I was on a war path, I had just a little time left before she was gone from me forever and it seemed like I was getting nowhere. I’m Jamie and this is the story of how I got back my prized possession.

I know what you might say ‘Prized Possession’? Yeah that’s it, I can’t help but be very possessive, I think I got that from my father.

But that is pretty much all I got from him. He was a monster, a brutal and violent one, I am nothing like him but I have been called a monster before by the one person I have wanted most of my damn life. You see, I love the female anatomy, everything about it, and rather than abuse it like my lowlife father would, I worship and adore it.

Every inch pleases me and when I claim it, it becomes mine and mine alone to feed on continuously and do with whatever I choose.

All I wanted to do was worship and adore Adaora’s body which is why I could not understand why she would leave me for that wimp of a nigga Chinwendu, a fellow graduating student in our department and the son of the Dean. The pussy who cowered before me the whole time we were in University together.

Let me shift my attention to Adaora, she is beautiful, she is the epitome of an angel for lack of a better word to describe her. Her untouched body was my haven and I was prepared to bury myself in it, she was a virgin when I met her, so innocent and so pure and she wanted to be till she got married.

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I call him “My CR’ and he calls me ‘My Sweetestest’. He drives me crazy and does marvellous things to my body. His voice alone makes my pussy twitch and gush out pussy juice. Our times together are always explosive, leaving me weak while still hungry for more! He plays my body like an expert instrumentalist, the same way a guitarist plays his guitar. It’s been slightly over a year since our last meeting and almost two years since we bleeped and I was eagerly looking forward to this meeting. It wasn’t as if we were in different countries or didn’t want to see each other. It was just that the cares of life usually conspired against us. Our plans had been truncated several times either from my end or from his, for one reason or the other. And finally in November 2016, our plans had fallen into place. The opportunity was there, the time was available and us the participants, more than eager!

Living in different cities, I had to go pick him up. The journey was hectic for him and anxious for me, but the outcome was well worth it. Our kiss even at the park was filled with pent up passion. A close look at the car windows would have shown it steaming up with the heat being released in that confined space. Reluctantly, we pulled apart and I drove us back to my place. Despite having to be attentive on the road while driving, I still couldn’t help but steal glances at My cr. And several times I caught him also staring at me. I would touch his face lightly with my right hand while manoeuvring the car with my left. His left hand was also on all parts of my body he could access. Several times he would lean across and plant soft kisses on any part of my face he could easily reach. My body was already throbbing in anticipation of those hands all over it.

Finally, we got home and managed to get into my flat. We were like two magnets considering the speed with which we fell into each other’s arms. I held him tight as I inhaled his manly cologne. It felt like we were about to crush each other through our embrace.

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I was lying spread-eagled on the couch, one leg on the floor, another on the back of the couch, pussy wide open and the remote to the home theatre going in and out of my open pussy. My eyes were closed; I was in another world, remembering a Bleep session I had with three guys in Badagry. How they all used me one after the other in different positions, the movement of my hand sticking the remote control in and out of my dripping pussy became a blur as each scene of the groupie flashed before my eyes.

I was moaning, using my other hand to pinch my erect nipples one after the other as the feelings in my pussy intensified. I stuck the remote control further and further into me, using it like a Love Machine, wishing it was a hard stiff long cock. I was so close to cumming that my lips were open and my nostrils flaring as I built up to my orgasm. I arched my pussy forward as with one final plunge of the remote control deeply inside me, I let out an animal groan and cum flowed out of my pussy.

I left the remote buried deep inside me as I rode my orgasms. After it had subsided, I removed the remote and brought it to my lips, licking my pussy juice off it. My eyes were tightly shut closed all this while. I was in a world all of my own, imagining guys, several of them doing things to me. I calmed down after some minutes and opened my eyes, finally sated. I blinked, blinked again, then quickly started up, trying to get up from the couch, looking for my discarded clothing.

I’m in such a mess, caught pants down fucking the remote control in my aunt’s house by my aunt’s husband who was supposed to be off-shore on an oil rig! He was leaning against the door (which was supposed to be locked, oh forgot he has his own house key!), his bag on the floor beside him, a wicked smile on his face and a hell of a turgid cock in his hands!

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When and how did I become the way I am now? When did the forbidden begin to hold so much attraction for me? I’ve had a very chaste upbringing as a Muslim woman in the core north, but lately my thinking has begun to veer towards the forbidden, towards the taboo. It’s a really exciting though strange feeling for me not just as a Hausa woman but a married one at that.

I sat on my bed and mulled over the events of the past three months or so and wondered again how I had gotten this far with my crazy desires. You all know me as @married_freak on twitter. I stumbled upon twitter after dark one fateful day, opened an account and have never had to look back since then. I just want to share the fulfilment of one of my fantasies with you. Although I do wonder about how I got this far, I would not change a thing about what happened or about the person I am turning out to be. I love the new me, as scary as I seem sometimes to myself.

I have always looked at my half-sister, Ummi with more than a sisterly eye. Even when I was only content with just touching my nipples and wasn’t having thoughts about being bleeped by one of those well hung guys who send me pictures of their dicks on twitter, I always looked at Ummi with lust in my heart. My half-sister Ummi is beautiful, chocolate complexioned, curvy and now that I know the true meaning of the word, a slut! She has beautiful slanted eyes from her Fulani heritage, and flawless skin and she would wear very skimpy cloths! Have I told you that Ummi is just seventeen? Okay, if I didn’t, now you know. My sister whom I have been having lustful thoughts towards, is a seventeen year old girl.

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I was only 12 when my mother died in a car crash and I went to live with her mother in the village. Since, I didn’t know who my Dad was (and my Mon didn’t know either), staying with my father was out of the question.

I am sure you’re wondering how come my Mom didn’t know who the father of her only son was. Well it’s not so strange if you believe the local legend that my mom had a habit of keeping men entertained, and when she got pregnant with me, all she could say was “It should be one out of those five guys…erm…14 if you count the nine other guys I slept with the previous week.”

Anyway, I was the result of one of those dalliances and of course none of those fourteen guys ever acknowledged me. So, I lived with my mom and despite her inexplicable late nights and the mysterious man –or woman-that came back with her on some nights, I was still well cared for.

My Mom must have been a hard worker indeed because there was always food on the table, good clothes on my body and she made sure I attended very good schools. I’ve often wondered what happened when my mom met with the Principal of an exclusive secondary school in his closed office, and told me to wait outside so that she can discuss with him. Whatever she told him must have worked because I was admitted in the school right away on the school’s scholarship. But I felt it strange that both parties seemed out of breath when they opened the office and were sweating. Obviously, the air conditioner was not functioning effectively.

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NOTE: THE FOLLOWING STORY IS INCESTUOUS, IF INCEST OFFENDS YOU, THEN PLEASE DON'T READ ANY FURTHER.

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.

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I was out of his chair and in the water almost immediately. I dove in and swam over to where she was. The water was deep enough at this part of the pool so that only our heads and shoulders remained out of the water. We wrapped our arms around each other and began kissing.

Chika lifted her feet off the bottom of the pool and wrapped her legs around my waist as we kissed.

With the help of the water I was easily able to hold her in this position as I stood on the bottom of the pool.

Having both her arms and legs wrapped around me as we kissed really turned me on and my dick started growing. We stayed like that for a short while before she unwrapped her legs and stood on the pool floor.

I stood up on the pool floor and moved over to her. I reached behind her and untied the single knot that held her bikini behind her neck. I then grasped the fabric just above her breasts and started peeling it off her body. When I had removed and discarded her bikini Chika remained floating on her back. I was standing near her feet looking directly at her. She spread her legs wide before me and simply said, "Come here."

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Bimbo is hot.

Not IndecentStar hot, but attractive nonetheless in a natural, wholesome kind of way.

She wasn't one to dress up. In fact, she'd often come to lectures on nothing more than trousers and a t-shirt. If I was lucky though, she would wear shorts and I would get a view of her perfect, well-muscled legs. She never wore makeup, but her skin was always flawless.

Her dark hair was often tied back in a ponytail, but usual just flowed freely down to her shoulders.

I always wondered what it would be like to have those legs wrapped around me and often I would find myself staring at them for longer periods of time than I should have. I knew she had a boyfriend, however, and never made a move. I always figured that I wasn't her type anyway, so I was happy enough to remain friends. Until last Friday.

I was sitting in the crowded lecture hall waiting for lectures to begin, when Bimbo came in and sat down beside me. I turned to make some small talk, but after seeing the stern, angry look on her face I decided against it. As sweet as she could be, Bimbo had a bit of a temper, and I did not want to be on the losing end of that deal. I stared at her legs as she roughly pulled a book from her back pack.

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Vivian was one of the sexiest girls I had ever seen. Nice fat ass. Good sized, firm tits. Full pouty lips and eyes that scream "Bleep me!" She was wearing a very short red skirt that accentuates her juicy shape, and a pair of heels that showcase her sexy stems.

Too bad she was my roommate's girlfriend.

"Is Tunde around?" she asked.

I had to keep my eyes glued to the television to keep from staring at her gorgeous body.

"Yes, he's in his room," I answered.

"Thanks," she replied before heading down the lobby. I turned to watch her jiggling ass as she walked away.

"Lucky bastard," I muttered to myself. Vivian and I never talked much, but I think she could sense my lust for her. Sometimes I swear she was driving me crazy on purpose.

I slumped back into the soft cushions of the sofa, trying in vain to divert my thoughts back to the TV. I had spent many nights lying in my bed jerking off thinking about Tunde's girl. I felt kind of bad seeing as it was my friend’s girl, but I kept my fantasies to myself so I didn't think it did any harm.

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Lingerie were scattered everywhere on the floor, Reynard didn’t leave any stone unturned whilst undressing me swiftly.

I was on the bed with his head in between my legs, the excitement was just too much even though it is not my everyday kind of head. Outside the box? I’d stop him halfway into the head and opt for something else. I’m not saying he’s not good with the orals but considering the ones I’ve gotten in the past this is actually an amateur one.

I moaned out slightly and ran my hands over his head, he circled his tongue deep inside of me and bit my clit slightly and I moaned yet again, he’s teasing too much but I do not think I can take the torment for much longer, it’s bad enough that the orals isn’t giving me satisfaction the way I want it and then he’s teasing me.

As if he read my mind he looked up at me and smiled mischievously, he tucked at his shorts and in a flash they went off leaving him with just his boxers on, he then pulled his boxer and took it off, OMG!!! Yeah OMG again his dick is so big that it left my mouth hanging open, like really, this dick is something outside this world.


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KAREN.

Karen lay in bed in nothing but a robe staring up at the ceiling, her mind devoid of any concrete thoughts.

She knew she should be in the living room with Aisha around to interview her father and all but right now she just wasn’t in the mood to interact with anyone especially her friends. Not to mention Aisha had a way of asking questions that made you want to spill your guts.

She hoped for her father’s sake that Aisha was in a friendly mood today.

She thought of calling Steph and apologizing for her behavior at the hospital but then again was she really the one that should be tendering an apology? And Joe?

Karen scoffed, she had nothing to say to that one. Subconsciously her hand was rubbing her bare abdomen as she couldn’t decide on what to do. It didn’t take long for her hands to decide for her as one of them found its way between her bare thighs and she didn’t know when she started rubbing on her pussy lips.

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It’s been a week now and I am getting ready to go on a date with William.

I had to stop avoiding him, it was quite silly. We are going swimming today which was great, it’s been awhile since I went to a pool. I pulled my hair into a pony tail and grabbed my bag with my swim suits and other stuff I needed and headed to my living room where Will was waiting, he insisted on picking me up.

“Damn! Lily your painting got even better I didn’t know that was possible” he said as I walked in

“And you made more money than we expected, who saw that one coming” I laughed

“Shall we?” I moved towards the door.

We arrived at the pool and we sat down by the bar for drinks, that’s when I noticed how empty the pool was, as if reading my mind, he told me we have the pool for two hours, while we drank, we made small talk.

When I was just the right amount of buzzed, I changed into my two piece bikini, I preferred its pattern to my one piece, I loved my decision as soon as I stepped out and saw the look on Will’s face.

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Part 7 Below:
We each slept late into the morning. As I started to stir it took me a few seconds to remember where I was and what had happened the previous night. If I had woke up in my own bed I could have been easily convinced that the whole thing had been a dream. I looked over on the bed next to me and saw the sleeping form of Chika, my former teacher turned-lover.

I watched her naked body as she slept. As I observed her naked body, I could see some wrinkles and some sags, but for a woman over twice my age Chika was definitely still beautiful.

As I watched her she began to stir and soon woke up. She smiled warmly at me and said, "Morning lover." We kissed each other and then just lay still holding each other in our arms.

We kissed again and as we broke the kiss she said, "I don't know about you, but I could use a shower to clean up."

I agreed that a shower sounded good and followed her into the master bathroom. The bathroom was very large and quite impressive. It was obviously a custom bath and had a walk-in shower with two shower heads, two sinks sitting side by side, and an oversized tub. Chika stepped into the shower and adjusted the water.

She came out and gathered some towels. I stood and watched her move. Even naked she carried herself with a maturity and class that turned me on.

As she passed with the towels I couldn't help but reach out and grope one of her boobs. She gave me a quick smile and massaged my completely flaccid dick and said, "OH, your mind is willing but the flesh is weak." We both laughed and stepped into the shower.

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She leaned over me again and began to greedily suck the cum off me. She started with the drops that shot the farthest, continued down my stomach, and then sucked my dick into her mouth. She began sucking and licking my dick urgently. In addition to her mouth she also brought both hands to my dick to bring it back to life.

This was a much different Mouth Gig than she had given me in the car. Then she wanted to tease and excite me, but now she simply wanted me hard again so she could Bleep me to relieve the tension in her own pussy. Before long my dick was erect and ready for her.

She straddled my waist. She reached down and held my dick with one hand as she lowered herself onto me.

As soon as I was securely inside her she dropped all the way down so my dick was fully inserted in her. Mrs. Chika started moving her hips back and forth to enjoy the feeling of having a young cock inside her.

When I entered her all I could do was sigh, "Oh God." The feeling was beyond anything I could imagine. It was warm and wet and her pussy seemed like it knew exactly how to squeeze me for maximum pleasure.

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Part 3 Below

I walked to school on Monday scared of what might happen. How should I react if I passed Mrs. Chika in the corridor? Wouldn't everyone see something was going on by my body's reaction to her? I got to school and quietly went through the day.

I was handed the note just before my last class. It read simply, "Mrs. Chika has requested you come to her office immediately after school today." It was signed by the vice-principal. The last class of the day was a waste as I couldn't stop thinking about what was going to happen after school that day.

The last bell rang and I went directly to Mrs. Chika's office.

I entered her office and shut the door behind me to try and give ourselves privacy. She immediately apologized to me for how she ended things on Friday and that helped put me at ease. She continued, "I did a lot of thinking over the weekend and had initially decided that we should end our lesson sessions.

However, upon further thought I realized that since you will be starting university soon perhaps it would be best to change the focus of our lesson sessions to best prepare you for the challenges that you will face there.

Many freshers in university are overwhelmed by university life and the lectures and cannot handle it. I know that you are very intelligent and will probably have no problems, but I would feel better if you allow me to try to get you as prepared as I can for university. What do you think?"

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I smiled as the bell rang. The final bell on Friday always sounded so much better than any of the other bells during the week. I happily gathered up my stuff and arranged my school bag as I started looking forward to the upcoming weekend.

I was nearing the end of my senior year in secondary school and, having turned 18 a few months ago, I knew that I would have a weekend of freedom as my parents would be leaving town. Actually, they had been making it a near habit for nearly the past year to go to the family's vacation whenever the weather was nice. They had stopped asking me if I wanted to go and I figured they enjoyed the time alone as much as I enjoyed having the house alone.

I organized my desk and grabbed the stuff that i would need to take home with me. As i did most days when i didn't have lessons after school i headed toward Mrs Chika’s room. Mrs Chika had been my English teacher back when I was in junior class and had offered to tutor me after school when she noticed I was having a tough time in class. I went to her office nearly every day after school for almost a whole session and she would help me get through my work. Eventually I straightened out my problems with English, but I still made it a habit to stop by Mrs Chika's room whenever I could through the rest of my years at the school.

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I had no idea if he had seen me but either way, I decided to go with the thought that he had not. I paid the bike man and made my way inside the compound. I was half expecting him to call out my name or run after me but nothing.

Something was really wrong somewhere. I got to Eva’s door and rapped out a few knocks on the door. Had to do so again before she came to open the door.

“I am sorry, I wasn’t sure if it was you. Didn’t want to get slapped across the face”. She said as I walked past her into the apartment.

“Slap you? Who would dare?”

“I don’t know, Mide. I am just so scared and confused right now”. She was facing me now and I could fully take in the view of her full lovely breasts considering she had just a robe on her body and was completely naked beneath. I could see right down to her pussy and again my dick started to forget the situation at hand and was getting hard.

“Nothing is going to happen. No one is going to do anything to you. All you need to worry about right now is just getting that pregnancy out of you”. I couldn’t believe I was now an advocate for abortion but hey I guess I would rather the child not be born than having to live a complicated life concerning paternity.

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"All I want to do is enjoy the moment, to enjoy you with nothing to spoil the magic of it," she said, putting a finger near her lips suggestively. "If you notice, I never ask you anything about what happens with you when I'm not here-if you're out there fucking some lady. I don't ask because I don't want to know. That's your business, what you do when I'm not here. I don't need to know."

Just before they left, Nkechi said two things that surprised him, two things that had stopped him in his tracks. One of the things he loved about her was her shameless honesty and astonishing unpredictability.

"Tayo, I've always wondered what it would be like to have a dick," she said with a giggle. I think I have penis envy. I wonder what it would be like to have that power between my legs. I'm fascinated by what men can to with their bodies that we can't. I think most women wonder about that kind of thing."

"What?" was the only response he could mutter.

But she wasn't finished. In a few seconds, she could say things that could turn anyone's head and leave them struggling for a reply.

She floored him again when she said the following with a perfectly straight face: "You know I had a bad moment of crisis in my marriage about three years ago. I thought about leaving my husband, children and marriage for you. I don't know what snapped me out of it."

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“I’ll bring the wine” Hakeem said over the phone

“That warms my heart literally” I said laughing

Hakeem was coming over for the first time, we’ve hung out a couple of times since our photo session turned fucking session, and it’s been a great distraction from William with all his skeletons or should I say chains and whips in his closet, it’s not like I haven’t experimented with a little vanilla S & M, it’s just I’m not sure if I want to take that plunge into his world.

I finished arranging the living room and checked in with tracking my pizza delivery.

I took a quick shower and wore a slightly loose t-shirt and a bum short and sat to watch TV as I waited for Hakeem. He arrived 30 minutes just as my pizza got delivered, I hugged him briefly at the door as I gestured him in.

“Wow your place is so different from how I pictured it” he said looking around.

“What? You thought I lived in a cave” I smirked

“Pretty much with all your cave paintings” he laughed

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Adultery. Infidelity. They never considered what they were doing to have anything to do with any of these things. They took pleasure in being together. It wasn't a matter of their partners not taking care of business, neglecting them in any way, or failing to do what they needed-they just enjoyed each other's company.

They enjoyed each other's immense passion, each other's body, and each other's desires.

They needed each other. She needed the time away from the responsibility of marriage, needed the time away from children, duties, routine and ethics. He needed time away from his clingy girlfriend, the lady who was pressuring him for a trip to the altar. Her biological clock was ticking, as she loved to remind him. She was thirty going on fifty, in her head. To hell what was right or wrong, to hell with the penalties.

Now they were together again. No more deceits, no more dishonesty. It was their time. Everything came to a halt as they bleeped on the steps of Tayo’s house. His girlfriend was visiting her friend in Abuja.



Nkechi had used the excuse of going to the island on business, one of her countless trips back into his arms. Someone once told her husband that she had another lover, but he didn't care.

If he did, at least he didn't bother about it. She was free to do what she wanted to. Not that they had an open marriage, but as long as she kept her affairs out of his face, everything was cool.

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Everything seemed in place as I prepared to leave my house for a business presentation, it was a company that wanted some calendar designs, it would be really nice if I got the job as they would be paying well.

I took one last look at the mirror, my make up looked natural; I have the nude makeup down to an art, I was wearing a lovely sheer shirt and a jacket on black jeans and a nice pair of black heels, I grabbed my bag with my laptop



I arrived the company, got directed to the reception where I got a visitor pass and led to the top floor, asked to wait a while by a sharp looking frowning secretary

“Would you like anything?” She asked as I made to sit

“A glass of water would be nice” I smiled

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My three-week vacation had just begun alone in the Bahamas without my husband Kunle. While I was happy to be on vacation, I couldn't really believe I was here without him.

Our fight started when Kunle came to me two days before we were to arrive in Bahamas. He fearfully told me we would have to move our vacation because he needed to go on a business trip the same day we were to leave. The fight ended with me angrily telling him I was going without him.

Here I was in my hotel room, which overlooked the luxurious pool on the hotel. It was late, and I was still angry with Kunle, and tired from the flight. I decided to have a drink in my room and try to relax. As I poured myself a drink, I noticed a couple enter the pool area for a late night swim.

Normally this would not have caught my attention; however, these two were strikingly hot. She was a tall black woman with long dark hair and smooth skin. When she dropped her towel, I was amazed at her long, firm, perfectly shaped legs leading up to her beautiful, round bubble ass. She wore a tiny red string bikini that her awesome hips filled out splendidly. The matching top left almost nothing to the imagination as her incredible natural boobs spilled out of the flimsy material.

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Everything seemed in place as I prepared to leave my house for a business presentation, it was a company that wanted some calendar designs, it would be really nice if I got the job as they would be paying well.

I took one last look at the mirror, my make up looked natural; I have the nude makeup down to an art, I was wearing a lovely sheer shirt and a jacket on black jeans and a nice pair of black heels, I grabbed my bag with my laptop



I arrived the company, got directed to the reception where I got a visitor pass and led to the top floor, asked to wait a while by a sharp looking frowning secretary

“Would you like anything?” She asked as I made to sit

“A glass of water would be nice” I smiled

I sat down, took out my laptop to make sure everything was good and made a few adjustments, everything has to be perfect because I need an expensive vacation.

“He will see you now” she said rather abruptly

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There was a knock on my door that Friday evening. I opened up. It was Shade.

I frowned immediately. She had this knack for just showing up. I hated that. Of course, I knew her visit usually ended in sex but the way she comes over like she owned the place irritated me.

"Don't look that way," she said with that annoyingly high-pitched voice. "I brought you a present."

My eyes widened as I watched her pulled the hand of someone just outside my line of vision. Before I knew it, she was dragging another girl into my living room. I gaped at them both. What the hell was Shade planning?

The girl was quite pretty. Her makeup was not as extreme as Shade's and for some reason, she looked a little shy. She smiled at me in greeting and I smiled back. Shade led her to a seat which she took, then she went into my fridge to get a bottle of wine. Again, like she owned the damn place, she went to the kitchen to get glasses and passed them round then began to fill them with the wine.

Oyin and I ran into each other at a wedding ceremony one Saturday.

I could not believe my eyes when I spotted her. We had not seen each other in nearly six years. Oyin and I were very good friends back in secondary school. We lost contact after we graduated school and even though she had been in my thoughts all that time, we just sort of drifted apart.

Oyin and I were more than friends. We had something special going. We were both boarding students so that meant we basically lived together most months in a year. Our special relationship started with kissing. One evening, she fell asleep on my bed, right beside me. Sometime around midnight, even though it was dark, I noticed she and I were face to face. There was a certain intimacy that came about due to the quiet and darkness. I reached my hand up and rested it on her face. I felt her shift and knew she was awake. After a few moments, she moved closer to me and our lips met.

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“Artists be doing the most” I laughed as I read through the invitation to a meet and greet for artists, sculptors, photographers and other artistic groups, it was the second of its kind here although I have attended a couple back home and while in school too.

It’s a nice networking event where you can meet really amazing artists and share ideas.

“What are you going to wear to the meet” my assistant kept asking while hovering over me, we are not really close but I have been nice to her lately maybe that’s why she is all up in my space.

“I don’t know, I’ll figure it out” I replied sounding slightly irritated.

“Could you properly wrap that piece, scratch it and I kill you” I said to her.



I went on to give her an itinerary which included her picking up some calendar samples from the printing press and list of materials I needed, one of the reasons I still kept her around was she was really efficient.

I went downstairs and sat down to play a new story game I downloaded where I get to make choices that would affect the outcome of the game, Blessing has been quite busy since we got back from our weekend getaway and Cher has been radio silent; I am guessing she’s not happy about my weekend away with Blessing, I’ll have to make it up to her.

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My room is private and mainly masculine.

The bed is unmade, but not messy. You sit on the edge and study the bed sheets. The pillows are big and soft, one slightly on top of the other.

You run your hands over the cool sheets, imagining my dark naked body stretched across them. Knowing that my naked skin has touched these sheets arouses you.

You smell a hint of my scent all over the sheets and pillows, an intoxicating mixture of Bleu De Chanel and something more natural.

My room is neat but not zealously orderly. The wardrobe door is ajar. There are shoes in a line on the floor inside the closet. Lots of different types of shoes: many dress shoes, a couple of pair of work shoes, causal slippers, and about six different Nike sneakers.



My wardrobe has five drawers. The third is slightly open. You open it to find my T-shirts. You slide your hand around and under the cotton shirt finding nothing significant, and you then close it back to the position you found it in.

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“Hey, whats up?”

“Where are you? I feel like doing something very naughty”

The message read, as I opened my BBM. I know some of you have stopped using that app, but for people like us, we still adore it.

The sender of the message is someone that I have known for well over 6 years, we never dated but we always shagged atleast once evey year, sort of like a ritual and she knows how to bring the fun too well.

Even since our first sexual encounter, she rose to top 3 best shag ever in my life, then she began having a pre midlife crisis or whatever she was going through. It must have been strings of heartbreak, she went celibate for a really long time and for like 2 years, our bedroom wrestling was put on a hold, which made me so sad.

She wouldn’t even talk dirty anymore, so I moved on. We would still chat once in a while but it felt like our romp was over.

When that message came in, I was so joyful. I felt like doing summersaults like Victor Moses or Aghahowa would do when they score. This is a good news but I was wasted sexually, I just completed what was a sexually marathon with a 21 year old sex freak who wanted the D everytime our body clashed on the bed.

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David, the neighbour, had a younger brother who came to visit. He looked to be in his early 20's. I had come across him on the stairwell a few times.

He was handsome and very polite. He had such a charming smile but my thoughts about him were far from innocent. There was something about him that appealed to me and every weekday, when I was all alone at my home and he was all alone over there after David had gone to work, I wondered if I should do something about my attraction to him.

I had the feeling he was probably interested in me as I had caught him once or twice, checking out my behind as I passed by. Of course, he would not say anything. That was the curse of being married. Men never approached you and if you wanted some, you had to go out and get it. I wanted some, alright. I liked the appeal of fucking someone new. It held possibilities and I needed that.

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