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dawnomike:
I will still love her but walk away for my own safety... But really, she must be a martial artist our boxer to pummel me like this.

If you love her you won't work away.

bolaayenimo:
Oyegun that cannot win his ward. Ordinary Tinubu retired him from APC

Says who?

I pray life will come back to normal

Will you still love her?

If these people are for the masses, will there be all these in-fighting?

Is Oyegun still a member of APC?

Like other epidemic or pandemic, this Covid-19 will go.

Nice piece.

Interesting work.

The question to ask the NCDC is:

In other countries, do they put those that are down with the illness and those that are asymptomatic together?

Almajiris are like poor orphans.

Poor and unwanted even by their own

Interesting romance

Security challenges are enormous in Nigeria.

Nice work

If the reason for winning her is based on sex, then your marriage was built on faulty foundation.

You know the rest.

Interesting episode

Nice update

Is it ignorance or overzealousness?

Something is wrong somewhere.

RIP madam.

During his tenure as second-in-command to Gen. Abacha, Diya used two wives as his 'first ladies.'

Madam Folashade was one of them.

Now, she is gone.

Once again RIP.

The excitement of touching her breast far surpassed my experience of touching other lovers’ breasts. In the recent time, it surpassed touching Bisola’s, Yetunde’s, Linda’s or Kike’s own.

Edith’s was so petite, a gentle mound, reinforcing her youth, and it was a powerful aphrodisiac.

I loved touching her intimately, so much so that, when the kiss ended and she rested her head on my shoulder, I kept caressing her, and she didn’t stop me. I was in heaven.

She exhaled quietly and fidgeted.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sure, I’m sure.”

Non-verbal communication is often clearer than verbal. Edith’s hand settled over mine when I dropped my hand to cuddle her bare thigh. Her expression was slightly bashful.

This was obvious in the way her head tilted and face looked down, avoiding my eyes. I thought I knew why.

She was confident and open when she looked sexy, but with real intimacy her freshness, lack of experience and insecurity emerged and I was sure it was a result of what she was feeling - aroused, her body feeling new desires.

One hand rubbing her back, the other caressing her slender thigh, I said in a soft voice, “I’m pretty turned on right now. You’re incredibly sexy. How about we move inside and get comfortable? Inside will be better, right?”

She smiled and nodded. “Right.”

She stood up. I took her hand and led her. Turning off outdoor lights and locking the entrance main door. We switched off the light, moved to my bedroom and again switched off the light.

I drew her against me and hugged her. She hugged me back, pressing her cheek to my chest.

In the semi-darkness of the bedroom, she turned her face up to me when I caressed her back and smiled.

She rose onto her toes and we kissed, standing in the kitchen, our lips touching. My hands slipped down to her narrow hips and then around to cup her sexy butt, and Edith responded, her tongue emerging, the kiss intensifying.

My erection returned in full force and she felt it, pressing her body against it. The sweet flood of desire washed through me.

My pulse rose and so was the level of yearning.

I didn’t fight it. Even with all I had recently gone through, I felt there was no need for resistance.

Moving my hands down further, I touched the back of her bare thighs and, excitement mounting, with an erection now tight inside my jeans, moved my hands up under her short skirt.

The quiet moan that broke the silence was mine, involuntary, driven by the feel of silken panties on her small ass.

I explored her mouth with my tongue, kissing her passionately, and cupped two gorgeous buttocks that filled my hands perfectly, narrow yet rounded, so damned sexy.

With her beautiful butt in hand, I pulled her crotch against mine and Edith responded. Her tongue became frisky.

She rubbed her pussy against the hardness of my erection. Her breathing sped up; gusts of clean warm air against my cheek.

Arousal, like a raging fire, could undermine rational thought, maturity, restraint. I lifted her by her exciting buttocks. She was very light.

Edith wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. Still kissing her, with my desire for her rising to dangerous levels, I practically lifted her on the bed.

At the side of the bed, still holding her, I bent and slowly lowered us, settling across the bed, me on top. Dressed or not, it was an incredibly sexy position.

Edith smiled, her lips rather plump. In the room, her eyes were very black. But even in the semi-darkness they looked exotic and beautiful.

She stared into my eyes and I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing the stiffness of my erection against her crotch, her legs still around my waist.

In an erotic, suggestive move, Edith rubbed her pussy against me and smiled with pleasure at my quiet moan.

God, she was so attractive, so damned slender and young underneath me.



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She moved towards the door. ‘You’ve implied it. Alright, goodnight.’

‘Come here. That’s your interpretation.’

She didn’t answer me. I was surprised that she walked out of my room. Hey, what was going on? Why was she suddenly behaving like this? Yes, I had been playing with her before, but I had only had sex with her once. I thought she enjoyed the whole thing, so what feelings was she talking about?

What game was she playing? I thought she came around so that we could play a bit, but see how she diverted the whole thing! I was angry with her. And to say that she disturbed my sleep!

I switched off the television and resumed my sleep. The next morning, I dressed up for work at the same time I dressed for work the previous day. I would not need to wait for dad to take me to the place of work again. I was dressed in a white shirt, black trousers and black jacket. I decided that my job did not really require that I should be wearing tie for now.

A breakfast of cornflakes was waiting for me at the table.

'Good morning, Kike,' I greeted.

'Good morning,' she answered from the kitchen. I noticed that she had dropped using the title 'uncle' for me. I grinned and shrugged. She
remained in the kitchen while I took the meal. She was obviously avoiding me. I decided to let her be for now. My breakfast was over. I picked
my black folder and went out of the house. I would be going to my place of work in the car today and I would be going to the club after closing,
I decided. About a minute to eight, I got to the office at Yaba. I went straight to Ms. Davies' office to say good morning to her.

'Good morning, Henry,' she replied. 'How're you?'

'Fine, ma'am.'

I went to my office. Rasheed and Titi had not come. I brought my smart phone out to read some on-line news. The office assistant, Nancy, came
to tell me Mrs. Davies wanted to see me.

I logged off and went to see her.

'Please, you will do something for me,' she said as soon as I entered the office.

'What's that, ma'am?'

'There's a file I was supposed to bring along when I was coming to work this morning, but I forgot it on my dining table. My daughter is in the
house, and I've already told her I'm sending somebody over.' She looked at me curiously. 'You can handle that my jeep, can't you?'

Was there a car I could not handle? 'Sure, I can,' I said.

'Good.' She brought out the car key and handed it to me. 'Please, drive carefully. Go to my house. The number is 90B and the flat is upstairs.
Anyway, Sule the security man will direct you. You will meet Bisola, my daughter, and she will hand the file to you.'

I nodded. 'No problem, ma'am.'

She brought three thousand naira from her purse. 'In case, there's need to buy some fuel, use this.'

I nodded again. 'Alright, ma'am.'

I left her office and walked down the corridor. Just then, I saw Titi as she made her way to the office. I waved at her and moved on. Her car
was sleek and it made such a smooth drive. I might tell dad I wanted a change of car. The traffic was light so it took less than thirty minutes to get to her street.

Locating the number of her house posed a slight problem as the numbering was not in order. I finally found it and parked by the gate. The security man, the one she called Sule came to accost me.

'Ms. Davies sent me,' I said. He didn't let me finish the sentence as he interrupted.

'She no dey house.'

I grinned. 'I know. She asked me to get a file from her daughter who is in the house.'

'Oh, it is her daughter you want to see, ba?'

'Yes, to get the file she said I should bring from her.'

He nodded. 'Okay. Go inside. Their flat dey right side when you don climb up.'

I nodded and thanked him. I got inside the building, climbed up the stair case and pressed the bell of the flat he directed.

In a jiffy, a voice called from within: 'Who is that?'

I cleared my throat. 'I'm the one sent by your mum to get the file.'

There was a moment of pause. Then, the door was unlocked and opened.


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