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aprilwise:The needs for boobs are insatiable. ![]() |
Interesting story. |
Nice update. |
Hmn.....
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Brexxit:
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Let the protests be devoid of violence, please. |
Let the protests be devoid of violence, please.
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On the move. |
On the move. |
On point.
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On point.
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Go ahead. |
UltimateSpice:Cool |
UltimateSpice:Nice. |
Nice work. |
Classical discrimination.
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Seriously serious.
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My panties were next, and he removed them with the same, deliberate slowness, teasing me. As my panties joined my shorts and the other rumpled clothes on the floor, the hand on my breasts stilled and withdrew, caressing over my stomach instead. This was different than before... More couple-y. My heart began beating harder, my nerves on fire. Oga murmured in my ear again. "Turn around, baby girl." Nodding quietly, I lifted up on my elbow and turned, settling in to face him. His hands settled on both sides of my hips and he pulled me on top of him, hands sliding over my ass and down the backs of my thighs. He pulled my knees up, making my hips press harder against him. My palms rested flat on his chest, my nails grazing gently over the fabric of his shirt. I looked down at him, biting my lower lip and still feeling fuzzy-minded. He leaned up, kissing my flushed cheek. "I'm going to take you again, baby girl." He murmured in my ear, speaking in a gentle but authoritative voice. My heart began racing, the need for more stimulation becoming greater as I felt the warm bulge in his pants pressing against my clit. Almost as if sensing my thoughts, he grabbed my ass again, pushing my hips down on his and making me grind. His erection rubbed and pressed against my clit through his shorts, drawing a moan from me and sending shivers up my spine. He cursed under his breath, kissing along my neck and almost devouring my skin. His fingertips dug into my skin as he gripped my hips roughly, squeezing them. "I'm going to fill that tight pussy of yours. I'm going to make you scream my name and beg for me to let you cum." I squeaked a little in surprise as he flipped me over, pressing my chest into the mattress. My mind began to clear as I felt a little afraid and I looked back at him with wide eyes. His movements were fluid and almost predator-like as he undid his shorts and pulled them off, his gaze riveted to my ass. His shorts joined mine on the floor gone, his boxers rapidly joining them as he swiftly pulled them off. Oga pressed his length against me from behind, the warm shaft of his cock nestling between my thighs. His handsome eyes flickered toward my face and caught my eye, the lustful expression on his face making me feel uneasy. I didn't dare move as he leaned down, stroking my spine gently and nuzzling my cheek. "I won't ever give you more than you can handle." His cold hands rubbed my back and sides as he slid into me, slowly. I felt every inch of his cock, his shaft nearly forcing itself through my tight walls. I gasped a little, closing my eyes and spreading my knees. Oga stayed quiet, the only indication of his pleasure evident as his grip tightened on me while he continued slowly pushing deeper inside me. He felt... So good... I couldn't stop a moan, my eyes closing as my head tilted back onto his shoulder. My arms and legs were shaky, trembling from both the pleasure and the growing unease in my gut. Oga grunted behind me, pushing in almost halfway before pulling back out and steadily rocking in deeper with experienced and smooth movements. "Ralia... You're so... Damn tight..." He leaned down, kissing along the back of my shoulder as he began slowly and steadily thrusting in and out. I bit down on my lip a bit too hard by accident, the sting seeming to snap a little sense into me. Wait... Wait a second...!! What the hell was I doing!? I half-turned, looking back up at him with wide eyes, probably looking something like a terrified mouse trapped under the claws of a cat. My cheeks flushed with shame. He gazed back at me, a slow smile spreading over his lips. "Oh, baby girl... You don't know what that look does to me..." My cheeks flushed more as he cupped my chin, keeping my face in place as he studied me. "Mmmm... That scared look... Those bright red cheeks..." My stomach turned as my mind finally began to clear. How could I have just brushed aside the fact that only yesterday he had taken my virginity against my will!? I spoke out of excitement, "Stop touching me! Leave me alone!!" Pulling my hips forward, his cock slid out of me with a muted, wet, sucking sound. My cheeks flushed a little harder as I tried to move quickly; I expected him to grab me and force me again. Forbidden: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/forbidden_18%2B/37781 |
'Somebody cannot just sit in Lagos and dictate how APC affairs will be decided ...'. - Buhari. I hope Tinubu has got the message. |
Ride on. |
Calista sighed and wiped her hands on the apron. She started walking to me, and leaning back against the dining table, I opened my arms in welcome. She opened her own arms and we hugged each other, squeezing firmly. "I love you," Calista said in the most heartfelt of voices. "I love you, too. I always have." "I want to believe," Calista sighed. "I desire to think that everything will work out, and that no matter what happens the two of us will last. But I don't desire to be a dreamer, completely out of touch with reality. and the reality is that we've got a long ways to go before we're ready to get married." "I know." I exhaled and thought about my recent past. I'd made a lot of mistakes in my life, including some really boneheaded ones that I particularly regretted. I'd gotten lucky for the most part that things hadn't turned out worse for me and for the people I loved. and I knew I had some more maturing to do, especially in my decision-making, before I would be ready to be anybody's husband. The last thing I ever desired to do was hurt Calista and somehow drag her down with me. Calista pulled back and looked at the expression on my face. Her eyebrows canted and she pouted. "Ohhh ... don't look like that. I don't mean you. You're perfect. You're warm and caring and always so considerate. You'd make a great husband right now. me? I'm still a self-centered bitch." I rolled my eyes. "No you're not." Calista exhaled, looking sad. "I know what I need to work on. and I'm not the person I desire to be just yet." She flicked her eyes up to me, looking almost scared. "I'm not ready. I'm going to make mistakes. and I could end up doing things that hurt you." I nodded. "and I'll heal. It's okay. Maybe I AM a bit of a dreamer, but I believe that we'll work things out. Shit's going to happen to us, but as long as we both keep working at it, as long as we both desire to make it work, we will. I believe that. Don't you?" Calista managed a smile. and after taking a deep breath, she held my cheeks and pecked me on the lips. "I do. We're going to make it. I know it. Because for you, I'll do anything." "Good." I grinned. Then I reached back and held up a plate. "Then get me my dinner, woman!" I barked playfully. Calista giggled, then took both plates and headed back into the kitchen to grab our food. and as I watched her putting together our dinner, I let myself fantasize just a bit about how wonderful our future would be. Boobs. I was always such a sucker for a nice and jaunty pair of boobs. and it was a rather fantastic pair that was hanging down right in my face. The full-button blouse had the top two buttons undone, which meant that the whole garment sagged away from her body when she was Kolat over like this. that left the upper slopes of those creamy white mounds exposed, encased in what looked to be a standard-issue beige bra. But standard issue or not, there was no hiding the roundness of those tits. Still, I did my very best not to stare. After all, I wasn't at home checking out my girlfriend or some other young co-ed. I was in an academic building, in a Madam's offMaryam, and this was my boss/teacher I was checking out. "So remember the paper on Equilibrium Points. 'The correspondence of each n-tuple with its set of countering n-tuples gives a one-to-many mapping of the product space into itself.' So that means ... I'm sorry. Am I distracting you?" I blinked rapidly and pulled my head back to look at her face. Theressa had been leaning over the table as she pointed to my monitor, and conspicuously I noticed that she didn't stand up to remove the view from my sight. my eyes darted into her cleavage once again before I managed to jerk my stare back to her cool black eyes. "Umm ... sorry, Theressa." "Oh, don't be. I would have been more offended if you didn't look." She smirked, and there was a playful lilt in her Calabar accent. and only then did the beautiful newer woman stand upright. and with a little smile, she posed for me, penising her hip and putting her right hand on her waist. "It's nice to know that an new woman like me can still pull your attention. Especially when you have a girlfriend as beautiful as Miss Udoh." I blushed, but the knowledge that she'd deliberately stayed Kolat over even after catching me ogling her gave me a sense of confidence. I'd been around enough pretty girls to know when one was fishing for a compliment. Young or new, it didn't really matter. So instead of being embarrassed, I simply let my eyes rove up and down my Madam's slender, and yet stacked, body. "You are a beautiful woman, Theressa. I could be married with children and someone like you would always draw my attention." I chuckled. "and I'm sure you have your share of men checking you out at all times." Now it was Theressa's turn to blush. "You are a silver-tongued devil, aren't you?" I grinned. "Sometimes." Bound to Boobs: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/bound-to-boobs/42486 |
Nice update. |
I nodded and retrieved the requested jug containing the ridiculously sweet sauce. I handed it over, waited for Calista to hand it back for return to the fridge, and then went to set the table. and as I laid out the silverware, I sighed happily and glanced back into the kitchen. "Is this what it'll be like when we're married?" "What?" Calista frowned as she looked at me. For a second, I worried because she didn't exactly have a happy expression on her face at my mention of the m-word. But then she turned off the burner and also switched off the overhead exhaust fan. "what did you say?" I grinned and shrugged. "I was just wondering if this is what life will be like when we're married. Just the two of us in a house together. Coming home from work, you making dinner. me puttering around to set the table. you know ... married." To my relief, Calista let a beaming smile spread across her lips. "Something like this." She glanced down, momentarily lost in thought, and she giggled cutely. When she looked back up at me, there was a fresh sparkle in her eyes. "Do you really think it'll happen? Do you really think that someday, I'll be your wife?" I blinked and raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that the point? Why else would I be in this relationship with you if I didn't think we'd end up getting married someday?" "I don't know..." Calista sighed and leaned against the counter. "I desire to. Of course I do. and I fantasize about what it'll be like to be your wife all the time. But we're still young, right? We've still got two more years before we graduate and then there might even be graduate school after that. A lot can happen in a few years. So much HAS already happened in the past few years. and really, we've only been together for what, a month?" I snorted. "We've been together for twenty years." "I'm not even twenty years new yet," Calista chuckled. "You know what I mean." Calista sighed and wiped her hands on the apron. She started walking to me, and leaning back against the dining table, I opened my arms in welcome. She opened her own arms and we hugged each other, squeezing firmly. "I love you," Calista said in the most heartfelt of voices. "I love you, too. I always have." "I want to believe," Calista sighed. "I desire to think that everything will work out, and that no matter what happens the two of us will last. But I don't desire to be a dreamer, completely out of touch with reality. and the reality is that we've got a long ways to go before we're ready to get married." "I know." I exhaled and thought about my recent past. I'd made a lot of mistakes in my life, including some really boneheaded ones that I particularly regretted. I'd gotten lucky for the most part that things hadn't turned out worse for me and for the people I loved. and I knew I had some more maturing to do, especially in my decision-making, before I would be ready to be anybody's husband. The last thing I ever desired to do was hurt Calista and somehow drag her down with me. Calista pulled back and looked at the expression on my face. Her eyebrows canted and she pouted. "Ohhh ... don't look like that. I don't mean you. You're perfect. You're warm and caring and always so considerate. You'd make a great husband right now. me? I'm still a self-centered bitch." I rolled my eyes. "No you're not." Calista exhaled, looking sad. "I know what I need to work on. and I'm not the person I desire to be just yet." She flicked her eyes up to me, looking almost scared. "I'm not ready. I'm going to make mistakes. and I could end up doing things that hurt you." I nodded. "and I'll heal. It's okay. Maybe I AM a bit of a dreamer, but I believe that we'll work things out. Shit's going to happen to us, but as long as we both keep working at it, as long as we both desire to make it work, we will. I believe that. Don't you?" Calista managed a smile. and after taking a deep breath, she held my cheeks and pecked me on the lips. "I do. We're going to make it. I know it. Because for you, I'll do anything." "Good." I grinned. Then I reached back and held up a plate. "Then get me my dinner, woman!" I barked playfully. Calista giggled, then took both plates and headed back into the kitchen to grab our food. and as I watched her putting together our dinner, I let myself fantasize just a bit about how wonderful our future would be. Bound to Boobs: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/bound-to-boobs/42486 |
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