Coming out on election day with stubborn sinister urges stirred up from the previous night, a woman joins a crowd of potential vote casters. While she waits for her turn, her participation suddenly takes a twist. Will her desire to vote remain limited to that alone?

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When I walked into that polling unit that mid-morning, I was still having strong doubts about my likelihood of withstanding the stress of waiting to cast my vote. It wasn't a matter of not being patriotic enough or anything like that. It was just the sticky weakening feeling I had been having since the previous night. Oga Tunji my landlord, had come into my apartment on the night trying to resume what he had started about a fortnight now. He met me at the parlour, dressing the sofa for my eldest son as that was where my son usually slept while I slept with his younger sister in the other room of the 2-room apartment. My sister Debo who equally slept in the parlour wasn't back from her late night sales so Tunji met me alone in the room as he walked in. I practically jumped, as soon as he groped my b**bs from behind as I didn't notice he was there.

Before I could tell him off and remind him that the kids were still awake even though it was just past 7pm, he had already raised my wrapper to my hip and was doing his best to get his rather small d*ck to fit into my mildly moist pu**y! Lucky he got, and in seconds, he was already pounding me! From faint resistance, I quickly transited into pleasurable ecstasy! I grabbed one of his hard sweaty buttocks and began to push him into me, encouraging him to f*ck me faster! This he did but unfortunately began shooting his watery sperm into me just about then! In a shudder, his heavily soaked d*ck slid out of me. He was all glee as he began to rearrange his cloth in readiness to leave - he was evidently satisfied. I sighed, and dropped my ruffled wrapper; unhappy at how soon the pleasure was cut short. Without saying any further words, Oga Tunji was out of the room, closing the door behind him.

This had been the case since my husband Festus died. In fact, Tunji began making very obvious advances at me right from the day myself and my husband moved into the two-room apartment. It took a lot of standing-off from me to keep him at arm's-length, most especially considering that I had a very healthy s*x-life with Festus. We almost always had s*x everyday and usually had all manner of twists to it - from oral to very intense anal s*x! Even on the night before he fell sick which eventually led to his death, he f*cked me in the ass for nearly an hour and ended by c*mming in my mouth! I always playfully told him that he was responsible for my gaped asshole which was now so wide that it could accept virtually any d*ck size! He would laugh at the joke and sometimes respond by inserting a finger into the puckered anus.

Now that he was late, all my restrain had collapsed. My urge for s*x had predictably increased and my rate of masturbation was becoming too frequent. Oga Tunji became a lot bolder and with time I began letting him handle my b**bs and ass now and then. We eventually had our first s*x about two weeks ago, right inside my bedroom. While I still feel guilty about it all given he is actually a married man, the guilt isn't so deep-rooted as such, as I still do know how promiscuous his wife is on her part too. Her own persistent obvious efforts to get my husband to begin an affair with her, before his eventual demise were still well doc*mented in my head. That was why, walking into that polling unit that very morning with the awkward feeling of Oga Tunji's d*ck still inside my pu**y, left me with very little remorse as my mind was rather set on how I was going to wait for so long before casting my vote.

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I asked Aunty Tope again, to be sure about what I heard her say at first. And yes, she repeated it. She meant what I heard. She was even motioning with her protruded meat-filled mouth for me to go ahead fast! The itching seemed to be unusually severe and discomforting. She tried saying something but the meat in her mouth stifled her voice. She could only mutter some inaudible meaningless sounds to which I paid little attention.


"Get closer ma," I managed to require, doing my best to keep my composure. If someone had told me a minute ago, that I would soon be in such an awkward position, I would have flatly argued the possibility!

"Uhhmmmm....uhm...uhmmmm" she growled again. It was hard to get a word from her but I seemed to understand her to mean I should hurry. So I began dipping my hand into her denim trousers.

Initially, it kept proving too tight to maneuver but when I remembered that the hook was still intact, I was quick to go for it. As I did, the same scary question that had being in my head all along popped up one more time "what if mom comes into the kitchen?". That was a big question I wasn't sure what answer it could get. Mum should be tremendously happy to link this rather curious situation of ours to all her long existing suspicions. The earlier I went about this, the better, it seemed.


Aunty Tope as we called her was (in simple explanation) mum's closest friend. She attended the Teacher's Training College with mom back in the days and both graduated to become basic school teachers. Although mom progressed further and have grown to become a lecturer in the University. Tope didn't have exactly the same story. She joined the business society and soon became far richer than mum. She was never married though and thus always had all the time in the world to make long visits to our home. She usually stayed several weeks before leaving and we all grew up knowing her to be some kind of inexplicably 'unrelated' relative. Unfortunately, as I got older I began to notice her a bit more. And this time, not just as Aunty Tope but as a very pretty woman who I was going to be more than glad to Bleep.

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'Nurse Rose contact the blood bank, she's going to need more blood, so we could save her life and that of the baby. You! (pointing to one of the nurses behind her)

Prepare her for the theatre!

Doctor Johnson please come with me I need to see the lady that brought her here.'

With that she left the labour room with Johnson behind her.

'Excuse me young lady, I'm Doctor Peju, the one in charge of the patient you brought in her minutes ago, what did you say happened to her again?'

'I don't know what you are talking about doctor, I already told you I saw her bleeding by the road side and decided to help. I'm I in some sort of trouble for helping?...

'Oma! Oma! Where is this girl? Oma!'

'What the hell, dad, can't you knock?' Mr. Badmus slaps her face real hard and starts speaking immediately

'Next time talk to me with respect, I'm your father not your younger sibling and need I remind you that this is my house and I have the right to open any door especially when the occupant whom happens to be around refuses to answer when called Oma'

Still holding her face with hot tears streaming down she tried to speak

'BUT DAD! I Didn...'

'Shut up young lady, you do not speak when I'm talking to you or is that what they teach you girls in school this days? Wait Oma what's this magazine with nude people doing on your bed? Are you watching porn now? Wow! LOLA! LOLA!! LOLA!!!'

'Yes Badmus what is it now?' Lola asked as she walks into Oma's room, but the sight of the magazine her husband held out for to see made her cover her mouth in surprise and shoot Oma an angry look, Mr. Badmus took the cue and spoke in fury

'Lola, your daughter reads and watch porn under my roof, who knows she might be sexually active amongst other things. I would have demanded a virginity test but it's useless, the only thing I'm going to make clear is no child of Badmus will bear a child out of wedlock NEVER! Talk to your daughter.'

With that he left with the Magazine in hand.

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If I were to re-live my entire life, there would just be a thing or two I’d wish to change. But none of them would include being a School Principal. This has always been my dream; a life-long dream. And after several years of hard work and brute competence, Daniela finally achieved that pinnacle! It took me a long but diligent 27 years! Some of which I had to laterally drag myself along! So many trials, temptations, disappointments, betrayals and even in some cases outright death-threats! But I remained steadfast; not because I was necessarily the br*vest, but because I wanted to reach that pinnacle! I wanted to be a school principal! The leader of the school and the head with the vision for its future – nearest and farthest alike! It was a thing of passion.

A thing of obsession – if you like – to see students taught and guided on how best to behave as members of an institution of learning! Unfortunately, a few people occasionally misunderstood me; so to them, I was just a vile, over-ambitious middle-aged woman! As they wish, I guess!



Ambitious? Maybe. But vile? Not sure. I know myself for being stern; or maybe I should use the word firm. I ain’t the easiest to convince; most especially on matters of learning, grooming and discipline. I don’t think people see me as some Victorian-time rigid old woman-major who would happily choose to go by the cane in every possible circumstance; even though that is how they most often describe me. I mean, I am not exactly old – being only just 49. And there isn’t anything Victorian about my aura, style or methods.

Okay, maybe I am a firm believer of the cane, having seen it give tremendous results which men of the ‘talk it through’ school of methods, would most likely never recreate. But which serious disciplinarian doesn’t believe in the same school of reasoning? A proper spank, disabuses the mind from repeating any form of tomfoolery for which said butt was punished. It has been proven a lot to be argued! However harsh that might sound, especially coming from a woman, and mother.

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These silly little accidents (mistakes if you like) began in the most absurd of manners. And I was partly responsible; although unintentionally. Funmi was my unit head at the small bank where I worked as a Teller. And I was under her. I worked at the counter along with three other staff. Funmi’s desk was just behind the counter and she was required to be in charge of how we went about our duties. Time and again, I would have to walk to her desk to either seek her advice or opinion on a challenging problem. And in most cases, plead with her to send information and complaints to our Abuja office, which was the head office.

This was how we worked and solutions never failed coming. She was a strict professional, and I respected her for that. While she was not yet married despite being in her mid-thirties (just like myself), my relationship with her (which was equally professional), wouldn’t let me know if she was the one who actually chose to remain single. I quite accept though, that she wasn’t exactly beautiful, but I wasn’t going to think that was the reason why she was yet to be hooked up. After all, she had a great body as well as a fantastic personality. It was 5 years since I started working with her and it wasn’t secret that we both were one of the finest staff our branch had.

Things began taking a rather ridiculous twist in August – few days before our transfer memos arrived. On the very day, the banking hall was horribly full to the brim with costumers and I was having a very torrid time attending to the many on my queue! Funmi was equally dead busy and one could easily tell the frustration taking a toll on her as she tried dividing her attention between attending to staff demands and receiving phone calls. Mid-way into attending to a particular male costumer, I instantly required her assistance.

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His hand didn’t exactly do much other than massage what seemed like my pu**y through my panties!

I could only be sure when he proved this was what he was after. I shouldn’t just be quick in concluding and insinuating that he wanted to f*ck me! It was wrong to think so! In fact, it was brash injustice to accuse him of wanting to f*ck me! He was a good boy and wouldn’t have any such dirty thoughts! I was the one who was making things up. I was the one who was imagining his intentions and wrongly so, assuming they were all ugly and obscene.

I was the one. He only just touched my ass. Yes. He only just touched it, as though he was feeling the round and plump features of it. He only just slid and swirled his palm over each lobe and squeezed them hardly, in a very arousing way! He only just did that, and that was all. Even though I remember him letting that hand slide in-between my legs and into my crotch, he still didn’t mean what my mind has been telling me! I know he is a good boy and was never going to do something dirty and ugly.

His hand didn’t exactly do much other than massage what seemed like my pu**y through my panties! That was all he did and it felt really good. And not in a corrupt way but in a good way because he is a good boy! Mum shouldn’t be worried. Danny was a good boy!! And I was going to prove this, beyond all reasonable doubts!

I was going to see Danny again in the coming week, just after the weekend! And just like always, he was going to come with his best friends. But then, he was going to come to me later and tell me in a low voice that he wanted to show me something. Something usually, very immaterial. For he will then take me to the bathroom lobby and touch me in some nice places. This was what he always said. This is what we have always done and as expected, we did it again this time around! He walked up to me that Monday morning, with his friends watching him from behind.


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Where are you nau?!" called out the fat woman again from inside the changing cubicle.

"I will be there in a moment ma!" followed my reply, as I pulled shut the glass sliding front door to my elder brother's lingerie shop! It was already past 9pm and from what I could see around, virtually all shops on the road had closed down for the day despite the festivities. Unfortunately, I had to delay a bit hoping this seemingly last customer, will quickly purchase a wear and leave; but she hadn't and was still endlessly needing my attention.

"And please bring me a larger mirror o, this one can't let me see a thing!" she suddenly yelled again from the cubicle! Her English was just too good for how she looked. A common trait with the average Lagos resident - you can never tell the learned from how they appeared.

"Okay ma." was my own reply as I finally shut the door, leaving both of us locked in. We were going to leave from the service door behind anyways. After picking up the larger mirror from where it was hung on a high shelf, I began walking down the hall to go meet the customer.

My brother, Chime's shop was that big. It was actually six shops collapsed into one! The largest in the vicinity. He was so lucky to have been told of the availability of all six of them, and as soon as he got the information, he quickly bought them up at once! Talk of the average Ibo man's business acumen. And it paid off handsomely! He became an instant rival to all the lingerie shop owners along that road and more like chased them out of business. He soon became the only dealer of brassieres, p*nties, undies and anything female lingerie! And many customers came from far and wide. His success was unprecedented and soon he began doing wonders back home at Onitsha, our hometown. I was still there as at then, and it was just after he bought his fifth landed property that he asked me come over to Lagos to join him. Not as a trader though, but to come school. I was always the brilliant one among us - we were three boys. And did continue with academics. It wasn't really easy getting through Jamb initially, but I was quite surprised even though fortunate to eventually secure an admission finally at Lagos State University. So this was how I moved to Lagos for study, even though I had to occasionally assist him at his shop, where he now had over 8 sales girls and boys.



This very day was one such days and I had moved straight from lectures to come assist in the trading for the day. It was a very busy day, basically because of the Xmas season, and despite his presence and mine alongside the 8 additional sales persons, we were continually overwhelmed by visiting costumers! It was just overtly hectic and we had to repeatedly ask some people to momentarily wait outside. That was how difficult it was for everyone. Yet it continued that way until sometime around 7pm, before we began having some respite.

Chime dismissed the sales girls and boys earlier than normal just to allow them return home to rest. He also left me with some instructions and drove off with his car. He was obviously not done with the day as he needed to go pick up some of his wears that were moved to a nearby cloth factory for a bit of stitching here and there - they were shipped in with a few tears and needed amending. As for me, I was to close the shop by 9pm after attending to any other costumers that may still call in. It was just a few minutes to the said 9pm, when this very lady costumer walked in.

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I was still a 15 year old virgin when I saw Mrs. Muji for the first time in the sitting room of our house. And even then, sex was furthest from my mind. Sure, I loved ogling girls as much as the next Hot teenager but girls still left me tongue tied and painfully shy.

While my friends boasted about their sexual conquests (although I’m now sure much of their stories were greatly exaggerated and probably outright lies), I would be filled with envy and wonder when my time would come when I would cross over that line to sexual freedom.

My closest experience with a girl had been when I was seven. Our housemaid who was probably sixteen or so had shown me her breasts when my parents were out and told me to touch them. I still cringe with embarrassment when I remember that my response was to ask “Which one?”

That ended my seduction before it began. I later learnt that she had been more successful with my Dad in getting him to touch her boobs. However, that success was short lived when Mom returned unexpectedly and caught my Dad with his hands on the Housemaid’s naked boobs. My Dad’s explanation that he was checking the sixteen year old’s breasts for cancer lumps as advised by the Ministry of Health Breast Cancer Awareness Programme did not impress my Mom and she left, taking me along with her.

My Dad couldn’t care less that his only son was leaving him. Afterall, it gave him the freedom to check more teenage breasts for cancer. I swear I’ll cross paths with Dad again one day.

Anyway, me and my Mom lived together. My Mom was a senior marketing executive in one of the largest beverage companies in Nigeria so money was not an issue. She built a small duplex and it was just me and her and another housemaid. The housemaid was in her 6Os with breasts that looked like a pair of worn slippers who came only on weekends. Clearly, my Mom was not taking chances anymore.

Like I said before, I was painfully shy with girls, introverted and just had a few friends at school who kept on boasting of how they bleeped Ngozi or Ifeoma or Amaka.

I am sure I would have remained a virgin till I left secondary school and entered college if it was not for the timely intervention of Mrs Muji.

I was upstairs prepping for my JAMB exams which was two months away when I heard the doorbell ring. My Mom answered it and I heard the loud exclamations of joy and excitement from my Mother and another woman whose voice was low and modulated.

A few minutes later, I heard my Mom calling my name. Reluctantly, I left my room. I was not really interested in meeting my Mom’s friend who would most likely be a boring old fart with sagging jowls and sagging breasts and hairs sticking under her chin.

“Chidi, meet my friend Vanessa,” my Mother gushed.

I looked at her guest and was dumbstruck.

Let me tell you a few things about my mother. At five eight, Mom is a very attractive woman. Fair skinned with a plump curvaceous body, she had that kind of pretty look that radiated innocence rather than sexiness, even at the age 35. Think of Julia Roberts in Sound of Music and you will get the picture.

But Vanessa Muji was something else. She easily dwarfed my mom which made me guess her height to be about 6 foot. She was much darker than my Mom but her skin shone like as if it had been waxed. Her bosom and ass were ample while her long legs were marginally covered by a mini office dress that I am sure would have been distracting to her colleagues and customers alike. Her eyes, smoky and piercing, gazed at me with a frank penetrating stare that made me uncomfortable. But the discomfort I felt did not make me immune to her incredible beauty. She appeared older than my Mom maybe with a few years which put her around 40. But I bet you, no man from 14 to 400 would gaze at any younger woman if this MILF was beside her. If my Mom was Julia Roberts in Sound of Music, Vanessa Muji was Monica Bellucci in The Matrix Reloaded.

“Chidi, stop staring at her and say hello. Mind your manners” my mother admonished.

“It’s alright Naomi”. Her voice was low, modulated, sexy. “You have a handsome son. How old are you Chidi?”

“Me? I’m 15 Ma. 15-that’s right…15” I stammered stupidly.

A slight smile curved her lips. Obviously she was aware of the effect she was having on me.

“Well Chidi, I and your Mom were very close in secondary school. She was my school daughter. “

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Ruffled couch and a messed up sitting room, trails of shoes, dresses, lingeries, wine glasses and bottle littered on the floor all the way to the bedroom.
Muffled sounds and moans rocked the air accompanied with thrustings and clasping of our flesh
'Oh babe, I've always longed to do this, I've always wanted you, I knew you'd taste so good. Oh your boobs tasty, your cunt milky, your body so soft. You are way out of this world babe, coat me with your milky soft body, yeah babe.

Oh! that look on your face, that look, I know it so well you are gonna cum, I'm glad to take you there, cum for me babe, cum my dear milky one, soak me with your juice.
Urmmm I like the way you squirt and pour your juice all over me, now I'm gonna cum.
Oh! Oh! Yea there, right there.' Exhaling heavily
'I'm glad we both climaxed'
I woke up the next morning oblivious of my environment and totally drained, I rubbed my eyes and turned to look at the other side of the bed only to see this gorgeous strange lady lying next to me, I shut my eyes trying to remember whom she is but nothing comes up as my memory of the day before is totally blank.
Just then I realized that I was without clothes. I pulled down the duvet a confirm, looked of myself and boom I was naked.
'I hope this is not what I'm thinking' I thought as I reached down to my Vjay and just as I suspected, I was proved right instantly.
This lady has taken advantage of my oblivion state and had sex with me, furiously I tapped her, she awoke in fright and with a beautiful smile asked me
'Babe, is there a problem?'
'Babe? Sorry who are you and what I'm I doing in bed with you naked? You had sex with me right? What I'm saying, you had sex with me, start talking because I'm going to sue you for violations of my body.' I said

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Bunmi groaned as she clutched my head as I sucked her pussy. My tongue drove her crazy as I plunged it way up into her pussy, sucking her as I swirled my tongue around in her hole, loudly gulping her juices which were running from her pussy in response to my wild tongue.
She arched her back as I moved up to her clit, sucking it into my mouth as I stroke it with the tip of my tongue, causing her to scream out loud.
"Oh, I love it, I love it," she cried.
"Don't stop now. Keep on sucking. That's it, suck me, suck me, SUCK ME!!!" she screamed, as her orgasm ripped through her body, pouring her juices into my eager mouth as I sucked her pussy, slurping up her juices as fast as they poured forth from her hole.
As I sucked the last of her juices from her pussy, chasing up her hole in search of more, Bunmi collapsed to the ground in front of him, her thighs spread open, her pussy glistening and swollen from the expert sucking it had just received. I sat back and grinned at her, my face shining with her juices.
Leaning back on my elbows, I watched Bunmi as she regained some of her composure.
A week of sucking her had taught me how to bring her to an orgasm so overpowering that I was used to seeing her take a couple of minutes to get a grip on herself.
As she felt herself returning to reality, she reached forward and grabbed my dick, which was standing straight up in the air, all eight inches of it, its black head spreading almost two inches across as it seemed it might burst. Leaning over, she drew my dick into her mouth, softly sucking it all the way in, straining to stretch her mouth all the way around it as it slid down her tongue into the back of her throat.
Letting it slide back out to her lips, she probed her tongue into the slit at the end of my dick, pushing it in as far as she could, causing me to wriggle on the floor. Then she let my dick slide back into her throat, this time relaxing her throat and letting the entire length of my huge dick slide all the way into her throat until her nose was pressed up into my pubic hair.
She let my dick throb in her throat for a second before letting it slide back out to her lips, where she sucked mightily on it, working the length of my dick with her hands as she sucked on me. Then she began to bob up and down on my dick, each time letting it slide into her throat all the way, massaging it with her throat muscles and sucking on it with her mouth and tongue as it slid back out each time.
My head was now lolling back, my eyes closed as Bunmi went to work on my dick.
No one had ever sucked my dick like her. No one had ever been able to deep throat me, not even close. Now she worked with a passion on my dick, pumping me like crazy as she sucked on me. Loudly sucking, Bunmi began to massage my balls with one hand while continuing to pump my dick with the other.
She felt my balls rolling around in her hand as she gently massaged them. She could feel my dick tense as my balls spasmed, getting ready to shoot my load of cum out of my dick. As she felt my balls really start to shake, Bunmi gave my balls one last squeeze, sucking my dick hard, and slid a finger into my ass as I started cumming.
I gave a loud groan as I felt her finger slide up into my ass as my balls began pumping their load into her eagerly sucking mouth.
She noisily sucked my cum, swallowing it as fast as I pumped my load into her mouth, filling it. Sucking the last of my cum from my dick, Bunmi sucked it all the way down into her throat once more, slowly letting it slide back out, then sat up and smiled at him, her lips puffy and slightly swollen from her labors.

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What is better than a life well spent? Who wouldn't want a good life? Would you spit out good meal when served one? Who takes wealth and affluence and throws it away? Who will want to come into life a less privileged if given the chance to bargain with the creator?
This and many more are the unanswered questions that lies deep down in my heart. There’s nothing I haven’t done to experience inner peace and be on the giving side but nothing I do seems to work out. Every technique I try hits a road block and I’m back to square one.
I was pretty privileged when I was a kid but life snatched that from me and I survived at people’s mercy, I became a trash that everyone throws stuff at. I just wanted fulfilment but I guess life thought me the hard way that you snatch whatever you want and by all means stay happy.
I’m a very beautiful young woman who turns the head of men everywhere I go unintentionally. My curves and beautiful face always gives me away even in the shabbiest clothes, men ogle me all the time right from my teen days but they were the least of my problems so I stayed away from them.
Mum taught me that men were bag of problems if associated with at an unripe age so I held on to that and ran away from men. I always convinced myself that it isn’t the right time to associate with them yet, I basked in this lie that I didn’t realize I was almost leaving my prime. I was living a lie and I didn’t even notice.
Whilst in school I was loved by all because of my high IQ, free spiritedness and care free attitude but what I didn’t realize is that my popularity attracted tones of enemies. I had snakes as friends and I didn’t even realize it until…
‘Hello beautiful, can I join you?’
‘Hi, sure you can’ I replied the cute dude that came to me in the school garden.
The property belongs to the school so who am I to tell him not to sit on it. He sat down and I continued with what I was doing on my phone before he came, minutes into his coming in he chipped in
‘ I see you a fan of LJ Smith, that’s great, I’m a fan too and what intrigues me more is the fact most of her books has been turned into movies.’
‘Oh’ I replied without looking up
‘Yea, aside The Secret Circle, The Originals intrigue me more, Niklaus does it for me and I feel Marcel is more like him even though he tries to cover it with kindness.’ He said
“Marcellus is nothing like King Niklaus, if you don’t mind I’d love some peace and quiet as I finish up my assignment, thank you.’ I replied coldly.
He laughed and said

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No one gave much thought to what Mr. Olu said. He spoke very mildly and calmly, as though he spoke to himself, he spoke as though the words were heavy for him to say. He will stand in his oversized worn out coat, and read remotely from his book.
The book that he was going to make us buy by hook or by crook,
"Your exams are going to be from this text book, you all better get yourselves a copy" His voice always sounded rusty.
He spoke for thirty more minutes before he dismissed the class. I couldn't wait to get home, the hunger was overwhelming, I have had to trek from the schools premises to my house, and bless the heavens there was light.
I rushed in and switched over the metre. I ran down and turned on the stabilizer and the house theatre came on with standing fan. I felt a sense of ease flowing through my spines, the weather wasn't friendly. I sat on my bed and took off my shirt and pushed my skirt up so the freshness of nature could drove its way in.
My legs felt numb, probably because I had walked a long distance or because it's been forever since I had sex.
It felt like the breeze from the fan was fiddling with the top of my vagina, surfacing its thumbs (if it had one) round and round, teasing my very existence. I felt the urge to touch myself, to pleasure myself hard.
My eyes closed, my hands already in my bra, my cold and ever moist palms circled my nipples, I heard myself mourn I felt my clits contract, beating at same pace as my heart, my breathing built. I was about to pull off my bra when I heard a knock on the door.
"Crap" I thought, "people and bad timing... Who is it?" I asked dragging my skirt down and looking for my shirt.
“Who is it"?
"It’s Douglas"
"Oh, okay, I be there shortly." I replied still confused as to where I had kept my shirt, now that I look at my room it looks, Emm not arranged seems appropriate and now I got a nigga coming in, and not just any nigga, Douglas, oh no, Douglas, I hope he's just gonna see me at the door.
After a few more seconds of trying to phantom where I had swung my shirt I took another from the wardrobe. I pulled the door knob and open the door bolt.
The look of his smile slapped my face, a cool slap though, the kind that hurts in very pleasurable way, the kind of slap you wanna always have, the type the cold does on harmattan. He had the perfectly well arranged teeth, his lips are pink; there are days I stare at them and imagined they tasted like strawberries or a well prepared pineapple juice.
I had made one a few days ago and while drinking it I closed my eyes and imagined I was kissing him. He looked handmade, like the heavens had used a hammer and chisel to carve and mold his physique, and there he was standing in front me smiling that smile, the very one that drove me nuts.
"So... you gonna let me in or....?
"Oh I am sorry, I.... Didn't, sorry... Come in" I moved aside to make way for him to pass, I glanced from behind him, I did a quick recon to ensure I hadn't left a pant or bra unattended anywhere.
"Took you forever to answer the door, if I didn't know better I would say you were masturbating" he said as turned to look at me and he chuckled.
"Ha ha, very funny" I replied and my mind did a crash course flashback, well didn't masturbate, I was gonna but didn't so technically he isn't correct.
"So what brought you to my troll house?"
“If you call this a troll house then mine will be a sewage dump for trolls"
"Well, what's up, you just disappeared from class just wanted to ensure you weren't rushing home to another guy."
"Yeah you just missed him, we had a quickie" I said
"You did?" He said and walked closely to me
"Yes, we did, if you were early we would have generously let you watch"
"You would" He said
"Yes" my voice trembled, he was close now, very close, his broad shoulders clouded me, he was tall, very tall.
He stared straight into my eyes, I saw what he felt, well not in his eyes, from his zipper, it popped up slowly and I knew his game was on, down below, right there between his legs was his real face.


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The same day she arrives for her sewing lesson, her senior Sarah who attends an only girl's school shows her why girls are better than boys.

“You no wan make I do abi, Grace” Oga said and went ahead to snap his fingers
It’s been a week since Matthew left and she’s still ravishing in the goodness he made her feel, she did not want to tint it with anyone, she had been avoiding her Oga advances and even Papa Doris. She cleared the dishes after everyone was done with their breakfast of pap and kuli-kuli, she quickly did the dishes as everyone started to file out; her Oga went to the market and her madam went with the children.
She wore her checked pattern uniform she had ironed at night when there was light, it was her first day as the tailor’s apprentice.
She walked fast down the road to the tailor shop
“Good morning ma” She greeted exaggerating the ma.
“Welcome Grace, it’s good you came early not like this other useless girls that can come late, carry broom and sweep oh” She said
Grace carried the broom behind the door and started to sweep, careful not to sweep out useful pieces of sewing materials, she finished and started arranging the scattered magazines with different styles and books that contained measurement, she switched on the radio.
A girl came in greeted the madam and dropped her bag, she was also an apprentice with an un-ironed uniform.
“Good morning” She said to Grace
“I have not seen you here before” She smiled
“I just start today” Grace replied
“Oh! I see, my name is Sarah, I started last week, my parent won’t let someone enjoy the break in peace” She said hissing
Sarah talks a lot and would go on to telling Grace about how she’s back for the long break, she was in ss2 in a Federal Girls Boarding School Bwari, she told her all about her seniors and juniors and the teachers she hated.
“Will your madam send you to university?” She asked
“I no know” Grace muttered
Sarah was silent for a while before she went on with all her chattering about the girls in her school, she dances whenever a nice song comes on the radio, shaking her flat ass, she was skinny and a bit tall with tiny boobs that poked out on her uniform. The madam taught Grace the basics of sewing and gave her a brown paper to practice cutting and told her to ask Sarah if she had any questions.
“If madam Oluchi come, tell her to come back in one hour” The madam said picking up her purse and left.
“She wants to go and see her boyfriend” Sarah said nudging Grace
“He’s married sef” she whispered
They gossiped and laughed some more, before Sarah asked if she had a boyfriend, to which she laughed and said
“So you have not um done it before” she asked, using hand gestures to signify sex
Grace laughed and nodded no shyly
“Do you like it” Sarah asked
“Ehen!” She answered
“Boys must like touching your big breast” Sarah said touching her boobs, she wanted to move away but didn’t, she kept touching her boobs squeezing slightly, she leaned in and kissed Grace lightly on the lips. Grace has heard about lesbians in boarding schools and could not imagine ever being with a girl but now with Sarah with her lips to her it felt somehow good and not nasty as she had imagined it.
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Sarah kissed her deeper, using her tongue to part her lips, her mouth felt soft and warm unlike the men she had been with, she kissed her back slowly.
Sarah stopped kissing her and went to close the door
“Have you done it with a girl before” She asked
“No” Grace said nodding her head.
Sarah covered her lips with hers pushing in her tongue to tongue hers, they kept kissing and Sarah grabbed her boobs squeezing slightly through her uniform, she reached around and pulled down her zip and pull the dress down grace’s shoulder, she reached into her bra and pulled out her boob, she rubbed her nipple with her thumb till it was hard.

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It had been over two weeks since Ngozi had had her first lesbian experience with Funke, and Funke had been bugging her about it ever since.
While Funke had a sex-drive that wouldn't quit and was secretly bisexual, Ngozi had always been more conservative when it came to sex. She had tried some new things recently, things Funke would have considered ridiculously cultivated, like browsing online porn--but even her willingness to experiment was held back by her inability to land a date.
Before, she had been just frustrated by all this. Now she was somewhat confused.

Ngozi was a young 23 years old, but her sexual side had been mostly inactive for the past few years. She was of average height, with a curvy body, long hair, and sparkling eyes. She had a cute, small nose, and an energetic smile. Her legs were long, her skin virtually flawless, and her D-size breasts rounded out a terrific package. For someone with a body like hers, sex should have been an easy subject.




This recent wild twist in Ngozi's life happened very suddenly, however, and Ngozi didn't know what it meant, or if it meant anything at all. She definitely enjoyed it, and she couldn't ignore the fact that women had begun to dominate her sexual thoughts and fantasies, but admitting to herself that she may be bisexual wasn't that easy.
After all, she thought, all she and Funke did was sex chat. Could such a small thing really change a person so greatly? The idea frightened her.

But it also made her very wet.

With someone like Funke to fantasize about, it was easy to see why. Like her friend, Funke looked much younger than her 27 years, and her body added greatly to that illusion. She was tall, nearly six-foot, and petite, which only made her C-cup breasts look larger. Deep, dark lashes surrounded her eyes, and her hair was so dark it glisten in the light. Her skin was perfect.

Funke thought things were going to change right away after that evening on the phone, but Ngozi was resistant to the idea. Though Funke had never pressured her friend to "play on the other side" before, the possibility was too close now to just leave alone. Eventually she decided Ngozi needed to do this at her own pace. In the meantime, Funke would continue to drop some subtle hints that the offer still stood.

Even now she was trying to think of something cute and clever to say as she walked towards Ngozi's office. They owned and managed a small business together, and were the only ones who actually worked at the office. Funke and Ngozi both loved that fact, as it allowed them to work more casually, with only occasional visits from customers or employees to interrupt them. Funke turned into the office with a big grin. "Hi--"

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"Losing it to a hooker" is the first story am publishing from the series of stories sent to me by Readers on this site ....Kindly enjoy and Drop Your comments !!!.....
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"Omo to be a virgin to be bean oooo", he thought to himself,he don watch Blue films tire so tey i don know all the names of the porn stars..so this day he decided to get this virginity all his life , atleast know how a real pussy feels .


'What am I doing here?' That was all he was able to think to himself. He was eighteen, young, kind of nerdy. The reason he was walking around Allen avenue was simple. He was a virgin, and he didn't want to be anymore. He figured he might as well just lose it to a prostitute, not like he was going to convince a girl to go out with him let alone sleep with him.

He looked around first around that CLub uno side , seeing a few women he assumed were prostitutes but them looking very... Old. He knew he had no place to be picky, but he rather his first not be a IGBO smoking addict with Gorno. He actually didn't want his first to be a prostitute at all, but there he was. He knew he could probably go on Badoo and find someone there, but he didn't know anything about ordering a prostitute, if ordering was the right word.

So there he was, wandering around Pekas on Allen. He kept trying to justify it to himself, telling himself that it was what they did hundreds of years ago. They would take their sons to a ashewo make e teach dem sons how to Bleep.

He was about to give up when he turned and saw a girl, a cute girll. She was dressed like the others, short jean skirt, almost see through tank top that only barely covered her chest. She was very attractive, long brown hair, darker brown eyes, quite tall with large breasts and long legs. She would be perfect if she was cleaned up, but she was obviously another ASHEWO, or whatever they called them.

After a moment she glanced up at him and then walked over, her hips shaking as she walked. He was almost entranced by her, even though he technically didn't know if she was even a prostitute. Seemed too good to be true. You know all those kain girls you go see for street dey trip for ..


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