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The chair spins around and I am face to face with the most handsome man I have met. I just couldn’t help but stare, and God help me, he looked better with every look I stole. His rich chocolate hair that had tousled griminess with a promise of finesse. He had strong arched brows and eyelashes so thick, I thought it had to be illegal. And then his eyes, dark brown and so deep, you know how people say ‘Oh, I could get lost in them’? And you think, how cheesy, yeah? Well, this time, it’s real. His eyes were an ocean of promised fantasies, if only they were blue like…

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I quickly put back on my shoes, a pair of Gucci stiletto heels, which I must say are absolutely a sexy pair and great for office sex, and stood up to straighten out my Vince top and Forever21 navy blue skirt. I switch off the sockets around me and twirl around in my black office chair. After some few minutes, I pick up my Hermes Himalaya Birkin30 bag and walk over to the door. After switching off the office lights with a flourish, I walk to the elevator and press the button for the topmost floor. It’s time to face the M.D. I get up and brave myself for this unexpected meeting with him. Knocking lightly on the door, I pray he’s absent or in a meeting. “Come in!” Oh shit, here goes nothing. “Good evening Mr. Daniels, you requested to see me“

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It’s some minutes to four and I’m looking forward to leaving earlier today when Gina, the MD’s secretary, walks into my office. “Hey Gin” I greet her, gracing her with a small smile. “Hi,” she replies with a smile of her own, “Looking good babe, as always.“ I flash a grateful grin and mutter thanks. “I won’t waste your time with small talk, Mr. Daniels would like to see you in his office right away .” My eyes widen at her statement. “Mr. Daniels?” I ask. “Yes,” she laughs a little, not oblivious to my amazement. “If I might say, you seem to be in line for promotion. Hurry up, he’s not a patient man .” And with that, she stalks away.

It’s a cool Thursday morning and the stress of the past days and nights have been getting to me. I’ve worked day and night, getting to work by 7a.m and getting home by 10p.m. Thank God for my car though, I can’t imagine getting to the bus stop by 9:55 in the night and standing in line. But, it’s so frustrating lately. Even my Love Machine can’t help, it’s been a month since I last felt flesh and blood throbbing in me. I mean, I’m not a nympho but a girl can do with a fvxk every once or twice a month. I wouldn’t even mind every day. *chuckles*

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It gave me a thrill, a sizzling sensation and I immediately knew that I would do naughty things as far as I had that d*c-k. I’m a lot older and more learned than I had been that night. As I said, I have gone down and climbed up so many times, I forget. And I can’t wait to share my memoirs with you. WATCH OUT FOR EPISODE 2

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I sucked that cock like a veteran, and when he came, I swallowed as much as I could. I absolutely loved the taste, savoring the saltiness of it before I swallowed. It was over too soon though and I never did get my punna eaten out that night. But, later on, I got even better than I would have that night. As I stepped into the car, my Pierre Balmain jacket worn over my Balmain tee and JBrand shorts that smelled of s*x, I was whisked me back to the beautiful yet empty duplex in Lekki that I called home, I couldn’t help but remember that tingling feeling I had felt when I saw Brandon’s d*c-k.

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I wrapped my lips around his hardening cock, running my tongue around and over the tip of his cock. He gripped the back of my head and impaled his cock into my mouth. I could feel my throat open and his cock slide into the back of my throat. It was the first cock I’d had in my mouth and he Brandon taught me everything I needed to know to please him, and unknown to him then, every other man that would come after him. He taught me how to lick and suck. And I took to it like a duck took to water.

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The feelings I felt as he grabbed my hips and thrust into me, each thrust sending me on a journey of pleasure I thought I’d never return from. “Eva, on your knees,” he said after what felt like thousands of orgasms. In truth, I had only had about three. Amazing for a first time, I know. I knew this part was coming, I had in fact hoped for it. I got down on my knees and packed my 16″ weave to the back and took his 8 inches into my mouth. You can imagine how it felt as I tasted his cum and mine, like a mixture of sweet juices.

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Later on, he told me he’d thought my nipples were like Pop Tarts, sweet and sugary, and he just couldn’t get enough. I watched as he took off his jeans. His cock sprang into view, all hard and standing proud, and twitching as the blood coursed through it; leaking pre-cum from the head. He got on top of me and I felt his cock against my punna. He pushed it in slightly. He pushed some more. I felt a little bit of pain and he was all the way in. He started thrusting in and out of me. The feel of him fvcking me was sensational. I had that feeling again – that tingling.

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He rubbed them softly, feeling them the way you’d roam your hands around a new pet. He pinched my nipples softly at first and then I let out a soft moan. Hmm, it felt wonderful. After a little time of handling, he bent his head and took one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucked gently but fast, like he wanted to drain out every ounce of milk he could get.

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I felt his fingers against my punna, gently rubbing. I gasped and opened my legs wide. He pushed a finger in. I gasped again, it was like an electric shock, and it felt so good. He pushed two more fingers in and began to finger fvck me. I was so thrilled and the feeling was so good, I couldn’t wait to have his c*0c-k in me. One, two, three fingers went into me that evening. Each addition stretching me wider and giving me more pleasure than before. And before I could spill my honey all over his moist fingers, he pulled them out. His hands found their way to my Balmain tee and soon, he was pulling it off me and handling my breasts.

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Well, I mean I have had s*x so many times I don’t remember everyone of them. At 16, I had my first real s*xual experience. Real, because, the fingers I kept sticking into me don’t count. I mean, they did give me some sort of pleasure. But nothing, absolutely nothing, compares to having a real d*c-k inside of you, throbbing and plunging in and out, slow strokes or hard thrusts. You know? I remember how Brandon Wilson, who was three years older than me pulled down my JBrand shorts roughly that summer evening.

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Remember when Mama told you to close your eyes when certain parts came up while you were watching films? Did you ever, actually close your eyes? Hmm… Well, I didn’t. And I’m not sad I didn’t. Those parts, in my opinion, were the only parts that mattered. My name is Eva Madariola and I’m twenty-three. I’ve gone down and climbed up so many times I’ve lost count. And every single time brings a totally new pleasure. Wait, did I lose you? You’re confused by ‘gone down’ and ‘climbed up’? Well, c’mon! You really shouldn’t have closed your eyes when Mama asked you to. You’d have understood.