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Chapter 1: "Open the door." 11:47 p.m. Iféh's phone buzzed with a text that made her legs clench and her pulse stutter. Dozie: I'm at the hotel. Room 807. No "Hey." No "Are you awake?" Just that. Six words. Six sinful words that hit her harder than a paragraph ever could. She hadn't seen him in six months. Lagos had him. Abuja had her. There had been calls. Voice notes. Long texts. Pictures. Nudes. 2 a.m. confessions. But never skin. Never heat. Never the slide of him inside her. Until now. ⸻ She threw on a hoodie. No bra. Just her short, black silk shorts—the ones that barely covered anything. No panties. Dozie didn't like those anyway. She was already damp between her thighs, just thinking about what he might do to her when she walked into that room. ⸻ The elevator creaked like it knew what she was up to. Her heart? Pounding. 807. She didn't knock. Just opened the door. ⸻ He was sitting at the edge of the bed like a dark dream—black t-shirt, grey sweats, barefoot, and brooding. Dozie didn't say a word. He didn't have to. He stood up slowly. Walked toward her like sin in motion. And then—without a whisper of warning—he grabbed her waist, pulled her into him, and kissed her like he hadn't breathed in six months. She moaned into his mouth. His tongue tasted like whiskey and want. "You look fuckable," he growled against her neck. "I feel worse," she whispered back. The door slammed behind her. One hand. All Dozie. The other was already under her hoodie, gripping her bare breast, teasing her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her knees buckled. ⸻ "You came here without panties?" he asked. "I came here ready." That was all he needed. He peeled the hoodie off her body like he was unwrapping a gift. His mouth trailed her skin—collarbone, sternum, stomach. And then he dropped to his knees. "Dozie..." she gasped, almost afraid of what he'd do next. He didn't answer. He didn't need to. He dragged his tongue slowly across the damp silk of her shorts. Once. Twice. Her gasp? Immediate. He slid the shorts down, letting her step out. Then he spread her thighs and tasted her like she was dessert. Sweet. Soft. Wet. She grabbed his head, curling her fingers in his hair. "F-Bleep, Dozie..." One finger slipped into her. Then another. He curled them just right. His lips on her clit. His tongue? Wicked. "I missed the taste of you," he murmured, lips shiny with her. "You've never had it before," she whispered. "Exactly." ⸻ He lifted her—just like he'd promised in voice notes—and laid her on the bed like she was breakable. Then, slowly, he stripped. Every piece of clothing. Every inch of his body screaming power. Iféh bit her lip. That dick? Long. Thick. Hard. Already dripping for her. "You see what you do to me?" "Show me." And he did. He climbed over her. Rubbed his tip against her folds. Lazy. Slow. Wicked. "Dozie, stop teasing—" "Shhh." He slid in. Deep. All the way. Her back arched. Her lips parted in a silent moan. "You feel too fucking good," he whispered into her ear. Then he moved. ⸻ At first, he was slow. Deep. Measured. But then? Rough. Deliberate. Rhythmic. Like Lagos traffic. Like thunder. Her moans bounced off the walls. Her nails dragged down his back. "Say my name," he whispered. "Dozie..." "Louder." "Bleep, Dozie!" He flipped her over. Ass up. Face buried in the sheets. One hand on her waist. The other twisted in her braids. He entered her again—deeper this time. Fierce. She screamed into the pillow. "You're mine now," he growled. "I've always been yours," she moaned. "Say it while I Bleep the truth out of you." "I'm yours, Dozie. All yours." ⸻ Then he pulled out. Fast. She gasped. He flipped her again. Spat gently on her clit. Rubbed it with his thumb while his dick slapped against her entrance. She was drenched. "You're going to come for me," he said. "I already did," she breathed. He smirked. "Good. Now come again." He thrust back in—harder than before. His hand gripped her throat. Her eyes rolled back. Her orgasm slammed into her so hard she screamed. "F-Bleep, I'm close—Dozie, I—" "Let go. Now." And she did. ⸻ But he wasn't done. He pulled her onto his lap. Straddling him. Still pulsing. Still wet. Still trembling. He kissed her mouth like it was made of promises. Slid into her again. Deep. They rocked together. Slow. Sensual. "Look at you," he whispered. "What?" "Taking all this dick like it belongs to you." "It does." His body tightened. He groaned. He came—deep inside her—growling against her neck as he filled her. ⸻ They collapsed. Tangled in each other. Breathless. Spent. "I'm not flying back tomorrow," he whispered. "Why?" "Because I need more of this. More of you." She smiled into his chest. "Good," she murmured. "Because this pussy's not finished with you either." |
My Bella don go�� I like segun but I need my old Bella back |
blackpanthar:Nah...Cole is a user,there was more to him I didn't talk about cos I didn't want it to seem like I'm already taking sides on who I really wanted to be with... cos I wasn't. I've never felt better... I'm happy he came and left. Yeah I write alot...I enjoy writing...I've been writing about it since my js3... It's more like a fictional story tho...but when I start writing about it,I tend to start spicing it up and making things up which technically wouldn't be a lie since the whole thing was already unreal. Writing about it doesn't really help getting me to stop...it sure does make me feel better tho. I'm the worst person to be friends with,I'm really secretive and I don't like going out...the few friends I have and value..I get jealous when I see them with other friends. I will consider watching okonkwo on YouTube...thanks for your time and advice...I really appreciate this. |
falcon01:I'm pretty sure they'll take me for deliverance if I tell my dad about this...and that costs money..my dad already has enough on his plate and I won't bother him. My lil sis thinks I'm weird...she's sees me in those state often times and doesn't know what's wrong with me so I'm guessing things like that doesn't happen to her. |
blackpanthar:Thank you for this...I have no friends just few and none of them are close to me..nobody really knows I'm going through this. I'm quite a secretive person. Thank you again... I've moved on from Stan...things also didn't work out with me and Cole. |
exynos:Um my dad is very religious and I go to church every Sunday but tbvh with you, I have my doubts about God's existence so yeah...Not so good. |
blackpanthar:It doesn't feel like it but thanks❤️ |
I'm a 19 year old Nigerian girl,it took me long to realize I might have a serious problem. Since I was as little as I can remember,I've always been the odd one in my family...I have 4 siblings but was the only introvert...although growing up has made me a little bit more exposed and used to being around people. But I still think I have a problem: *I easily get distracted:the reason is because I have this huge fantasy in my head on the kind of world I would love to fit in...I've been having this fantasy since I was 14 or 15... and it feels so real for me to the extent that now I'm 19 the people in my head all grew up. I really don't know how to explain it but it's really weird..in my little world I have no worries,I'm happily married with kids and I have a huge extended family...most times when I'm in the real world and I feel depressed I immediately Chanel my imagination to this other world and it makes me feel good...this makes me get distracted alot especially academically. *I have this weird habit of running or being in motion when I'm in this world: it gets crazier when I listen to music...I forget myself and start running around my room or jogging or jumping or something when I start having this weird imaginations. *I have mood swings:this might be normal for most people these days but I have a feeling mine is different *I don't enjoy being happy for too long:this symptom is new, it started when I lost my mum and since then, if something good starts happening in my life I always feel so pessimistic and it feels like it will never last long. *I get suicidal/death thoughts atleast once everyday:I'm not exaggerating...it just comes as a "what if" thought. I'm on a car (what if there will be an accident) I'm cutting with a knife(what if you bleed yourself to death) Looking through my balcony(what if you fall off and die)...and many more. *I enjoy dark humor: I love watching movies where people die especially the good people...I love dark jokes and I always laugh when I see people get hurt. So I looked some of these things up especially the fantasy and running while imagining things ...and what I saw was ADHD but it only happens to children. So I don't know if it's what I have ...maybe I'm being overdramatic and that's how most people actually are ![]() ? |
Heartbender:Lol You're wrong tho.... I spoke to his wife and she sure gave me solid advice. Thanks for your comment sha...I'll still be looking forward to other people's opinion |
Rukkydelta:Thank you so much... This really means a lot to me |
SaintXto:OK thanks I'll text her |
baralatie:We were still I'm school...I went to his lodge. Schools suspended on march..I think |
trueguy573:thank you I truly appreciate |
fayded:food science and tech |
DemonInvoker:Thanks dear... But I don't want anything that will ruin my life later on...I can't be fvvking to my satisfaction I just want one person in my life and it's hard to decide |
Hi,my name is storm665 I'm an active member here but I had to create a new account for this cos I'm well aware how judgmental we humans can be. I'm 19(turned 19 mid last month)and in my year1 in NAU of Nigeria..I'm a very reserved person and I have only few friends but how I got myself in this situation is what I don't know. It happened that last year September I went to write my PUTME I met this guy(Stan)he really got my attention and I must admit,I was the one that gave him the stare that probably made him feel free to talk to me...I won't dwell on so much details but moving on the next month.. We've become very good friends and I've learnt so much about him,he made it clear to me that he recently broke up with his girlfriend (around that September that I met him)and he hasn't totally gotten over her...even with my persistence to make him mine he still had some reserved way he talks and touches me...probably didn't want to lead me on.but as time went by,he probably grew feelings and I know this cause he stopped talking about his ex all of a sudden(mind you,I never made him stop talking about her) and then he suddenly became the one craving for me and not the other way round.. Fast forward to February... 12th to be precise, he invited me to sleep over at his place and that was when we had sex...after that he stopped talking to me even after knowing he was my first... It broke me and I sent him a text to let him know... He called back almost immediately telling me how he feels bad for what he did and how much he still thinks about "her"..I vowed to stop talking to him but my heart could only take it for a few months... After few months we came to good terms again (this time around we couldn't see each other cos of the covid ish)and our bond became stronger... Or so I thought. I noticed the way he replies my text so formal and casual so I had to ask him to define our relationship... He still kept going on and on about how he's still getting to know me and all...that "we're not dating but we're definitely something" his exact words. I had to move on ...cause on the other hand,all these while that we've been having undefined relationship,there was this guy that has made his feelings known(Cole)...he was much different cos he is very much older than Stan, he is 26,a lawyer with a job and a house while Stan is 20 ,still in his 3rd level. I took my time b4 I accepted him...cos I didn't want things to get messy. I called Stan and I told him about my new relationship but unfortunately he didn't take it well...he went almost crazy, giving me voice notes on watsapp,crying and telling me how I broke him...in his words"this was what I was trying to avoid in the first place"....."I don't want my heart broken again"...I cried too and I felt like I betrayed him...he blamed himself at some point for not"claiming" me when he had the chance to. I visited him once after the whole ish ...and I felt complete with him ...one thing led to another and we kissed... He wanted more but I declined, as if my conscience judging me was not enough... "Cole"(my boyfriend) called me asking where I was....I had to come back only to see his car parked in front of my house...he was mad and I have no idea why...or how he knows my excuse were lies but said I shouldn't call him till I tell him the truth about my whereabouts. So I told him and,oh lord he didn't take it well...from then till yesterday we never spoke...he called today apologizing for overreacting but still needed to know what I've been hiding from him.. I care about him a lot and would never want to hurt him but my heart belongs to "Stan" and at this point it's like me having to choose between going for my heart or using my head. I know this p0st is long but trust me...I've never been in this situation and I don't know how to get out of it...please help a sister Thank you.[color=#550000][/color][b][/b] |
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I just want one person in my life and it's hard to decide