shocked to hear that I’ve been pinned to it. This is a complete fabrication Sir; a false accusation." I said, in a single breath.
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"Paul!" Uncle Mark called out.

"Sir".

"Open the door for me!"

“Huh?”

“You heard me. I am by your door. Open the door for me my friend!” Uncle Mark commanded.
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At this point, it was as though the ground should open and just have me for whatever it deemed befitting.

I was naked. Like, not a single cloth on, "NAKED". My room was in a mess too. Janet and I had scattered; littered the whole place in the heat of things.
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I scrambled to my wardrobe to get whatever I could lay my hands on, as clothing. I rearranged the room as shabbily as I could in the time I had.
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I was unlocking the door barely a minute later ( a minute that felt like an hour of having made Uncle Mark wait outside my door.).
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Uncle Mark stepped into my room. He walked past me without responding to my "Good morning Sir" greeting.

Uncle Mark went straight into the bathroom, to the kitchen and then to my wardrobe to take a peek. Only God knew what he was looking for, but whatever it was, the manner at which he left my room that morning confirmed that he didn't see it.
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"How are your studies, Paul?" Uncle Mark asked, with a straight face.

"Very fine, uncle. It has been very tasking though but I guess if it wasn't, it wouldn't have been considered schooling to begin with". I said with a grin, hoping it'll be humor enough to crack Uncle Mark a smile but I was wrong; it didn’t.
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Uncle Mark scanned me from head to toe with an eye that seemed to see through all my mischiefs.
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Uncle Mark spoke a few words of admonition before he left. He dipped his hand in and out of his pocket and handed me some naira notes.

(I counted later to discover that they were five notes of five hundred naira, each.)
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I got back into my room shortly after I walked Uncle Mark to his car.

I laid face flat on my bed, trying to take everything in; trying to wrap my head around what'd just happened and how closely I'd dodged a bullet when my phone began to ring again.

It was a number that I was not familiar with. At first, I thought it was Uncle Mark again. I thought he was calling back this time, to tell me that he'd gotten more evidence nailing me to the accusation, but I was wrong.
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I reluctantly picked up the call as it was just about to end.

"Hello" I called out.

"Hi Paul. Am I interrupting another sex session?"

To be continued...
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Moshood Avidiime The Writer

MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 19
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Janet chuckled at the sound of that question. She was not in a haste to rearrange herself. She took her time quite alright. Then when she was done rearranging, she leaned forward, planted me a very passionate kiss, unlocked the door, and then walked out.

I followed, almost immediately after Janet.
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Janet walked elegantly past the lady that'd asked the question, without even as much as acknowledging her presence.

I would have bounced past too, if only I hadn't previously met this lady.

She was Jasmine.
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Jasmine was staring at me with a facial expression, a mix of everything. From desire to disgust, to disbelief, Jealousy and scorn.

It was in that split second of "walk-by" but Jasmine’s demeanor wasn't encrypted at all.
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The party was an all-night affair.

I'd never had so much to drink in one night.
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As at the time we got back into the club, everyone had transitioned from the soft organized birthday frenzy, to the business of the night.

The DJ was "on fire".

The dance floor was now being maximally utilized. With literally everyone displaying amazing mastery of their body part's movement.

It was indeed, a sight to behold.
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It was my first time ever, in a club. Everything in there fascinated me. From the beautiful girls that were grinding on the guys, to the guys that were trying as best as possible to steal a dance. From some very possessive boyfriends that wouldn't let any guy even look at their girlfriend, to my personal favorite; those girls that were around, primarily for “business” (the Oloshos).
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The fun was nonstop. There were lots of cheers, especially when there were momentary match ups; peer ups for dance battles. Boys went up against girls and same sex went against themselves.

Very fine girls showcased how flexible their waists can be, in twerking.
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I sat down watching, as Janet entertained me. I sat with my legs crossed; with a bottle in hand, as I watched Janet tease other guys; guys who could "kill" just to be me that night.

Janet led these guys on and in the heat of things, she'll walk over to plant me a kiss,
establishing to them who the "Boss" of her was.
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We left that party around three in the morning.
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I wondered how I was able to still find my way home in my "messed-up" state.
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The second we got inside my room, Janet pushed me to the wall and our tongues began to wrestle.

Janet's hand was all over my body. She reached down to my belt and expertly unbuckled it. My pants dropped to the floor instantly.
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Janet got on her knees. She took out my "member". She licked my balls, then up the length of my stick.
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When Janet got to the top, she sucked the head into her mouth, sucked on it and began stroking me. Stopping to lick and lubricate me further, she went back to sucking the top half of my stick while stroking the rest.

Janet ran her tongue underneath, then up, licking around the top, picking up some pre-gum.
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I wanted to close my eyes and drift away on the unbelievable feelings, but I needed to watch this babe with my stick in her mouth looking up at me.

Janet's dark eyes locked on mine, humming and making noises, telling me she was enjoying me; she liked having me in her mouth.
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When I felt myself getting near, I warned Janet. To my great delight she said, "In my mouth, I want to taste you, Paul." Then back to sucking.

Oh jeez. It felt great.
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I shot spurt after spurt in Janet's mouth. She swallowed most. Some ran down her chin.
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My head exploded as I pumped into Janet, bottoming out inside of her again and again.

Complete euphoria. All energy bursting out of me.

I collapsed immediately after I’d taken my time to return the favor on Janet, about two hours later, out of breath and seeing stars from my orgasm.
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I woke up that morning to discover that Janet was nowhere to be found. Every indication pointed towards the fact that she was gone.

I was still very much "hung over" from the night before.
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I woke up very tired and hungry. So hungry that I felt like an elephant would only be an appetizer at this point.
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I rushed into the kitchen to fix myself something; anything I could lay my hands upon.

"Anything will do for a start right now." I told myself.
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Every tiny sound was deafening. My head ached badly. My head was literally banging.
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I'd made beans the previous day and my joy knew no bounds when I got into the kitchen to discover that the one I'd left for Sam (my best friend) was still inside the pot, very untouched.

I quietly lit the gas, placed the pot back on top of its burner while I scrambled for garri, inside one of the kitchen cabinets.
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Every act of mine that morning was as though, controlled by an invisible remote.

I knew I was acting weird but more than anything, I was certain that this weirdness was necessary for my survival at that moment.
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I'd merely sat down to eat when my phone began to ring.

The ringtone was deafening.

I was too hungry, too tired to talk, so I let the phone ring after placing it on silent.

The persistence of this call prompted me to pick it up after the sixth (very little space in-between) attempts to reach me.

“It must be something important”. I thought to myself.
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I was almost done with my food at this point.
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"He…hello!"

"Hi Paul, am I disturbing another sex session?"

To be continued...

Happy Sunday Babies and guyzzzz


MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 18
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I turned around to discover Janet standing, staring at me with a smile on her face. Her smile was charming. It was contagious. I didn't even bother to wonder how she found me or knew that this particular toilet was where I was taking the leak.
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I washed up and immediately after I pushed the “flush button”, Janet put a hand on my cheek and pulled my face close enough, she could breathe in my ear. “Paul, I need you to screw me, right now.”
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My response to this, was definitely not verbal.
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I'd been drooling over Janet all night long. She'd been seducing me since the moment we walked into this party.

Even though I knew that Jasmine was all mine; even though I knew that it was certain; I’ll be laying Jasmine that night, with this invitation, I couldn't wait. There was no point to. The anticipation has been killing me. Jasmine had only just been an amazing distraction.
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I reached between Janet's legs, then started rubbing the mound that was now dripping wet.

Janet had a G-string on. I merely had to move it to one side to gain access.
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I could feel Janet's hot button swelling immediately. She widened the gap between her thighs and began to hump her back. I could feel her getting ready to climax but didn’t want her to start yelping so I reached inside my pocket for a handkerchief. I put it to her lips, she opened her mouth, and I stuffed it in.
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Moments later Janet was staring at me with wide, passionate eyes and a handkerchief jammed between her teeth when she launched into the clouds on a trip of ecstasy. The rush of air through her nostrils was the only noise she made.
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I quickly reached for the door to ensure it was perfectly secured.
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The club, like most other soundproof systems, didn't assure Janet's moans would be drowned by sound at this area, hence the precautions.
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As Janet's chest rose and fell while she relaxed on the downside of her orgasm, I put a hand over the firm mound of her left oranges. Janet pushed the handkerchief out of her mouth with her tongue then put a hand over mine and pressed it to her orange. She put her eyes on mine, then smiled.
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I tweaked the now very exposed pointed knuckle which caused Janet’s lids to flutter. I played with Janet's pointed knuckles while she slipped a hand over my joystick and began to encourage another session.
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Janet and I played, felt and got hotter until my erection were what we both wanted it to be.
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I pushed Janet so she was facing away from me, then she lifted her top leg, reached between hers and grabbed my erection.
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Janet pumped my erection three or four times, then rubbed the head against her honeypot. She loosened her grip, then with just her fingertips, she put it where she wanted it.

I slipped into Janet's wet tunnel and began to pound her, totally silent, totally lost in her hot velvet pot.
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Maybe eight or nine minutes after I started drilling Janet, she started flopping a hand around, looking for something. I paused and pulled out, then whispered in her ear, “What?”

I barely heard the answer “The handkerchief, where is it?”
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I'd held it from dropping to the ground as Janet pushed it out earlier, almost in the same fashion as I did Jasmine's purse and had returned it to my pocket.
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I took out the handkerchief and handed it to Janet.

Janet jammed the handkerchief in her mouth again then arched her back, pressing her behind against my groin.

I slid my erection back into her then heard the muffled sigh, as she took every inch, I could give her.
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My muscles were tensing; my stick was bloated with gum; I was ready to erupt.

Janet’s body was flowing in waves against me; her honeypot flooded with wet heat.
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When I pulled out of Janet, she pushed back on me, trying to keep me imprisoned in her body. She felt me pulling back but put a hand on my hips and pulled me tight against her. She didn’t want me to pull out, so I breathed a warning close to her ear, “I’m going shoot, Janet. I am c...”

Janet didn’t say anything, she couldn’t, with the handkerchief in her mouth but the hand on my behind gripped even harder. The strength of her grip as she held me, let me know I didn’t have to pull out.

My erection clenched, then I started to spurt, deep inside Janet.
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Janet must have been teetering on the edge too because when I slammed tight against her, she groaned and started vibrating from legs to head.
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Janet came in sync with the erection pulsing in her.

Just as Janet stopped shaking, we heard a female's voice right outside the door...

“Aren't you guys done yet?”

To be continued...
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Moshood Avidiime The Writer

Just like I promised...... Thank you for sticking with me.

-: we didn't win the contest, but it's fine I gat you'll and that's a huge win *big hugs*

MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 17
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I'd never been more proud in my life, as I walked Janet out of my room that morning.

As luck would have it, everyone in my lodge were all gathered in the center of the compound. They were having a meeting. A meeting I was supposed to be a part of, but certainly not before I saw my "baby" off.
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Our caretaker (who was the anchor of the meeting) was suddenly lost for words at the sight of Janet.
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Janet elegantly “cat walked” past them.
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No one could even find the voice to respond to Janet's "hi", in astonishment.

They were star struck; spellbound.
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Janet was just perfect. She was a mix of everything sweet. She was beautiful, sassy, sexy, curvy, eye popping, jaw dropping, assuredly drooling and most importantly, she was "Mine”.

Janet was all mine.
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I saw a lot of lustful eyes in the guys. Their faces screamed “desire”. This made me even prouder.

The fact that I had something everyone wanted but could never have, made my head swell.
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The demeanor I noticed, splattered all over the face of my compound ladies, was that of envy. It was very obvious. Some of them probably even felt intimidated. I mean who wouldn’t? Janet was everything they wish they could be; Janet was everything they knew they’d never be, even if they went under the knife.
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I walked proudly past them. My hand rested perfectly on Janet's waist as though it'd been "tailor made" for that part of her body.
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I flagged down a bike for Janet and just before she left, she leaned over and planted me a kiss.

It was sensual. Very sensual.

I immediately felt an electrifying sensation run through my entire body.
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At first, I thought it was "butterflies". I mean, I’d already begun to feel the “strong connection” Janet spoke about earlier. Everything about Janet already excited me.

But that was not the case. That had absolutely nothing to do with how this parting kiss had left me.

Then I discovered that Janet had passed me something, during that kiss. Something I now had in my mouth.
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Janet winked at me as her bike sped off immediately after.
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It was a "Gum".

Janet had transferred into my mouth, a gum she'd been chewing all morning long and for some reason, I took great pleasure in continuing from where she'd stopped for the remainder of that day, as though my life depended on it.
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From that day, Janet made sure to make herself available for me, whenever I desired. She said “I am everything you need, Paul. I can’t have your silly excuse for cheating on me, be because I was not around when you needed me.”
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True to her words, Janet made sure that I didn't lack anything, especially “monetary”. She frequently surprised me; spoiled me silly with random gifts.

Janet pampered me to a fault. She practically did everything a guy was primarily known to do, to keep his girl.
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Janet invited me over one time, for her friend's birthday party. It was just on "papers" that her friend was the celebrant, Janet stole the show.
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The dress Janet stepped out in, that night, graciously complemented her gorgeousness.

I was literally drooling.

Janet had brushed me up so well that I complimented her perfectly.
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Janet’s incredible mastery of every sensory part in her body was spellbinding.

Janet was exceptional on the dance floor. She does everything with flair, yet seeming effortless.
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One would have assumed that, since I had everything a man could ever have asked for in one being; in Janet, I shouldn't have a cause to even want to "turn the other cheek". Well, I thought so too.
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I was pressed, so I'd taken an excuse from Janet and our host, to go “take a leak”.
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This birthday party was held in a three star hotel. It had a club which served as the venue for this party.
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The restroom area is built in such a way that a single door leads towards multiple toilets; toilets shared by both male and female.
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This was where I met Jasmine.
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Jasmine was almost equally a sight to behold. Her kind of beauty was different from the drool Janet gave.

This particular night, Jasmine was dressed to kill. I mean, I know it’s a club and dress for such an occasion is usually distinct but Jasmine certainly stood out.
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Jasmine was beautifully dressed in a white top and a very hot, hot, red mini skirt. The skirt held her body firmly, revealing one of the best curves I'd even seen.

Jasmine was a slim, fair, elegant, averagely tall beautiful specimen to behold. She had a very beautiful; eye popping; jaw dropping behind to go with.

Jasmine reeked of confidence. She smelt amazing too.
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Jasmine and I bumped into each other in the passage leading to the restroom.

Jasmine was on her way out while I was just on my way in. The bump caused Jasmine’s purse to fall from her hands and if I’d not been quick enough to have intercepted the "glasslike" bag from hitting the floor, it would have definitely shattered.
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For some reason, this act had impressed Jasmine so much, she wanted to know me more.
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I apologized for my carelessness but Jasmine was quick to dismiss it. She said it was equally her fault. She said if she had paid attention to where she was heading, instead of having her eyes planted in her phone, she would have seen me coming, thereby, averting the accident.
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Jasmine thanked me for saving her heart the pain of losing such an expensive purse, had it fallen to the ground and shattered.
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“My name is Jasmine. I am a three hundred level, social studies education student. It’s nice to meet you…”

“…Paul. My name is Paul.” I said, with a smile as I reached to take Jasmine’s hand in a handshake.

Mehn! Those hands were soft.
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Jasmine requested my phone number. “I know that a handsome guy like you wouldn’t be here all by yourself but I'd like to know you. Something tells me that you are a very interesting sombori.” Jasmine said, with a giggle. “I’ll have to figure out that part for myself, though.”
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Jasmine offered to take me out, sometime. She insisted that she’d like to thank me for saving her heart from the pain, had she lost this purse. “You won’t understand, Paul. This purse actually cost a small fortune”. Jasmine said, with a smile. “You have to come out with me, guy. It’s the least I can do.”
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I handed Jasmine her purse and bade her goodbye, then continued my walk to the restroom.
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I got into a session of the toilet and began to take a leak.
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I was still playing the tape that featured Jasmine in my head when I was to be startled by a cold; soft hand.

This hand laid gently on my shoulder, the soothing it could ever be.

To be continued...

Hey babies � you'll missed me right cos'I did too and am so sorry for the late post.
Thanks for the comments, likes and interactions..... You'll are so sweet and I wanna cry.
Another episode this night *kisses* babies.

MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 16
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I looked at Janet, startled.

I could not believe my ears. “Why in heaven’s name would this one even ask me such a silly question?” I thought to myself. “A guy as young as me? married ke! Not even just married, as in, in present tense o, but in the past? Haba! This girl never begin dey mad like this ni?”
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I did not know how to answer Janet’s question. It was too awkward. I couldn't even begin to form the words, in response.
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Janet hadn't blinked since she asked me that question. She was now staring. Her stare was piercing.
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Janet’s cold stare was suddenly making me uncomfortable.

It soon developed me, a stutter.
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I took a deep breath; I nervously opened my mouth to speak but then, I was not sure what to say or even, what I was expected to say.
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The answer to this question was simple. "I've never been married before". But then, this seemingly "very simple" answer suddenly felt like the "wrong" one.
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I suddenly felt a very strong strange feeling.

It was more like uttering what I knew; what I am very sure was "true" to the hearing of Janet, being suddenly all shades of wrong.
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"Paul! What is there to think about na? This is a simple question. A simple question that requires either a yes or a no response." Janet said, readjusting her sitting position. “Paul, have you been married before?”
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I managed to mutter "No".

Then the scorn on Janet's face in reaction to my response got my heart racing; pounding so hard; so fast.
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All these were strange. I felt as though I would pass out any moment from having run out of breath.
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"Will you like to think about that response again, Paul or is that your final answer?" Janet asked, still staring deep into my eyes.
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"I...I dunno. No…Yes…See...Jane! What exactly do you want to hear and why are you even asking me this kind of question?" I managed to throw at Janet, confusingly.
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Janet smiled. Her smile was not the usual kind; it was not your regular voluntary or involuntary expression of amusement.

Janet’s smile had a more coded meaning to it. It was glaring, yet it wasn't.
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Before I could process what this smile meant, Janet asked... "Who is Oluchi to you?"

"Who is, who?"� I asked. Now even more confused.

Again, a question in present tense.
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"I've never heard that name in my life". I said.

"Are you sure?"
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It actually took me a while to remember who “Oluchi” was.
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If that name hadn’t been the only Oluchi I’d ever come across, I am sure I wouldn’t have known what or who Janet was talking about.

I'd had to wrack my head for the answer to Janet's question and when I finally did, my jaw was on the floor in shock.

I was shocked; puzzled and confused, all at the same time.
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Janet let out a smirk, the moment I asked to be sure, that she was referring to the same Oluchi I’d gone to the same primary school with; the same one that'd mysteriously disappeared, never to be seen again all through my remaining stay in the school.
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I couldn’t even begin to wrap my head around the coincidence in this, when Janet nodded, affirming to the fact that she was indeed, referring to the same Oluchi.
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Janet still didn’t break gaze with me the entire time.
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"We went to the same primary school." I said.

"Are you saying that she was just someone you attended school with?" Janet asked, with a facial expression depicting keen interest.
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"As far as I can remember, yes. Wait! Did you attend the same school or something?" I asked, still trying to make sense out of this mystery.

Janet chuckled. She shook her head as though sorry for how unbelievably stupid; naive I was.

"Yes Paul, I attended the same primary school and you haven’t changed a bit."
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"Oh wow! There was no way I could have recognized you from back then, Janet." I said, beaming.
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Janet's smiles kept drifting from what it ought to originally have represented to something more.

I was too distracted or not sensitive enough to have decoded that something was not adding up; something was just not right.
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Janet told me that night, that she doesn't usually “do this” (have sex) on a first date. She said she doesn't usually do this at all.
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I did not understand what Janet had meant by “I don’t usually do this at all”, especially as she no be virgin when I been enter that place earlier.

I didn’t get enough time to “process” any of it before Janet’s next words drowned my thoughts.
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“Paul, we have a connection and connecting with people is usually not my thing. I hold trust and loyalty at a very high esteem and hope we can build something out of it; out of this”. Janet said, making a gesture, signaling both of us, dramatically.
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Something about all of this just didn’t seem right.

I had to pinch myself to be sure that I wasn't dreaming.

"How could this goddess; literally the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met be telling me everything I should be on bended knees telling her?" I wondered.
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Janet is “drop dead” gorgeous.

Janet is everything every guy my age could kill, just to have a clear image of her in their head, as they self-service.
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“The same girl I am still trying to wrap my head around the magic responsible for me to have had her on a platter, is currently telling me I could have her for keeps? What else could a Hot fresher ask for?" I thought to myself.
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I told Janet that I am big on loyalty as well and as long as she'll stay loyal to me, I promised to be good; to stick to her.
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“Are you sure about this, Paul? Janet asked, with the cutest smile I’d ever seen.
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"How could she even be asking me such an obvious question?" Again, I wondered.
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"If you stay loyal to me, Paul, I'll treat you well. You'll achieve things beyond your imagination.Amongst your peers, you'll always rank first…"
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In my mind I was like "Having you to brag with, amongst my friends alone is enough achievement. Just leave every other matters for Matthias, jare."
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But, little did I know what Janet had meant by those words.

To be continued...

MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 15


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It didn’t take too long before Janet eased up to me. She was soon laughing very hard to my jokes.

Janet initiated body contact in ways I could never have dared to; not in that short period of time.
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Janet was a great dancer. I was able to cheer her up, enough to show me some dance skills.

Janet grinded on me, good, during a dance to a performance that was going on stage. So much so, that she gave me a “bonner”.
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I summoned courage to ask the only question that mattered to me at that point. It could earn me a slap or lose me a potential "knack" but hey! "What tha heck, yeah?"
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"What do you say we go back over to my place after the show, Jane?" I whispered into Jane’s ear. My heart was pounding so hard in anticipation of the uncertainty of what could possibly be Janet’s response to this “bold” question of mine.
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In all honesty; in response to my question, I wasn't expecting anything less than a "What do you take me for?” Then maybe a scornful snub, accompanied by a long hiss.

But to my astonishment, Janet who had been grinding on me the entire time, turned around so she could probably see the lips that just made way for those words.

With a tipsy gaze, Janet smiled and said, "Fine".

“Fine?” I couldn’t believe my ears. I could not believe how this very hot! Hot! Hot! Girl, had just agreed to come over with me to my place. I was too carried away by anxiety; too apprehended to have even wondered why everything was going so smoothly; too smoothly for someone I'd only just met.
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I’d landed a big fish. I didn’t see the need to wait for the show to be over.

As soon as Janet gave me the nod that we could be on our way home, I found myself reaching for my phone and dialing my personal “okada man’s” number.

He picked Jane and me at the school gate shortly after.
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Janet and I went in and out of the shower the moment we got home, individually.
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I came back out to meet Janet wrapped in one of my towels. The shortest I had.

I knew this was most likely an invitation for us to get down with “the matter at hand” but I didn’t know where to start from.
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I’d had intercourse before now but never with a girl as hot as Jane.
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I didn’t know whether to make the first move and if I chose to, I didn’t know when the right time to, was.
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“Guy, you too dull! Person follow you come home; tie towel sit down for bed dey form sexy. You still dey here dey ask yeye question abi?” My mind queried.

It had a point. I eventually braced up to make “the move” and the reception I got, screamed "What took you so long?"
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Janet's legs were pale and beautiful. I pulled them apart.
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When I pressed the head of my boxer-covered joystick into her panties, Jane’s wetness soaked a bit, through the fabric. She looked at me flushed and helplessly.

I fell onto her body.

She wrapped her legs around my back.

We were wet and warm together, underneath the duvet.
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Sometimes, I'll push into Janet and keep pushing, like I want to break through. She’d push her heels into my backside to encourage more of it. I liked it.
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At one point, we were watching my boner swirl into the florality of her panties.
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There was lots of moaning.
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We both paused in a moment of self-awareness. We sounded so peculiar. We shared a laugh before Janet got on top of me.

“Does this feel good, Paul?” she asked.

I nodded my head.
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My shaft was pinned against my belly because Janet was sliding her wet panties along it. Her weight was pressed hard and hot. She was making cute little gyrations, short but fast.
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The band of my boxers was wet with pre-gum. We were interlocking fingers while Janet slid on me.

The pace soon picked up. Janet seemed intent on a particular friction.

“Damn! Paul. I’m going to cu…,” she announced, breathlessly. “Hold on!”
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Concentrating on Janet’s face, eyes closed, quick breaths in sync with her humps.
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The hard breaths finally stopped. Janet’s mouth, still open. Pressing me hard.
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The silence in the room broke with a loud yelp. Something wholly unfamiliar from a girl of Janet’s demeanor.

Janet slided slowly along me, strong and with intent. Eyes open. A few more humps along my joystick, finishing what needed to be completed.
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“Take it off” Janet whispered.
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I took off my boxers in a hurry.
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Janet made to toss the towel away, while I pulled her panties down her ankles.

Janet’s hand emerged from the covers, dropping our clothes off the bed.
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Back under the covers, I took my throbbing erection and slid it back to where it was.
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Now underneath the entrance of Janet's honey pot. It was so warm; so wet. Her wetness was noticeable on my shaft, which made it easier for me to slide against her lips. Again and again.
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Janet rubbed my wet joystick with her hand every time it slid closer to her.

She held her wet hand slightly open and I humped into it. I loved the sound as my joystick slid into the inviting creases of her sloppy hand. For a time, there was nothing else to be heard.
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From behind, I put two fingers into Janet's honeypot. My fingers were sliding up into her and stroking her pot walls with a "come here" motion.

“Ooooooh, Paaaaul.” Janet cried. She took my hard joystick and slapped it against her pot’s lips a couple of times.

My joystick was now nuzzled into those lips, tight and cozy.

What a wonderful feeling it was.
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I cozied my head behind Janet’s, kissing her neck softly.

“Do you want it inside you?” I enquired, whispering.

“Yeesss.” Janet managed to mutter, amidst heavy pants.
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Janet turned around and looked at me like she knew I was trouble. She then put a hand to my chest to help herself get on top of me.
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Janet was now on top, underneath the duvet still. Her head was hovering just above mine.

I could feel her hairy honeypot stroking my joystick down below.
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“Paul, I think communication is key, don’t you agree?” Jane asked.

“I do.” I muttered from underneath, wondering what other communication was more important than this one right here.
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I heard Jane’s wet pot’s lips lapping my joystick with her juices. The covers were moving up and down, very softly.
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“I think it’s really important we communicate while we do this. Just like we did earlier.”

I opened my mouth to say something but Janet put her finger to her mouth, a motion to shush me.
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Now, my joystick’s head, which was attentive and fully upright the whole time, felt a wet gripping sensation wrapping around it. I looked at Janet with arched eyebrows. A sly smile curls from her lips. Finger to her mouth. "Shushh"
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“We need to talk things out,” Janet said. “We must.”
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My joystick was enveloped by something tight; warm; embracing and perfect. Too perfect.

“Oh my goodnessssssss.”

“Oh my….! Janet.”

Janet shushed me again. “I know, Paul, communication is so important.”
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Our lips were interlocked; kissing while Janet was slowly milking my joystick with her honeypot, very slowly, up and all the way down.
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I held my joystick in Janet because she seemed to shudder just the right way, like she was running out of breath.
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Janet made me feel like I was in complete control of her, like she was helpless to what I gave her. It was a feeling that simultaneously excited but terrified me. I was happy, though, because as her honeypot gripped my joystick, I felt just as helpless, drowning in something so pure and earnest that I thought Janet could destroy me that very moment and there was nothing I could do about it.
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I grabbed Janet’s hips from underneath the covers and guided her onto me more swiftly.

Every now and then, Janet catches her breath and swallows, like she desperately needed it to survive.
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We weren’t even attempting to talk now. We were just breathing; moaning.
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Janet’s face was flushed red. The bottom of her two front teeth reveal themselves slightly like static tic tacs. Her eyes were closed.
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My face, I imagined, appeared dumbfounded; joyous, just watching Janet appear so pleased.

As far as I was concerned, it meant that I was doing an incredible job.
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“You’re gorgeous,” I said.

“What...a....gentleman…” Janet said, with a chuckle.
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Janet slid herself off me, and the ribbing; gripping sensation of her removal from myself puts me over the edge.
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I was shooting load after load onto Jane’s leg and the duvet below, to the point that we both saw splotches of wetness soaking through the duvet.
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Janet laughed and brought her head to mine, for a kiss.

Our tongues danced.
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“Oh my goodness! You’re amazing.” I complimented Janet.

“Thank you! Except...I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Janet said, with a kinky smile. “But I must say, I am a bit surprised that this happened though”.

“A bit surprised by what happened?” I asked.

Janet smiled and said. “I don't usually do one night stands. Something about you is just different.”
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I smiled back and just before I could tell Janet that I am not surprised; that I’d heard that line before, Janet dumped the question on me.
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"Paul, have you ever been married before?"

To be continued...
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MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

EPISODE 14
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It wasn't so hard for me to forget Oluchi. As far as my very tender mind was concerned, her relevance was basically centered on the food she constantly filled my belly with, every time I was deprived of it, by my stepmother.
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Since the deliverance and counselling, my stepmother had been best behaved. Her change was tremendous. For the first time in “Never”, my stepmother treated me like one of her own. She paid attention to my needs and every time she served food, she made sure that my portion was the biggest.

So you see, I had no reason to miss Oluchi.
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My step mother began treating me like an egg. Hardly did she raise her hands on me. Depending on what my offense was, she would usually only scream at me, and that was it.
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From where we were coming from to where we'd gotten, for me, this was a huge transformation.
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Years passed. I rounded up my primary and secondary school education, then I became a JAMB regular customer.

I wrote JAMB regularly to the extent that one time, I didn’t need to pay for my JAMB form. The owner of the cyber café where I frequent, offered to pay for it. “You’ve earned this”, he said.

I still did not make it into the university that year.
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I’d written JAMB and either failed to get the cut off marks to these universities I’d applied to or I’d passed JAMB, written post UTME examinations and did not make the school’s cut off mark.

Other times, it was practically because I had no one to be that "extra push".
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It was a frustrating time in my life.
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I finally secured admission into the university in my ninth attempt.

I had to travel down to the school just to see my name on the notice board. Even at that, I still couldn’t believe my eyes.
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That day ranks up there as one of the happiest day; happiest moment of my life.
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Settling into my new environment was not so difficult for me. I’d waited for so long to break away from my father; from home, that the moment this admission came through, all I could do was count down the days I had left in that house by the seconds.

I already began to see myself as a visitor, rather than a member of the house.
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The buzz about "fresher's night" (a social gathering usually organized for new students in the university) was loud; very loud. It had been the only thing on every student’s lips the week before.
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We looked forward to this event. The anticipation; the expectations from stories of previous similar events held in the school and its outcome, made seven days seem as though, seven months.
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The long awaited day finally came. The hall was jam-packed, hours before the show was scheduled to even begin.
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When the show finally began, it was everything as advertised.

Every act leaves you wondering if any other performance could match up.

The organizers of the show definitely put in work.
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We were treated to one unbelievable; breathtaking; fun filled act after the other, in back to back successions. There was a lot of dancing, singing, drama, comedy and even a pageant to determine who the most beautiful girl in “our set” was.
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Everyone was certainly having a swell time. My boys and I are inclusive.
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From where I sat down (having the best time of my life), I sighted this beautifully dark, talk, slim, very curvy sassy looking girl by the corner. She was puffing away a cigarette.

This fine human was standing all by herself. An indicator that she was just “ripe for the picking”.
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"Omoh! I dey come" I told Sam (my best friend) before I proceeded, bouncing towards the unknown.
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"Hi! My name is Paul." I said, licking my lips as though they were mint.
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This fine human looked at me with a facial expression that loudly depicted the question, "who be this one na?"

I didn't let that one deter my hunt though.
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"I've been seated from across…” motioning towards where my boys and I have been seating down. “…and couldn't help but wonder what a gorgeous lady like yourself is doing, standing all by herself. Is everything okay?" I asked as audible as I could, so that she could hear me amidst the loud music, looking genuinely concerned.

This fine human, who had been looking away the whole time, seeming uninterested in what I had to say, turned to lock eyes with me. Then simple nodded, before she looked away again.
She took a drag from the cigarette she was holding, forming a fog off of its puff.
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"Can I at least know your name?" I asked.

With a facial expression now seeming to be disturbed, she retorted, "Jane!”

"Sorry, I didn't get that." I said, having had her voice drowned by the noise in the background.

"My name is Janet. My friends call me Jane". She said, this time, a little bit calmer and a lot more audible.
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"That is a beautiful name you've got. It's no surprise though. It compliments you perfectly." I said, with a teasing smile.

Janet looked at me with an "are you for real?" facial expression, then smiled in response to my compliment.
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I was not sure if Janet thought those words “cheesy” or “sweet” and I honestly didn't care.
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Janet and I hit it off from that point real quick; quicker than I could have ever imagined. So much so that I had Janet touching her toes barely an hour later, as I rammed her from behind.

To be continued...

MY SPIRITUAL WIFE

Episode 13.
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My Daddy stood startled. He stared at his wife, as she confessed to have killed his; their children.
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Daddy’s eyes were burning red. I bet he couldn’t believe any of these either. His facial expression at this point depicted trying to digest everything he’d heard.

Daddy appeared bemused, momentarily.
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Amidst still trying to process what he’s heard; Daddy suddenly began to advance aggressively towards my stepmother.

Daddy made a move on his wife but was intercepted halfway; before he could execute what he had in mind.
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"Brother John No! No!" Pastor Isaac debunked. "These are familiar spirits at work. You should know better than this, brother John. You should know better than to lose your temper in the house of the Lord; on your wife; on a woman God is already treating her case."
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My daddy heaved a deep sigh, then buried his head to the ground in shame.
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Daddy is a shy guy. I couldn’t even begin to imagine the magnitude of embarrassment he’d felt at that moment. The fact that he’d allowed his emotions to get the better part of him, enough to have made that move on my stepmother earlier, didn’t even help matters.
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"The church” went berserk with murmur.

Everyone suddenly had something to say but no one was actually saying anything.
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Pastor Isaac ordered that my stepmother be taken into his office.

A few trusted; much "supposed" anointed men of God; prayer warriors were handpicked to accompany my stepmother into the pastor’s office.
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My Daddy quietly walked in behind them.
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Service resumed again shortly after they'd carried my stepmother away.

Pastor Nicholas (the assistant pastor) continued from where he’d stopped preaching. And because of what had happened moments before, the trajectory of his preaching took a turn.
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Pastor Isaac and everyone that’d gone into his office, remained in there, for the remainder of the church program.
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Service rounded up.

One after the other, people began to exit the church.
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Almost everyone that’d come to church that morning had now gone home.

A couple more hours passed, yet there was no sign that Daddy or my stepmother was coming out of the pastor’s office anytime soon.
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I could still hear intense prayers going on in pastor Isaac's office from where I sat (alone on one of the chairs, inside the church).

I eventually got tired of sitting down for so long; waiting for them to come out, so I stood up and walked out of the church.

I went outside to wait for daddy and my stepmother under a tree, just in front of the church premises.
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I stood out there longer than I’d sat inside the church, waiting.

I'd stood so long, that I began to get very impatient; agitated.
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None of us had eaten anything that morning.

Because I knew that daddy was due to arrive later that day; because I knew that daddy will be coming back home with us (from church) got me very excited.

This excitement was different.

It came with the anticipation of eating from the rice my stepmother had dished into the cooler for when we returned from church.

I was certain that there was no way I wouldn’t eat from it.

Daddy will definitely invite me to join him on the dining table (that is in case my stepmother had decided to be mean again and deprive me of my own share).
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I was still lost in daydreaming about that rice when a loud sound from the main entrance door of the church snapped me back to consciousness.

I raised my head; looked over to see two men springing out from the church; sprinting towards me.
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I recognized the faces very well. They were part of the prayer warriors that’d carried my stepmother into the pastor’s office earlier.

Brother Solomon and brother Jeremiah’s faces were mean looking. Their stares were piercing and of purpose. They ran towards me as fast as their legs could sprint, not taking their eyes off me the entire time.
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I didn't need anyone to tell me what was happening.

I didn’t even want to know what was happening.

The look on these men’s faces already depicted that all was not well. So, on that note, I took to my heels.




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My short legs could only sprint me so far before I got apprehended.

I was lifted off the floor, high up in the sky as though a sacrifice unto the lord.
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The fear I got engulfed by at that moment, was indescribable. It was most likely responsible for the reason my nerves got the better part of me; why I couldn’t run fast enough.
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My face cracked for a cry but I didn't; I couldn't.
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Not a single word of “nonviolent intent” was uttered. Instead, Brother Solomon and brother Jeremiah began to speak in tongues, intensely.

At this point, I was too scared; too terrified to even cry or scream in a manner that’d be a “distress call”.
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We got back inside the church.

I locked eyes with daddy.

At this point, Daddy was standing side by side my stepmother (who now looked much better than the last time I saw her) and pastor Isaac, all seemingly waiting for my arrival.
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You see all those emotions from earlier? The ones that fear couldn't allow me to express when Brother Solomon and Brother Jeremiah held me high up in the sky on our way back into the church? All those emotions came pouring down on me.

I suddenly began to scream my lungs out.

I was screaming so loud, anyone would have assumed that one of them on sight had a knife in hand, and I'd been told that the next second was going to be my last, on earth.
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"KEEP QUIET IN THE MIGHTY NAME OF JESUS!” Pastor Isaac screamed at me.

I started wondering what "In Jesus name" was doing in ordinary "keep quiet".

Before I could process what was going on, I'd been cornered and surrounded by five equally mean looking faces.

They were all prayer warriors.

They started binding and casting, a "supposed" demons out of me.
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At first, I was more surprised at all of these weird display than concerned, until I began to feel uneasy.

I was suddenly restless.

I suddenly felt the urgent need to use the restroom.

I felt the urge to puke.

I was suddenly unnecessarily apprehensive.

I was shouting, scratching, screaming, and begging them to stop whatever it was they were doing; saying.
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I rolled all the way to the door and was just about to sprint out when "GET BACK HERE IN JESUS NAME!" got me sprinting right back.
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It was a thirty-three long minutes of torture for me.
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I woke up moments later to worship songs.

I woke up in the arms of my daddy. He was giving thanks at this point.

I looked over to my stepmother. She was staring back at me but instead of "the scornful" facial expression I was now use to, I was met with an eye of remorse.
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Apparently, my stepmother had also been delivered from those funny exhibitions (from earlier).
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We got back home and that night, I couldn't wait to tell Oluchi about what had happened; about my encounter with those brethren, from my church.

I waited and waited and waited, but Oluchi did not come as usual. Not that night, not the night after and not even the night after the one after.
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Two months passed and still, Oluchi was nowhere to be found.

Oluchi mysterious stopped coming to school too.

To be continued...